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In the lockerroom, rangy Ryann Wood's head and torso are clipped closer than a Marine’s high 'n tight. Ready for action. Rodney Steele’s got an athlete’s taut body, and the look of your classic coach; he’s even got the whistle round his neck. He’s a smaller guy, but sure dominates his bigger buddy. Doesn’t have to coach him at all. That old jockstrap crotch-rub has the testosterone rising. Ryan approaches Rodney as if commanded, kneels before him, and Rodney passes his plump cock into Ryann’s mouth. But coach Rod wants Ryann’s cock, too. He slides his lips over its smooth shaft, until they pile up against the groin’s tightly clipped stubble. Talk about suction. The dude’s worked up for some serious spermin’, and lets it fly. The guys get into ass-eating like they were starved, tongues jammed into a funhole feast that gets them both hard as nails. So Rodney nails Ryann, pounds that pearly ass with athletic abandon, power drives his sausage so hard up the chute that Ryann moans in ecstasy, "That’s it! Oh, yeah, fuck that ass!" The flexible little fucker leans forward and sucks Ryann’s fine piston into his mouth without breaking the rude rhythm of his hot humping. Does that bring up man-sized shots of man-spunk? You ball-bustin' bet it does."