I’ve had my eye on Coach Marko for some time. He’s everything I look for in an older man. He’s tall, handsome, hairy…
I don’t remember how it all kicked off. We were in his office, training hard, and then suddenly we were kissing.
He soon had my huge dick out of my shorts and I knew he was trying to figure out if he could take it. The thought made me even harder. He dropped to his knees and started to suck. His lips were soft, his tongue was rough. It felt awesome.
I threw him onto the couch and pushed his legs up before giving his hole a once-over with my tongue. Then I squatted between his legs, lined myself up and thrust my rock-hard dick deep into him. It immediately became something of a game to see how hard and fast I could do him. He took me like a man, gritting his teeth and daring me to pummel him with even more aggression.
I was quite surprised — but secretly pleased — when he pushed me onto the couch and shoved my legs back. Within seconds he was ramming that thick, raw rod of his nuts-deep inside my ass and pistoning into me like some kind of machine.
Then we started flip-flopping, taking it in turns to prove who was the most virile—a visceral, carnal, lust-filled fight for supremacy.
He closed his eyes in pure ecstasy, breathlessly murmuring words of encouragement while jerking himself into oblivion. I pulled out and wrapped my lips around his dick. I felt him shuddering and then exploding his thick, creamy load into my mouth.
