Top Training Thanksgiving – Max Romano, Logan Cross
My name is Max Romano and I’m new here. I am a physical therapist and for the past month I have been working as a part-time athletic trainer at the local college. I had no idea the place took sports so seriously. The director treats it almost like a religion. We are encouraged to push students as hard as possible, both mentally and physically, to ensure they become the best possible versions of themselves. It’s a philosophy that’s music to my ears and one that I definitely know how to do effectively. I’m not throwing any shade; I’m probably the youngest coach in college right now, so I understand exactly what these boys want and need.
One of them fascinates me enormously. Logan is a curious mix of extreme innocence and omniscience. I often catch him looking at me. When I look back, he usually turns bright red and looks away, but sometimes, just sometimes, he holds my gaze in a profoundly unnerving way; it’s almost like he’s mentally stripping me and doing all sorts of dirty things. It’s really intriguing—so intriguing, in fact, that I threw caution (and every professional code of conduct) to the wind by inviting him into my office to see if I could encourage him to fulfill his fantasies.
He sat down next to me on the sofa and I showered him with compliments, hoping that a boost of confidence would bring out his more mischievous side. It certainly seemed to do the trick. Within minutes, he was giving me the most intense and wanton looks! I quickly felt bold enough to dive in and grab his thigh in a way that made my intentions clear.
He was on top of me in an instant and I’m sure every warning bell was ringing very loudly in my head but I just couldn’t stop. I can say, with my hand on my heart, that I’ve never crossed the line with a student before, but the more I looked at his cute little face and beautiful physique, the more I knew I had to have him. Plus, it all felt incredibly natural, and when our lips met, I could feel my body shaking with sheer arousal.
This boy sure knows how to kiss! He’s clearly been with a lot of men before, and probably older ones like me. The prospect of inviting him into my body was becoming more enticing by the second.
I recklessly ripped off his shirt and started running my hands over his smooth, white skin, before turning my attention to the impressive bulge in his shorts. I’ve checked out his pack on more than a few occasions in the past and was sure I was going to like what I found there! It began to swell and harden, instantly becoming a thing of immense beauty. I played with him for awhile, running my bearded cheeks and mouth over his fabric covering until the boy was sighing with uncontrollable lust. It always pays to tease a young stud like Logan. Delaying gratification usually brings the best results!
The shorts came off, and when I was done teasing his cock I pulled out of his jock side and sucked like my life depended on it. For quality merchandise like this you need to dust off your best moves and frankly I could have spoiled it for days!
He slammed the sofa down arrogantly – demonstrating that he was taking control of this encounter. He was now my trainer and I was powerless to do anything but what he demanded. Warm. As. Cum!
He soon had me assume the position all good bitches love to be in – on all fours, arching my back and presenting my muscular, tight, daddy ass to him like a cum-hungry bitch. And sure enough, he soon had his pert little tongue stuck up there, making me pretty wet and ready for the main event.
