Everyone is over the age of 18
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I left Coach’s office feeling 1000 times better. Honestly, getting to cum even just a little bit put a skip to my feet. I still felt really energetic, like he had promised, and ready to finish some course readings before hitting the sack early.
I do trust Coach’s methods. Unorthodox, a word I recently learned in lecture, fits what I feel about his strategy, but I'm starting to buy into it. I don't feel like taking naps or eating snacks or any of the usual bullshit that used to tempt me before.
Now I have two modes: laser-focused, or ready to fuck.
The laser-focused period lasted until I was done with my coursework, and the other stage kicked in when I got into bed. It was my fault, because I opened Instagram and browsed a couple of profiles that got my blood flowing.
I'm going to fuck my girlfriend so hard when she comes to visit. I can already imagine her surprise at the rigid quality of my boner. Never have I had boners this stiff.
Oh my god… just the slightest touch while adjusting myself feels so damn good.
I'm not going to betray Coach’s trust in me like that though. Plus, he'll know if I ejaculated or not the next time he does a body check. I can't cheat him like that.
I fell asleep hard, and woke up hard. I think it's unlikely that I was hard the entire night, but I wouldn't be that surprised if it was the case. Hungry-to-fuck mode lasted all morning, and it finally went down when I got to morning practice. Nothing like the sweaty pungent smell of the locker room to kill a boner.
Connor always comes in with his right hand men. Kind of gay, to be honest, if we think about it. I bet they all plan to meet up outside his door before they walk to practice together.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
The blond idiot slams each empty locker shut as he walks towards me, and I don't give him the satisfaction of paying it any attention.
Clang!
Clang!
Thunk! He slaps my locker door, which vibrates against my arm as I shove things into my backpack.
CLANK! I slam my locker shut with force, losing control of my emotions and turning to face Connor.
I guess there are actually 3 modes to semen retention for me. The third one is simple and primal.
It's rage.
Connor snickers and gives me a side eye while he opens his locker. No words are said, but the vibe is obvious.
Whatcha gonna do about it?
He's huge. If he was a friend, I would be asking him for advice on how he gets that kind of mass on his arms and chest. His friends are big too, although Connor is truly the alpha physically in the room.
Control yourself, Reid. Beat him on the field, not here.
I reopen my locker, and look into the dark space. I'm done changing, but it gives me a chance to gather my thoughts before leaving.
“Forgot to put on your panties?” Connor calls out, and his numbskull gang chortle like a bad laugh track. “Coach likes the velvety red ones.”
“He wouldn't fit in something like that!”
“Sure he can, he's got an ass like a chick!”
“That's why Coach fucks him,” Connor adds. “Probably covers up his face with a paper bag though. “Ah rookie! Your ass is so tight!” He imitates Coach’s more deadpan delivery.
My face burns with humiliation, and I grip my backpack tightly with a fist.
I can't let this go.
If I do, they'll pick on me forever.
I can't take all of them though.
Go straight for Connor and sock him in the face.
“Maybe he has his head in the locker just like that! I could see him being a hot girl with a wig on his –”
The locker room fell extremely quiet suddenly. It was the sort of quiet that signaled another presence in the room.
“Practice starts at 7 am. It's 7:02,” Coach Paul says calmly.
The ensuing sounds of lockers opening and closing felt martial-like. The guys were quiet, efficient, and left the locker room at record speed.
“What happened?” Coach asks. He's standing behind me, and I release the grip I have on my backpack.
“Nothing.”
“They're teasing you for being my prodigy. This happens every time. It's human nature. They’re threatened.” Coach puts a hand on my shoulder, and it does comfort me. “You have to ignore it.”
“They know what we're doing,” I whisper.
“They know you're getting special treatment from me. Let them know. Are you ashamed to be trained by me?”
“No, Coach.”
“Good. I'm not ashamed either.”
His fingers hook around my shorts and I instinctively pull on my waistband. With no words exchanged, I relax and put my full trust into Coach Paul. My shorts get pulled down, and my ass exposed to the humid locker room air.
“Oh…” I gasp as a wet but hard object presses against my hole. It enters me slowly, enforced by Coach’s grip on my shoulder.
My cock rises at the familiar feeling of yesterday. The object expands my ring, inducing all the blood in my body to go to my shaft.
“Turn around.”
I turn to face Coach’s commanding eyes. He looks down at my crotch and caresses my cock lightly.
“Good. How does it feel?”
“Which… part?” I ask honestly. He smiles.
“It won't fall out. You'll practice as per usual. Don’t forget your cup today, and ush yourself 110 percent. This should give you a little boost.” He reaches into his pockets.
“Shit!” I jump as the vibration in me begins. Only because the locker room is empty, I can hear a faint buzz coming from inside me.
“You have 1 minute.” Coach taps me on the chest with a fist and leaves.
With the vibrating toy inside me, the laser-focus part of me couldn't rise to the top. The air outside smelled different with the different sensations that were occurring in secret with my body.
“Ball toss. Jackson and Bruce. Jordan and Dane…” Coach lists off pairs. “Connor and Reid.”
“Fuck my life,” Connor says with exasperation. “Get a ball, rookie.”
I was too much in a daze to fight back. My legs trembled as I walked towards the bag of balls, and bending down to pick one up was a whole new experience with my hole expanding. I thought the toy was gonna drop right out of me.
“Hurry up!” Connor shouts at me.
Once we got into position, Coach Paul blew his whistle and the warm up began. I dropped the ball more than a couple times, completely distracted by what's happening inside of me.
Thank god I'm wearing a cup. I think I'm leaking.
“Come on, man!” Connor yells across the field after the 5th drop. “Coach!”
Coach Paul walks past us without saying anything, but that was enough for me to lock it in.
It's just a ball toss. You can do this, Reid.
“Hurry up, fucker! Jesus Christ, do you want to suck my dick before you throw it?”
Well, now I know rage is still on the table with a vibrator inside me. The sudden flash of emotion takes control of my arm, and I whip the ball at him.
Oh shit.
The ball makes direct contact with Connor’s smug cheek, and he stumbles a couple steps backwards.
FWEEEEEEET!
Looks like rage is in his cards too.
“You fucker. You FUCKER!” The blond bulk charges at me, and my head hits the ground a millisecond after.
Fuck he's strong.
I block his punches which still really hurt on my forearms, and he powerfully pulls my arms apart by grabbing my wrists.
“You think just cause you're coach's special boy of the month that you can do whatever you want,” he snarls at me. My legs flail to kick at him and he sits on them, effectively crushing my ability to fight back. “You're dead, rookie.” He spat in my face.
FWEEEEEEEEET! The whistle sounds closer this time.
“Dead! Fuckin’ homo.” Another hot splatter lands on my cheek. His blue eyes are crackling with anger. His grip tightens on my wrist.
Oh shit…
Oh shit!
OH SHIT!
“Fucking bitch,” Connor hisses at me. His beet-red face and blond hair blurs for a second.
I can't hold it!
I grit my teeth as my body contracts in orgasmic waves.
“You're too weak,” Connor pushes down on me, thinking that my motions are signs of me fighting back. My cock spasms in my briefs, and I feel my jizz dripping back down me. “You'll never take my spot, no matter how many times Coach cums in you.” My ass tightens around the vibrating toy and it accelerates the orgasm.
FUCK!!!!
FWEEEEEEET! My nemesis’ face comes back to focus, hands pull on his shoulders and I breathe heavily as the heavy weight is lifted off me.
“Benches! Both of you!” Coach shouts, angrier than I've ever seen him. I struggle to sit back up, feeling winded and embarrassed. “Now!”