Coach's Retained Star E11 | My football coach lets the quarterback have his way with me...
Everyone is over the age of 18
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As a matter of fact, Connor was still in the changing room when Coach and I left the sauna.
We found him leaning back on the bench with both hands and a leg up like he owned the place. Still not having changed out of the white towel, the blond jock exudes confidence in his body.
If it wasn't for the glazed in-deep-thought look in his eyes, I wouldn't believe that the guy has a worry in his head.
“Coach.” Light comes back into his eyes as we get closer.
“We done with our temper tantrum?” Coach says, crossing his arms. Connor looks at me and I become hyper aware that I might have missed some spots on my neck from where Coach jizzed on me. I don't want him to see that.
No, I got it all. I made sure to eat it all.
“I need to talk to you. Alone.” Connor glares at me on the last word.
“Reid stays,” Coach replies in my place. “We have to talk it out like a team. Like men.”
“Mm,” Connor grumbles unhappily. “I'm the best quarterback you've ever had. And I've done nothing to deserve getting kicked off.”
“Nothing, except engaging in fist fights with my other players?”
“I didn't break his fucking skull or nothing.” The jerk shoots me another dirty look.
“Nothing, except ignoring my training advice?”
“I do everything you ask!” Connor puts his foot down on the tiled floor and leans forward. “Everything except that one thing.”
“Not everything. I told you you need to do shoulder exercises to strengthen your tackles.” Coach unfolds his arms and tightens the towel around his waist. “You haven't been doing those.”
“I have. Look.” Connor flexes for him, inflating his traps.
“Not the exercises I told you to do. It hurts, doesn't it? The right one. I told you you have to use both to reduce the impact on each one.”
“I'm fine.” The large man massages his right shoulder self-consciously.
“You think I don't notice these things, but I do. I see it all.” Coach Paul sits down on the bench and puts his hand on top of Connor’s. “You're still my player too. Right here. Your tackles have gotten weaker because you shy away from it.”
“Ah...” A first moment of fragility resonates on the jock’s face as Coach pushes down between his fingers. I could see the effort it takes for Connor to put his walls back up.
“I can help you, Connor. If you let me.”
Slowly, Connor drops his hand. Coach Paul stands up, and goes behind the jock. Straddling the bench too, he gives Connor's broad shoulders a massage, and the weakness returns to the bully’s usual strong face.
“Shit…” Connor groans. “Ah…”
“Mmm,” Coach tuts. “It's been a long time since you've been massaged.”
“Since… we stopped… the private… training…” he replies between groans.
“You've gotten bigger, but irresponsibly. It's not just size that counts. You need treatments to support it.”
“Ah!” Connor cries out in pain as Coach digs his thumbs in.
“10 seconds, like before.”
“Ah!” Connor grips the sides of the bench, increasing the definition to his big arms.
“You can do it. Endurance has always been your forte,” Coach says in his ear.
“FUCK!”
“4…3…2…1.” Connor’s imposing body collapses backwards into Coach’s chest. Coach caresses Connor’s large chest, and I watch him kiss his player’s temple.
What's happening? Fire builds in my stomach.
“That better?”
“Yeah,” Connor says, eyes closed.
“You are a great athlete, Connor. Naturally gifted.” Coach’s hands rub the stocky body in his arms. “Just like Reid.” We make eye contact just as he gets down to Connor’s towel. “I can train you both. I don't have to choose favourites.”
“Mm.” Connor opens his eyes and looks down at the hands undoing the only thing covering him up.
“Good man,” Coach whispers as he unfolds the towel, revealing the blond jock’s hardening cock.
“But Coach… I can't do retention. It's torture.” He cocks his head to look up. Coach forms a triangle with his hands around Connor’s junk and the big piece of meat hardens.
“Maybe I was a little tough on you before. Everyone has a different path.”
“Oh, Coach!” Connor opens his lips as Coach grips his enormous cock.
What the fuck! I ball my fists up as they share a kiss.
A kiss that has history behind it.
I'm not the first.
I won't be the last.
“Methods are to be adapted. My mistake was thinking that you could do complete retention. But you're a man that needs to fuck.”
Connor raises his hands, also in fists, as Coach jerks him off.
“I want to make you proud, Coach. I can be your best player,” the big man whimpers as his nipple gets played with.
The jealousy I'm feeling is red hot. If he gets to cum, then I should too! I'm not going to keep holding it in if it makes no difference to Coach.
“If you want to make me proud, we'll have to work out a training program that works for you.” Coach releases the jock’s cock and pushes it down. “This is still your power.” He makes it rebound back to its spot. “Understand?”
“Yes, Coach.”
“Reid. Towel off.”
Knowing that Coach would chastise me if I don't act fast, I take off my towel. He grabs onto my boner and pulls me in.
“Both of you are talented. Both of you have natural gifts. Both of you can be my prodigies.” Coach strokes us simultaneously. “But you have different strengths and different weaknesses.”
The jealousy ebbs away from me as my dick gets much needed attention. The sauna relaxed my muscles, and now the last aching part of me gets treated beautifully.
“One of you needs to fuck. The other needs stimulation. Both of you need to retain.”
His stroke on Connor is short and powerful, while he caresses me more gently, changing up the positioning every few passes.
“Stand up.” Coach pats Connor’s chest. He obliges and Coach gestures for me to kneel down. When I get close enough, his firm hand on my back puts me over his lap. “This is going to be a challenge, Reid. You have to trust me.”
Do I?
I'm not the only one.
“If you don't trust me, you can leave now. I won't hold it against you if you are not ready for the next level of your training.”
I’m not the only one…
But I do trust him.
I can do this.
“I trust you, Coach,” I say, my voice rumbling in my chest against his lap.
“Good answer.” He strokes the back of my neck. “Connor.”
Oh fuck. I feel my giant rival go behind me.
“This is not revenge. This is practice,” Coach instructs. “We all have to trust each other here.”
“Yes, Coach,” he replies dutifully. Coach’s body twists, pressing his abs against my side as he reaches over.
“Oh…” My heart pounds in anticipation as my cheeks are spread.
“Good, Reid. Put your trust in me. I won't let anything happen to you.” His hot spit drools into my crack and it mats down my ass hair. “Slowly.”
“Oh!” I cry out, hands flailing as Connor’s cock pushes into me.
“You have to express what you're feeling. Do it.” Coach covers my mouth with his palm.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!” I shout into his skin as my hole expands with Connor’s width. My feet kick out of my control, and I feel hands hold my thighs steady. I reach back and grab on to Coach’s shoulder for support. “MMMM!”
“How is it?” Coach says calmly, his hand clamped around my mouth. His other hand strokes my neck.
“He's tight,” Connor grunts.
“Loosen him up.”
“MMMMM!” Tears drip from my eyes onto Coach’s fingers.
Fuck! It's going to rip me open! Fuck!
“And out.” I sputter through my nose as the large intruding force backs up. “It's only going to get easier now, Reid. You're doing a good job.” He uncovers my mouth to stroke my hair. “Ready to keep going?”
“Yes, Coach,” I rasp. His palm covers my lips again.
“All the way in. More.”
“Coach, he's too tight,” Connor groans.
“Do it. He can take it.”
“Mmm!” I squeak as his cock pokes my guts.
“There. Balls to balls.” Coach stops stroking my neck and holds our nutsacks together to demonstrate.
Connor is sweating. I can feel it on my nutsack.
“You are teammates.” Coach juggles out nuts together.
“MMMM!” I moan, this time in pleasure as I contract around the pole in my hole. The feeling descends slowly as he releases our sacks.
“I want you two to remember this feeling. Fuck him, but you can’t pull all the way out. Meet my hand and go back in.”
Connor pulls out just enough for me to breathe.
“Mm!”
In!
Out.
In! “MM!”
“Faster!”
Clap! The sound of Connor’s asscheeks hitting Coach’s open palm bounces off the walls. Clap! Clap! Clap!
“MMM! MM! MM!” Clap! Clap! Clap!
Then, for a brief moment, all discomfort disappeared. In its place, was a relaxed euphoria. Connor felt like just the perfect size to be doing what he's doing.
“Good, Reid. Now you get it.” Coach stops covering my mouth, and I breathe heavily as I take the dick hammering into my insides.
Clap!
Clap!
Clap!
“Good, Connor! Keep it up!”
Clap!
Clap!
“Oh fuck…” I whisper, feeling my body buzz warmly from the inside out.
Clap!
“Coach, I'm close,” Connor pants behind me.
The way he said it was extremely pornographic. It sounded just like the videos that I watch at the point right before the man cums all over the woman.
I … want it?
“He's clenching. Fuck… fuck! Fuck!”
Clap!
Clap!
I want it!
“STOP!” Coach bellows and Connor stops immediately, burying himself deep in me.
I want it!
“Retain,” Coach Paul says sternly.
“He's throbbing on me.” Connor’s voice is tinted with a grimace. “Dude, stop.”
“I'm not doing… anything…” I croak out.
“Shh…” Coach shushes us both. He rubs my back as his two athletes pants loudly. The moment lasts a long time, and I feel Connor's engorged organ push back against my hole contracting.
Then, Connor lets out a big sigh. “Okay, I'm good.”
“Training is done for today.”
“But…”
I hear Coach pat Connor’s stomach, and my eyes widen at the long pull out of his cock. It leaves me feeling open, empty and wide. Coach gets me to stand up next to Connor, and our two hard cocks salute our mentor.
“Good work, boys. Showers. And go home to rest. I'll see you both tomorrow for practice.” Coach brushes his hair back into place. “And play nice from now on.”
Connor and I share a look, and for the first time, I see him for who he is.