SUBZERO SWIMMING
The lake was frozen at the edges, steam rising off the black water like smoke. It was fucking January, snow everywhere, and Coach just stood there in his tight swim trunks, massive chest heaving, thick arms crossed over his boulder shoulders. The protege stared, mouth open. This dude was built like a god—wide back, tree-trunk thighs, abs carved deep enough to lose fingers in.
“Subzero swimming, kid. Real men train like this,” Coach growled, voice low and rough. He dove in without hesitation.
The icy water barely made him flinch. Those huge muscles cut through the surface, powerful strokes slicing the freezing lake like it was nothing. The protege watched in total awe, dick twitching in his own trunks from how insane it looked. Coach’s back flexed hard with every pull, shoulders rolling, ass cheeks clenching tight under the wet fabric.
After ten brutal minutes, Coach climbed out. Water poured off his body in sheets. His nipples were rock hard, skin red from the cold, but his face looked… blissed out.
He turned around, bent slightly, and hooked his thumbs in his trunks.
“Wanna know my secret?” he grunted.
He yanked the waistband down. A thick, black vibrating buttplug was buried deep between his meaty ass cheeks, buzzing loud. The base was shiny with lube and something white. Coach reached back, pulled the plug halfway out, then shoved it back in with a wet slap.
"FUCKING SHIT!"
Thick cum oozed from the sides and dripped down his heavy balls into the lining of his trunks. The whole crotch was soaked with fresh load.
“Vibrations keep you warm inside. Makes the cold feel like pussy,” Coach laughed, voice husky. “Try it, boy. Or you too pussy?”
The straight protege’s heart hammered. He was curious as fuck. Coach lubed up a second plug, bigger, and bent him over right there on the snowy bank. Cold air hit his hole as Coach pushed it in slow. The moment it started buzzing against his prostate, heat exploded inside him. “Fuuuuck…” he moaned like a whore.
He dove into the subzero water. The cold tried to crush him, but that plug was cooking his guts—hot, throbbing waves shooting up his spine. Every kick made the toy grind deeper. His cock went stupid hard inside his trunks, leaking like crazy. He swam faster, muscles burning, ass clenching around the buzzing silicone while his whole body felt like it was on fire from the inside.
When he finally crawled out, shaking and horny, Coach was stroking his own fat cock, watching him with a dirty grin.
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