Coach's Retained Star E7 | My football coach takes me into his office for a private training...
Everyone is over the age of 18
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All the feelings came after Connor left. I was just proud of myself for standing my ground and not running. However, once he left, the things he said started to really get to me.
This isn’t the first time Coach Paul has taken someone under his wing. Connor knows too much about it to not have been part of it himself.
Do his techniques even work?
Is he a fraud?
How many of us are there?
After I washed my foot a couple times, I headed straight back to the field to find Coach. He was still there, walking along the bleachers in deep thought.
“Coach.” I jog up to him.
“Not now, Reid.” He doesn't even look at me. Pulling a pen from behind his ear, the older man jots something down on his clipboard.
The signs were pretty clear that he wanted to be left alone. But curiosity raged on inside me, fanned by the questions that Connor left me.
“How long before I can cum?”
A short glance from Coach makes me withdraw, but then the courage comes back quickly.
I want my answers.
“Like Connor can,” I add, and Coach Paul lowers his clipboard. The stern look that follows says a lot.
“We’ll talk in my office,” he says coolly and I follow him. I actually didn't know he had an office on campus. They wouldn't give an office to a fraud, would they?
Coach Paul unlocks the door, and lets me in first. It's a modest looking room, not unlike the rooms of other profs that I've seen. The only difference is that instead of seating on the other side of his desk, it was a gym bench.
“So you've been talking to Connor.” He meticulously hangs up his lanyard. “What questions do you have?”
“He said that your methods don't work,” I say.
“That's not a question.” He sits down on his chair, and I remain standing.
“Did Connor have to do semen retention too?”
“He did. And he didn't last very long.”
“So it means I can still be quarterback if I don't do it?”
“It means that you're weak and easily replaceable because you can’t commit.” Coach crosses his big arms. “Like him.”
Okay? But no man can do it. So if I don't do it, and Connor doesn't do it… there's no other competition out there worth worrying about. Is there?
“That's all?”
“How many guys have you trained like this?”
“All of them,” he answers directly.
“You…you fed them your…” I stammer and shrink as Coach Paul gets up.
“All of them. I gave them all my own life force so they could be better. Including Connor.”
“Connor ate your cum?” I ask.
“He sat right there on that bench and suckled it from the source.” He points to the bench. “You should've seen him when he first got here. Weak. Slow. Undisciplined. Still is that last one.”
Coach Paul walks up to me and then circles me like a shark.
“Are you jealous, Reid?”
I didn't answer.
“You don't trust me because I've trained other athletes to be stars?”
His presence surrounds me as he makes deliberate steps around me.
“You want to quit already?”
“No,” I say quickly, spinning to look at him, then having to spin again as he walks back towards his desk. “That's not what I mean.”
“Experience, is a good thing. You want a coach with experience. I've been through this before, so I'm not mad at you. You're horny.”
Yes.
“Bursting at the seams with energy.”
Yes.
“Worried that you're not special.”
Coach Paul leans against his desk, and unfolds his arms to stabilize himself.
“Get undressed.”
Eager to prove my loyalty still, I strip down to nothing. I’m hard, but that’s nothing new these days. I’m always hard.
“Getting better at that. Sit.” Coach points at the bench. The covering is cold on my ass, and the bench is inclined so that I'm leaning back. “Hands behind.”
“Wait, Coach.” My breathing spikes as rough rope wraps around my wrist.
“You have to trust me in order for me to coach you. It's a must.” His voice breathes air into my ear.
“Yes, Coach.” I bite my lip as the rope tightens. No way to move. Coach Paul pushes the bench up, so that I'm sitting straighter, then he walks in front of me.
“Good. I can see you're keeping your promise of retention. I'm going to do a physical check now.” I swallow hard as his fingers cup my balls. “Remember, you can moan. You have to if you feel it.”
“Ahhh…” The sensitivity of not cumming for a week is pure insanity. “That feels…good.”
“Those feelings you have? The anger. The frustration. The jealousy. Those are all powerful emotions that have physical force behind them. Channel it into your game, and you will be unstoppable.”
“Ah!” I crunch forward, and is stopped short from my hands crashing into the back of the bench. Coach’s fingers wrap around my ridiculously hard shaft.
“I appreciate you not cheating. Many of my past prodigies have cracked by now,” Coach Paul says with extremely light strokes.
“Ah! Ah! Mmm…” I groan as his fingers briefly release my member. He stands besides me, and regrips my shaft. “Coach, when can I cum?”
“When you win your first game, you will be able to have a true orgasm. One where you’re deep inside that will satisfy your primal need to inseminate. That's what that energy is really for. Not being in a dirty sock under your bed.” He lets go of my cock and it rebounds to its rock hard position.
“I need to cum,” I look up at him. The urges are burning painfully, and it demands me to beg for release. “Coach, I really need it.”
“You have earned something. You could've jerked off after Connor told you that he does. But you didn't. I respect that.”
I whine again as Coach Paul stops touching me. He goes to his desk and pulls something from the drawer. I don’t know what it is. The next thing is a lot more recognizable.
A bottle of lube.
“Lift your legs.”
“I don't know about …”
“Do you trust me, Reid?”
“Yes, Coach.” I stare into his blue eyes and raise my legs.
“More. Good.” His chest pushes into my left knee. “Now breathe.”
“Coach…” I look into his face nervously. “I'm scared.”
“Trust, is the important thing between a coach and his trainee.” His hand pushes the object into my virgin hole. “Breathe. And moan if you need to.”
“Ah..ah…AHHHH! Oh fuck!”
“You're okay. Look at me, Reid. Right here. This is what's going to count on the field when it comes down to the wire.” The experience in his eyes comfort me as the toy presses into my ass.
“AhHHHHH!!” The wildest sensation occurs, vibrating from inside me. I feel it as far as my chest, and I slip in a state of unexplored physical feelings. “Coach, I might cum.”
“It's not strong enough to make you ejaculate.” I look directly at his crotch as his shorts come down. His thick dick, points at my face as he caresses my hair.
Is this what Connor did?
“Stop thinking about other people. They are not here. And they are not you nor me. Focus on yourself.”
His mushroom tip moves away from my nose, and I hold my breath as the bench is lowered down until it's completely horizontal.
BZzzzzzzzzZzzzzz
Coach is right. No matter how intense it feels, it's not going to be enough to make me cum.
Not with just the vibrator anyway. However, with his hands grazing my skin. Maybe.
“UhHhhHHHH…” I let out low moans I didn't know I was capable of.
“Good, Reid. You want to express yourself. Get inside your body. Know what every cell in your body is doing.” He picks my dick up and I shout loudly.
“MMMMMM!” I yell into his palm with no sense of holding back.
I want to cum! I want to cum! I want to cum!
“I can't give you a full orgasm, Reid. That would ruin all our training progress.” He puts my cock back down, and I whimper at the pulsating sensations in my ass. “But you can have something today to reward you for your hard work.” Coach climbs over my restricted body and his weight crushes the air out of me.
“MMM!” I moan into his palm. Coach Paul presses his cock onto my skin, and the tip of his mushroom head touches my right nipple. “MMMMm!”
It's wet!
It's wet!
It's wet!!!!
“You'll thank me later.” A strand of his long brushed back hair falls forward onto his face. He reaches back, and presses a button on the toy.
“AhhhHHHMMMMMMMMMm!” I'm muffled once again by his hand. The vibrations in my ass strengthen, and I can now feel it in my brain.
Fuck!
Fuck!
Fuck!
“You have my permission, Reid. Go ahead.” Coach circles my nipple with his cock.
It's wet!
Fuck!
It's wet!
Fuck!
The immense pressure reaches a breaking point, and I feel the cracks beginning to form.
“Go ahead, Reid.” He nods at me.
“MMM!” The slightest relief as liquid surges out of my untouched cock.
“Good job, Reid. Keep it coming!”
“MMM! MMM! MMM!” I'm sure my cum is hitting him directly in the back.
Glorious fucking relief! So good! So fucking good! I was so filled to the brim that I forgot about the toy in my ass, until an orgasmic wave made me squeeze down on it.
“Ah! AhHHHHH!” His weight holds me down, and the rope around my wrists chafes as my hands attempt to move.
“Now for your supplement,” Coach Paul grunts. He lifts off my chest and jerks off rapidly in front of my face. “Open. Open!”
I receive the first shot on my nose and we both move to coordinate the next deposit of pure energy.
“Ah…” I moan as I taste his sweet nectar. It really is nourishing and full of vitality. It's thick like honey, and heavy like syrup. It’s the perfect snack after finally getting to cum a little.
I look up at Coach, past his thick cock, and smile in gratitude. It's not a full release, but it's enough for now.
I feel so much better.
“Don't be jealous of Connor. You're my only project right now,” he squeezes more cum out of his cock for me.
“I trust you, Coach.” I stick my tongue out to receive his gift.