Landon Conrad isn’t one to mince words, and Joey Mills is about to find out just how disappointed his coach is. “You call that a performance?” Landon barks, his voice echoing in the empty gym. Joey shakes his head, eyes downcast. “No, Coach,” he replies, his voice barely above a whisper. Landon’s expression softens, but only slightly. “Then let’s see if we can’t motivate you a little,” he says, a smirk playing on his lips. He gestures for Joey to strip off his singlet, leaving him naked and vulnerable. “Across my knee, Mills. Let’s see that ass redden.” Joey obeys, his body trembling as he positions himself, his bare ass presented to Landon. The coach’s hand comes down, a sharp slap echoing through the gym, leaving a handprint on Joey’s pale skin.
He spanks him, each slap punctuating his words, “You need to push yourself, Mills. You need to fight.” But Landon doesn’t leave it at that. His hand roams, stroking Joey’s cock, which is already hard and leaking. Joey moans, pushing back against Landon’s touch, his body responding despite the sting of the spanking. Landon hoists him up, positioning him for an upside-down 69, his cock sliding into Joey’s eager mouth. The bench becomes their playground, Landon pounding into Joey, their bodies slapping, the sound echoing off the walls. Joey rides him, his body bouncing, his cock leaking pre-cum.
Landon pulls him off, turning him onto his back, and fucks him missionary, their bodies slapping, the bench creaking. Joey’s cock is hard, leaking, as Landon drills into him, their pleasure building. Joey comes with a cry, his cock pulsing, cum shooting onto his stomach. Landon pulls out, stroking his own cock, and comes, shooting his load onto Joey’s eager hole, mixing it with Joey’s own leak. They collapse, spent, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding. Landon pulls Joey into his arms, kissing him gently. “That’s what I’m talking about, Mills,” he says, and Joey just grins, snuggling into his embrace, his body aching, his heart full.
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