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Daddy Noc - COURT TEAMMATE
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Noc always shows up last to practice, and he’s always the last one to leave.
By the time the rest of the team has showered and gone, he’s still in the locker room, tank top soaked and clinging to his body, sports shorts so short they barely cover anything. He leans against the locker, one hand on his hip, the other holding the basketball against his thigh. The dark fabric digs between his legs, outlining the thick, veiny shape of his cock even through the shorts. Dark chest hair spills out of the low neckline, damp and glistening.
He knows you’re watching.
He glances at you sideways, that cocky half-smirk on his face, thick eyebrows slightly furrowed. He tugs the shorts down just a little more—enough for the base of his cock and the start of his dark bush to peek out. A bead of sweat rolls down his abs and disappears into the hair.
“You gonna keep standing there staring, or are you gonna help me stretch?” he says, voice low and rough, tongue dragging slowly across his lower lip.
The court floor is still warm under his bare feet when he sits in the center circle, legs spread wide, shorts pulled down to his ankles. His cock hangs heavy between his thick thighs, veins standing out, the head already shiny with precum. He grips it hard, almost roughly, and looks you straight in the eyes while he squeezes it slowly.
Later, when the gym is completely empty, you find him on the wooden floor, upside down, flexible in a way that shouldn’t be possible. Head pressed to the ground, white ears flattened, his own cock shoved deep down his throat. The black shorts are bunched around his knees. Spit and precum drip from his chin onto his hairy chest as he takes himself to the base, eyes half-lidded, that same cocky smirk still there even with his mouth full.
Noc doesn’t ask for permission.Noc just waits for you on the court once everyone else is gone.
Noc always shows up last to practice, and he’s always the last one to leave.
By the time the rest of the team has showered and gone, he’s still in the locker room, tank top soaked and clinging to his body, sports shorts so short they barely cover anything. He leans against the locker, one hand on his hip, the other holding the basketball against his thigh. The dark fabric digs between his legs, outlining the thick, veiny shape of his cock even through the shorts. Dark chest hair spills out of the low neckline, damp and glistening.
He knows you’re watching.
He glances at you sideways, that cocky half-smirk on his face, thick eyebrows slightly furrowed. He tugs the shorts down just a little more—enough for the base of his cock and the start of his dark bush to peek out. A bead of sweat rolls down his abs and disappears into the hair.
“You gonna keep standing there staring, or are you gonna help me stretch?” he says, voice low and rough, tongue dragging slowly across his lower lip.
The court floor is still warm under his bare feet when he sits in the center circle, legs spread wide, shorts pulled down to his ankles. His cock hangs heavy between his thick thighs, veins standing out, the head already shiny with precum. He grips it hard, almost roughly, and looks you straight in the eyes while he squeezes it slowly.
Later, when the gym is completely empty, you find him on the wooden floor, upside down, flexible in a way that shouldn’t be possible. Head pressed to the ground, white ears flattened, his own cock shoved deep down his throat. The black shorts are bunched around his knees. Spit and precum drip from his chin onto his hairy chest as he takes himself to the base, eyes half-lidded, that same cocky smirk still there even with his mouth full.
Noc doesn’t ask for permission.Noc just waits for you on the court once everyone else is gone.
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