puphawaii:

wellcoached:

I interrupted him as he was changing out of his uniform after practice. He stood before me patiently…sweaty and disheveled…wearing only his jockstrap…listening as I prattled on about that last play. Then I noticed a shift in his stance…and his hand scratched absentmindedly at his thigh…his thumb hooked under the pouch of his jock…and traced up and down the length of his hardening shaft…his fingers casually reaching under and caressing his nuts. I don’t remember when I trailed off…stopped talking altogether and just stared trance-like at him…until he broke his silence.

“Whatsa matter, coach? Lose your train of thought?” he smirked.

I looked back up at his face…at that cocky grin he always sported…and I had to smile too.

“Yeah, sport…go ahead and hit the showers. We’ll continue this, uhhh…discussion, later…in my office.

bone-up!  puphawaii & puphawaiitoo