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Our fourth story in the Sporty Strokers collection takes us on a trip to a training facility with a rowing team. Most of the guys aren’t embarrassed about satisfying their needs, but Stephen doesn’t understand their brazenness, at least until coach Richie interrupts him in the shower taking the opportunity of privacy to shoot a much needed cum load after days of seeing his roommates proudly enjoying their masturbation together.
Sporty Strokers – Caught By Coach – Part Four
Marc said nothing, he just turned the phone slightly so I could see. I fondled my wet dick between my legs as I leaned in to watch as the teacher licked and sucked the two penises of her alleged students facing each other, their spongy tips gliding around while her lips and tongue worked them both with sloppy slurps and kisses.
My heart was still racing, but Marc hadn’t even looked at my dick so that sense of anxiety soon began to fade. My hand had been shaking just a little, but as my eyes switched from the poorly angled screen to the shape of his pink cock being slowly massaged in his hand I was increasingly at ease. Over the other side of him Andrew continued to snooze, apparently either disinterested or unaware of us enjoying our morning ritual.
I suppose we were in this awkward position for a few minutes before I stood and said “I can’t see shit, mate” and proceeded to join him on the bed. My nerves had definitely subsided, sliding my boxers down to allow my rigid cock to bounce up and proudly throb as I took my place where Andrew had sat the morning before.
Marc bunched up the sheet on the corner of his bed and rested the phone against it, angled almost perfectly so that we could both watch. I could smell the funk rising from our groins while our hands slowly rubbed, a masculine aroma of precum and ball sweat infusing the air around us. Our thighs touched while we sat side-by-side. Neither of us said anything while we wanked and watched, my eyes occasionally drifting to my left to watch his pale foreskin easing wetly over the glowing wet dome of his glans.