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grayson evans 22 - hockey coach

[thatevansboy]

grayson evans — twenty two . vers . hockey coach .

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[thatevansboy]

me and @jxmeshudson

[thecoopreturns]

There's a chuckle at that sir even as it sparks a few bolts of joy throughout his body and down towards his crotch. One word like that from someone so young shouldn't get him so eager. "Oh, well then, your hookups must love you in that case." He drawled as he watched Grayson's tongue lick that white yogurt from his fingers. Was that intentional or was the boy just inadvertently teasingly sexual and made in a lab to torture him with so little effort? Honestly, knowing Blaine and Sam, that might have been the truth. "I'll take the compliment, son. God knows my Hollywood trainer and I are trying to keep things looking tight and good for all my adoring fans." He teased before he added.

"And how are you gonna help with that, kiddo? Teach me all the TikTok lingo?" God, he really was sounding older, wasn't he? Cooper held up both hands as the other held up that finger as a promise to hold on as the other used the blender to his heart's content. He could feel that flirty gaze from the man quite a few years his junior as he tilted his head back over at him. His fingers brushed against Grayson as he took the drink off him. "Yeah? I hope so. I know I don't visit as much as I should. Since I usually say yes to the next project without taking a break to come down to see you as much as I should. Hopefully after a few weeks of having me around, you'll all be left happy. Might make Blaine's year if I'm here for a few weeks rather than a weekend visit after all." Which was a personal failing of his, and he was so willing to admit that. He took a little sip of that smoothie before giving a little nod at the taste. All right, the kid knew what he was doing when it came to those drinks at least.

"Do you want some uncle time?" Oh those puppy dog eyes would absolutely work on him, two bright blue eyes dipped down a little to look at those spread legs of Grayson's before back up to his face. "And kinda depends what sort of thing you're asking with that time." Because it wasn't like he wasn't going to spend part of his time here with his little brother, fucking him till he damn near broke into sobs.

[thatevansboy]

"Indeed they do. I'm pretty unforgettable." Grayson nearly glittered as he beamed at his uncle. His default state was flirtatious. Grayson didn't know how to turn it off. It was a natural force, and given both of his father's and his extended family, he was sort of inevitable. But was Grayson doing it on purpose with Cooper? Maybe. There was something more than hot about the idea of him and Cooper. Grayson was more than curious. "Well, if good and tighter were your goals..." Grayson took a bite of a banana, maybe a bit too big of one, "I think you are there."

His face scrunched up at the mentioned of TikTok lingo. "Please. Never touched that thing. And I wouldn't want to put you through that humiliation ritual. Fastest way to kill a career." It was Grayson's turn to wonder if that little brush of his fingers was on purpose or not, but his little smirk was unrelenting, admiring his uncle as he spoke and sipped at his smoothie. "Dad is going to love it," Grayson agreed. "It's nice of you to think of us all the way over here in this little town." Grayson winked at Cooper. "A few WEEKS? Wow, you're spoiling us. Hope you have the stamina." Grayson mentioned, but did not elaborate at all as he took a large drink of the smoothie.

Sitting down, he looked up from his smoothie as Cooper asked. "Of course I want uncle time." Grayson noted the flick of Cooper gaze at his legs and thighs, his crotch. "Depends?" Grayson tilted his head, leaning back in the chair, more of him on display. "Is there anything off the table? Something you want to save for a reunion?"

[blainedcvon]

Hands braced on the wall, hovering over Grayson, taking in the sight of his own son tasting him. No matter how often he had seen the boy take him down his throat, it would never fail to amaze him at the sheer skill of that pink tongue working him over in ways he forgot were even possible. Every swipe over sensitive skin causing a twitch, resting heavy in Grayson's careful attention.

His hips press closer as a groan of his own escapes parted lips. A silent demand for more as his body heat rises. "That's my good boy," Blaine praises with ease, fingers carding through blond strands of hair. Tilting his pelvis, smearing precum and Grayson's left behind spit against a cheek and over his lips. "Take daddy in. Taste me, baby."

[thatevansboy]

Grayson loved being like this. At service to his father. He admired and loved the man so much, wanted to make him laugh, feel good, feel appreciated. If he could give back to Blaine half of what he had given Grayson, he would feel like an accomplished son. But sometimes a blow job was a start to that. The smear across his cheek made Grayson groan, feeling the sticky slick run across his smooth skin, marked by Blaine's precum.

Called a good boy, Grayson's cock stiffened at the attention, on his knees, the bulge absolutely straining the fabric of his shorts, his hand rubbing it slowly, not wanting the pleasure to end too soon. When Blaine told him to take him in, his face was nestled in Blaine's crotch, cock still against the side of Grayson's face. "Yes, daddy. Anything you want." Grayson replied obediently, hand taking Blaine's cock, thumb running along the bottom of the tip before he eagerly wrapped his mouth around it. Without preamble, Grayson sucked at it, neck moving his head back and forth, eyes closing in satisfied pleasure.

[dylankarofsky]

Dylan couldn’t stop whimpering and moaning over and over again as he felt Grayson’s tongue working his hole, the talented mouth muscle making his needy opening slick with saliva. He could barely keep his eyes on Grayson’s face as the man ate him out, the sight was one of the hottest things that he’d seen in a very long time. The look of pure raw need in those eyes was so hot, it felt even more intense than usual which he assumed had to be because of the smoothie, but it could’ve also just been that Grayson was so fucking hot that anyone would be obscenely horny around him “Fuck… just wait till you taste me after you breed me, I’m fucking delicious then” he teased, his hand gonig to run through Grayson’s hair and another low needy moan came out as he felt that tongue hitting him just right. His heels pressed a little into Grayson’s back, his head falling back against the countertop as another long needy moan came out “Oh fuck, god damn that… that smoothie… you weren’t fucking kidding, my hole hasn’t felt this sensitive in so long… oh fuck… fuck me Gray… fucking wreck that hole!”

[thatevansboy]

God the SOUNDS Dylan was making went right to Grayson's cock. It throbbed in near delight, knowing that the reason Dylan whimpered and moaned like that was because of him. Holding Dylan's weight easily on his shoulders, Grayson dug in, licking and lapping at the other man's hole. His tongue swirled around the outside before it slid in, the wet muscle testing Dylan's tightness, feeling the ring instinctively tighten but give way to his prodding as Dylan relaxed. Grayson groaned, his balls aching at that point. The smoothie, that damned powder, made Grayson feel like he was in heat. "You want it, Dyl?" Grayson asked, standing up to his full height, pulling Dylan against the very edge of the counter, hand between them, lining the head of his cock up with Dylan's spit slickened hole. "Go on, claim it. Show me how eager you are." Grayson's other hand took hold of Dylan's chin, making their eyes meet. "Fuck yourself on my cock."

[coachhudson]

Most of the men Finn had been with were shorter than him but Grayson was a mere inch shorter, and there was something nice about it. Something sexy. Finn enjoyed how big and beefy the blonde was. "Mmmmmm." The father groaned, reaching down to stroke his big heavy cock while watching the boy show off for him. "Oh fuck yes."

Finn leaned close, clapping his hands down on those fat round cheeks and spreading them before spitting hard on that hole and then roughly dragging his tongue against it. He smirked then, looking up at the other. "Now be a good boy and moan for me, okay? I wanna know you're feeling good." Finn smirked confidently before shoving his face back between those cheeks, his tongue eagerly lapping at that hole repeatedly.

[thatevansboy]

Grayson precum dripped and Finn had barely even touched him. The boy was a faucet with little help, that's how turned on he was at that moment. With his hands keeping him bent over, his weight balancing on the chair, he was unable to please himself, and he sort of liked it. It seemed that Finn's attentions were doing enough for either hand.

The spit made Fin's body clench, a shiver running up his spine, a wave of lust, fueling the fog of arousal in his mind. In that sort of state, Grayson would do anything the man wanted. And so he moaned, not that he need prompting, feeling that strong tongue on his hole. Grayson's eyes shut, hands clenching around the arm of the pool chair. "Fuck, Mr Hudson. Sir. Please fuck me. I need it so bad. Make me feel good."

[jxmeshudson]

📲 — sureee whatever you say

📲 — 🙈 me? no.

📲 — you though? … damn.

[thatevansboy]

📲 — james hudson don't play humble now

📲 — u KNOW ur an absolute smoke show

[theesamevans]

Sam barked out a laugh, spinning the football on one finger for all of two seconds before it wobbled and nearly slipped from his hand.

"Who're you calling 'Old Man', Pup-," a nickname he'd had for Grayson since the first day he'd held his mini-me in his arms, "-I'll have you know I'm in even better shape than I was back in my McKinley High days."

He tucked the football under one arm and made his way across the grass, breathing a little heavier from exerting himself. But he'd always enjoyed the wear-and-tear of being active, firing up muscles and drawing sweat. All things that had clearly been passed to his fit son.

Reaching Grayson, Sam grabbed the offered hand without hesitation but at the last moment he switched tactics and tackled the young blond back to the ground with a loud laugh. "If anyone needs help getting up it should be the 'Old Man', shouldn't it?" he taunted as he began to play-wrestle Grayson, pinning his son's hands to the ground, settling between his legs and using the weight of his brawny muscles to keep his heir right where he wanted them.

"Now - if I remember right, a certain someone made a promise about what the winner of this match would get," he hummed, a couple drops of sweat sliding from his bare torso onto Grayson's, "And as the winner of said match," he grinned, leaning in close enough that if his son flicked his tongue out it would taste him, "I have decided that I want my prize right here and now."

[thatevansboy]

Pup. The nickname always made Grayson feel warm and fuzzy inside. It made him beam up at his father was the man approached, ball twirling on his finger. Show off. But Grayson loved it. Sam's own confidence had bled into Grayson's. He was truly a chip off the block, as he had been told and reminded of for most of his life. "I guess I could believe that," Grayson shrugged, as if he didn't buy it. But he did, easily. His father's body was amazing, and dare he say one of his favorites?

His eyes flashed as Sam approached, a plan forming in his head. When Sam took his hand, he'd grip it tight and pull him down in a surprise attack, catching the man off guard and gaining the advantage--

Sam was on him in the next moment, drawing a surprised gasp from Grayson as they wrestled and thrashed. Grayson laughed, face flushing easily. "God forbid you helped your son in his moment of need." Grayson responded, panting a little. "Also you stole my idea..." A playful frown pulled at his lips. "I guess it was inevitable, us like this." Grayson flexed his arms, his wrists pinned down.

Catching his breath, he looked up at his father, the man's face so close to his. Little bits of sweat from Sam's body dripped onto his own bare chest and it tickled a little, his sense of touch heightened around Sam. "Oh? Here and now?" Grayson's legs lifted, a calf rubbing Sam's leg, hips titling. "Good thing I snuck into your room and put on one of your high school jocks then." Grayson said, the tinge of a dare in his voice, a tease.

[jxmeshudson]

📲 — hey G. miss you too.

📲 — oh jeeze, idk how you even liked my skinny bod and curls… you must’ve seen into the future or you managed to see my potential.

[thatevansboy]

📲 — hey the skinny bods and curls were part of the appeal!

📲 — I mean...I do have good taste. look what a stud u grew up into ;D

[thebriarbunny]

[teenwolf-theoriginals]

do all the things, bro. do them all.

[thatevansboy]

busy weekend, sorry for lack of replies! workin' on them now 🩵

[thatevansboy]

📲 — hey J. 📲 — i miss you. just found a photo from high school. u and i at prom.

@jxmeshudson

[thatevansboy]

the urge to make a second muse....

[notgaybuckybarnes]

STEPHEN KALYN Off Campus 1.01 "The Deal"

[thatevansboy]

for @theesamevans

Grayson huffed, panting as the sun beat down on his bare torso, a thin sheen of sweat covering his body and dampening the hair at his temple and nape of his neck. He laid back in the grass a moment before sitting up, eyes narrowed from the son as he looked over at his father Sam. The man held the football they had been tossing back and forth for a while, the park empty in the middle of the day in the middle of the week. It was his favorite time to get out of the house because the place was nearly empty, and his and Sam's schedules rarely matched up like this.

"Alright, old man, you still got it, I admit." Grayson mimicked waving a white flag. Grayson rest his arms on his knees, legs spread, leaving little to the imagination behind the thin fabric of his shorts that rode up and clung to his crotch. Grayson wiped sweat from his forehead and then held out a hand towards Sam. "Help me up?"

[dylankarofsky]

Dylan whimpered feeling the flicking of his nipple, Grayson knew all his sensitive areas almost too well sometimes but Dylan enjoyed it. He bit his bottom lip a little as he heard Grayson’s groan “I know, I’m evil” he smirked a little before letting out a tiny gasp when he was pulled right on the edge. His hands moved down to grab the edge so he didn’t fall off when his shorts were removed, leaving him in nothing but his jockstrap which just barely restrained his cock. “Oh hell yeah, lube it up good Gray… hopefully it’s as tasty as that drink” he teased, leaning back so he had some support from the counter and rocked his hips a little so he could get his ass as close to the other man’s face as possible. His cheeks just a little apart to expose the tight little hole that was seemingly twitching, wanting to be taken by the muscular hunk as hard as possible.

[thatevansboy]

Grayson shifted so that Dylan's legs rested on his broad shoulders. The weight of them was so satisfying in and of itself. With Dylan's shorts off, he tossed them aside with a flick of his wrist and then eagerly leaned forward into that tight hole, wasting no time. On his knees, face buried in Dylan's ass, his tongue rolled out, running a long trail up Dylan's taint and to his hole where the tongue flattened and ran over it eagerly. Lapping at the entrance, his tongue flexed and traced the rim, Grayson letting out a groan of hunger and want. His brain was fogged by lust and a desire to ravage Dylan. Must be the smoothie, but Grayson wasn't going to chalk it up to merely that. "Fuck, you taste so good, Dyl." Grayson grunted between the man's legs.