Coach's Retained Star E2 | My football coach said I don't get hard enough...

Everyone is over the age of 18

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I kept Coach’s words in mind as I entered the next practice. It was good that I did that, because the snickering started immediately from Connor and his gang. 

“Hey, this time, remember to kiss the ground in front of my feet. You had bad aim the last time,” Connor says, and the other guys don't care to hold back their laughter. 

“Vipers!” FWEEEEEEET! Coach Paul makes the symbols to form two lines where he's pointing. “We're starting with a good old-fashioned toss.” 

Stand up to him or it'll never stop. 

That's what Coach told me. As the guys split into two groups, I make sure that I'm on the opposite team of Connor. I know he thinks that I’m a joke, and he doesn't even bother to look at me as he strolls to his place. 

I plant myself across him, and when the brute finally stops talking to his friends and notices, he rolls his eyes. 

“Man, get the fuck out of here. I want a real player to spar with. Jackson, get over there.” He nods at his friend with dreads on the left. 

“You stay there,” Coach Paul says calmly as he tosses a ball to Connor. “You too.” A piece of his long blond hair swings as he turns to nod at me. 

Stand up to him or it’ll never stop. 

“Alright, rookie. If that’s what you want.” 

Wham! 

I catch the ball, but not before it makes enough of an impact with me that it knocks my breath out a little. So much for tossing practice.

I throw it back at him, and he snatches the ball out of the air. 

Wham! The ball zooms at me and I manage to catch it earlier than last time. Suddenly, it clicked to me that's what Coach was saying about functional muscles. He might be lacking the definition, but Connor is strong. 

“Put your body into it. Follow through with your motion,” Coach says as he walks past behind me. I aim at Connor, and throw it as hard as I can. 

He catches it again, but I can tell it destabilized him a little from the way his feet moved. His smug grin turns into a frown. 

WHAM! 

“Ow,” I mutter to myself. The competitive adrenaline takes over, and I whip the ball back at him. 

WHAM! Quick as lightning, the ball is back in my hand, leaving a stinging feeling from its momentum. 

“Come at me, rookie Reid!” He opens his arms wide. 

Stand up to him or it’ll never stop. 

“You hurt and need to go to the showers again?” Connor taunts me. The return of his dumb, pompous smile gave me the motivation I needed. I aim straight at his head, and give it all I got. 

“Hey!” I hear the impact of the ball hitting his arm and rebounding. Connor recovers from the impact and reaches out to grab the ball, but it tumbles out of his fingertips and drops. “FUCK! COACH!” 

FWEEEEEET!

“Laps, Reid. We're a team here,” Coach Paul says to me. Then, just for me, he winks. “Go.”

Laps never felt so fucking good. I felt the look of Connor and the dimwits on me as I ran, and I honestly didn't care. They don't scare me. 

Coach made me run until I was the last one on the field. Needless to say, I was drenched by the time I made it to the locker room. There was no snickering from Connor this time, and I saw a developing bruise on his forearm. Everyone was pretty much done changing by that time, and I was the only one getting into the shower. 

“Nice, man. We all hate that guy, let's be real,” one of the guys, Alex says. He gives me a pat on the shoulder before he leaves me alone in the locker room. 

Not for long anyway, because Coach Paul came in shortly a couple seconds later. 

“Hey Coach,” I say. 

“Don't smile at me like you want a reward,” he says. There's still an approving glimmer in his eyes, and so I keep my smile. 

“You need to talk to me?” I take off my shirt, which is really damp from sweat. 

“Yes. Shower. I'll talk to you at the same time,” Coach says. Everything he says sounds so serious. He walks over to the shower area, and I strip down to nothing. 

Here we go again. He said I can't be shy in my body. I stand up tall for him and walk into the shower room, which is still steamy from the other guys using it. 

Coach is just standing there, watching me as I go up to the faucet. Once I start the water, he starts talking to me. 

“What were you trying to do with the ball?” 

“He was whipping it at me, so I wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine,” I say as I lather up the shampoo in my hair. 

“Were you trying to hit his face?” 

“I mean…” I smile at the image of the bruise on his arm. “Yeah, kinda.” 

“Then you should have,” Coach Paul says. I look over my shoulder to see if he's being serious and of course, he is. 

Geez, I'm just showing my butt to him. 

I didn't mind as I scrubbed my upper body, but when I got to my lower body, it just seemed better if he saw the front rather than the back. Thankfully, with the hot water this time, I wasn't getting hard. 

“You lack aggression,” he says, his blue eyes like lasers on my skin. “That's why he picked on you the first time.” 

“Well, he won't now.” I finish rinsing myself off and step out of the water. 

“That's what you think. Connor is a shark. He can smell weakness and he knows how to exploit it. That's why he's my quarterback. Did you jerk off this morning?” 

“Huh?” There must be water in my ears. 

“You're not erect this time.” His gaze moves to my crotch. “And you're not aggressive enough. Did you cum this morning?” 

“Uh…yeah, I did.” The blood starts to rush to my face again. 

“You're killing your fight like that. Especially first thing in the morning.” Coach Paul crosses his big arms. “How many times do you tug it a day?”

“Twice usually,” I say to the older man. All the attention on my crotch is starting to trigger a physical reaction again. 

“Twice? No sex?” he asks. 

“I have a girlfriend back home,” I respond. My body reacts outside of my control, and my cock gets a rise as he scans my body. 

“That's why you're weak, Reid. All your force is going into a sock under your bed.” Tissues, actually, but that's beside the point. “You need to stop doing that, or even this one day won't be easy.” He nods at my full boner. “It'll make you a better player.”

“You mean, no masturbation, just sex? That's a little complicated because my girlfriend…” 

“I mean your jizz stays in your balls,” Coach Paul cuts me off. “What happens when you don't do it twice a day?” 

“Uh… this?” I awkwardly point at my crotch. I'm such a heavy precummer that I can feel it rolling up my shaft before it exits. 

“You get horny. That's normal. And then?” 

“I guess, kind of fidgeting and irritated?” I say, accepting the fact the precum is going to drip down in front of my coach again. 

“Exactly. That's what you need. If you hadn't blown a load this morning, that ball would've connected with Connor’s face. Then, he would've left you alone. You just gave yourself a bigger target on your back.” 

Shit. If that's true, then I'm fucked. 

“No jerking it for a week. Let's see how that goes. But, good job today. You've got balls, even if they’re only half loaded.”