Coach's Retained Star E1 | My football coach walked in on me naked in the showers
Everyone is over the age of 18
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I tried to have strong eye contact with him the first day of practice. That's what I read on Instagram that I should do to show that I'm ready.
Coach Paul didn’t look at me right away though, and I saw him scan each trainee as he gave his opening speech. When he got to me, everything I planned went to shit. I held my gaze for about 2 seconds before I looked down.
There's no doubt he's a tough man. His reputation precedes him in the football world, and the fact that he is standing right in front of me is already fucking wild.
Those eyes though. I felt like he was looking inside me to see if I have what it takes.
“You have been the star athlete from wherever hole you came from,” Coach Paul says calmly. “You think you're faster and stronger than everyone else here.”
All of us had already sized each other up before Coach arrived. I'm not the tallest nor biggest one here, but I think I could be the fastest.
“I will have no place here for wannabes. Just because you were scouted to be on the best college team in the country, does not mean you are Lombardi. If you came to join a frat and knock up women, step out of my line right now.”
His plain delivery makes his speech cut through the gentle breeze on the field. The other guys and I held the line, like we were soldiers listening to the next command.
“Good.” His blue eyes land on me again and this time, I fight the urge to look away. “Now, show me why you were chosen. What’s your name?”
“Me?” I point to my chest, and the others chuckle at me. “Reid.”
“That the name your momma calls you?” The biggest blond guy on the end says to me.
Yes? I look at the other guys in confusion, and am met with their sneers.
“Gauntlet line. Now.” Coach Paul blows his whistle and we file out into formation.
“Nerd.” The same blond guy bumps into me and walks off before I can get a word in.
As we got into the two parallel lines, I realized painfully that I might be the only rookie here from the way they chat with each other.
“Connor!” Coach says and points to the spot directly across from me. The blond giant chuckles assuredly and takes the place.
Well, fuck.
The ball is tossed to me, and I zone in on the cone set behind Connor. He's hella wide, so I need to avoid getting tackled by him if I don't want to have a concussion on the first day.
If I fake a right, then I might get through. He can't be that fast on his feet with all that muscle.
FWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!
I'm proud of my speed. It's always been my greatest strength, and I felt the impression it left on my teammates as I zoomed away from my line.
Connor crouches lower and waits for me, only his eyes following the way I dart. I go to the right just as I planned, and wait for him to pounce on me.
Come on… come on… come on!
Yes!
Finally, he makes his move and his large body comes barrelling at me. I bide my time until he's just at the right distance, and then I move sharply to the left.
“Fucker!” Connor snarls.
Yes! Yes! Ye–
“Shit!” The sky is suddenly the ground and the ground suddenly the sky. Then, my world becomes sideways, and grass pokes into my left cheek.
FWEEEEEEEEEET!
“Hey, I didn't do anything, Coach, I swear!” Even Connor’s shoes were huge.
“I saw,” Coach Paul’s shoes joined his. “Two left feet aren’t going to cut it for the Vipers.” I look up, and he pushes back the pieces of his blond hair that fall down. “Showers, Reid.”
“I can do…”
He had already walked away by the time I got back up. Ignoring Connor’s smug face, I tried to walk off the field with my head as high as possible.
The only thing that could make this first day worse if they saw me crying.
Silver lining, Reid. Think of the silver lining. Full scholarship. Everyone back home is proud of you. Best coach in the country.
That, and a private shower while the team is still doing gauntlet. I figured it would be this communal setup in the locker room, and at least I get to figure out the faucet situation without everybody else around.
The hot water isn't bad either. I let it wash the dirt off my face while I contemplated how to get back on my horse after that ridiculous performance.
If you start at the bottom, there's nowhere to go but up. That's what my hometown coach would say.
“Reid.”
I shut the faucet off quickly at the sound of his calm voice and spin around to face Coach Paul. Then, realizing the context, I cup my crotch with both hands.
“Coach!” I sputter through the water dripping down from my hair.
He steps precisely into the shower with his shoes, making light splashing sounds.
“What happened out there?”
“I'm not sure, Coach.” I feel his icy eyes on me again.
“You're supposed to be the best we could find. A lot of resources have gone into getting you here.”
“It’s just nerves because, first day and… yeah.”
He didn't nod in understanding. He didn't smile and say, “that’s fine.” Instead, Coach Paul stared at me at close distance, and every time I dared to look, his blue eyes seared through me. I had to look away every time.
He can’t be that much older than us. Early 30’s maybe. He's famous for leaving the field at the peak of his career to coach. He sure doesn't look like the other coaches that I've met. Really, he looks like he's in better shape than a lot of us on his team.
“What are you afraid of?” Coach Paul asks coolly. “Why are you so nervous?”
“I don't know.” I blink the water out of my eyes. I'm starting to shiver now that the effects of the hot water are gone.
“Muscles,” he grasps my triceps, “shouldn't be for show. They’re there to serve you. Put your hands to your side.”
I had to look up at him again. Does he not realize that I'm… naked? His unwavering gaze gave me no other hints.
“To be a good athlete, you need to be comfortable with your body. Every part of it.” Coach Paul takes a step back and crosses his arms. “I need to know what you're working with.”
He's the best coach in the country.
I put my left arm to my side first, and then look down at my other hand. Seeing that I'm basically covering nothing at this point, I look straight forward and remove my other hand.
“Mm,” Coach Paul grunts and takes a step towards me again. I get goosebumps as he grips my forearms, and then he gets me to raise them parallel to the floor. The water beads travel down my biceps and drip off me. “You have pure potential, and no training. Where are you from?”
“New England,” I say, trying to find a spot on the wall to look as Coach examines me.
“Stand further apart.” He circles around the wet shower floor to look at my back. “Solid shoulders.” He grips them. “Do you work out?”
Oh fuck. This can’t be happening to me now. I bite my bottom lip hard to get my body to register some pain. I look down briefly to see if it looks obvious.
“Reid. When I ask you a question, it's because I want an answer.”
“Not a lot. I mostly play… sports.” I swallow the last word as Coach makes his way back to the front of me again.
Fuck. I feel the blood rush to my face as Coach Paul looks down at my crotch.
“I was 20 once too, Reid,” Coach says. I know he's looking at my face again, but I can't get myself to look at him. Not with the biggest bone between my legs right now. “Nothing I haven't seen. Put your arms back down. Like I said, you have to accept your body to be an exceptional athlete. There’s no room to be shy on the field.”
“Yes, coach,” I say. I’m pale, so I know my face is flushed red right now. It doesn't help the problem up top or down low to be conscientious of that.
“Have you unpacked yet?”
“No,” I respond, still looking only at the spot on the wall.
“Go do that. And come to practice tomorrow with a clear mind.” Coach Paul turns around and I exhale finally. “Oh, one more thing.” I tense up again as he turns around. “Rinse that off first. We can’t have others slipping on this floor. Safety issue”
I look down at the drool of precum hanging off my hard cock.
“And don't let Connor pick on you. It'll never end if you don't stand up for yourself.”