The team bus left for the away game at 6 PM.
It was a five-hour night trip to the next city. Most of the guys were already tired from morning practice and were planning to sleep on the way. Ryan sat near the back, headphones in, trying to act normal. But his heart wouldn’t stop racing.
Coach Harlan sat in the front row like always, looking completely calm and professional. But every time the bus hit a bump, Ryan remembered how Coach’s thick c**k had felt stretching his ass open the night before.
Around 10 PM, the lights on the bus went off. Most of the team had fallen asleep. Soft snoring filled the dark cabin. Only the driver and a few guys scrolling on their phones remained awake.
Ryan felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.
*Coach*: Last row. Now. Be quiet.
Ryan’s stomach twisted. H
