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His fingers taunted him in a devilish manner, almost like the older man was asking for whatever his student was about to lay on him. His eyes rolled as soon as hands wrapped around his waist and it didn’t take long for the coach to quickly maneuver a defense. A defense that left the blonde hard on his back with Jared sitting on his chest, his crotch only inches away from his pink lips the man had been fantasizing about. While his features remained stoic, a brow soon became arched, and his cock twitched underneath the thin fabric of his briefs. “Remind me again why I let you on this damn team for?” If there was one thing Jared wasn’t, it was oblivious. He knew Hunter was focusing on his cock than wrestling, which was what the older man wanted. With a grunt, a hand soon found itself knotting itself in the boy’s blonde locks, all the while a smirk crept upon his lips. “I’ll make you a deal, kid. Since you haven’t stopped staring at my fuckin’ cock throughout the entirety of this session–how about you use that pretty little mouth of yours and suck me off? It’s the only way your sorry ass is going to stay on this team.”

Finding himself laying on the ground, he could still feel the other man’s cock on his torso. Now though, he didn’t mind what happened. Hearing Jared insult him though, wasn’t what he wanted from the man. “I’m on this team, because I’m not the worst guy out there. I work hard for my place on this team.” Attempting to move his head, he felt the older man’s grip on his hair. “Fine,” he said clearly. It’s what he had wanted, and now he was going to get it. His own length had been hard inside of his singlet, although for the time being he was focused on one thing only. “You going to get off of me or what?” He was still under the other man, held down by his weight. 

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His eyes narrowed at the blonde, and his fingers rubbed at the bridge of his nose as he listened to his friend talk. “Seriously? That’s what you woke me up for?” With a huff, he reached behind the seat and pulled out his duffle bag before purposely throwing it at the other. “I mean, of course, I freakin’ do, but I’m still pissed you woke me up.” He rested back in his seat and titled his head to face the other, a small smirk hooking itself on his lips as he gazed over. “You’re lucky I’m giving you food. I give and I give and yet I get nothing in return.”

“Look Shaggy, if you want something in return just say it. You’re the one with all of the valuables in this van anyways.” Zipping open the bag, he pulled out whatever he could find to subside the hunger that was slowly occupying his mind. “To be honest it’s kind of lonely just sitting here too without anyone to talk to. Typically I just joke around and flirt with Daphne, although obviously that isn’t happening right now. I’m sure you could fill in for her though, seeing as you don’t really have someone to talk to with either.”

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He had heard stories of this truck stop before. Rumors and such about a man scoping out the area for a quick fuck and a quick buck. For someone like Leo, the older he got, the less he cared about what gender wrapped their lips around his cock. The feeling of masculine hands caught him off guard, but the pleasure said hands were giving him were enough for the man to ignore the surprise. A deep moan sounded from his throat, and his hips lifted up slightly as the stranger continued. The man snarled as his eyes flickered open and a hand soon found its way to his back pocket, his fingers then fetching a 50 out of his wallet. “You get this for now.” Leaning forward, he placed a hand on the other’s ass and squeezed the thick cheeks, his cock becoming harder as he kneaded the skin in his hand. “You do a good job with that mouth of yours and I might consider paying ya more.”

Robert smiled, taking the fifty with his free hand and went back to what he had been doing. “Sounds like a plan.” Getting down on his knees, he looked at the cock that was directly in front of his face. It wasn’t as bad as most of the dicks he had sucked around here, although it was still him sucking some guy off at the truck stop. Leaning forward he took the tip into his mouth, sucking on just that bit before doing anything else. His tongue trace the head, adding more of his own spit as a lubricant. If things went well, he’d be able to deep throat this guy in no time at all. His cock wasn’t small by any means however, so that presented Rob with a bit of a problem. Even so, he was determined to make some more money off of this guy before he got tired of the sex. 

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Blue colored irises flicked up, and long slender fingers ruffled his dark brown hair as the trucker took yet another swing of his cigarette. His rested back on the brick wall behind him while his sight looked up the night sky. It was late. Midnight, maybe? Leo honestly didn’t know. Nor did he care that much. He had a job to do, plain and simple. He had to get whatever the fuck was taking up space in the back of his truck from A to B. Easy, right? Eh, not so much. The life of a trucker meant to thirty-something-year-old spent most of his nights alone. Completely and utterly alone. As he took another swing of his smoke, a hand soon found itself underneath his jeans and palming his cock over the fabric of his briefs. There was no one around–well, to Leo’s knowledge at least. And he needed a release. The movement of his hand sped up while his close shut, his cock hardening as the seconds went on.

The evening had been unbearably slow given how incredibly horny truckers were. At this point, it was merely finding someone who would give him more than a second glance to extort them for money. Obviously his life wasn’t going to best, having resorted to fucking and giving blowjobs to those who were able to pay him enough. Things were turning for the worst until he rounded the side of the building and saw a guy playing with his own cock out in the open. Risky, much as he liked it to be. Walking over, the man appeared to be in his own world while stroking his length. Slipping his hand over the other’s, Rob began to stroke the other’s cock for him. This went on for a few minutes before his hand slowed down and waited for the other to meet his gaze. “You know, if you give me a bit of money I might be enticed to do a little more for you.” 

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Mystery after mystery. That was pretty much the life Shaggy had these days. Don’t get him wrong, he loved it. He truly did. But the long nights and the lack of any fun in his life was taking a toll on him. Couple that with the fact he hadn’t got laid in a while? It was hard to believe, even for him, how he lasted this long without doing something about it. As he laid his head back in the passenger seat of the van, his eyes randomly flung open and his body reacted with fright as the sound of door slamming came to ear. “Okay, okay. I’m awake, I’m awake. No need for the noise, blondie.”

Velma and Daphne had headed out for their own part of the case for the evening with Scooby, leaving them alone. Letting Shaggy rest in the van, he knew that his friend had been extremely tired. While he went in to speak with one of their suspects, the other had apparently fallen asleep. Coming back outside, he hadn’t really meant for the door to slam as he got inside the van. “You’re lucky I let you stay in here. But I’m a little hungry to be honest with you. Do you have any food on you?”

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A sign resonated deep in his throat, and a soft growl sounded as he felt his students plump ass cheeks grind up against his thinly covered cock. The older man’s cock twitched, and the hold the coach once had on the younger boy was released. He stepped back a step or two and used two fingers to gesture the other to make the next move. “Wouldn’t surprise me if you were. You have a body fit enough to be roughed up a little.” His brow cocked, and the corner of his lips hooked up into a devious smirk. A hand pushed at his groin, and his body edged forward while his gaze stayed focused on the young blonde. “One last try, big guy. You fail again, and I’ll have no problem pinning you face down to the ground where you belong.”

It was hard parting with the older man’s cock, even if he had just been rubbing up against it forcefully. “A body fit enough to be roughed up a little? I’m not sure if this is a good thing or not.” Smirking at the other, he lowered himself towards the Matt and got into one of his appropriate stances that he had grown so used to doing. Staring at the other’s groin, his cock was unbelievably hard at this point. It was shocking to see how he continued with the wrestling match, given that it showed he didn’t mind a little extra attention from Hunter. Charging forward he grabbed at the man’s waist and held on as tight as he could, trying to turn around and keep his arms positioned there.

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His fingers toyed with the elastic waistband of his briefs and a smile donned over his features as an eyebrow raised in his students direction. “Good. The less clothes the better, I say.” His hands gestured forward and his head cocked to the side as he waited for the boy to make the first move. Jared let Hunter have the first hit. He took the opponents move with a smug grin on his face and a soft moan escaping from his lips as he the blonde up against him. “Who you calling old, boy?” Without saying another word, Jared swiftly countered the attack and pulled Hunter back up. His hands moved underneath the blondes arms and his hands locked together behind his neck. “You forgetting who the expert is here or somethin?’ He proudly stated and closed the inches between them. As he pulled Hunter’s body closer to his, Jared’s reflexes kicked in and his hips jerked forward, his clothed cock now rubbing against the others uniform-clad ass. “It’s almost like you’re asking to get your ass beat.”

“Fuck,” he let slip. Hunter shouldn’t have let him think he could do something without his coach doing a move like this in return. A nelson hold, if he wasn’t mistaken. It was one that relied on strength heavily, and he wasn’t currently the stronger of the two. His only chance was if the other relieved some of the pressure on his own, which could definitely happen if he himself put pressure on the older man. “Maybe I am, I guess you’ll have to see.” Pushing his ass back against the other, it seemed to be the only thing he could do at this point. Arching his back, he tried to get the other man’s mind off of what he had been focused on. It shouldn’t have been too difficult, given his apparent erection was getting much attention. Being almost naked and wrestling with a student was probably one of Jared’s fantasies, even if he would never admit it aloud. 

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“I’ll pass.” Without saying another word, Jared dropped his hands down to his waist and hooked his fingers onto the hem of his shirt. In one swift motion, the coach pulled off the clothing that donned his chest and threw it off to the side. His eyes scanned the room and a small grin crept upon his features as the room became empty. “I’d rather wrestle naked but I guess I’d have to settle for stripping down to my briefs.” He added–in a cocky tone of voice before throwing off his sneakers and pulling down his jean. He placed his hands on his waist as he stood there in just a tight pair of briefs. A pair of briefs that showed off the outline of his cock perfectly. “Come on, blondie. Give me your best shot.”

Hunter was quick to protest, although stopped as he watched the other shed his clothing. The sight of the other’s bare chest was more than he could have hoped for, and felt himself getting excited by watching the other doing so. “Wrestling naked, another time perhaps.” That in itself was all that Hunter wanted, and hopefully they’d get to some other time. The weird part of it was, was that he wasn’t sure if his coach was hinting at something more than merely wresting. “Briefs... are perfectly fine.” As the other shed the rest of his clothing, the skin-tight briefs that the other had on did little to hide the outline of his length. It took him more than a second to regain focus, given that he had just been staring at the other’s cock. “You asked for it old man.” Stepping closer to the nearly naked coach, Hunter new they were going to have a fine time. Getting into the proper position, he went directly for the other’s leg that had been closest to him. Rather than the basic two leg take down, he wanted to try something a little different. He bet that his speed could match the other’s strength, although if he lost he really wouldn’t mind having been pressed up against someone for so long.

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“You’re going good, pal.” Jared circled around, his eyes never once leaving the muscled blond in front of him. Hunter was one of the best student he ever had the chance to coach. No one was better than him; well–except for the coach himself. It may have been a long while since he pinned someone down for sport, but Jared knew he was still good at it. And the thought of pinning down his hot student was a opportunity he wasn’t about to miss. He was his favorite, after all. Not only because of his skills but because of how he looked. There was nothing more erotic than seeing Hunter dressed up in a tight fitting uniform; a uniform that gave Jared the perfect view of the boys plump ass. “You think you’re ready to go up against me, kid? I’d love to see what moves you’re hiding.”

“I’m more than ready coach. Although you’ll probably need to change into something different. I want this to be fair after all. When I beat you, I don’t want you saying how it was because of how many clothes you had on. Don’t you have a singlet you could wear? If not, I’d be happy to let you use my spare one.” Hunter imaged what all he’d be seeing with the other male in such little clothing, losing some concentration. He’d seen what looked like a semi at some points, but never his coach’s full manhood. “What do you say coach?”

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Hunter had spent the day training, at least attempting to do so. He’d went through multiple opponents, none seeming to be a good match for him. Being one of the best on the wresting team, Jared never seemed to have an equal. The only equal that was good enough to take him on was his coach, who must have been good back in his youth. It was also true that Hunter had quite the crush on the older man, enjoying the time they spent together. Sweaty bodies pressed tightly together was more than he could ever ask for, especially when that other man was so goddamn gorgeous.