Not wishing to sound harsh, but we’ve a sneaking suspicion that Louis is gonna need a whole legion of tennis coaches to get him up to Grand Slam quality. Indeed, on the evidence of the opening few moments of this scene it’s unlikely that Andy Murray or Rafael Nadal have much to worry about! But what the youngster lacks in ball skills on court, he more than makes up for in ball skills between the sheets — as the ever horny Paul discovers when he invites his sporting charge to take a break from training.
Indeed, the two guys have barely made it back indoors before Blakeson is down on his knees and giving his trainer’s nicely cut dick a very thorough inspection — with his mouth, of course! It’s a move that a guy like Walker — who pretty lives for sex morning, noon and night — is always going to appreciate; and it’s not too long before the fellow is sufficiently aroused to want to first finger and then fuck the tight little ass-hole that Blakeson’s got stashed between his buns. And what a coupling it proves to be, with the trainer feverishly slamming that meaty knob of his balls-deep into the eager twink’s pucker — much to Blakeson’s evident delight!
Yes, this is a boy who clearly loves to be taken and dominated by an alpha male; and it’s no great wonder that the lad is soon squeezing out a handsome wad whilst Walker continues to bang him senseless. But that’s nothing compared to the geyser-like spray that Walker knocks out over Blakeson’s face — a magnificent fountain of cream that leaves the pup helpless and dripping, just like his tennis!