Everyone is over the age of 18
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The trip passed by just as quickly as it arrived. In a blink of an eye, I was back on the training field with the rest of the guys.
Coach Paul stood at the edge of the Quick Draw setup. We were in shotgun formation. The drill was simple but brutal: snap, quick drop, read, fire all under a three-count rush. Three receivers running simple slants and outs, a net of targets for precision, and two burly linemen simulating rush with pads raised like battering rams.
It’s one of the more important drills for being a quarterback. As Coach so nicely put it, “fuck it up, and get off the field.”
I was up last in the rotation. This is usually the kind of stuff that makes me shit my pants. Yeah, I'm good at football, but it's not easy getting physical with people who outsize you. However, a week of strict retention has me feeling different. The obvious bit are my heavy and aching balls, but it goes deeper than that. Every heartbeat sends a low throb through my core, and I don't see my bigger teammates in the same way. They're bigger than me, sure. That hasn’t changed.
But I'm ready to crush them.
I felt it in my hips, my shoulders, and my feet. It was a bomb inside me itching to explode.
Fweeeet! Coach’s whistle cut the air.
It wouldn’t be complete without Connor playing one of the rushers. The idiot has the biggest grin on his face, and attempts to psych me out every time I look at him.
I have to play it cool. I'm not going to give the himbo the satisfaction of looking scared. He is big though, and although I will never admit it to him, he could land me in the hospital if things went awry.
However, strength isn't everything in football. I zone in on the energy bubbling inside me and the play becomes crystal clear in my head. I brace myself for the worst, and put my trust into my best.
FWEEEEEEEEET!
The ball I whipped lands square in the receiver’s hand, with the impact making him take a step back.
Fuck yeah.
“Coach, why is the rookie doing quarterback drills anyway?” Connor stomps towards our leader.
The whistle blew again. Coach Paul nodded once, slowly and deliberately, with his arms crossed over his broad chest.
“Again,” Coach barks. “Reid stays in.”
“Coach!”
“Connor, you're here because of the size of your shoulders, not your ego. Cool it before I bench you,” Coach snaps at him.
Oh, that felt good. That felt really fucking good. I couldn't help but wink at the blond dumbass as I walked past him.
“What happened on the trip, dude? You're a beast!” My other teammates congratulated me after practice. I just shrugged and said Coach gave me some one-on-one training.
Which is true.
He also fed me his cum. That's what is making me stronger. That, and keeping my own cum in. His training program is working.
“Yo. Man-to-man. Now,” Connor barks at me. Although he was the loser of the day, the guys still respect him. They all left the locker room, leaving the quarterback and I alone in an eerie silence.
Here comes the shakedown.
“I'm not going to let you take quarterback away from me. I fucking earned it,” Connor says.
“Okay?” I take off my shirt.
Old Reid probably would've just changed and left.
Not nutting though stomped out the flames of fear and threw oil on the anger that was always inside me.
Why the fuck should I change my routine because pea for brains is throwing a tantrum? I take off the rest of my clothes and saunter towards the shower.
“YO, BITCH! You listening to me?”
“Kinda gay that you're following me into the showers,” I say without looking back.
“You think you're hot shit right now,” Connor says, his voice more echoey in the beginning and then coming into focus as he enters the showers too. “You think you’re Coach’s special prodigy?”
“Uh huh.” I turn on the water and the initial wave of cold wash over me.
“You're not the only one, fucker. He has you on that no cumming bullshit?”
That got me.
He knows.
That means Coach has done this with other guys before.
He's done it with Connor before.
“That's right, bitch.”
I turn to look at Connor, and am met with 6 feet of pure muscle mass. There has never been any doubt that Connor is the biggest of all the guys on the team. With shoulder pads on, he's a monster. Without them, he’s still wider than everyone else.
His shoulders are not the only big thing about him. His white cock hangs like a tool, the tip of it conducting the water of the shower downwards.
“He fucking you too? That's how you're getting the special treatment?”
“Shut up, man.” I turn my attention back to washing myself, although I feel my facade of confidence crumbling down in front of my nemesis.
“How long have you been holding your load in for him?” Connor pushes onwards. “A week? He's going to ask for more, you know. He touch your tiny dick yet?”
“Shut up!” I turn and shout at him.
I hate the fucking satisfaction in his eyes.
“Coach said I had the biggest dick he's ever seen.” The blond quarterback taunts me, swinging his huge meat around. It flicks water away from his body, merging into the stream of water on my skin.
Fuck him. Don't look at him. He's nothing.
“He's going to get sick of your puny cock soon. You're not even bigger than him. Are you getting off on this, Rookie? Little humiliation kink?” His laugh echoes amongst the pitter patter of the shower.
Anger and shame. That’s the feeling that starts in my stomach but powers my cock.
“His method is bullshit. Coach doesn't really think it makes you play better. It's just so that you'll take his dick in your ass.”
“You don't know anything!” I shut the shower off forcefully. “Get out of my face, Connor, alright?”
“I nut twice everyday. And I'm the quarterback, and it's going to stay that way.” Connor turns his shower off too, and the water drips down his insane shoulders.
“Yeah, we'll see about that,” I seethe.
“You don't have the balls to be QB,” he snickers. With his right hand, he strokes his monster cock, which grows considerably in front of my eyes. “Semen retention isn't going to change that.”
“We’ll see about that.”
You can not be ashamed of your body. Coach's words repeat in my head. I turn my body to face him square on, and feel my edged dick arch in response to the affirmation.
“You take my spot, and I will destroy you,” he says, stroking his cock quickly, while mine stands strong.
“We’ll see about that.” I repeat, holding my stance.
Neither of us were about to back down from this. It was obvious. Whoever left first would be the chicken who wasn't man enough.
“Yeah, sure. You'll see how it feels to have his cock up your hole. That's what it's leading to, you know. He'll use you and dump you. He respects the ones that don't give in.”
“So you've taken it up the ass then,” I retort.
Connor grunts aggressively, but he doesn't deny or confirm it.
Did he?
Is he right?
Is Coach trying to fuck me?
“You're all in your head,” he says. “That's the problem with Coach’s way. He wants you to just get used to having a stick up your ass, so you act that way too. That's not how winners play.” Connor smirks while he strokes his cock.
His pale skin turns pink, and then escalates to a bright tomato red.
“Clear balls… clear brain,” he huffs at me.
I can't leave now. I can't lose this battle. My erection almost hurts from the amount of blood in it.
I can’t touch it.
“Fucking… bitch!” Connor grunts, and warm liquid covers my right foot. “Hah…oh yeah…” A smile develops on his face. “Oh, that feels good, Reid. Don't you miss this?”
Yes.
But I look forward, engaging in only a stoic staring battle with him as more droplets of goo land on my toes.
“Why don't you eat it? That's probably your thing, isn't it?” Connor snickers, and then lifts his hand towards me. “No?” He licks his hand himself. “Only into older guys’ spunk then? Let me know when you become a full homo.” He makes a fake swipe at my boner, then turns and walks out of the shower, whistling happily.
I fucking hate that guy.