Doing College

Bobby, the team manager, lay, moaning, in a heap on a wrestling mat, having earlier been enjoyed, together, by both the coach and Stud.

But now, Stud was leaning over a massage table, belly on table, with the coach standing behind him, feeding his cock deep inside Stud's channel, and pistoning him hard. He moved his mouth to Stud's ear and told him of the elevation to the first string. Stud smiled. It had all fallen into place. He even had managed spending money by threatening not to visit his professors for special education again unless they wrote monthly checks to him.