GRANT DUCATI Chapter 1 - Cooling Off

After a particularly strenuous weekend practice, I always offer the assistant coaches and players an invite over to my place to wind down by the pool. When the weather is hot, like today, it makes for a great opportunity to see all the men and boys in just their swim suits. Lately, I've been noticing that one of my players, Grant, has been making considerable eye contact with me. The sexy boy's stare tends to linger even when I break eye contact. I can feel him practically spread the cheeks of my toned, muscular ass just with his imagination. As a few of us were laying out by my pool, I could feel those eyes scoping again. Against any and all judgment, I decided to make something of a passive move. I told the others I needed to cool down a bit and dismissed myself to head inside.