It's too late, you might as well make a childhood fantasy come true.
From Create Your Own Story
You let his dick come out of your mouth, but hold his shaft in one hand. "I used to jerk off fantasizing about this, Coach," you say, then go back down on him.
"Fuck, boy," he laughs. "Hope I was nice to you." His hand takes your head again, and pushes you onto his dick. You suck him, licking up and down his shaft, and start tugging on his heavy balls, loving how slick they are with his sweat. The room has you both covered in sweat, and as you deep throat your former coach, his free hand slides down your back, knocking your towel free.
His hand tightens in your hair, and he pulls you off his throbbing cock, looking down at you with a crooked grin you remember so well from your jerk off sessions.
Suddenly, a voice sounds, startling you both. "The Midtown Spa is now closing," the voice declares. "Please gather return any keys and gather your personal belongings before you leave. Thank you for your patronage." You hadn't noticed a speaker before, but there's apparently one around here somewhere.
"Fuck," the coach says. He rubs his thumb over your lips, and you suck it. "Don't suppose your fantasy ended like that, eh?"
You say...
