Everyone is over the age of 18
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Whether you want to call it a wet dream or a ruined orgasm, what happened was still a release.
It wasn't the most satisfying. Actually, I wouldn't categorize it as a satisfying nut at all. I knew if I jerked off right afterwards, I would be able to cum again right away.
But Coach said no.
In any case, the small amount of release was enough for the after-cum sensations to begin. You know, when all your muscles feel relaxed and that warm doughy feeling takes over? That feeling.
It was the best sleep I had since Coach Paul had me start semen retention.
“Reid.”
“Yeah, Coach?”
“You're going to be my star player. You have all the potential.”
I felt his fingers on my shoulders. His firm grip, confident and steady.
“You have to listen to me. I can make you a better player.”
“Yes, Coach.”
“Are you willing to do anything to be the quarterback?”
His words fan the spark inside my chest. The flame gets stoked into a growing passion, churning its way to my extremities.
“Yes, Coach!”
“Anything?”
“Yes, Coach!” The fiery feeling envelops me. Every single part of me. “Anything, Coach!”
“Reid.” His face brightens. “Reid.” The growing light makes it impossible to keep looking at him. I close my eyes, and listen to his voice. “Get up, Reid.”
My eyelids are suddenly a lot heavier. I push them open, and blink at the image of Coach Paul looking down at me. His long blond hair is already combed back like a lion’s mane, and his facial hair is neatly trimmed.
“Time to practice,” he says. “You're a deep sleeper.”
“Yeah.” I blink a couple more times to adjust to the lamp’s glow.
“Up. Now.”
What is that taste?
“And wash your face.”
Oh yeah… A nervous energy paralyzes me as I realize two things.
Number 1: I ate cum last night. My own cum. And then Coach’s cum. Some of it is dried on my lips.
Number 2: I ate it off my underwear. Which is nowhere on or near me.
“Reid! This isn't a vacation,” Coach Paul snaps at me with authority in his voice. I sit up briskly, and hesitate to take the blanket off me.
“Coach, have you… have you seen my underwear?”
“You can not, and I repeat can not, be ashamed of your body as an athlete.” Coach tugs on my blanket with a stern look. I let it slide from my grip and the soft silk travels along my skin until my entire body is revealed.
“It's cause it's morning,” I stammer, watching his eyes zero in on my boner.
“No, it's because you're retaining. And because you're young. Stand up.” Coach moves back to give me some space. I get out of bed and position myself in front of him, my morning wood aches without any physical attention. “Good. Good quality erection. No bloating in the stomach.”
He pats on my abs and my cock takes it as an invitation, engorging to maximum state and preparing precum for more.
“You are in your physical prime right now,” Coach says to me. His breath smells like mints. “Do not waste it being unsure of your body. Wash your face and meet me outside.”
“Got it, Coach.”
Instead of just washing my face, I hopped into the shower. I don't take very long in there as it is, and a cold rinse helped my body calm down a bit. By the time I got down to the hotel lobby, I was feeling pretty ready to practice.
It was a really easy morning. Nothing like the stuff that Coach has us do back home. It was mostly just tossing the ball back and forth. There's limited space around the hotel anyway to really do anything serious.
After an hour or so of that, Coach Paul drove us off the hotel premises. I suppose that nothing about this town was familiar to me so I just went along for the ride.
“Where are we, Coach?” I ask as we pull up to an office complex.
“The clinic,” he said simply. He led the way into the building by punching in a code, and then into another room that needed a key.
It was not a clinic per se, like one you would go to if you had a problem. There was no receptionist or other patients or even a doctor. Coach literally turned the lights on as we entered.
There were, however, all sorts of equipment in the room. I walked through curiously, looking at the various scales and one of those doctor-room beds.
“Get undressed. I'm going to take your stats.”
I knew better to hesitate. Even though I'm not 100 percent confident, I knew that Coach Paul would give me a scalding speech about how I need to be in my own skin. I started with the shirt and then took off my shorts. With him looking at me unwaveringly, I take off my briefs too.
“Step up on the scale.” Coach stands by it and waits for me to do as he says. “160 lbs. Good. Get off and face me.”
His breath still smells like mints.
He comes close enough that I can see the details in how his facial hair grows.
“Arms up.” Coach wraps measuring tape around me, tightening it around my chest. “Nice chest width. Flex.” He taps my pecs before I'm ready and has to do it again. “How are your nipples?”
“They're…” I stop as he places thumbs on them.
“Sensitive?”
“Not really,” I say.
“You're getting an erection,” he says back without looking down. “Does that happen a lot when you play with your nipples?”
“I don't usually do that.” I look down at my cock, which has gone from zero to ten in a matter of seconds.
“Spread your stance,” Coach commands and I do as he says. My heart drops into my stomach as he kneels down.
He's not going to… is he?
“Ah…” I verbalize at the touch of the measuring tape around my inner thigh.
“You need to work out your legs more. That's what is going to give you power. Understood?”
It was beginning to become harder to understand what he was saying. The tape measure is a hair away from my touching my balls, and my backed up pipes take over my concentration.
“I'm going to check your scrotum for lumps.”
“Mm,” I look straight forward.
“You can make sounds, Reid. Holding your voice back is another form of not being at peace with your body.”
His hand is warm. Inviting. The skin is rough, but his hold is gentle.
“I know 5 days is tough for a young athlete such as yourself.” His thumb roll on my swollen nuts. “Go ahead. Tell me how it feels.”
“I really need to bust a nut, Coach.” I look down at my cock flinging itself around for attention. Looking at his hand juggling my balls sends a rush to both my heads. Coach Paul stands back up and meets me eye to eye.
“You will not. Now tell me more. What does it feel like?”
“Like my balls are going,” I flinch as he works through the tensions in my nuts, “going to burst.”
“They shouldn't be. They were emptied a little last night.” Coach somehow manages to massage out the uncomfortableness in my balls and I slip in a feeling of pleasurable relief. “I know you couldn't help it. Were you dreaming of something?”
The dream seems distant now.
But he was there.
“Hm,” Coach seemingly confirms what he already knew. “Not everything is lost. You're still leaking a lot.” He lifts his hand and shows me my precum on his wrist.
It seemed like what I was supposed to do. It was what I wanted to do.
I'm not sure if the saltiness is from his skin or my precum. Whatever it was permeated my tastebuds the moment I sucked on his wrist.
“You feel that hunger inside you?”
“Ah!” I moan loudly as fingers wrap around my needy shaft.
Not enough movement!
Just enough to squeeze precum out of me. Coach smears it on the back of his wrist again and I lick it up immediately.
For how mild the taste is, the feeling of eating it is inexplicably addicting.
“That hunger is what is going to drive you to be the very best on my team. Do you have what it takes?”
“Yes, Coach.” I wait for him to collect more juice for me to eat.
“You're going to need to supplement. You've lost a lot of cum because of your bad habits,” Coach Paul states as he lowers his pants. With my eyes locked with his, the only thing I can see is his right shoulder moving in my peripheral vision.
A low grumbling sound comes from his chest as he masturbates.
“Hand,” he growls. “Here!” Coach grabs my wrist and places it directly in front of his thick cock head.
His dick tip pushes into my palm, and his grip on my wrist holds me in place.
Should I…grab it?
“This is going to be for you.” His voice trembles with his movements. “Eat it all. Like last night. Understood, Reid?”
“Yes, Coach.” His cock tip smears a wet substance onto my skin.
“It’s for you…” Coach’s blue eyes squint. “MM!” Hot liquid splashes into my palm. I use my other hand to form a cup, and feel the thick liquid seep into the cracks of my fingers.
“Now. Don't waste what I give you. Eat it!”
I hold my hands up to my face and the potent smell of his man essence stimulates my nose in just a perfect way.
It's so thick.
It smells just like life itself.
However timid my first taste was, I eventually gave into the crushing desire of devouring his fragrant jizz.
“You feel this?” Coach Paul grabs my boner, which feels 110 percent hard. “That's power. Tell me you feel it, Reid.”
“I feel it,” I say to him, my mouth full of the taste of him. I tilt my cupped hands, licking the lines in my palms for every mico-drop.
“Stand up straight.” He pushes on my chest to fix my posture. “Still a lot of work to do. You're going to need regular supplements.”
Coach pulls up his shorts and backs away. He hands my clothes, and I hold them in front of my crotch.
“I'll meet you in the car,” he says, already turning away. “Good job, Reid. You're doing the right things. We're going to do good things together.”
“Thank you, Coach,” I say, pulling my shirt on.
“And I'll let you cum, when you master your body. Just wait.”