"You know... wedon't ever really get to hear thank you's. It's always such a rush inand out. By the time a fight is over, the entire battlefield is ba...rrenbecause everyone has rushed away from the crossfire."This was his chance. This was the opening he had been waiting for. "Iknow you wanted to keep your identity a secret. As you should. And I'msorry. But of all the weirdness and uncomfortable conversations thisthing has caused, I hope there is a positive to come out of this. Maybeit could be. “Now it is your turn to see my cock”. Coach H stood up in front of me then turned to the right. The coach’s cock was stiff and pointed up at a 45 degree angle. It was a marvelous sight. Coach H knelt down between my legs and stroked my cock a few times before starting to suck on it. This went on for 5 minutes or so before Coach H told me to stand up and bend over his desk. I got up and went over to his desk. I leaned over his desk and put my forearms down on it. Coach H came up behind. "Ooooh! God, Vincenzo. I want you inside me. I want your erection inside me. I am so hot, so wet. Just take me!" YES!" Vincenzo was victorious. He ripped off his clothes to reveal a darkly tanned and extremely muscled chest thighs and ass. His penis was fully erect at 10''. Alaina's eyes widened. It wasn't going to fit. Nothing that bug could every fit. Her small hands flew up to caress his chest and ass."Later." He growled. With that he plunged into her gloriously tight hole. Alaina barely. I gave as good as I got, but it was never said in anger (well, not real anger) and we always talked it out later. We’d learned a lot from our counselor.I was really reticent to go at first, but Chelsea talked us into it, saying the woman was at the top of her field. We had to an individual session first before we went together.I liked the counselor, a woman close to fifty who had been practicing for twenty-four years. I asked her once if over the years she’d heard it all. She grinned. “Not in.