As Billy stood on the diving platform, Coach Thompson's voice echoed through the aquatic center, "Billy, get down here now!" The coach yanked him off by his arm and spun to face the stands, where fans were beginning to stare at scene unfolding before them. Coach Thompson's voice rose in embarrassment for Billy, "Did you take care of yourself this morning like I told to? You know the drill, beat-off every day, no exceptions. We can't have you splashing everyone with those full balls of yours!" Billy's face turned beet red as he stuttered, "N-no coach..." The air was thick with humiliation for the young diver. Coach Thompson's expression turned stern, "Go take care of it right now! We can't afford any more distractions like the one at last week's meet." Billy quickly obeyed, rushing towards locker room with his eyes fixed on the ground. He emerged a short time later looking flustered and red-faced, sweat droplets clinging to his skin. As he rejoined the team poolside a noticeable wet spot had formed at tip of cock within confines speedo swimsuit leaving little question what transpired.
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