Coach's Retained Star E14 | My teammate and I can't stop touching each other

Everyone is over the age of 18

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“Easy there.” Coach pushes onto Connor’s big chest. Beneath me, I feel a steel-stiff rod move from inside me, guided by our mentor. 

“Coach, fuck,” Connor grunts. With a pop, his cock emerges completely from my hole, leaving it feeling widened. 

“Shower.” 

I unstraddled Connor and the bench, and made my way towards the back of the gym. A stroke of curiosity hit me, and I looked back. 

Fuck, that was inside me. His dick is colossal, like an angry volcano at its point of eruption. It stands perpendicular to his body, the tip redder than his face. 

“Go shower, Reid,” Coach says, picking up his clipboard to note something.

Mine looks similar, albeit not as veiny. The rubbing against the jock made me leak endlessly, but the main itch is somewhere else. Somewhere I’ve never felt an itch before.

Connor joined me in the showers a minute later, and we stood under the spouts silently letting the water rain over our heads for a while before we started moving. 

Ow. The trickle of water goes down my crack and I wince at the sting. 

“Sorry,” Connor mutters, blowing water from his lips. He hasn't softened a bit, and most of his “washing” is just him rubbing his 9 inch uncut cock with a lot of soap. “I know it can do some damage.” 

“It's… fine.” I wince again as I lather up my hole, which feels rather gaping. The sting does soften as I move the bubbles around. It feels a little swollen, but there's no giant injury or anything. 

“My balls are fucking killing me.” It was his turn to wince when he picked up his low hanging sack. “Ah fuck, how are yours?” 

Now that he mentions it, they are a bit sore. They have been that way since I've been retaining for Coach’s program, and a part of me has blocked out that dull ache. That's exactly what Coach keeps saying: training is really about mastering the sensations in your body.

“You're lucky you were on the receiving end. My balls are so backed up, I can feel the pain all the way in my stomach.” 

“Oh yeah, it kinda feels hard to walk, right?” 

“Yeah, fuck,” Connor agrees. He shuts off the water and turns to me, pointing his hard cock right at my stomach. “You done?” 

“Yeah.” I rinse my hands off. It's a lot less embarrassing to be hard in public when your teammate is too. We walk to the changing area and Connor groans as he sits down. With his legs wide spread, he cups his swollen balls.

I felt it too as I sat down. It was double folded. My balls felt achy, but my hole felt too loose to spread my legs comfortably. 

“I have a trick,” Connor says while juggling his nuts. “A massage helps get the blood out of them.” Sweat beads at his temple as he fights against the pain. 

“I think Coach did that to me once.” 

Fuck. Ow. My balls feel more tender once I have them in my hand. 

What did Coach do? I try to remember the way he massaged them that made them feel better. 

“You have to really go for it,” he grunts through the discomfort. His big nuts push against their sack, revealing prominent blue and red veins. “Ah…” Connor sighs in relief. “No, not like that, man.” He reaches over and I block my crotch. “Dude, let's be so fucking for real right now.” 

I unblock my hand, and his warm palm cups my sore balls. 

“Careful.” I tense up as his fingers close around them. “Hey! Ah! Ah!” 

“I got you, man.” 

Is he going to hurt me? I look at his teammate’s face, who was making my life miserable as my rival just a few days ago. 

“It has to hurt a little.” His thumb pushes and separates my balls. 

“Ah!” I grip onto his forearm. He’s fucking huge. It doesn't feel like I have a good hold on him. 

“I got you… just …” 

“Fuck! Fuck!” Now I know why Connor was sweating. I squirm with my balls in his hands, squeezing onto his massive forearm.

Then, almost magically, a rush of relief flows through my sensitive nutsack. I exhale deeply, and feel my nuts descend into his fingers. 

“Better?” 

“Yeah.” 

“I think you had some precum stuck,” Connor says. I look down at clear liquid streaming from the slit down to his fingers. “That's a lot. Chicks must love that.” 

“Yeah.” He actually has really beautiful eyes when they don't have anger in them. With his thumb, he spreads the precum along my shaft.

“You've got a nice cock, man. Not big, not small.” His hand wraps around my shaft and I lean into his initiative. 

“Yours is better.” I look at the massive tool between his legs. 

“Yeah, it's big. Maybe too big.” Connor turns his legs towards me and our knees touch. 

He's stroking me. It feels almost innocent with the way he moves in miniscule movements. To the eye, it might not even look like he's jerking me off.

But he is. 

“How long has Coach have you holding it now?”

“More than a week. I don't know what counts. I've leaked a couple of times.” My breathing becomes more shallow and his stroking becomes less shy. 

I want to touch his. 

“Yeah, I know what you mean. I almost had a wet dream this morning. Was dreaming about nailing my girl hard.” 

His dick jumped when he said that. 

I turn my body slightly, push my knee against his, and touch his veiny shaft.

There's no way I had all of this inside my asshole. 

“Tighter,” Connor whispers, looking only at my cock. “Tighter than that, man. Oh fuck.” 

I thought he was fully hard before, but I could feel the difference in firmness in my hand once I gripped him correctly.

“What position were you in? In your dream” I put my other hand on his shaft. Neither of my hands can close all the way around his pole. 

“Doggy. My favourite. Yours?” His arm rubs against mine.

“Same.”

Our breathing complimented each other. When he exhaled, I inhaled. When I inhaled, he exhaled. It created a breathy soundtrack in the silent change room, and the rhythm was getting progressively faster. 

“Oh god, I need to fucking bust. Stroke me faster,” Connor says. I do it without thinking, and his body language snaps into place. 

His dick swelled.

His abdomen tightened.

His hips thrusted upwards. 

“I won't tell if you won't.” His hand powerjacks my cock, causing my brain to melt into the undeniable need to ejaculate. 

It’s been so fucking long since a real orgasm.

“He’ll know.” 

“We need to cum, man.”

We need to cum. 

“I won't tell.” 

“He’ll know,” I say between haggard breaths. His unrelenting fist pushes me to my limits of what I can bear. 

“Your ass is so fucking tight, rookie. Tighten your fist. Oh yeah, you’re tight like that. Did you like getting fucked?” 

“Yeah,” I admit. 

His lips crashed into me with a hunger that only being edged can create. He chews on my lips, messingly jerking me off. 

“Faster. Come on, rookie. Yeah…dude….yeah…” He bites so hard onto my bottom lip that I taste blood, and I release his throbbing cock. 

“No!” 

Clang! My back hits the locker.

Clang! My teammate manhandles me, rotating my body quickly, and my forehead hits the cold metal of the locker. 

“You wanna get fucked, rookie? I'm going to breed you into tomorrow.” Powerful hands spread my cheeks, creating delicious pain from my already used hole. 

“Oh god… fuck…” I whisper as I wait for the rough entry. 

“I'm going to fuck you so hard. You’re going to be leaking me for days. I'm going to fuck …you…” His voice falters, sounding less and less convinced as he continues. Then, he lets go of my ass. “Fuck. This is so fucking gay.” 

I turn around and Connor nearly trips over backing up. 

“This is fucking bullshit,” he mutters as he pulls shorts out of his bag. I think he put them on backwards.

“Hey, man.” I sit back on the bench, and cover up my crotch.

“No, shut up. We're just teammates alright? That's all.” His voice booms in the room. “That's all.” 

Then, he left.