Quitting The Team - Innocent High - Teamskeet

During our softball game, I found myself up to bat with a full count. The pitcher sent an obvious ball hurtling towards me, but much to my dismay, Coach Chibbles called it a strike. I had completely lost it at that point and unleashed a torrent of obscenities in his direction. Enraged and defiant, I stormed off the field, only to be followed by the irate coach.

He tried to reason with me, but I was having none of it. His frustration only seemed to fuel mine, and soon enough, he had had enough. Mr. Chibbles angrily grabbed me by the arm and dragged me inside, intent on writing me up. However, I had other plans. As soon as he turned his back, I sprang into action.

Without warning, I knelt down before him and took his large, throbbing cock into my mouth. My own lips parted in shock as the thick shaft slid between them and filled my mouth. My hands gripped his thighs tightly as I began to bob my head up and down, sucking eagerly on his cock.

My sudden act of submission took the irate coach by surprise, and for a moment, his anger seemed to dissipate. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he watched me tease his cock with my tongue. But as the heady aroma of his arousal filled the room, his desire won out over his annoyance. He groaned deeply, his hips pushing forward into my eager mouth.

As I sucked and stroked his cock, my heart raced with excitement and anticipation. I could feel the bulge in his pants growing more pronounced with each passing second. The thought that it was all for me sent shivers down my spine. I could tell by the way he trembled that he was close to cumming. And so I did what any experienced cocksucker would – I took him deep into my throat and milked every last drop of his hot, sticky cum.

When I finally released his softening prick from my mouth, we stared at each other for a long moment. Neither of us spoke, but the twin pools of desire in our eyes spoke volumes. In that moment, the tension between us had been transformed into something far more primal and profound. And as he slowly zipped his pants up, a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

But before he could react, I wrapped my hand around my own hard cock and started stroking it furiously. "Your turn, coach." I growled. And with that, the game was officially off the field and into the locker room.