Coach's Retained Star E4 | My football coach catches me having a wet dream...

Everyone is over the age of 18

--------------------------------------------------

Who knows why we were even at this game. And who knows why Coach brought me there.

The other guys are curious for sure. I've gotten a couple texts asking where I was and if I've gotten a special scholarship or something. 

I would be losing my mind over it too, if it wasn't for this damn semen-retention thing that Coach has me on. It's the 3rd day and it's getting ridiculous. 

I can’t focus on anything anymore. The cheerleaders bouncing up and down aren’t helping at all, and I found myself watching them more than the game play. I'd love to blast this big load over their tits. 

“Get us some hotdogs.” Coach Paul hands me some cash. “Walking will get your blood somewhere else.” 

“In a minute,” I sigh, looking away from the cheerleaders so my boner would go away. 

“The line is short now.” 

“I said I'll go in a minute, man!” I say curtly. I get up anyway, and wince at the ache between my legs. 

“Hey.” He rises up with me, and I feel small in comparison to his mature build. “You don't talk to me like that.” 

I bite my tongue, and look towards the field as he puts his hand on my shoulder. 

“I'm training you to be tough, not rude. Rude, doesn't win cups. Rude, doesn't win you those girls you’re staring at.” 

“Sit down, assholes!” A man in a cap shouts at us. Coach ignores him, and he motions for us both to go to the food lineup. 

“Let it out,” he says. 

“I can’t just hold it forever, Coach,” I say. “I need to…” I pound my fist against my hand. 

“You're hard all the time? Can’t think about anything about sex?”

“Yes!” I say with exasperation. “You’re a dude! You…” 

“That’s you being weak. Stand up straight.” He pats my back and I fix my posture. 

“You can’t expect me to just not…not…” My face turns red from frustration. I don't want to say it with so many people around. 

“You said you have a girlfriend, right?” Coach says, smoothly switching to another gear as he hands the vendor the money. “Over here.” He leads us to lean against a wall, where we are a little away from the crowd. “Imagine channeling all this energy you have right now into destroying the other team.” 

“Yeah?” 

“That hunger you have to sleep with your girlfriend? Your opponents are the only people in the way.” 

I know we're on the same team, but I think of Connor standing in my way. 

“You get through them, and then she's all yours. There it is. Notice that feeling in your body?”

“Yeah.” 

“Your heart is pounding. Your palms are sweaty. You're hyper focused. You're ready to conquer. To win.” 

His words make me breathe funny, and I imagine the rage I have formed into one goal. 

Destroy. 

“You won't have to hold it forever. That's cruel. But, you're not going to sleep with a cheerleader here either.” 

“Of course not. I have a girlfriend,” I say. 

“Then let's finish watching the game and maybe this time you'll look at the field and learn something.” Coach Paul hands me a hotdog and I take it from him. 

After the game, Coach made me go running again. It honestly was a great idea, because at least I could run until I no longer have the energy to be horny. Or at least, in theory. 

I wondered if I was going to “catch” him rubbing one out again. I think “catch” is probably the wrong word, because he didn't seem to be hiding it at all last night. 

Fuck! The blood starts to enter my cock for the hundredth time today. The memory of his strong body, matted down with moderate blond fur, moving with masculine grace as he pleasures himself. I want to look like that when I'm retired from the field. 

I shut the treadmill off and head back upstairs. I wasn’t done, but I really needed an excuse to find a private place to tuck my boner in the waistband of my shorts. Whoever is watching the elevator camera got a peep show, that's for sure. 

Coach wasn't in the bathroom when I got in. He was in bed, reading something. I took my shower, and he turned the lights off as I crawled into my bed. I wasn’t ready to sleep, but I knew he would say something if I turned my lamp on. So I closed my eyes, and I tried to turn my brain off. 

I need to fuck. 

If I won a game, I'd take my girlfriend in my arms and kiss her right on the field. I'd carry her straight to my room and lay her down. 

She’d take my pants down and remove my cup. My hard cock would spring up in her face and she'd look up at me in surprise.

Fuck yeah… suck that cock, babe. Oh fuck, I have such a big load for you. 

Oh my god… you're so good at that babe. Let me fuck you… 

You're beautiful… yeah kiss me… I have to fuck you. I have to… I need you… oh fuck…you're so tight, babe. 

“Reid! Oh my god!” 

I know, babe… oh fuck…

“I brought friends…” 

Oh… wow… The cheerleaders sit on both sides of us, touching me and her, caressing our bare skin. Babe… 

“I want you to have fun. Touch them” 

Oh fuck…oh my god!

Then, a heavier presence came behind me, blistering away the playful touch of the cheerleaders.

“What are you doing, Reid?” 

Coach… I have to cum… 

“I didn't say you can, Reid.” 

I can’t hold it anymore. I need to bust. It driving me crazy, Coach, you have to believe me.

“You cum, when I tell you you can.” 

He grips my shoulder and pull me out from my girlfriend and the touch of the cheerleaders. 

No! I was so close! 

“You cum, when I say…”

Coach! 

“This, is hard, but it's a sign of softness.” His fingers grip my shaft tightly. 

I'm gonna cum! I can't hold it! Coach! I can’t hold it!

“You have to be tougher. Stronger. Better. If I'm going to train you, you're going to obey my instructions.” His light strokes are torturously amazing.

“I can’t hold it! I can’t hold it! Please! I can’t hold it! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum! Coach! Coach! Please! Please!” 

“I will make you into a strong man, Reid. One that's worthy of being on my team.” 

“I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I shout as loud as I can but it feels like a whisper coming out. 

I'M CUMMING!!! 

An inconceivable amount of pressure mounts in my groin, and my eyes fly open at the peak of it. 

“Oh fuck!” I moan as the dam breaks and a surge of cum expels into the underwear I'm sleeping in. 

Click! The ceiling comes into definition with the lamp turning on. 

“NO TOUCHING!” Coach Paul bellows, and the resonance of his voice surprises me. He's not even this loud in practice. 

Suddenly, his face is in my line of vision, blond hair falling in his face. He rips the blanket off me. 

“Ah!” I whimper as another strong orgasmic wave causes me to crunch up.

“Hey!” Coach sits down on the bed, and pushes on my chest. “Breathe!” 

“I'm … I'm …” I tremble as the contractions weaken, but continue. Cum flows painfully up my shaft, unable to exit properly without help. 

“I know what you're doing. You need to listen to me.” Coach scans my face. “Breathe.” 

“Coach, it’s already happening,” I say desperately. I ball my fists up as I respect his order to not touch. The orgasm drags on, depleted of its power from the lack of stimulation, but still more than I've had in 3 days. 

“You need to stop it. Take the control back from your body.” 

I take a deep breath and clench down, trying to subdue the rhythmic pulsation. It works for a second and then it overpowers me. 

“I can’t… Coach, I can’t.” I feel the whole front of my underwear get soaked, and the feeling of the warm goo coating my balls. 

Please let me cum properly. 

“You can. Because I’m telling you that you can. Do it. Focus.” He grabs my chin. “Look at me, Reid.” 

His blue eyes, despite his tired face, have a laser focus to them. 

“Breathe.” 

What was he like when he played? 

“Good. Again.” 

I lean back on the bed and his pressure on my chest lightens up. 

“Good. Again.” My chest rises with his hand on it, and they both sink down together. “Again.” My heartbeat slows down to sync with my breath. “There it is. Welcome back.” 

“I'm sorry, Coach.” 

I fucked up. 

“You lost control. That's expected. It happened to me too the first time I needed to retain.” 

I felt it. I felt weaker. More vulnerable. Depleted. That's what Coach was trying to show me. 

“You're fine. You did good. Take these off.” I pull down my soiled briefs a little, and he helps me take them off while I stay laying down. 

The smell of my jizz is incredibly potent. I don't know if it always smells like that or if it's the three day load special. 

“Eat it.”

His ocean eyes command me to sit up, and take my underwear from him. I fucking destroyed the underwear. I don't know if I've ever cummed that much. 

“You need the energy.” Coach Paul nods at me. “Go ahead, Reid. Listen to me.” 

I don't usually eat my cum. I don't even look at it most of the time. 

It tastes…kind of good. 

“Good boy.” I shiver as his thumb touches the side of my neck. “You're still hard, so that's a good sign you didn't eject everything out. I know you think it tastes good. You don't have to hide it, Reid. I told you that you can’t be shy of your body. It will betray you if you hide it.” 

“Mmm,” I whimper as I suck up the abundant amount of jizz from my sweaty underwear. 

“That's it.” His thumb ends at my ear lobe. “Give it to me.” I let go of the fabric and watched him kneel on the bed. It's silly, but I didn't notice that he's shirtless until this point. “You need more.” 

Man, he's in good shape. I look down his visible abs and go down to…

“I'm going to give you some more.” 

“Coach… holy shit…” 

His cock has veins covering like cracks in a wall. The close up view of his skin moving sends a shock to my system. 

“Reid,” he says in a breathy growl, and my eyes go back up to his face. He reminds me of a lion at the end of a hunt, chest rising and falling while his fierce eyes pin me down. “I’m going to make you a fucking beast on the field.” 

“Yes, Coach,” I say. He snarls at me and then looks down. I look down too, and watch thick white goo ooze out of his cock and into my black briefs. Coach wipes up his tip with the fabric and hands it to me. 

His cum smells different than mine. 

“Oh, Coach…” 

It tastes different than mine.

Oh my god.

It's so much…so much… better.

It feels nourishing. My body recognizes the essential energy in it and I devour his essence, grabbing the underwear with both hands. 

More. 

I lick hard into the fabric, and come up just short of being satiated. I look up at him, with expectations of some sort of response. 

There. On his cock tip. 

Coach follows my eyes down to his cock, and he looks at me with a raised eyebrow. 

“You've got potential, Reid,” He wipes the last drop of cum left off with his thumb. He holds it out halfway. 

I lean forward the other half and suck it off his thumb. 

“Now what are we going to do with this potential?”