A Steamy Confession
Posted on: March 05, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Coach Chris Grey. Upon first glace, he seemed the perfect image of a typical college coach. A rugged, masculine individual, with an Adonis-like body fit to live in the temples of the Gods. Probably his most well known trait from that body was the chest that many students, male and female alike, called a "chest of steel." It was obviously full of nothing but pure, beautiful, hard-earned, bulky-but not too bulky muscle. With a chest like that, it was hard to ignore the perfect outlines those hard pecs left along those tight-fitted white school shirts he always wore. His powerful, sculpted arms, "guns," the team liked to call them, could barely be contained by the thin and pathetic cotton material making up the sleeve. And, as with any man these days it seemed, signs of tribal tattoos were just barely visible from the sleeve hem. When he'd turn to face someone, one could not help immediately noticing the entrancing forest green shade of his eyes. Accompanied by strong masculine features, facial hair kept lightly trimmed but never fully shaved off, and a shaved head from being a former navy man, many called Coach Grey "a bearded Vin Diesel" and it wasn't difficult for him to attract girls, despite the fact that he never really paid mind to his natural charm. He was a dedicated man, and had a lot of heart for the game of football. Although he was at times very strict through tedious hours of practice sessions, he cared ...
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