Dylan Tides Chapter 2 - One On One - Dylan Tides, Ace Banner
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I began lodging into the dynamic of having the Coaches to lean on for support once Coach Patrick showcased me how to let loose a bit more. It’s something I’m still working on, but I know that I’ll be around the other Coaches, too, so I can’t only rely on him. I’ve been doing my greatest to branch out and interact with the other Coaches. It’s become something of a leisure activity to attempt to seek out any moments I might get alone with one of them. There’s one Coach I actually have my eye on more recently (and I’m almost positive he’s caught me eyeballing him), Coach Banner. His unshaved torso and scruffy face get me lost in my head again, thoughts about what it might perceive like to smooch him overtaking my focus. He’s senior than Coach Patrick, meaning he surely must have more practice and that’s something I know I can only benefit from. I want to be more proactive and display them that I want to proceed mansion on what they have trained me. So I attempt to spend more time with Coach Banner. There are too many people at the gym when we go for our workout, so unfortunately I couldn’t truly find a moment alone with him there. Even when we get back to the building we instantaneously get invited out with the guys. But something happens when Coach Banner brings me into his guest room for a hasty change, I perceive my facehole go dry as my mind rings the alarm that this is precisely the kind of alone time I’ve been seeking. I’m too lost in thought to notice that he’s being truly kind, thinking I’m jumpy about getting changed in front of him when truly I couldn’t have been more satisfied to witness him already shirtless. I couldn’t stop my eyes from glossing over his bulky figure as he continued to undress. I’m somehow able to gulp my nerves and myself to speak, saying him what has me so shaken. I’m so relieved when he comebacks the notion, the rush we were in to get dressed and run back downstairs falls away as I perceive his forearm reach over and brush my face–making time slow down. His forearms grope against my torso and mine instinctively reach out to grope his, and then he’s smooching me. The moment I perceive his figure fever against me my spear unabashedly gets bigger rock-hard in my exercise shorts, pressing up against Coach’s bulbous jockstrap.
I began lodging into the dynamic of having the Coaches to lean on for support once Coach Patrick showcased me how to let loose a bit more. It’s something I’m still working on, but I know that I’ll be around the other Coaches, too, so I can’t only rely on him. I’ve been doing my greatest to branch out and interact with the other Coaches. It’s become something of a leisure activity to attempt to seek out any moments I might get alone with one of them. There’s one Coach I actually have my eye on more recently (and I’m almost positive he’s caught me eyeballing him), Coach Banner. His unshaved torso and scruffy face get me lost in my head again, thoughts about what it might perceive like to smooch him overtaking my focus. He’s senior than Coach Patrick, meaning he surely must have more practice and that’s something I know I can only benefit from. I want to be more proactive and display them that I want to proceed mansion on what they have trained me. So I attempt to spend more time with Coach Banner. There are too many people at the gym when we go for our workout, so unfortunately I couldn’t truly find a moment alone with him there. Even when we get back to the building we instantaneously get invited out with the guys. But something happens when Coach Banner brings me into his guest room for a hasty change, I perceive my facehole go dry as my mind rings the alarm that this is precisely the kind of alone time I’ve been seeking. I’m too lost in thought to notice that he’s being truly kind, thinking I’m jumpy about getting changed in front of him when truly I couldn’t have been more satisfied to witness him already shirtless. I couldn’t stop my eyes from glossing over his bulky figure as he continued to undress. I’m somehow able to gulp my nerves and myself to speak, saying him what has me so shaken. I’m so relieved when he comebacks the notion, the rush we were in to get dressed and run back downstairs falls away as I perceive his forearm reach over and brush my face–making time slow down. His forearms grope against my torso and mine instinctively reach out to grope his, and then he’s smooching me. The moment I perceive his figure fever against me my spear unabashedly gets bigger rock-hard in my exercise shorts, pressing up against Coach’s bulbous jockstrap.
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