open to tops. men who top.
connection: trainee/coachee (whatever the expression), cleaner, maybe his driver, maybe a butler wanting to serve. 25+. maybe a cheerleader? be creative, i don’t know, just not incesty.
Leaving the field with a satisfying note, his chest heaved up in bliss, as he dropped sitting down on a bench. Watching his team playing was invigorating, brought the youth back to him, not that it was necessary, but still. The full energy of the once upon a time star of his team was undeniable, but draining himself out to the point where his practice uniform would be soaked to a degree of transparency, was a proof of the effort he put in it. Most of his team had long gone after their showers, so he laid sat within the bench, legs spread and body lent forward. The pieces of protection that he had worn for the familiarity laid on the floor, alongside the shirt that, in its wetness, felt so uncomfortable he had to take it. The drenching shorts were leaking onto his briefs, that added a second layer of skin shown on his behind. He should be feeling uncomfortable, even by that drop of sweat that he had running down towards his asshole, but he was much busier thinking about how he could still do it. He could still play it. “I still have game.” He thought at loud, laughing, as he switched the position to face one of the sides of the bench instead of the locker of his boys, reaching down to do some stretches after the work out, and sticking his chest down to the bench’s surface.
