Soccer

[frogorange123]

It was my senior year, and I decided this year would just be a year to relax. I was known as one of the smart kids, it used to bother me but now I was used to it. I was always sort of those people who flow under the radar, I had been in swimming my first two years of high school, then changed to tennis. I worked out almost every day, and had a good body but I wasn’t one of those people who strutted their stuff. In any case, senior year, started off great.

For my Current Events class I had our high school soccer coach, he was a hottie. Girls talked about him all the time. Most coaches at our school only focused on their sport teams, but he was different, he actually was a good teacher. I failed to mention that this wasn’t the first time I had Coach Smith, he had actually been my homeroom teacher for the previous two years, so he knew me. About a month and a half into the school year, he told me if I could stay after class to talk to me. I was a bit nervous, but waited for the class to clear out.

"Thanks for staying, I’ll be quick, I know you have Tennis next." Coach Smith said.

"It’s okay, the coach doesn’t care if we are late. In any case its better I’m late, the guys don’t really have locker rooms we just change in the tennis equipment room, so its better I arrive late so I’ll be the only one changing." I said, not quite sure why I had shared so much information.

"Okay. Well I had a favor to ask" Coach asked as he sat in the chair next to me.

"Some of my soccer players are having some trouble in some classes, and I don’t want them to fall to behind. I was wondering if you could help. I’m already staying with them after practice and on off days, and bringing them to a classroom in the gym building. I was just looking for someone else to come help me out." Coach said.

"Oh! Well I can help, it’s not a problem. Some days I might not be able to stay, since I have tournaments but I could definitely help, it’s no big deal." I said just thinking about how much he would appreciate it.

"Are you sure? Don’t think you have to say yes because I’m your teacher." Coach said sternly.

"I know, I want to help out. I don’t do much when I go home anyways." I said.

"You don’t know how much this will help me. Let me write down the room and the schedule for you, so you can know. You can start whenever. If you ever can’t make a day just let me know." Coach said as he stood up.

"Okay", I said as I grabbed the paper with the information and grabbed my messenger bag "I can start Wednesday, since tomorrow you guys can’t meet up".

"Actually if it’s not a problem I’d like to meet with you tomorrow, and discuss some of the things the players need help with. We can meet in this classroom" Coach said.

"Okay, no problem. I’ll just meet you up in the room after school." I said.

"Thanks." Coach said.

"Okay, sounds cool." I said as I stood up.

Coach stuck out his hand for a handshake, and when I went for his hand, he pulled me in for a macho pat on the back hug. It was kind of weird, but at the same time, it was hot. He smelled good. I went to tennis, with a smile on.

The next day could not pass soon enough. When tennis was over, I slowly walked to the building as I knew Coach would be a while since his last class was his soccer class. I made it to the room and it was opened so I went into his classroom and the door closed after me. It had been about 15 minutes and the hallway was now quite, no students scurrying home. Just then, the doorknob turned and in walked Coach. He was sweaty and I could tell he had rushed to get to the room.

"Sorry, I’m late" Coach said as he put down three bags.

"It's okay. You didn’t have to rush. I would have just started some homework while I waited."

"I didn’t want to keep you waiting. So I rushed as soon as I could. Didn’t even shower, I feel dirty." Coach said as he dug through paperwork on his desk.

"It's okay. I just came from Tennis, feel the same way." I said as I stared at Coach continuing to dig.

"We should have met up in the shower in that case" Coach said laughing.

"We should of. Maybe next time we will learn from our mistakes." I said as I laughed trying to play off the statement.

Coach was now digging through his bag and pulled out a deodorant stick and started putting some on. As he slid his arm up his shirt, it lifted enough to see his stomach. While not a six-pack, it definitely was in shape, it was flat and he had the v-shape in the front. I loved that.

After putting the stick back in his bag, Coach grabbed some papers and walked over to the desk, I was seating at, as he pulled up a chair.

"Sorry for the smell." Coach said.

"We are in the same boat remember?" I said with a smile.

"True." Coach said laughing as he put the papers down.

The rest of the meeting was pretty uneventful. I would be helping him with five players. They were having trouble in pretty much every subject, luckily, I was in advanced classes so I wouldn’t have to teach something I didn’t know myself. After about 20 minutes, the player talk was over.

"That’s about it. I just want to thank you again for helping me out. It’s such a huge relief to have someone else." Coach said.

"I understand. It’s great though that you are making so much effort to help them out, most coaches wouldn’t get this involved in their players." I said.

"Yeah, seems that way. I know they are smart, they just aren’t getting the stuff for some reason, and they need a little more one on one attention" Coach said. I know someone who needed more one on one attention....moi.

"Okay. Seems good. So I guess we will start tomorrow." I said.

"Definitely. Thanks again." Coach said as he stood up.

I followed suit and stood up. This time instead of sticking out his arm, he just went in for the macho pat on the back. I don’t really sweat when I play tennis, but Coach definitely had sweated. I could smell his deodorant but also hints of his body smell came through. It smelled like man, hard to explain.

"Well see you tomorrow" Coach said as he walked to the bags on the floor.

"Will do" I said as I got my messenger and headed to the door.

On my way out, I caught a glimpse of the Coach taking off his shirt and pulling out a clean one from his bag. His back muscles were well defined, he also possessed a v-shape on his lower back. I wanted to stare but followed my path of exiting the room.

 

[boredman321]

Waits... for more!

 

[Autolycus]

Will he - won't he? Continue, I mean. What about the continuation we were promised to "English Buddy" started back in October last year?

Come on frogorange123, play the game!

 

[SJB69]

Aww...C'mon...waiting for more...I'm on the edge of my seat...

 

[threetimes]

hmmm... i am eating out of your hand now.. pls continue : )

 

[frogorange123]

Will he - won't he? Continue, I mean. What about the continuation we were promised to "English Buddy" started back in October last year?

Come on frogorange123, play the game!

Autolycus, sorry about that. I have a bad memory when im not on here for a while I forget. I'll go look for that story and re-read and hopefully start doing that one again, no promises though

I'm almost done with the next part of this story should be up soon. Its gonna be a bit slow, the story progression, so just be patient

 

[frogorange123]

The next day I wasn’t expecting much. After my class, Coach reminded me about the tutoring after school. Like if, I would forget. Tennis ran a bit late, so I rushed to the classroom in the upstairs of the gym. There were about three guys there; none of them looked like they had showered. I didn’t see the Coach so I just walked back out of the room, grabbed my cell, and started texting my friends. Suddenly I heard Coach.

"Glad you came" Coach said as he walked closer.

"Lucky for you this was my best offer," I said putting on a smile, so he could tell I was joking.

"Okay well lets go in and get started." Coach said as he entered the room.

He hadn’t showered either. I’m one for the natural smell of a guy, but four sweaty guys in one room wasn’t that arousing. Coach presented me to the players, and told me to just wait for someone to ask for help. He had stopped talking for about 2 minutes when the first voice was raised. It was John; I had him for a few classes.

"Hey John" I said as I walked over to the table he was sitting at.

Let me describe John to you. He was one of those guys that was popular but still hung out with the "outsiders". Sometimes our groups would end up sitting at the same table, so I had talked to him a few times. I had never really seen his body since he always wore loose clothes, not like a gangster but just bigger clothes that covered his body. But he was definitely hiding a body underneath his normal school clothes. He was wearing a very tight shirt, which allowed me to see his well-developed pectoral muscles, and a six-pack. His biceps were also very thick and at any moment could rip the tight sleeves open. His skin was olive, and even though he was a jock his skin seemed to shine, very weird I know.

"Hey." He replied looking a bit embarrassed.

"So what are you confused on?" I said.

"I’m trying to write this paper, and I got the rough draft back graded, but the teacher marked so much stuff, I’m not sure what to do." John said showing me the paper, which at this point might as well been red paper.

"Okay, well we can definitely fix the small problems but as there is so much detail, I won’t be able to help unless I’ve been able to read the whole paper a few times through, and really understand what you were trying to say. When do you have to turn in your final paper?" I asked flipping through the red pages.

"I have three weeks." John replied.

"You don’t mind if I take it home, so I can read it and see what the teacher wrote. Then next time talk about it." I said.

"No problem, I know I’m not the only one in here, so if you find it easier to meet out of school, I could do that too. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do the paper for me," John said.

Normally I would find someone trying to get you alone, as interested in you, but the way John said it was very nonchalant, so I didn’t think much of it. Well I’m not going to lie, spending some alone time would be pretty awesome.

"Trust me I won’t be doing the paper for you. We could totally meet. This weekend we have the 4 day weekend, so if you want to meet up then." I said, hoping it wouldn’t be too short of a notice.

"That would work out great, my parents are going to visit my grandparents this weekend, and I have a soccer game Saturday so I can’t go. I’ll have the whole house alone, so I’ll be able to focus. Would meeting at my house be cool?" John asked.

Duh! I thought.

"Uhm yeah. It wouldn’t be a problem. When would you want to meet?" I asked.

"Well the game on Saturday is at 11, so ill have plenty of time Saturday, if you want to come over after the game. That way I can try to finish it all this weekend." John said.

"Sounds good. Well do you want my number or do you want me to call you, how do you want to do it?" I said.

"Let's exchange numbers. Are you not going to cheer us on?" John said with this dorky smile.

We exchanged phones so we could write our numbers into each other’s phones.

"Uhmm...Wasn’t planning on it. But I guess I could go if I wake up early enough." I responded.

"That would be awesome. I’m carpooling with Jess to the soccer field, if you go I could ride back home with you and get started quicker." John said as he handed my phone back.

"Well Ill text you Friday and let you know if I’m going." I said.

"Okay, thanks again" John said.

"No problem." I said as I grabbed his paper and walked back to where my bag was, so I could put John's paper in my folder.

The next 45 minutes, were pretty uneventful, mostly helping them with math problems. Coach was helping them as well, but I tried to keep my staring to a bare minimum.

"Okay guys, time to clear this up. The next study session won’t be until next Monday, since we have the games this weekend and no school Friday, it’s just better we don’t meet this week." Coach said.

The players flew out the door, but John said bye before he left. I purposefully got my stuff together slower, see if the Coach told me anything.

"So what did you think?" Coach asked.

"Well not going to lie, some are really not in a good shape. They are missing the fundamentals in math, that they should already know, at the level they are taking." I said, realizing that I was beginning to show my inner nerd.

"I totally agree. Hopefully we can help them get through it. Saw that you were talking to John for a while, were you able to help him?" Coach asked.

"Yeah we are gonna meet Saturday after the game, and go through his English paper, see what I can do." I said.

"Are you going? To the game that is." Coach questioned.

"I’m leaning towards yes. John wants to go home with me." I said, realizing how that had sounded,

"Wow, don’t need to know all that info" Coach said laughing.

"I realized as soon as I said it." I responded.

"Well I hope you go. It won’t be full at all, if any. It’s a long weekend, and it’s an early game, people tend to not go." Coach said as we started walking out the room.

"I think I am going to go. Haven’t been to a soccer game for the school so yeah I’ll be there." I said as we started walking downstairs.

"Well Ill guess I’ll see you then. I’m going to go back into the lockers and shower." Coach said.

"Okay. We’ll see you Saturday." I said as I started walking.

"Yep, thanks again." Coach said as he walked into the downstairs part of the gym.

I’m one of those paranoid people that check things like 10 times cause you want to make sure you have the thing. Well I decided to check that I did have John's paper when I realized I was missing papers and had some of Coach's papers. I started walking back to the locker room.

I tried to open the door to the locker room but it seemed to be jammed, so I pulled hard and it finally squeaked open. I could hear a shower running but doubted it was Coach since I had only just said goodbye to him like two minutes ago. I walked into the abyss of the locker room and noticed just one bag in the room -Coach's. I wasn’t sure what to do. I waited a few minutes but Coach had no sign of coming out.

I started listening closer and could hear a pattern of the water hitting the floor, I knew that pattern, and he was jacking off. I could hear a low moan. I was freaking out. Then a bright idea popped into my head, go back to the door and make a loud entrance so Coach will think you just entered. So I went back to the door, but couldn’t open it. Shit! I’ll just call his name out.

"Coach Smith" I said as I walked back into the locker room.

The water stopped. And I could hear the pattering of his feet coming out of the shower room. He was completely naked. Not that I minded, but then again it was my teacher so it felt weird. I just stood there as he walked to his bag and pulled out a towel. Let me say this, he definitely was doing something in the shower he had a hard on, and it was pretty long. Yet he didn’t even try to hide it when he had walked out of the shower. He didn’t have a lot of hair down there, which turned me on even more.

"I have some of your papers, and you might have some of mine," I said, trying to not stare like an idiot.

"Oh, thanks, I thought I had just forgotten my papers in the class room, I was going to go all the way back to my classroom to look for them, and I need to grade them by tomorrow. I didn’t see any random papers in my bag but then again I wasn’t looking for anything random," Coach said as he started pulling out papers from his bag.

"How did you get in here by the way?" Coach asked.

Random question I thought.

"The door" I said.

"Yeah but I had locked it" Coach said.

I busted out laughing, "I thought it was just jammed so I pulled hard."

 

[NakedLover]

This is getting good!!

 

[frogorange123]

Coach laughed and handed me my papers.

"Thanks" I said, trying to my best to not look at his body but it was extremely hard. He had let a little treasure trail begin to form.

"Well have a safe ride home," Coach told me.

"Actually I decided to stay and practice my serves, so I’m just going to go over to the tennis courts for a bit." I said.

"Oh. I actually play some tennis myself, haven’t played in a while but I got some skills" Coach said laughing.

"Well maybe one day you should hit the courts, show me what you got." I said.

"Actually since tomorrow is the last day before the long weekend I’m free after school, if you don’t have any plans." Coach said.

"I’m free. If you just want to meet me at the courts, I’ll just be there." I said.

"That sounds like a plan. Well I got to finish taking a shower. See you tomorrow." Coach said as he unwrapped his towel and started walking to showers.

His ass was amazing. It definitely was meaty, but it was all muscle, nothing jiggled. I just wanted to take a bite out of it, right then and there.

As you could imagine the next day was full of anticipation. School had ended about twenty minutes before Coach showed up.

"Sorry I took a while," Coach said, still dressed in his teacher clothes.

"No problem, I figured you had things to do." I replied.

"I didn’t even have time to change. I guess I’ll just change out here." Coach said as he opened up his bag and took out a muscle shirt and some shorts.

He pulled off his shirt, and I finally caught a glimpse of his armpits. I normally don’t like guys with hair in the pits, but his brown colored hair was a real turn on. He put on his shirt and removed his pants. He was a boxer-briefs guy, and they were full, his butt and penis, kept the boxers tight.

"So shall we start?" Coach asked grabbing his tennis racquet.

We ended up playing for about an hour-and-a-half. He was actually quite good, I still kicked his butt but he wasn’t as bad as I had thought he would be.

"That was a good workout." Coach said as we walked over to the benches.

"Yeah, I need a shower, I feel icky" I said, as I jugged down my water.

"We should go over to the locker rooms and take a quick shower before we head home. I hate driving and feeling sweaty." Coach said.

Inside I was dying at the chance of seeing Coach naked again, but at the same time, I wasn’t sure about it. What if I got a hard on while in the shower? That would be an awkward situation to say the least.

"I’m not sure. I didn’t bring any shampoo or soap, so..." I said trying to feel out the situation.

"No problem, I have some. You can just use mine." Coach said.

I wanted to say, "no, thanks" but watching the sweat glisten on his biceps, something just came over me.

"Yeah, I guess a quick shower is good." I said, grabbing my bag.

We walked over to the locker room, thankfully, it was empty, guess everyone wanted to go home and start their weekend as soon as they could. We put down our bags on the benches and started to undress. I normally didn’t wear underwear of any kind, but when I had tennis, I would. I had a little butt, not much but I had a little something something. I was well endowed when it came to my package, I was six inches flaccid and just under ten at my full. I was always kind of embarrassed at my size, but after I was eighteen, I just sort of just became comfortable with my body.

We both were now fully underdressed, and just seeing Coach naked, started to make me go a bit hard. I just wanted to run into the shower and get under some cold water. We walked over to the showers, coached automatically turned on two showers next to each other. The thought of me showering next to him, made me grow even harder. The good thing about having a good size package is that it takes a while longer before it fully goes hard.

Just as he had turn on the water, he started walking back to dressing area.

"Forgot the soap" Coach yelled.

I quickly jumped into the shower, and turned the water to the cold side. Coach came back and jumped into the water as well. I wasn’t sure of the protocol here, so I just sort of stood in the water. Coach handed me the shampoo, so I started massaging the shampoo.

"Hope it doesn’t make you feel weird but I can definitely tell you work out," Coach said as he was scrubbing himself with the soap.

"Thanks, I try. Same goes for you," I told Coach.

"Thanks. You ready for the soap yet?" Coach said as he held out the soap bar.

I grabbed it and handed him the little shampoo bottle. Thankfully, the cold water was helping me from growing any, but I could definitely see that Coach had grown some.

After about five minutes, Coach turned off his water, so I followed suit. He grabbed two towels from the clean towel pile and handed me one. We dried off a bit then headed to the dressing area.

"Feel so much better, don’t you?" Coach said.

"Definitely," I said.

We both started to get dressed.

"So you still in for going to the game Saturday?" Coach asked.

"Yeah, I texted John today letting him know for sure that I would go."

"Do you know where it is?" Coach asked.

"Not really, I’ll just have to trust my GPS. I’m horrible at directions," I said laughing.

"Well I can give you my cell number, so if you have any problems you can call. As a matter of fact, if you get there a bit early I can get you in for free; just call me when you get to the stadium," Coach said as he pulled on his shirt.

"Oh that would be good," I said, now fully dressed.

Coach gave me his phone, and I gave him mine, so he would know it was I calling. We started walking out, when we got to the door, Coach pulled out the key and unlocked it. I guess he had locked it, when he had gone for the soap.

"See you Saturday." Coach said.

 

[willybob]

I'm not sure i like Coach

 

[hardreader]

Hey, Frog, I'm a fan of your writing. You're solid and creative and tell a good story. The sex scenes are always way hot too. And, for the record, I'm enjoying this story too. But you should know I almost didn't start reading it because I didn't want to be left hanging the way I was with "English Buddy".

Too many writers at JUB seem to think it's OK to start stories they never finish. I stand with Autolycus on this. Play the game, please.

 

[sexygaydude]

i really want to know more. please tell us more

 

[threetimes]

a message to coach : DO IT ALREADY!

 

[SexyGuy]

^^ I agree. I'm ready for them to do a damn threesome or something lol!

 

[frogorange123]

Saturday morning arrived, I woked up around 9am. I rolled over and grabbed my cell, I had a text message from John, "See you at the game". The stadium was about twenty minutes from my house, so I left around 10:20am so I could still arrive early and see if Coach could get me in.

There was no traffic at all so I arrived around 10:35am, i pulled into a parking space and called Coach.

"Hey, you here already?" Coach said as he answered.

"Yeah. Im in the West parking lot." I replied.

"Okay well the guys are doing drills, Ill meet you at the West side gates." Coach said.

I hunged up and got out of my car. Just as I had aarived at the gate, Coach arrived. He talked to the ticket stand lady and I was in.

"Glad you made it, did you have any trouble finding the place?" Coach said.

"Not at all. GPS pulled through" I said laughing.

"Okay well I guess Ill see you later, have to make sure the guys arent slacking off" Coach said as he started walking off.

I made my way into the stands, John was right it was pretty empty. I looked around but didnt see any familiar faces. I had just sat down about halfway up the stands when I heard someone call my voice.

"Hey you, what are you doing at a soccer game?"

"Oh hey Michael." I said.

Michael was this guy I had met my sophmore year at a swimming competition. We never technically were dating, but we did hung out quite often. He was from another school about forty minutes away from mine, which with my luck we were playing today. Over my junior year we just sort of drifted apart.

"Fancy seeing you at a soccer game" Michael said as he gave me a hug.

"Yeah, a friend of mine is playing so I came to support him." I said.

"A "friend" friend?" Michael questioned.

"No, just a friend." I said looking around hoping to spot someone so I could have an excuse to move.

Just then my cell started vibrating, it was a text. "Hey. PS you are on the wrong side of the field. John."

"So how you've been? Seeing anyone?" Michael asked.

"Been the same. Nope still single." I said.

"Yeah me too, the single part that is. So what are you doing on this side of the field?" Micahel asked.

"My friend just texted me that I was on the wrong side, I didnt even know we had sides." I said.

"Yeah, dont lie you were trying to run into me." Michael said.

"To tell you the truth, I didnt even know we were playing your school." I said standing up.

"You dont have to leave, stay and chat." Michael said as he grabbed my wrist.

"I really should be on the other side." I said as i started walking.

"Well Ill atleast walk you to the other side." Michael said letting go of my wrist.

I may have not been completely honest when I said we just drifted apart, I sort of pushed him away. Michael was a pretty amazing guy, he was the first guy that i actually "hunged" out with. The problem was Im very much a free spirit, I dont like people asking me where I am or where I am going...selfish I know. Michael quickly realized that, and for the most part let me do my thing. The thing was he wanted to get serious, and I just wasnt sure.

One night at a party, Michael and I snucked into a room. We had fooled around before, but never any sex (that includes oral). Well that night he wanted more, I kept pushing him away. I was, and still remain, a virgin. Im not one of those people who think sex is a major deal, but I just wanted my first time to be a little more special than at a random person's house. Michael kept pushing, even after I had said no. Well we ended up having a big fight, not so much to do with the sex but with the status of our relationship. After that night I started giving him the cold shoulder. Childish, yes I know. I really liked him, but I just needed some space. Well that spaced turned into an almost two year space.

"Thats fine." I said as we started walking.

"You look great." Michael said.

"Thanks. You do too." I said.

Michael was extremely hot. I definitely missed seeing him, with and especially without his shirt.

"So..." Michael said taking a deep breath.

"What happened between us?" Michael said as he stopped walking.

"Im going to go straight to the point, I was still not mature enough to be in a serious relationship. I didnt know what to do, so I just did what I knew would work and gave you the cold shoulder." I said stopping as well.

"Well that was a stupid thing to do." Michael said.

"I know, it was childish. And Im sorry for that. I really liked you but I just wasnt ready." I said as I started walkin again.

"Liked me...so you dont like me anymore?" Michael said once again grabbing my wrist.

"Im not going to lie, when I saw you today I was freaked but I was happy. You are an amazing guy. And yes, I do still have feelings for you, but I know what I did to you was wrong." I said trying to speed up so his hand would release my wrist.

"You did hurt me, but the worst thing was thinking you didnt have feelings for me anymore. This may be weird but, I would love to try us again. I mean starting from the beginning, it has been a while since we've seen each other." Michael said as he made me stop walking.

"I really dont know. We need to have a real talk before we can decide that." I said.

"I agree. Do you want to head over to my house after the ga,e, and talk?" Michael asked.

"I actually have plans already for right after the game, but maybe later tonight." I said.

"Thats fine. You still have the same number?" Michael asked pulling out his cell.

"Yeah I do." I replied.

"Okay me too. Just text me when you want to meet up. It was definitely nice running into you." Michael said as he gave me a big hug and then walked away.

I made it to the other side, and couldnt stop thinking about meeting up with Michael, and just thinking how weird all this was. The game seemed to take forever, but our team ended up winning 3 to 0. John waved me down to the field so I did as he said.

"We always have a little team meeting after the game, if you want I can meet you in your car or if you want wait here." John said.

"Uhm Ill just wait for you under the stands of the West side." I said.

"Sounds good. See you in a bit." John said running to the huddle forming in the middle of the field.

I walked extremely slow to the West side, kind of didnt want to run into Michael. Luckily the place had cleared out pretty quickly, no surprise there considering how many people, or should I say few people went. After about five minutes, I saw Coach come out.

"Hey, the guys are just freshning up in the locker rooms, John should be out soon." Coach said.

"Okay thanks. Oh congrats on the game." I said.

"Thank, the guys did well. So how long are John and you going to be?" Coach asked.

"Dont think that long. I have everything marked on his paper, we just need to talk about a few things." I said.

"Okay. Well Im going to have a little get together at my house around 8 for some of the guys, to celebrate the win. Its only for the guys over 18, so its just a few. If you'd like to come." Coach said.

"Why only 18?" I asked.

"Just its safer. Dont want to have any problems, you know." Coach said.

"Yeah, well not sure if I would feel like I belonged there." I said, still pondering why only 18.

"Thats rubbish. Its good that the guys get to mingle with you, so they feel more comfortable with you." Coach said.

"Well not sure. I actually have plans for a bit later tonight, so not sure." I said.

"Well no worries, I believe John might go. But just give me a call if you are interested, ill give you the address or you can get it from John." Coach said.

"Okay will do." I said, as John walked out carrying a big bag.

"Well see you." Coach said as he walked away.

"Im good to go." John said.

 

[gaytxn09]

I think I know what the party's about. ;-)

 

[Endlessnight500]

Oh Great Story so far.

 

[hardreader]

I'm pretty sure I don't want to miss that party!

 

[King08]

We're havin' a party a party for tw......... you!!!

 

[wowsexi]

very good sotry want to here more
i had a crush on my coach

WAITING TO HERE MORE