All he knew was that his mouth and ass were constantly filled with dick. Coach took one hand off Willy’s face and moved it to the back of his head. Hit the showers!” Coach spun around and walked away toward his office without a backward glance at the guys. . “You miss Brian, don’t ya?”
“HUH?” Willy’s mouth dropped open. His eyes were concentrated on Willy’s little fuck hole, and his three fingers sliding in and out of it. Normally, he loved running off the field with his team-mates; peeling off their shirts as they ran, the rough housing and horsing around in the locker room, stripping down bare ass naked, swinging dicks all over the place, soccer thighs and bubble butts glistening with sweat and smeared dirt or mud. He wasn’t completely sorry about the situation as a whole.
