Brett Henner, our defensive tackle once caught me staring at his fat cock. Anal sex “I’d like that.” I managed to choke out. It matched my frame well. At least 7 inches long soft, and a curve near the head. Even talking with reporters, I was overwhelmed with thoughts of his lips on mine, taking his swollen cock in my mouth, feeling him stuff my ass with his huge curved member. I was in pretty good shape. It was Coach Hines. His dick wasn’t as long as Marshall’s, but it was smoother and thicker in my mouth. All I could think of was getting clean, so I’d be ready for Miles at the end of the night. But honestly, everyone wanted Miles. I knew I couldn’t admit it until I knew for sure I was signed.”
“Signed?”
“Yeah, win or lose. You wish Hackett was fucking this ass, don’t you?”
“Fuck you! Guys would still come out of the showers without towels on, many of them with huge cocks, just showing off. As I bathed, I looked over my own body.
