Coach's Retained Star E18 | Our football coach makes his decision on who his star player is

Everyone is over the age of 18

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I’m not an expert in semen retention. I don't know how long I have to do it or how many times I have to restart before I truly understand the logic behind it, but I do have to acknowledge that I can feel a difference for myself.

There's the aggression that Coach Paul talks about a lot. Without it, I wouldn't have butted heads with Connor like that in the showers. The guy is at least 50 percent wider than I am, and a wrestling match on wet tiles would've ended very poorly for me.

Besides that, retaining definitely gets me up early in the morning. Of course, it's my head down there that's up before I am, and the sensation of it being so excessively stiff wakes the upper head up. 

“Mm.” I swallow as I flip over to press my morning wood against the mattress. I don't remember what I was dreaming about although I'm 99 percent sure it wasn't sexual. Honestly, I don't feel particularly horny, but it feels damn good to just have some pressure on my shaft. 

I have to get back on Coach’s good side. That's the first clear thought that rings through my being as I feel the tension in my cock demand action. I sit up, and give myself a couple slaps. 

Coach Paul runs in the morning around 5:30. He told us that in a motivational speech before practice one day when we looked sluggish for our 6:30 practice call. So, if he wasn't exaggerating, I should be able to catch him alone and hopefully in a more forgiving mood. 

“Shit,” I grumble to myself as I get on my feet. The laps yesterday really did a number on my legs, and the tenderness of my thighs is enough to make me want to consider taking the day off. 

Get it together, Reid. You are not fucking weak. 

Focusing on my goal, I put on some clothes and get out of the building before my motivation lapses. The outside air has that morning chill which helps wake me up, and I think about where Coach might be. 

He would definitely park his car in front of his office first. Probably start running from there? He never looks sweaty at practice, so he probably finishes around 6, changes, and then goes to the field. 

Alright, office. 

His car was already there when I got to the parking lot, and the next decision was to think about his running route. There was no solid logic to what it might be, so I just took a right and jogged down the path. 

I gotta say that I felt hopeful when I saw the back of him ahead of me. It felt like things were falling in place and maybe there's a way to turn this situation around. I urged my sore legs to cooperate with me and took two steps for every step I saw Coach’s feet land. 

“Coach!” I pant as I get into earshot. He doesn't slow down so I expend more energy until I’m  beside him. “Coach!” 

His hair pulled back, and his forehead glistening, the experienced man looks to his left at me. 

“Can we talk?” I gasp for air. 

“As long as you can keep this pace up,” Coach says steadily. 

“I just wanted to… fuck…” I pull myself back together when my right leg wants to give out. “I wanted to apologize again and ask if there's anything I can do to make up for it.” 

“Stop interfering with my training program with your big ego would be a good start.” His legs take longer strides and my calves burn with the effort to keep up. 

I wanted to plead my case on how I would never disrupt his work again, but all the oxygen I could pull from the air was being used to keep my legs moving. 

I felt him testing me. Being my mentor, he knows that I'm fried from the laps yesterday. However, I knew that this was not the time to disappoint him. 

I couldn't keep up exactly, but Coach never got more than an arm’s length away from me. I stared at his feet as they landed on the pavement, and counted them in 2’s to keep my mind focused 

1…2

1…2

1…2

I nearly crash into his chiseled back when he stops and I realize we're back in the parking lot. Once I slow down, my knees buckle and I collapse on the concrete with wheezing breaths. 

“You've been retaining,” Coach’s head blocks the sun in a way that makes his silhouette glow. 

“Yes… Coach…” I make out. I accept the hand that is given to me and Coach lifts me up with one arm.

“How many days?” 

“This is… my 4th… day,” I cough. 

“And who told you to do that?” Coach asks, pulling my shoulders back for good posture. His thumbs digging into my shoulder blades give me a reassurance that I haven't felt from him in a week. 

“I just want to be… the best I can be.” I swallow, and regain control of my breath. 

“So the time I spent training you hasn’t been completely in vain,” Coach Paul says behind me. His hands go from my shoulder and grip my biceps firmly. My body tingles as his fingers flow down my arm. “A shame that we lost so much training time because of your attitude.” 

“I'm sorry, Coach.” 

“I can see that,” he says. “Come up and dry off before practice.” 

Those words meant everything to me. If I had the energy, I might have cheered. It felt like Coach was finally accepting my apology, and I obediently followed him up to his office. 

“I have fresh clothes. Take yours off here,” he says as he unlocks his door. 

“Yes, Coach.” I hastily take off my shirt and shorts. Knowing his methods, I take off my underwear too in the hallway. “Where do I put these?” 

“Connor will take them.” He opens the door and Connor stands up from the gym bench he was sitting on. 

Naked. And still caged. 

“The fuck?” Connor whispers under his breath, but the quiet atmosphere makes every little sound audible. 

“Take the clothes and put them where you put yours.” 

Connor walks towards me, his eye contact unbearably strong with questions as he takes the clothes from my hands. He chucks them into a basket in the corner, and we both stand in front of Coach’s desk. 

“This didn't work out the first time,” our trainer says, tapping his pen on the desk. “There's too much friction between you two. That's why you had to fuck each other.” 

“It was him,” Connor interjects. 

“Did you cum in him?” Coach asks and Connor falls silent. “You wanted to cum in him too.” He pulls open a drawer in his desk and pulls a bottle. Pouring some onto his palm, it's clear that it's some sort of body oil. “Reid was the one with the more serious lapse of judgement, but you have to admit your role too.” 

Coach Paul stands up and walks around his desk to be directly in front of Connor. Coach is not a small man, and you can tell from the definition of his arms that he has a body that has been sculpted through years of dedication. Connor, while extremely gifted in having the structure of a warrior, lacks that same sort of definition. 

“Admitting you're wrong is where freedom begins.” Coach places his oily hands on Connor’s large pecs. Connor stares past Coach’s head, and clenches his jaw as his chest gets massaged. “You want freedom, don't you, Connor?” 

His caged cock bounces, and I feel the erotic energy transfer to my groin. 

He said to not be ashamed of your body. 

I keep my posture straight as my shaft inflates, doing everything that Connor’s cock can not. Coach spreads the oil from Connor’s chest to his sturdy midsection.

“Coach…” The blond giant bites his tongue as his exposed balls get caressed. Again, the entire cage bounces, and his flesh pushes through any free space that exists. 

“Do you want freedom to be your best self, Connor?” 

“Yes, Coach.” Connor lets out a desperate, shattered sigh and it makes my cock harden fully. “Can I be unlocked today, Coach?”

“Yes.” 

“Oh!” Connor groans loudly as I watch precum slip out of his slit and drool onto Coach’s wrist. 

“But first, we need to solve this issue.” Coach turns his head to me. “Come closer, Reid. Closer than that.” I move until my left thigh touches my rival teammate’s right thigh. 

“Oh…” My knees buckle again, but this time from pleasure as our mentor’s greasy hand slides over my pent-up shaft. 

“I admit my mistake too,” Coach Paul says to the both of us. “I thought if each of you got what you needed, then it would work out.”

“Oh…” Both Connor and I react to his touch, and I can't tell if my leg is trembling or if his is. 

“But now I can see it will never work if one of you is dominant and the other is submissive. You both have to be both.” 

“What does that mean?” Connor takes the question out of my mouth. 

“Look at each other.” Our thighs separate as we stand face to face. “Do what your body wants to do.” 

Connor’s blue eyes are filled with neediness that I didn't know could exist in such an aggressive soul.

“Appreciate each other, because you will be co-leaders of the team.”

“Co-leaders?” I whisper. The question is for Coach, but I find Connor’s eyes magnetic at the moment. 

“Co-leaders that are equal in every way.” Coach puts my right hand on Connor’s left pec, and I feel his heartbeat pounding out to the rhythm of desire. Then, Coach takes my other hand and pulls, making me step closer to Connor. “Every way.” 

“Ah…” My hard dong presses against Connor’s blond pubes, and my hand is placed on his firm buttock. Coach releases my wrist and my fingers crawl towards the warm crevice. “Should I…” I whisper to Connor. 

“Do it, rookie,” he whispers back. My middle finger dips into his crack and the cage pushes up my dick. 

Oh god. This is so hot. My middle finger descends in the moist slit until it reaches the hottest part of him.

“Oh,” Connor grunts. I feel the exhale on my lips and it draws me in. 

“Equal in every way.” Coach places his hand on the back of my head, and I can feel his other hand connected to Connor’s head. 

“Mmmm…” I moan as I take in Connor’s lower lip, biting softly.

“What do you want, Reid?” Coach says in my ear. 

“I want to fuck him,” I say honestly, sucking on my teammate’s lips with growing assertiveness. 

“And what do you want, Connor?” 

“I want him to fuck me.” 

“Mmm…” I feel the instinct to fuck rise in me with the confirmation of what is needed here. 

“Then let’s begin the training.”