Everyone is over the age of 18
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Holding my load was harder than I thought. Yeah, fucking literally.
You know what? At least it's an interesting thought experiment. How does anyone get to the masturbation routine they have now? Because every guy has a time when they didn't choke the chicken, probably a time that they did it too much, and then they settled into some sort of groove, right?
I don't know how I got into my groove. I remember at the height of it, I was cumming 4-5 times a day. I guess as football became more serious, I only had time to do it in the morning and at night. Morning wood gets taken care of, and then the nighttime one puts me to bed. I haven't talked to my friends about this, but I don't imagine it to be that outrageous of a number.
Coach Paul says it's fucking up my competitive edge. He is the best coach in the country, and he has his own legacy to back up what he's saying. If the man tells me to eat dirt for the minerals, I would do it. He said ‘don't jerk off’, and so its hands off for now.
Even the first day was tough. Firstly, pissing in the morning is a lot more difficult now. Let me tell you, I tried to think of anything I could come up with to get myself to soften up. I ended up having to just work the angle, but funny enough, it went down after I pissed.
What came as a surprise was how horny I was during lectures. Holy fuck are there some hot girls on this campus. With us still being in the tail end of summer, the amount of tight denim shorts and white tank tops is god damn mouthwatering.
I felt like an animal on the prowl, watching them talk while my boner came and went and came back again. Not cumming meant I was leaking precum more profusely, and at the end of the first day, I had stains on the inside of my underwear. From the second day onwards, I changed to wearing dark pants only in case it got too out of hand.
The way that some of the girls give me fuck-me eyes is incredible. We haven't played our first game yet, but I think the football team is still pretty well known on campus.
Coach said no jerking off, but he didn't say no sex. It’s not like I can just hold it forever.
I have a girlfriend back home. She's working on transferring to this college but there's this and that course to finish first. Being scouted by the team made all that background noise for me.
I smile at the girl looking at me and close up the laptop that I haven't typed anything into. Practice is right after this class, and Coach Paul has a zero tolerance policy for being late.
FWEEEEEEEEEEET!
“Oklahoma Drill!” Coach calls out. We get the pads into formation and pair up into blocker and tacklers.
“Come get a piece of this,” Connor says, whacking his padded chest. “Gonna break you fucking neck, rookie.”
It makes me feel like a pussy, but this is not one of the drills where I would want to mess with Connor. With his weight, he could really do some damage. He's still pissed at me from last time, so I'm not exactly stoked to give him his chance at revenge.
“Go ahead, Reid.” Coach Paul motions to me.
“Coach, he's too big!” I say in a hushed whisper so Connor doesn’t hear.
“And you'll meet opponents that are even bigger,” he replies sternly back. Once again, his steady blue eyes don't show a glint of negotiation. “Man up. You wave the red flag in front of the bull and it's going to charge at you. That’s life.”
Fuck my life. I make sure my helmet is on right as I turn to face Connor. True to his asshole nature, he taunts me by punching into his palm. I'm the one that has to charge at him, and I feel like that still gives me a little bit of hope. I've been watching him during practice and I'm definitely faster than he is.
FWEEEEEEEEEEEET!
Go!
I charge and anticipate his movements.
FWEEEEEEEEET! We crash into each other light as Coach Paul stomps towards us.
“What in the living hell is that, Reid? You trying to be out for the season already? We didn't pay your tuition for you to be in the hospital. You approach it like that and he, or anyone else, is going to snap your spine.” His chilling words cause fear to spike in my stomach.
I retake my position and try to get my nerves under control.
“Listen to your body. You're a fighter. This is what you're meant to do. You've been doing what I told you?”
I look at him through the grill of my helmet and nod at him.
“Then, listen to your body.”
FWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!
“ARRRRRRRRRRRRHHHH!” I shout as I take off with unbridled aggression, charging directly at Connor.
It's working. I take him by surprise with my approach and he stumbles in his strategy.
Fuck!
You!
Slamming into him was like slamming into a brick wall, and I think normally I would have given up. Something deep inside me needed this win, and I pulled the strength out.
“Fucker!” Connor tries to hold his stance, but his left leg isn't bent enough. I push the powerful athlete to the side and run past the post. “Fuck!” I turn back to see him take off his helmet and throw it to the ground. Further behind the quarterback, Coach Paul nods at me.
The rest of practice was exceptional. I felt light on my feet, and heavy with my shoulders when I needed to be. The other guys felt the confidence coming off me, and a lot of them even chickened out as I was charging at them, which made it all the easier.
“Damn, rookie,” one of my teammates says near the end. “What water have you been drinking?”
“Reid,” Coach calls for me and I salute my teammate before trotting to the sideline.
“Coach.” I beam at him.
“Keep your ego together,” he says calmly, then he looks behind me at his team heading to the showers. “But good job. Tomorrow, I'm going to scout a game. You're coming with me. We leave tonight.”
“Tonight?” I wipe my brow.
“That's what I said, Reid. Go shower. I'm not spending time in the car with you like this.”
It wasn’t very far out of town. I would say about 45 minutes? It felt longer because Coach didn't put on music in the car, nor did he want to talk to me. It was awkward, but I was also giddy inside that he chose me to go with him.
When we got to the hotel room with two beds, I immediately jumped onto one to test it out. Coach took his time to unpack his things and hang up his clothes, and then he sat on the edge of his bed.
“Go to the gym. Do 30 minutes on the treadmill.”
“I can’t,” I say, half of my face buried in the pillow. “I'm beat, Coach.”
“You have no endurance. That's why you need to go. 30 minutes.” He claps his hand loudly and I sit up automatically. “Go.”
I sigh, and pull my shorts out from my bag. Then, I headed down to the lobby to find the gym.
He said 30 minutes, but he didn't say I had to run the whole time. I set the pace on easy and walk. If I turn it up for the last 10 minutes, I'll be sweaty and he won't know the difference.
So that's what I did. I spent most of it texting my buddies while walking, and then I kicked it up for the last bit for the looks. As soon as the time hit 30 minutes, I turned it off and headed back upstairs.
Beep.
I open the door to a darkened room. Not completely dark, but the main lights near the bed are off.
“Coach?” I whisper. No response, so I tiptoe in. As I close the door, I realize the source of light is the bathroom. The door slightly ajar, it creates just enough light to let me see where I'm going. “Coach?”
“Mmm….mmm…”
I saw him in the reflection first. Specifically, a big muscular arm.
Oh he’s showering.
Oh… that's not…
His pecs look like rocks on his chest. They're in a shape that can only come from years and years of training. His left hand caresses them, leading my eyes downwards until…
Oh shit…
Fuck, he's got a thick dong.
“Mmm….” Coach Paul grunts as he strokes his uncut hairy cock. “I know what you're thinking.”
I look up at his reflection in the mirror and find his blue eyes staring back at me
“Oh … I wasn't… Do you want me to go? I'm going to go,” I stammer. My feet didn't move an inch. Coach taps his girthy dick on the bathroom counter.
“You're wondering why I get to do this when I told you not to. Listen, Reid. You're up and coming. I've earned my right to nut when I want and where I want,” Coach says. “You understand?”
“Yes, Coach.” I find it hard to maintain the intense eye contact and my eyes wander to his thick member again. He taps it on the counter again, and a string of precum connects the marble with his tip. Coach opens the door further, and I switch from looking at the reflection to looking at the real thing.
“I know you want to release.” Coach spits onto his hand. “This is a privilege you'll have to earn.” His hand churns his swollen meat. “You're sweaty again.”
“Yeah… treadmill…” My hand touches my aching cock in my shorts. When Coach Paul looks at my hand, I immediately remove it.
“Shower. Hygiene first.”
Like all the other guys, I'm used to executing his command right away. I enter the bathroom, and realize that it’s a small space with both of us in there.
“Uh…”
“I'm not in your way, Reid. Go do what you need to do,” Coach leans back on the counter, emphasizing his incredibly muscular thighs.
With my heart racing, I take off my shirt while he watches on. Then, with shaky hands, I take down my shorts and reveal my impossibly hard erection.
“How many days?”
“2, going on 3.” I give my wood a tug before Coach’s stern look makes me stop.
“You're a better player because of it. Trust me,” he says. Then, he turns towards the mirror and masturbates with his eyes closed. I walk behind his sculpted body, and pull apart the shower curtain.
“Mmm….mmmmm…mmm…” Coach’s heavy breathing accelerates and it stops me in my tracks.
He's about to cum.
Get in the shower, Reid.
But I can’t resist the curiosity. I turn around just in time to watch him climax.
“MM!” Coach Paul grunts aggressively, and his stroke becomes equally assertive.
Fuck! The first shot comes out like a shaken pop bottle and splatters the mirror in almost a straight line.
“Uhhh…” He pours his thick white juice into the sink and onto the counter with quick power pumps. His eyes open to look at himself, and I rush into the shower and close the curtain.
Holy shit. My twitching cock drools onto the shower floor.
“It's for the best, Reid,” Coach says as a sound of paper towel ripping echoes in the bathroom. “It's hard, but it's for your own good. You'll understand soon.”
“Yes, Coach.” I feel more precum churning up my shaft without touching it.