Keeping My Boyfriend For The Holiday

He was teasing the young man’s hole with his cock head and deep kissing him on the mouth.
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Troy was staring into the Cross Keys Winery shelf of the dimly lit wine cellar in the basement of Professor Hammond’s house, his arms extended and his hands grasping the edge of the shelf, as Brad Baylor, Hammond’s “significant other” rose up from behind him where he’d been knelt, working Troy’s hole with his tongue. The strong hands of the James Madison University assistant football coach grasped Troy by the hips as he came in close behind Troy. Instinctively, feeling Brad’s erection between his bare thighs, Troy widened his stance and moaned. The coach dry fucked the young student between his squeezed thighs.
“We have to be quick about it,” Troy murmured. “Can’t be gone for long.” Dry fucking like this was a frequent “getting it off” technique in the dorms at JMU, and Troy briefly wondered if there would be more than this.
“No problem,” Brad whispered into Troy’s ear as he nuzzled the English Department sophomore’s neck with his scratchy chin. “I’ve been hard for you for the last hour.”
In anticipation of Troy’s reaction, Brad covered they young man’s mouth with one hand to muffle Troy’s cry, moved his cock into position with the other, and gave a little upward thrust with his hips, penetrating Troy’s channel from behind. He moved up into the soft, yielding channel deep before starting to pump him.
No, this wasn’t going to be the typical safe dry fuck of the dormitories, Troy realized. The coach had told him he wanted to fuck him for real, and Troy now believed he hadn’t just been teasing.
Troy looked around wildly at the shelving stretching along in front of him until his eyes focused on a Cross Keys Meritage label and he...