2 ~ Private Lesson With a BBC

Monday practice went on forever. I swam laps like a machine, but my mind was on Coach Marcus the whole time. Every time he blew his whistle or shouted corrections, that deep voice hit me straight in the gut. 

I kept stealing looks at his bulge, heavier today in gray shorts, swinging thick as he paced the pool deck. 

My speedo stayed tight the entire session, my cock half-hard from looking. BBC porn flashed in my head nonstop, but now it starred him. Him breeding me raw, filling me up till I leaked.

Almost like Friday. 

Fuck.

After practice, most guys hit the...