Grant has what I call “Super Hero Syndrome”. Way too many young athletes get it. SHS is the idea that they have to be six feet tall and three feet wide to be any good. I could tell Grant was throwing himself in the middle of things like the bigger guys without appreciating that his strengths are speed and agility.
A few days ago, I heard a couple of the coaches talking in the office when they thought they were alone and I think I know just the kind of confidence-building exercise Grant needs, and I think we are both going to enjoy it a lot. I told Grant to meet me here after practice. He probably thinks he’s in trouble. Heck! I hope he doesn’t think I’m kicking him off the team but he’ll find out soon enough.
I’m sitting on the sofa when he comes in the door and, before I can say anything, he’s already apologizing. I reassure him that he’s not in trouble. In fact, I want to tell him that he’s doing pretty good. He just needs a little more self-confidence. Like I suspect, it’s SHS. It’s time to put my plan into action and hope he’s up for it.
I spread my legs wide. I look straight at his crotch and I say, “In my experience, smaller guys have a lot of power on, and off, the field.”
Then I look up at him, meeting his gaze, and throw him the bait, “I’m never disappointed.”
He gives me an uncertain grin. I reach out and take his hand, “If you are up for it.”
He sinks down on the sofa next to me and gives me a hesitant kiss and I return it eagerly. That was all it took to get him going. Soon, we were making out and he was stroking my hard cock in my shorts. This was about him, though, and I quickly got his shorts off and positioned myself between his legs. Like the other coaches said, there’s nothing small about Grant’s cock.
By the time Grant is eating out my ass, I know my confidence building lesson was working. I have to tell him to go slowly, shoving that dick into my tight hole. He’s a young stud, ready to ride, though. Once he got it in, it felt damn good!
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