The room smelled like sweat, c*m, and raw s*x.
Ryan lay on his back on the hotel bed, chest heaving, covered in his own c*m and leaking from both ends. Coach Harlan was still catching his breath beside him. Marcus stood at the edge of the bed, his c**k hard again, eyes dark with lust as he stared at his best friend’s wrecked body.
“f**k… I can’t believe this is happening,” Marcus muttered, stroking his thick c**k slowly.
Coach smirked and sat up. “He’s all yours now, Marcus. Use him. He’s been hiding what a slut he is for too long.”
Marcus climbed onto the bed and knelt between Ryan’s spread legs. He looked down at Ryan’s flushed face, then at his leaking, used hole.
“You really let Coach f**k you, bro?” Marcus asked, voice thick. He reached down and pushed two fingers into Ryan’s c*m
