Loan4k Mission Accomplished… He Took Me Hard, Boss!

But my eyes kept drifting, pulled by some magnetic force. The coach had taken one look at me during tryouts and muttered something about “potential,” which I’m pretty now was just code for “we need warm bodies.”

The first practice was a wake-up call. I was eager to prove I wasn’t just some scrawny guy who got winded climbing stairs. Not in fear—but in something way more confusing. I didn’t dare to turn around and look, and my erection problem had not gotten better. “You want me to get your back?”

I knew I could say no. While his body partially hid the unfolding scene from the other guys, he played with my ass on repeat, murmuring encouraging words while I leaned back into it, unable to deny that I was loving the moment. It was fast, efficient, like he’d done this for teammates before.