Coach's Retained Star E9 | Coach gets the quarterback and I to bare it all to each other

Everyone is over the age of 18

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“Bitch ass.” Connor gave me another shove as we walked over to the bleachers. 

I had to put on a tough face, but the truth is, my knees weren't cooperating with me. Being tackled by a guy as big as Connor is rough as it sounds, and I had a secondary problem. 

Secondary and tertiary problem… 

The ass thing Coach put inside me is slipping out, and it's making me walk like a duck. It's still buzzing too, which is just making its exit out of my hole smoother. I can’t risk just pushing it back in in front of all the guys. Not when they're all already staring at me for openly brawling it out with the quarterback. 

I can’t fucking believe I just jizzed in my pants. What kind of joke is this?

Cumming has always made my legs weak too. I remember one of the first times I did in the shower, my knees wobbled so much I thought I might fall. 

Taking that in consideration, Coach might actually have a point with the semen retention thing. Maybe it does make us weak.

Connor and I sat there on the bleachers, baking under the sun, as Coach finished his training session and sent the team off to the showers. 

He kind of just left us sitting there for a long time. So long, that the jizz in my underwear didn't feel so wet anymore. For all the times I've cursed having to wear a cup, this was one of the days I was grateful for it. Sitting gave me a chance to push the butt toy back in discreetly too, so those were my two pluses for my nightmare of a day. 

“Man, I'm leaving.” Connor shakes his sweat-drenched blond hair out. 

“He's going to come back,” I say. 

“Yeah, for his toy of the week,” he snarls. 

“You know what? Go. Get kicked off the team. I don't care.” 

That made Connor stay, and we just sat there again. Eventually, Coach did come back for us, and he motioned us sternly to hit the showers. We walked there together in tense silence, and Connor entered the locker room first. 

“Coach,” I whisper to him while the door is briefly closed in front of us, and he shakes his head at me. He walks ahead of me.

“Shower. Both of you. Now.” 

Connor kicks off his shoes roughly, and basically throws a tantrum as he tears off his clothes. Without looking back at us, he heads into the shower area. I take more time to organize my stuff, and make sure Connor isn't coming back to get something before I take off the lower half. 

“Turn around,” Coach Paul says as I lower my underwear. I tighten up as I feel the toy move inside me. “Breathe in.”

Is this going to hurt? 

“Breathe out.” At my exhale, he yanks the toy out of me, leaving me feeling stretched wide. “Wait. Show me your underwear.” 

“It was an accident, Coach,” I say with a pleading tone. “I didn't mean to, but when I tried to get out of his hold… it just…it just happened…”

He doesn't respond except by holding his palm out. I take my underwear off and put it in his hand. He unfolds it and inspects the inside, which I'm sure is caked with dried cum. 

“Dissapointing. We've lost a lot of ground.” 

“I'm sorry, Coach.” Shame burns my ears as I stand naked in front of my mentor. I watch him spit into my briefs, and rub it in with his finger. 

“It’s a little late now, but it's better than nothing.” Coach spits again and then hands my briefs back to me. The combination smell of his spit and my cum is not so unusual. However, it looks… not really like my cum anymore. “Eat. Do it now before it dries again.” I take in a big breath and dive into my sweaty briefs, sucking up what he rehydrated. 

It tasted a lot more like saliva than anything else. But as I kept going, a stale nutty taste rose to the forefront, and it became encouraging for me to dig my tongue into the musky underwear. My body relaxed, like it got a dose of what it was missing. 

“Go. Shower.” 

Connor was pretty much done by the time I got in there, but Coach stopped him from leaving to talk to both of us. 

“We're going to settle this. I'm not having this frat boy shit anymore on my team. Sauna at the rec centre. We're going to talk it out like men.” 

The whole walk there was awkward as fuck. No one wanted to talk to each other, so we just lumbered there silently. Coach had a chat with the front desk person, then he handed us white towels. We got changed and got into the sauna. 

Suffocatingly hot, is how I would describe it. I don't know why people like this. Especially right after a shower, it feels unnatural.

Coach sits on the wooden step, and Connor and I sit on both sides of him. 

“So let's get everything out and open in the air,” he says calmly, brushing his long hair back. His lightly hairy chest matches his arms. “You start, Connor.” 

“I ain't giving up quarterback,” the blond man says. He truly has an incredible physique, being wider and bigger than Coach even at 20 years old. “And no way in hell I'm not letting this skinny prick get it.” 

“That’s not your call. But I'm not going to take it away from you unless I need to,” Coach states. “You're just as insecure as ever. I told you you had to work on that. Shame you didn't stay with my program. You would've been over that a long time ago. Reid has made incredible progress in just the last two weeks.”  He touches my knee just under the towel. 

“Coach! He's a rookie!” 

“A rookie, yes. But a trainable one.” Coach Paul stands and pours water over the rocks, creating a crackling steam as background noise. Then, he walks back to the bench, and sits behind me, placing me in the way of Connor's death glare. 

“He'd get squashed on the first game. You’ve seen Colorado's line up this year?” 

“Maybe. Maybe not. He's put on mass since he started retaining.” Taps on my shoulders cue me to lift my arms, and Coach squeezes the muscle groups one at a time in parallel motion. 

“Bullshit. I don't hold my load and I'm twice as big as he is.” Connor stands up, and flexes his imposing stature. Coach's hands guide me to stand up, and I do feel small compared to my rival's broad shoulders. 

“You don't hold your load because you're weak. You're big, but you have no core to you.” Reaching around from behind, Coach’s hands pat my abs. “Reid is solid. Even here.” 

I can see the anger building inside Connor from the way his muscles tensed up. His shoulders rising to meet his ears give the illusion of him becoming bigger before our eyes. 

“And Reid is a better trainee, because he trusts me with his body.” His hands touch the knot I made with my towel and I freeze.

He's not going to…

“Isn’t that right, Reid?” 

“Yes, Coach,” I say, looking into Connor's eyes. The towel drops from my waist, and I stand there exposed to my coach and his other star athlete. 

“See? Strong. Proud.” 

“Ah!” I let out as the base of my erection is gripped. 

“I'm bigger than that even when soft!” Connor spits, and rips his towel off. He pulls out his hung soft cock, which is indeed sizable. 

“Big, with no substance.” Coach says, gently caressing my shaft. “No substance. No confidence. No power. Just trying to scare the opponents off with sheer will. But Connor, they can tell that you're weak.” 

“This is bullshit!” Connor tugs at his dick but it remains pitifully flaccid. All the while, he watches as Coach massages my inner thigh and back up my chest. Despite the load I accidentally let out earlier, I feel precum churning up my shaft again. “So you’re going to give him quarterback just like that?” 

“I didn't say that,” Coach says. “I said, if you give me a reason to replace you, I will.” 

“Fuck this shit!” Connor grabs his towel from the bench and hastily makes a knot. It comes undone almost immediately and he has to hold it with one hand while pointing at me accusingly. “You just wait, Rookie. One day, you won't be able to hold it anymore and he'll drop you for the next sucker.” 

Then, he turned around and left, sending a cold blast of air to my aroused private parts.

“He's weak-minded. Not like you.” Coach Paul moves so he's in front of me. He lowers his arm and collects my precum with the back of his hand, then holds it up to me. “Let's get your strength back. Then, we’ll keep training.” 

I lick his hand, tasting him again instead of myself. “It's going to be okay with him?” 

“I'll handle Connor. You just work on building your load back up.”