Coach's Retained Star E10 | My football coach has a funny way of showing me his appreciation...

Everyone is over the age of 18

Continued directly from the last story…

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I picked up the towel after Connor left, because the way he busted through that door made me realize that anybody could come in and catch me naked. 

“What are you doing?” Coach Paul asks, sitting back down on the step. “No one else is coming in. I told the front desk this is a special training for the football team. The room is all ours for the hour.”

“Oh yeah?” I fumble with getting the towel to stay on my hips. 

“Chest is looking better. Stretch your arms up for me.” He puts his arms on the back of the step and simultaneously spreads his legs further. 

There was no way the towel was going to stay, and I think we both knew that. I lifted my arms above my head, and felt the hot air envelop my private parts. 

“You’re putting on muscle quickly. That's the advantage of being 20. A little bit of retention goes a long way. Lock your hands behind your back.” 

My pecs pop out when I do that, and I have to say that I do feel like I've gotten bigger rapidly since being under Coach’s program. 

“Turn.” He twiddles his fingers. “Stop.” I look at the pile of stones with the feeling of his eyes on my back. “How's the flexibility training going, Reid?” 

“I haven't done so much of that. I will though,” I say. My buttcheeks feel clenched from his attention, and I try to activately disengage the muscle. 

“Try to touch your toes. A good football player has to be flexible too.” 

I bend my upper body a little and immediately realize the effects that it has on my ass spreading. 

“Keep your knees straight,” Coach calls out. “Good. Lower. Push it.” 

For all the blood that was rushing to my head in this position, enough of it stays in my bottom half to give my cock another rise. The sweat that was in my crack is aired out, although it doesn't dry due to the humidity of the sauna. 

“Good. Remember, no shame in your body,” Coach says in contemplation. “Do you shave there?” 

“No, Coach.” Either my positioning or my embarrassment is making my face feel like it's boiling. 

“Show me. No, stay in that position. Use your hands.” 

Staying in the same bent over position, I spread my cheeks and now I feel the sweat evaporating off my crack. The tense moment of him inspecting a part of me that no one else has seen yet gives me chills. I know I'm not hairless down there but I don't know if it's too much. 

“Good. You take good care of yourself and it shows,” Coach Paul says. “Turn around.” 

I turn around to see Coach still in his eagle spread position. One of his arms spans almost the whole back of the bench. His other hand, is on his crotch on top of his towel. 

“How's your erection?” 

“It's okay.” I look down at my hard-on. It's a good 8/10, and I do admit that I miss the super hard feeling that I had before cumming. It feels weaker right now, and just standing there in front of him with a mediocre boner makes me feel less confident. 

“I’ve been retaining too. Not in the same way as you. I'm not on the field anymore.” Coach squeezes his package through the towel. “Every load I've had recently has been for you.” 

For me? Every single one? I think back to the loads that he's fed me. When was the last one? 

“Semen is a powerful source of energy, Reid. Even thinking about feeding upon it is giving you power.” He nods at my now fully extended cock. “One day, your body will reestablish what it was meant to do, once you get over the urge to empty it into a dirty tissue. Sit.” 

I take Coach Paul’s place, and he takes mine. With his towel securely on his waist, he flexes his arms for me. He has a true sleeper build. While he is not small by any means when he's relaxed, when he flexes, the defined muscle groups erupt out of his frame. 

That's years of training that can't be faked. 

Coach switches poses on me and I look at the lines on the side of his abs, etched into his skin like a river that has been there for thousands of years. 

“I like that you don't shave. It lets me see your true form,” he says, connecting with my soul with his crystal blue eyes. “I see you. And you see me.” He undoes his towel, and then puts his hands behind his head.

Holy fuck, he is a beast. His thighs flexed give a shape that only serious body builders have. They give a foundation to his core that he is able to suck in a brilliant way, highlighting every muscle along his torso. 

And his cock. 

His thick cock coming towards me at a 90 degree angle. 

“I was going to feed you your supplements after practice today,” he says. “You're going to need it more than ever now that you've lost control.” 

“I'm sorry about that, Coach,” I say, looking at his one-eyed beast. 

“No, I made a mistake. The vibrating butt plug was too much too soon.” He walks towards me and I back up against the wet wooden step as he straddles my body. “Are you turned on, Reid?”

“Yes, Coach.” 

“Thinking about your girlfriend?” 

No.

“Being aroused by another man’s form isn't unusual. Its admiration of actualized potential. You're exciting me too.” My hard cock twitches at his validation. “I know you need to jerk off, Reid.” 

“Yes, Coach.” I miss holding my hard dick in my hand and getting a meaningful release so fucking badly. 

“Not today.” He brushes his long hair back behind his ears and looks down at me. “But you will be able to practice the motion today. On me.” 

“Coach, I don't know how to…” 

“The same way you do yours, do it to me,” Coach reassures me. I timidly reach up and wrap my right hand’s fingers around his meaty shaft. 

It feels a lot thicker than mine. 

“Other hand on the balls. Good.”

It grows thicker in my hand. I salivate at the feeling of having his member in my grip. I can almost feel it on my own cock, although it throbs in the air without stimulation. 

Thinking about how I jerk, I start stroking him swiftly with a tight grip. 

“No, not like that. And not like that when you're allowed to cum. Respect your manhood, and respect mine.” I slow down. “Build it up so I can give you as much as possible.” 

“Like this, Coach?” I look up at my mentor as I tug at him gently. 

“Better.” 

Once I slowed down, I noticed the minuscule changes in his shaft. Some things I did made it get thicker, and other things I did made it feel softer. 

Pushing his balls upwards made him harder. 

Holding his cock too tight made him softer. 

Putting my thumb against the mushroom head made him precum. Rubbing the fluid along his tip made him solidify like a piece of metal. 

“I'm proud of the progress you've made, Reid,” Coach grunts, putting his palm on the top of my head. 

“Thank you, Coach, for everything you've done for me,” I say, looking at his usual calm face starting to unravel. His precum drips on my chest. 

“Don't waste my juices,” he says, and I scoop up his precum and use it to lubricate him. “Ah…” His cock gets so slick with his own fluids that I use both hands to slide up and down. 

It becomes clear to me how to push him along as our movements synchronize with each other. The more I play with the rhythm, the more he leaks, and the more possibilities that gives me to experiment with the hard tool in front of my face

I want to be his best athlete.

I want to take everything he gives me. 

I want to learn all that he can teach me. 

“You're doing good, Reid. I'm close to giving you your supplements. You can go faster now.” 

“Like this, Coach?” I look at him as I twist on his shaft, easily stimulating all his spots with both hands. His eyes flash a second of weakness before they focus on piercing into mine. 

“I'm going to give it to you. Keep going. Here it comes! Keep going! Here it comes!” Coach grunts and shuts his eyes in concentration. 

Fuck! 

He ropes on my nose, and I have to tilt my head back to get the next shot on my tongue. Then, his cock head leaks white fluid onto my neck. 

Fuck it. 

I open my mouth wide and move forward, taking in his whole girthy cock. 

“Oh!” It throbs against my tongue, and the sweet thick juice coats my throat. “Mm!” His hand grips my hair as I extract from him his life force. He throbs 3 more times before he guides me off his dick. 

1…

2…

3!

“Before it dries.” Coach brings the cum up from my neck and feeds it to me. 

I suck on his hand, receiving every drop that he gives me. We work as a team, funnelling all that landed outside of my mouth onto my tongue, and I lap it up willingly. 

“This too.”

“Coach!” I jolt in pleasure as his hand travels up my sensitive shaft. 

“Do not cum,” Coach warns me as he collects the precum on my dick tip. I sigh in relief as he lets go of my boner and suck up my juices from his fingers. “How do you feel?”

“Better.” I lick the back of his hand, searching for any invisible droplets. 

“Good work, Reid. We’re back on track now. Now, it's time to deal with Connor.” 

“I thought he left.” I lick Coach’s hand a final time. 

“That's not his style. He's out there waiting.”