Pt.4 Act 1
After their intense encounter in the showers, Kareem turned to Brandon with a proposition. "Need a ride home, Brandon?" he offered, his voice thick with desire.
Brandon, still catching his breath from their passionate session, nodded eagerly. "Yeah, that'd be great," he replied, his heart still pounding with excitement.
With a knowing smile, Kareem guided Brandon out of the showers and towards his truck. The air between them crackled with anticipation as they made their way through the locker room, the heat of their recent encounter still lingering in the air.
As they climbed into the truck, Kareem's hand found its way to Brandon's thigh, sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine. The intensity of their connection was undeniable, and Brandon couldn't help but feel a surge of desire coursing through him.
As they drove in silence, the tension between them continued to build, each passing moment filled with unspoken longing and desire. Brandon's gaze wandered to Kareem's bulge, his heart racing with anticipation for what was to come.
With each passing mile, Brandon knew that he was in for another unforgettable experience with Coach Nassar.
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As they drove, Brandon couldn't help but notice the familiar scent of Coach Nassar's man stink filling the air once again, as potent as if he'd never stepped foot in the showers. The musky aroma sent a shiver of desire down Brandon's spine, fueling the fire of passion between them.
Kareem glanced at Brandon, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Would you like a sniff?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.
Without hesitation, Brandon leaned in eagerly, filling his nose with the intoxicating scent of Kareem's sweat-drenched pits. As he licked and savored the taste, Kareem's cock twitched and jumped in response, the bulge in his pants growing more pronounced by the second.
Feeling the urgency of their mutual desire, Kareem unbuckled his pants and let his manhood slip out, rising to full mast once more. With a commanding tone, he guided Brandon's head down, urging him to satisfy him once again.
"Satisfy me, Brandon," Kareem commanded, his voice filled with raw desire.
With a hunger that matched Kareem's own, Brandon eagerly complied, taking Kareem's throbbing cock into his mouth and eagerly working to pleasure him just like before. The truck filled with the sounds of their passionate encounter as they surrendered themselves fully to the primal ecstasy of the moment.
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As the truck pulled up to Brandon's home, the lingering intimacy between them hung in the air. Kareem leaned in for one final kiss, their lips meeting in a tender embrace before he reluctantly pulled away.
"I wish I didn't have to leave," Kareem confessed, his voice filled with longing. "But I know your folks are waiting for you."
Brandon nodded, sharing Kareem's sentiment. "Yeah, me too," he replied softly, wishing for more time together.
With a gentle smile, Kareem reached out to caress Brandon's cheek. "Good night, Brandon," he said, his tone warm and affectionate. "I'll see you tomorrow in 5th period."
"Good night, Coach," Brandon whispered, watching as Kareem drove off into the night, a sense of longing lingering in his heart.
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As Brandon made it into the house, he called out for his sister, letting her know he'd arrived safely. From another room, Jasmine acknowledged him and mentioned there was food in the kitchen.
"Thanks, Jaz," Brandon replied, grateful for her thoughtfulness.
Heading upstairs, Brandon took a long, hot shower, the water soothing his senses but doing little to calm his racing mind. The scent of Coach Nassar's musk lingered in his nose, igniting a fire of desire within him. Unable to resist the urge, Brandon found himself getting hard once again, his thoughts consumed by the man who had filled his throat with his creamy seed.
With a mix of excitement and anticipation, Brandon jacked off for the third time that night, his fantasies fueled by memories of his encounter with Kareem. After finishing up, he grabbed a plate of Jasmine's dinner and made his way to bed, his mind buzzing with thoughts of seeing Kareem Nassar again tomorrow.
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Pt.4 Act 2
As Brandon hurried into the car with Jasmine, she couldn't help but notice his flushed face and slightly disheveled appearance. "What took you so long this morning?" she asked, her tone laced with curiosity.
Brandon shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his cheeks tinged with embarrassment. "Oh, uh, I... had to clean up something," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady.
Jasmine raised an eyebrow, sensing his unease, but decided not to press further. "Okay, let's get going," she said, starting the car and pulling out of the driveway.
As they drove towards school, Brandon's mind raced with thoughts of his intense dream and the sticky aftermath. He couldn't bring himself to tell Jasmine the truth, so he simply muttered something about needing to find a pair of socks, hoping to deflect any further questions.
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As Brandon sat in his Spanish class, Ms. Fuentes's voice interrupted the lesson, calling his name. Surprised, Brandon looked up, wondering why he was being summoned to the gym. With a sense of curiosity and anticipation, he made his way down the hall and into the gym, where he was greeted by Coach Nassar.
Before Brandon could even utter a word, Kareem pinned him against the wall, his strong arms holding him in place. Brandon's heart raced as Kareem showered him with kisses, his mind reeling with the unexpected intensity of the moment.
"Coach, what's going on?" Brandon managed to gasp out, his voice laced with a mixture of confusion and excitement.
Kareem pulled back slightly, his gaze burning with desire as he looked into Brandon's eyes. "I couldn't stop thinking about you, Brandon," he confessed huskily. "I had to see you."
Brandon's pulse quickened at Kareem's words, his own desire mirroring that of his coach. "I couldn't stop thinking about you either," he admitted breathlessly, unable to resist the magnetic pull between them.
With a determined look, Kareem led Brandon to his office, closing and locking the door behind them. "Let's make the most of this free class," he murmured, his voice sending shivers down Brandon's spine.
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As Brandon shared the details of his dream and the events of his morning with Kareem, the coach listened intently, his gaze locked on Brandon's as he groped his right pec. The scent of Kareem's man stink filled the room, his skin-tight shirt soaked through with sweat.
"Tell me more," Kareem urged, his voice husky with desire, as he hastily shoved his shorts to his ankles, revealing a tightly stretched jockstrap beneath them.
Brandon's pulse quickened at the sight, his own desire mirroring that of his coach. With a sense of urgency, he moved closer to Kareem, his hand reaching out to stroke the throbbing bulge in Kareem's jockstrap.
As Brandon stroked Kareem's cock through his jockstrap, the coach quickly reached his climax, his cum drenching the fabric. With a primal urge, Kareem shoved Brandon down, urging him to finish the job with his mouth.
The sounds of their passion filled the room as they reached the peak of their desire. As they finished, Kareem pulled his still-soaked jockstrap back up followed by his tight shorts, his cock still hard with arousal.
With a satisfied smile, Kareem sent Brandon back to his Spanish class, the memory of their encounter burning bright in both of their minds.
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As the rest of the class filed out for the day, Coach Nassar called Brandon over. With a casual tone, he asked Brandon about his weekend plans.
"Not much, Coach," Brandon replied, his mind already racing with the possibilities of spending time with Kareem outside of school.
A knowing smile played on Kareem's lips as he made his suggestion. "How about you join me over the weekend?" he proposed, his gaze locked on Brandon's.
Brandon's heart skipped a beat at the invitation, but he knew he needed a cover story. "Sure, Coach. I just need to figure out where I'll be staying," he replied, trying to hide his excitement.
Kareem nodded thoughtfully. "Why don't you ask one of your buds to cover for you?" he suggested. "Tell them you'll be at their place for the weekend."
Brandon's mind raced with possibilities as he considered Kareem's suggestion. "Yeah, that could work," he agreed, already making plans to ask one of his friends to help him out.
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Disappointed after being turned down by Cam and Kyle, Brandon hesitantly approached Phil with his request. To his relief, Phil agreed without hesitation, assuring Brandon that he would cover for him and tell Jasmine that they'd be spending the weekend together.
Relieved, Brandon returned to Kareem with the news, a sense of anticipation building within him. "I got it sorted, Coach," he announced, a hint of excitement in his voice.
Kareem's lips curved into a satisfied smile as he praised Brandon. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice dripping with approval. With a knowing look, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a little something to keep Brandon excited for the weekend ahead.
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Pt.4 Act 3
As Brandon eagerly packed his weekend bag, Jasmine walked into his room, curiosity evident on her face. "What's got you so excited for the weekend over at Phil's?" she asked, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.
Brandon couldn't contain his excitement as he replied, "Oh, you know, just some wild things planned."
Jasmine chuckled, giving him a playful pat on the back. "Just make sure you don't do anything I wouldn't do," she teased, before turning to leave. "And call me if you need anything, okay?"
"Will do, Jaz," Brandon replied, a grin spreading across his face as he finished packing. He couldn't wait for the weekend to begin.
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As they sat down to dinner at the fancy restaurant, Brandon tried his best to ignore the growing itch that had started creeping up on him. However, as the meal progressed, the sensation became more intense, making it difficult for him to focus on their conversation.
Kareem noticed the change in Brandon's demeanor, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Feeling that pill kicking in, huh?" he remarked casually, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
Brandon nodded, relieved that Kareem understood. "Yeah, it's starting to get pretty intense," he admitted, trying to hide his discomfort.
With a knowing look, Kareem suggested they finish their meal a bit earlier than planned. "Let's head back to my place for the night," he proposed, his voice laced with anticipation.
Brandon nodded eagerly, grateful for the chance to escape the growing discomfort. "Sounds good," he agreed, already looking forward to what the night had in store.
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As they pulled up to Coach Nassar's house, Kareem wasted no time pulling Brandon into a passionate kiss, their tongues intertwining in a frenzy of desire. Brandon's itch intensified with each passing moment, driving his arousal to new heights.
Once inside, they hurried to Kareem's bedroom, where Brandon's eyes widened at the sight of several bags placed on the bed. Kareem urged him to take a look inside, and as Brandon did, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the array of toys before him.
"Dildos, butt plugs, lubricants... and your favorite jockstraps," Brandon exclaimed, his voice tinged with excitement as he took in the contents of the bags.
Kareem grinned, his own arousal evident as he watched Brandon's reaction. "I thought we could have some fun tonight," he said huskily, his eyes dark with desire.
Brandon nodded eagerly, his body thrumming with anticipation. "I can't wait," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he felt a heavy flow of fluid from his hole, the scent of which only served to heighten Kareem's arousal.
With a hungry look in his eyes, Kareem pulled Brandon into his arms, their bodies pressed together in a heated embrace. They were finally ready to indulge in their deepest desires.
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As Brandon slipped into the jockstrap, he felt a surge of excitement coursing through him. Kareem's request to model them only added to his arousal as he struck a series of poses, each one accentuating his bulging muscles and enticing physique.
"Front double biceps," Brandon announced, flexing his arms to showcase their strength, his bulge swaying enticingly with each movement.
Kareem's eyes gleamed with desire as he watched Brandon's performance, his hands instinctively reaching out to paw at the growing bulge in the jockstrap.
"Most muscular," Brandon continued, his muscles rippling with power as he posed for Kareem's approval.
"Side chest," he declared, turning to the side to display his sculpted chest and abs, the jockstrap hugging his curves in all the right places.
Kareem couldn't tear his gaze away, his own arousal evident as he watched Brandon's every move.
"Abdominals and thighs," Brandon announced, his muscles flexing as he struck the pose, his bulge straining against the fabric of the jockstrap.
Finally, Brandon moved into the "moon pose," arching his back to expose his sensitive hole to the air, the fluid continuing to secrete as his arousal reached new heights.
Kareem's breath caught in his throat as he watched Brandon's provocative display, his desire for the younger man growing with each passing moment.