Coach's Retained Star E16 | I confessed to our football coach that the quarterback and I fucked

Everyone is over the age of 18

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Isn't it a man's mission in life to cum as many times as possible? Isn't that why our biology makes it possible for us to do it up until we croak? 

Isn't that why it feels so good? 

Isn't that why our bodies flood with feel-good hormones after, leading to deep and relaxed sleep, like we've achieved the reason that we were put on this floating rock? 

I know it's more complicated than that. Even here, as I jolted awake in Connor’s bed in the early morning, I felt every feeling in my heart and brain prepare for internal war. 

My body felt heavy, like it had used up all its resources to send out a lightning bolt. However, amongst the fatigue, is a sense of deep satisfaction. 

Fighting back against my body’s desire to stay in a slumber, were the thoughts of how I got into this state. I finally emptied my balls. 

I let Connor fuck it out of me. 

Oh my god, he came in me. 

I begged him to pound me.

Why did I do that?

I … needed it.

I needed it to cum hard. 

Oh god…

Coach is going to be so pissed. 

The anxiety in my throat battles the drowsiness, and I sit up in a cold sweat. 

“Connor?” 

“Mm,” the blond jock grumbles and turns to the other side. Another movement across the small room injects another dose of fear into my heart. 

Fuck, his roommate came back. 

Did he … see me? 

I quickly and silently got my clothes on in the dark, and then slipped out the door. From there, I started jogging down the hallway until I got out of the building. Then, I sprinted. 

I fucked up. 

I fucked up bad. 

I ran straight into the shared showers without stopping by my room. At whatever hour this was, I didn’t expect anyone else to interrupt me. I ripped my clothes off and slammed on the faucet with my palm until water rained on me. 

I fucked up. 

What do I do? 

I could lie. Coach doesn't need to know what happened. I could talk to Connor and we could keep last night between us. I'm sure he's not in a rush to admit how he dumped a load in my ass either. 

Speaking of which…

I unclench for what it feels like the first time, and let the hot water run over my sore hole. That man is gifted in thickness in every part of his body, and the stinging pain just makes me remember how big his cock really is. 

Okay… 

“Fuck…” I sputter into the water flow as the thick goo slides out of me. Once it gets going, I relax my buttocks more and feel the liquid stream out of me. 

How much… is there? 

“Ah…” I bite my lip as I spread my cheeks with both hands, helping Connor’s cum drain out of me. I watch between my feet the wispy white fluid dilute itself in the shower water and spin down the drain. 

Coach is going to find out when he does a body check. He'll know that I'm not as hard as I should be because I've let go of my load. 

And once he starts looking at me silently, expecting answers, I'm not so confident that I'll be able to say the right thing. 

If I can't say the right thing, then all I have is the truth. 

“Fuck my life,” I wince as I gently soap up my ass, feeling the swollen ring close up involuntarily in defense. 

I got fucked and now I'm fucked. 

After my shower, I just sat on my bed fully dressed waiting for the time to pass. I figured 8 would be a good time to go to Coach’s office to come clean, so that left me with a couple hours to prepare my speech. 

“I’m sorry, Coach. I don't know what came over me,” I rehearse to myself. “I just got too heated from holding it in and…it just happened.” 

Coach had said once during practice that we have to believe in the result we're trying to achieve. So, I chose to believe that he would forgive both Connor and I if I came straight with the truth. No bullshit. 

It didn't stop my hands from trembling though when I knocked on his office door. 

Maybe he's not in yet? It is early…

The door opens as I lift my fist to knock again. Coach looks taller when he fills up the door frame like this. 

“Morning, Coach. I was just going to…” I lose my train of thought as I spot the ruffled blond hair behind Coach Paul’s right shoulder. 

Connor turns around and looks out the window, and then my eyes are pulled into Coach’s unnerving gaze. 

“I was just going to…” I stammer as his unwavering stare stripped away my layers of preparation. “It was a mistake, Coach. I don't know what happened. I think it was because the practice got me worked up….” 

No words seem to penetrate the ice on his expression. 

God, just say something. 

Please. 

Anything.

“You were weak,” Coach Paul says. “You weren’t in control of your body.” He scans me up and down. “I’m disappointed in you, Reid.” 

“But…” 

“Not only did you derail your own training, you dragged your teammate down too,” Coach says sternly. “Penetrative intercourse orgasm at that. It’s a complete restart when that happens.” 

“Coach, I'm…” 

“You can go.” My foot catches the door by instinct and makes my mentor turn his head back. “Training is over for you, Reid.” 

No!

“He fucked me, Coach!” I shout. “That's not fair!” 

“Fucker! You were the one who came over!” Connor breaks from his stare out the window. 

“ENOUGH!” With a strong grip on my shoulder, Coach Paul yanks me into the room. The door slams shut behind me, and his sturdy chest blocks the view between Connor and I. 

“He… I…” I say, fighting back tears in my eyes. “It was a mistake.” 

“Did you go over to Connor’s room?” Coach asks calmly. 

“But in the shower, we…” 

“Did you go over to Connor’s room?” 

“Yes,” I say with a sob. 

“Did you go because you thought there was a chance of releasing?” His blue eyes drill into my forehead. 

Yes.

“Yes,” I admit to Coach, Connor and myself. 

“Because of your actions, I have to restart my training program in the middle of the season.” The anger is now audible in his deep voice. He takes a step towards me, and I bow my head at our leader. 

Just when I couldn't hold my breath any longer, Coach turned around. 

“Strip.” 

Me? 

I look up and wipe the tears off my cheeks. Connor gives me a death glare as he takes off his shirt. Then, he checks silently with Coach on what to do next and takes off his shorts. 

His long uncut cock sways, the tip laying past his balls. He stands at attention as Coach circles him. 

“Raw potential,” he says flatly. “No instinct control.” 

Connor’s gaze at me falters as Coach lifts his cock. 

“We’ve lost so much ground,” the man says, pulling Connor’s foreskin back. “And with the match with the Hawks coming up soon,” he tuts. 

“Stop looking, you homo,” Connor mouths at me as his junk gets examined. His large pecs contract strongly at the same time his hardening cock bounces. 

“This is going to be tough for you, but we need to make up for lost time.” Coach pulls something out of his pocket. 

“Coach!” The big athlete whimpers as a plastic cage, slightly curved to somewhat match the shape of a penis is placed on him. “Hey!” His hands ball into fists at his side as his large piece of meat is shoved into the small space. 

“You came here because you trust me and my methods right?” Coach ensures that the cage is snugly placed. 

“Yes, Coach.” Connor’s large frame slumps. Coach steps back and the plastic apparatus lifts feebly. 

“Sit.” 

Connor sits on the gym bench that Coach has in the middle of his office. Coach Paul adjusts the back so his athlete can sit up properly. 

“I should've known who on my team to give my energy to.” His words sting just as much as his uncaring glance does. 

“Ah…” Connor groans softly as Coach plays with his large nipples. Again, the plastic contraption on his crotch bounces weakly. Naturally, he goes to touch it and is met with what I can only imagine to be the most frustrating feeling. 

“Please, Coach,” I whisper as our mentor drops his shorts. The sight of his thick cock reminds me of all the supplements I have received. 

Sweet, vital nectar that he fed me personally. 

My cock, already stiff from watching Connor get caged, pushes against my shorts. It wants just as much as my brain to be fed a real man’s life force again. 

“You had real potential, Reid. It's a shame,” Coach says as he strokes himself. With his other hand, he caresses Connor’s blond hair. 

The jock in the chair tries to touch his cock again to no avail. 

“Maybe one star athlete is better than two.” 

“Coach, please,” I say hoarsely. At the same time, I am mesmerized by the moistening of his thick tip. “I can do better.” 

“I know you can. But I don’t trust your willpower,” he replies. Then, he talks to Connor directly. “Open.” 

Oh fuck. The way Connor looks up obediently at Coach and sticks out his tongue feels unreal.

“Ah…” Connor pants and shuts his eyes as his tongue is painted with white strings. “Ah…ah…mmmm.” 

My cock throbs, and I see Connor’s soft dick bounce again as he closes his mouth around Coach’s tip. 

“Good boy…” Coach moans, stroking Connor’s hair. “There's more… get it all…yes…” 

I want that… 

I need that… 

“Go home, Reid. And don't come to practice until you're ready.”