Slowly, Brody lowered himself. And the grinding of coach’s salami against his prostate was causing his own cock to harden. XXX He would blow his Coach every day in the morning before school started. He would mow the lawns of all three houses practically naked. Just then the door bell rang. He reveled in the debauchery he was taking part in. “Right on cue.” Coach was relishing the moment. But it was a futile effort. And the heat it spread into his ass was actually soothing. Brody had reached the room and turned around, scared out of his mind. He had given Brody a series of seven butt plugs that increased in girth and length.
