#daddy mack

Tonight I'm watching ACC Championship game with Clemson Tigers vs North Carolina Tar Heels.

My heart is rooting for Clemson, but my dick is rooting for North Carolina and Mack Brown.

Kris Kross photographed by Al Pereira during a portrait session in New York City, NY - February 24, 1992

Kris Kross photographed by Al Pereira during a portrait session in New York City, NY - February 24, 1992

Featuring North Carolina head coach, Mack Brown

On November 27, 2018, Mack Brown was named head coach at North Carolina after a 5-year absence from coaching and 21 years after he left UNC for Texas. I remember the first day of practice with him. Coach wore his Carolina blue, UNC long sleeve coach's shirt which covered his chest; his grey shorts tented where his manhood lie and no name sneakers covered his masculine feet. His gray hair accentuated his tanned face from many days in the afternoon sun. His blue eyes and pearly-white teeth were the finishing touches on this god-like stud of a man.

However, the "teepee tent" in coach's shorts was his most noticeable feature and there was never a time that I wasn't looking at his crotch. I'd sometimes placed myself perpendicular to Coach so that I could discretely sneak a side view of his mounded package which protruded a good three inches. Whenever I did this, my balls would tingle and my cock would thicken shortly thereafter. I am sure he noticed me looking many times but never said anything. Later that evening I went home and jacked off thinking about his hairy balls.

On the Monday after we nearly upset #1 ranked and defending national champion Clemson, we were in his office alone.

"Coach Brown , I must tell you something very important today, before it is too late. I must tell you that I love you."

He was very attentive, and looked into my eyes warmly. "I love you too." He replied, "You have always been a very good player and great person."

"Do you remember the home opener where we beat the Hurricanes on a last-minute touchdown? And during the excitement, I kissed you. Do you remember that kiss?"

He thought for a few moments, then said, "Yes, I do remember; it was very touching."

I continued by explaining that I needed to tell him how I felt. That I was attracted to him and had many fantasies about him; that I had masturbated many times, thinking about him and imagining how he looked nude. Well, needless to say, this confession was making Coach Brown somewhat uneasy. There was silence for a moment and I thought I had really done it now: offended him and really ruined it for myself forever.

I mustered my courage thinking it’s now or never, I looked at him almost defiantly when I got up and walked around to his chair. Coach Mack seemed surprised and said "Er...Rob, what are you doi..."

I interrupted his line of questioning by kissing him hard on the mouth with a little tongue thrown in. I was hot and raring to go as I eased into the lap of this handsome man. It was quite intoxicating to me. It was right where I wanted to be all along. Mack pulled back, seemingly shocked by my actions and replied "Robert, I am your coach. What are you thinking?"

Despite his protest I could feel the substantial bulge at his crotch. I responded by putting my arms around him and burying my face in his neck as he let out a gasp. There I sat in the coach's lap with my arms around him taking in all of the sensations bombarding my senses. The slight smell of his sweat-scented skin, the soft yet firm feel of his warm body, the soft cotton of the t-shirt and shorts he was wearing, and his hard-on poking at my ass. It was all too much and a dream come true at the same time.

We sat like this for a while and he was beginning to loosen up as I looked into his eyes every so often and kissing him passionately. Mack gasped about how long it had been since he'd been touched like this and how good it felt. I asked him how long it had been and he said months before he started here at North Carolina without elaborating further.

"Do you really want  me so badly?"

I said I most certainly did and after a brief, silent pause, he pulled out his hard cock, exposing himself to me. I was so excited by this gesture that I immediately stroked his cock. His cock was just how I imagined all these months. It was beautiful. He had just the right amount of foreskin and his cock was proportioned just right at a thick 7" inches. His silver gray pubic hair and the hair on his body intrigued me. That was just as I had imagined it would be.

He directed me to lock the office door and told me I was in charge. I got up from his lap and did as he asked. My dream had come true. He was mine. I came back and knelt before him in his chair, placing my hands gently on his upper legs and savoring the feel of this beautiful man. I looked at him with eyes filled with love, lust and longing, while running my hands up and down the shaft of his cock and teasing the head with my thumbs. Mack moaned and shivered.

I finally could take no more, darted forward and took the head of his cock in my mouth, tasting the precum that was collecting there. Can you I imagine the excitement of this moment; how it felt to be finally living out my fantasy and how he felt having this first experience. I then went down and deep throated him, making him moan so beautifully again with more intensity. I went down on him with everything I had, sucking as though my life depended on it.

"So...gooood..." Mack moaned.

I went at him for some time, noting his rapid breathing and increasing excitement. All too soon his cock burst forth with a sizable load, filling my mouth. I was in heaven, and was rewarded with several more sweet spurts of his delicious cream. I reached up and worked his balls trying to get every bit. Mack slumped back in his chair, clearly satisfied. He told me how good I was, and that he'd never came like that. Ever. I was happy to hear this.