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“Have a seat, Mikey,” ordered Coach as he took a chair opposite me. “Do you know why I’ve called you into my office?”

“No, sir,” I answered, trying to keep my eyes off his massive bulge.

“I’m worried about your grades,” Coach began, leaning forward with his arm on his knee and his other hand precariously close to his crotch.

“Uh huh,” I replied. Jesus, his cock looks huge.

“Your baseball scholarship to this university depends on you maintaining at least a 2.5 GPA,” he stated.

“Uh huh.” His balls are like two, ripe plums.

“And it’s not just your grades,” he continued. “Your head is not in the game.”

“Uh huh.” Christ, I bet he shoots a big load.

“Your batting average fuckin’ sucks,” Coach spat, adjusting his package.

“Uh huh.” Fuck, I want to suck him off.

“Jesus, Mikey,” he sighed in exasperation. “Will you stop saying ‘uh huh’ and give me one damn good reason to keep you on the team?”

“I could suck your dick,” I blurted out like a mindless cocksucker.

“Oh, really?” he laughed, as I dropped to my knees and unzipped him. “If you think I’m gonna keep you on the team just because you sucked my cock … then you better be fuckin’ good at it.”

“Uh huh,” I agreed, unleashing his thick, veiny, eight-inch cock, taking it down my throat until his big balls were mashed against my chin.

“Fuuuck,” exhaled Coach. “You are good.”

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

Makes me happy to see other caption bloggers are still here.


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