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We are back with Coach's Retained Star! We last left our athletes at an interesting spot. Here's a quick recap if you've forgotten:
Reid lands on a new campus after being recruited by Coach Paul. It's clear from the get-go that Coach has some favouritism for him on the team despite some strong opposition from the current quarterback Connor.
Reid is a go-getter and is willing to listen to Coach's advice so long as he becomes the best footplayer he can be. Coach's advice? Stop cumming. He said it'll make a man's body stronger. On semen retention, Reid goes through changes that he didn't expect. Besides the constant leaking boners, he also finds himself developing a liking for eating Coach's cum for extra energy and some prostate play.
When the quarterback Connor gets jealous of all the attention that Reid is getting, they break out into a fight on the field. Coach stops them, and puts them both back in their place. After all, Connor went through Coach's program before Reid did. As rough around the edges as he is, he's still Coach's prodigy.
The new training program is adapted for both of them. Connor gets to fuck to work his aggression, and Reid gets prostate stimulation to build endurance. Neither of them get to cum. Not until they bring home the football championship.
Maybe that recap was not so quick! Enjoy!
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Not cumming has me waking up early every day. Since starting semen retention, I always open my eyes 10 minutes before my alarm, with a raging hard-on.
I got fucked in the ass yesterday.
I'm a side sleeper, and I've long discovered that this position is best with a pillow between my knees. With my ridiculous boner pressed up against it, all I have to do is move my hips slightly for some relief.
Connor fucked me in the ass.
“175 Alesso Street.” That's the address that Coach had texted me in the middle of the night. “8 am sharp,” was the other message. It was 6 now, so I had some time to spare.
How did I even take all that dick in my ass? I grinded slowly against the pillow, careful not to get too excited. Coach Paul would be so unhappy if I accidentally came now. It felt so good though, and it reminded me of when I first discovered masturbation.
It was Coach’s will for me to get fucked by Connor, so I have to trust it. It's his training program. He knows best.
I got to the address right at 8, and bumped into Connor as I pulled open the door. Unusually silent, he waved me into the place first and then followed me in.
It's a sort of gym, but not a very big one. I think you can pretty much see the whole thing from the entrance. The equipment looks nice though, and it doesn't smell like old sweat.
“Coach?” Connor calls out. “Damn, this is the nice stuff.” He pats the lat pulldown machine's frame. We wander throughout the small private gym, which has mirrors on all the walls.
On the bench press set up, there were two bags and a written note.
“Change into these. I'll be there soon.” Coach Paul’s handwriting is thin, slanted but neat.
Connor and I shared a look, and then we opened the bags together.
Oh fuck, is that… I look over to my blond teammate unfurling the pair of jockstraps. His are red, and mine are a sort of dark blue. He sets it off to the side, and pulls out a grey tank top.
“Are you going to…?” I ask as Connor pulls off his t-shirt.
“We do what Coach says,” he replies as he pulls down his pants and boxers. His soft cock hangs well below his balls. I look away as he bends down to put on his jockstrap, although I watch from the mirror in front of us.
Ok. While Connor puts on the tank top, I quickly remove my bottom half and put on the blue jock. I've worn one before, of course, but not without anything else underneath. My ass is just hanging out there, and I become acutely aware that the man who fucked it is right beside me.
“Fuck,” he turns around and checks out his bare ass in the mirror. Like the rest of him, his cheeks are thick with a meaty weight to them. “I'm going to rip out of these if we're working out.”
“Is that what we're supposed to do here?”
“It's a gym, rookie. What else are we supposed to do?” Connor picks up a pair of dumbbells from the shelf and tests them out. The 30’s look easy for him to curl.
Damn, he's strong. I pick up the 25’s and match his rhythm. With each set, his arms become more defined looking, showcasing his biceps. I feel like a twig next to him.
God knows he is a little narcissistic. I knew that from the first day of practice. He's the type of guy to stare right at himself as he lifts, which is fine with me because that meant he wasn't looking at me.
I step back a little to give him space, and catch a glimpse of his muscular ass clenching.
Fuck. His shoulder muscles are visible through the thin strap of the tank top too. With the mirror, I can see both the front and back of him working. The man is in great physical condition.
“Good morning, Vipers.” Coach comes out from a back door with a clipboard. I avert my gaze from Connor’s ass to greet him, but Coach had already caught me. His blue eyes go down to the front of my jock, which is considerably tighter than before. “All warmed up?”
“Yeah.” My teammate put down the weights with a clunk. I don't think he's hard at all. I think he just has a big cock.
“We're training the chest today,” Coach Paul says as he picks up the weight plates for the bench press bar. “Connor first.”
“I can do more than that,” Connor says as he helps Coach load more onto the bar. Then, he lays down on the bench and gets in position.
“Reid. Here.” I kneel down where Coach instructs me to be. “Your chest is one of your weaker parts. Connor has the strongest chest on the team.” He grabs his prodigy’s left pec and squeezes. “Feel.”
Connor looks straight up at the ceiling as I approach with my hand.
“Go ahead.”
His pec is hefty, as I expected. It's not as hard as I thought it would be when I squeeze.
“Quite a difference in mass here.” Coach gropes my chest. His thumb twiddles my nipple through the tank top.
My dick responds immediately, straining against my jocks.
“Keep your hand there. Watch how he contracts his chest muscles.”
With a grunt and a flex in the jaw, Connor lifts the bar off its handle. Descending it with control, the cool metal touches the back of my hand before rising. His pec tightens progressively until it becomes solid rock. Then, it softens again as he does another rep. The mound on his chest goes through the same process for an impressive 8 reps with such a heavy weight.
Clang! Connor places the bar back. His face red, his pec relaxes completely. While in resting position, I feel his muscle swell up to accommodate the flow of blood.
“You feel that, Reid?” Coach asks me.
“Yes, Coach.” I take my hand off.
Coach places his hand on my chest. “Flex. No, that's not it. You're not understanding the muscle. Connor, show him.”
Even through his tank top, I could see Connor make his pecs dance. They moved up and down in unison, with a decisive bounce to the movement.
“Show him,” Coach Paul says again. Connor sits up and takes off his tank top. His pecs definitely have a pump to them, looking juicy enough to jump off his chest. “Lay down. Reid, get on top.”
“What?”
“Like this.” Our mentor puts down the clipboard and straddles the young blond athlete. “Then put your hands here.” He put his palms on the bulging chest muscles. After a squeeze, Coach gets off on the other side.
I put my leg over the bench, and lower myself slowly. Connor, once again, avoids eye contact as I move. My bare ass touches the front of his red jock, and I instinctively hover there.
“Go ahead, Reid.” Coach Paul’s hand on my shoulder pushes me down, and I put my weight fully on my teammate’s crotch.
That's definitely his dick. The shape of it was undeniable in my crack.
“Hands.” Coach’s chest pushes against my back as his hands go down my arms. He places my hands right on Connor’s bare chest, and he orders Connor to bounce his pecs.
The twitching in my hands sends a jolt in my body. He has incredible control in isolating that part of his body. The movement entices me to feel the shape of the developed muscle, lifting the beefy tissue into my hands.
Wait…
Is he…?
That obvious shape in my crack feels even more obvious now. It pushes back against me, making its presence known.
Connor tenses his jaw, still staring at the ceiling fan as his dick engorges underneath me.
“No shame. Teammates are like blood.” Coach says, making Connor look at him. Then, the athlete’s eyes travel to me. “What you two shared yesterday was special. It's normal that you're both thinking about it.”
Connor and I stare at each other as the electricity courses between us. The sexual energy that Coach Paul has us retain bubbles to the surface, and I feel my former rival’s member grow hot underneath the jock’s thin fabric.
“Stand up for a second.” Coach cups my left cheek to support me. Connor’s thick thigh presses into mine as fabric moves. When I sit back down again, I feel the true temperature of his hard cock in my crack.
“Fuck.” The jock bites his bottom lip as he looks back to the ceiling. His dick throbs against me, and I look to Coach for guidance.
“What do we do now?”
Coach helps me take off my tank top, then he gropes my crotch.
“Ah!” I gasp as he adjusts my dick in a way that it can grow completely hard.
“You do what your bodies are telling you to do.”