Concept by reader Mor, who commissioned this story. Thanks, Mor!
My buddy Dominic was the first one to tell me about Coach’s legendary, secret practice sessions.
“They say you can’t jack off for a week beforehand,” he said.
“What? Why?” I said. Dom shrugged. He’d never been invited either.
“Beats me. Something about conserving energy,” he said. And aside from that one nugget of information, I never heard anything else. Everyone else on our hockey team was tight-lipped about it, which of course made my fantasies run wild.
Then, a few weeks into my second season, Coach grabbed my shoulder just as I was about to head out of the locker room. “Hey, Brian, step into my office for a moment,” he said.
My heart was pounding, like it always does when Coach gives me some one-on-one time. “Shut the door,” he said. He leaned against his desk. “I’m having a special training session on Saturday at my house, and it’s pretty important that you attend.”
“No problem, Coach,” I said, trying not to show how thrilled I was that I’d gotten the coveted invite.
“I think you’ll get a lot out of it,” Coach said. “There is one important aspect of preparation, and it’s a big ask, but I need you to abstain from ejaculating until then. Do you think you can do that?”
“Uh…yeah, sure, Coach,” I said.
“Good,” he said, smiling. “Now I keep these sessions low-profile so please don’t tell anyone about it. Though you can tell Dominic - he’s invited, too,” Coach said with a wink.
I managed not to jack off all week, but it wasn’t easy, and I woke up Saturday morning with an especially rock-hard bout of morning wood that was making my balls ache.
I ran into Dom on the street outside of Coach’s house.
“Here we go,” he said. “Coach’s secret session. Did you follow the rules?”
“Barely,” I said, self-consciously checking my boner to make sure it wasn’t tenting out my shorts.
“Tell me about it, I’m going fucking nuts,” Dom said, grabbing at his packed crotch.
We could hear voices in Coach’s backyard so we opened the fence and walked back. Everyone was back there, and not only had they all stripped down to just their compression shorts, but more than half of them were clearly as boned up and Dom and I were.
Brandt, our goalie, nodded at us and we nodded back. I’d always been impressed by his thick and hairy physique. His small boner throbbed as I looked at it.
Dom and I had just shucked off our clothes when Coach came out of his back door.
“Alright, everyone’s here,” Coach said. “Let’s get started.”
I had to pick up my jaw at the sight of Coach, also basically naked in just a pair of compression shorts. The thing about Coach is, practically everyone in our school has a crush on him. He’s on the shorter side but he’s kept his body in peak shape, with that whole dark-haired, clean-shaven Superman-like thing going for him. His chest and legs looked like carved marble in the early morning sunlight.
“Heck yeah, Coach,” Kevin said, his boner twitching in his shorts.
“We’ve got Dominic and Brian here for their first off-campus training session, so I want everyone to be patient as I explain what we’re doing today,” Coach said. “You guys know how I’m always stressing the importance of keeping your body limber and your muscles stretched and supple. Well that extends ten-fold to the muscle group we hockey players use the most: the glutes,” Coach said, resting a hand on his shelf-like bubble butt for emphasis.
“Take a look around at your teammates: the glutes are the powerhouse muscle group,” Coach said, and moved over to Brandt, turning him by the shoulder to show off his insane muscle butt to the group. “But it’s not enough just to train isolated muscles in any group, you have work on all of them,” Coach said as he ran his hand over Brandt’s compression-clad ass. “And that’s what we’re working on today: some of those neglected muscles. We’ll start with warm-ups and then get into more intense training. So everyone, go ahead and strip off those shorts,” Coach said.
I hesitated, but everyone was more than eager to get naked - including Coach, whose big butt popped right out, his half-hard cock following.
So I stripped too. I was a little embarrassed, standing there with my boner throbbing. But half the team was in the same predicament, so I just let it pulse there in the warm morning air. Raheem even had cream dripping from his, and I watched it lazily ooze onto the grass below as Coach continued.
“The sphincter is one of those overlooked muscle sets,” Coach said, reaching to a table on his patio and grabbing a jar of Vaseline. “So it’s always good to warm the outer one first. Which is easiest to do with your fingers,” he said, dipping two of his fingers into the jar. “Some prefer spit, but go with what works for you,” Coach said, passing the jar to Brandt.
Some waited for the jar to be passed their way, but I was surprised to see most of the guys immediately pop their fingers in their mouths and then stick them between their ass cheeks.
“It’s best to start with one finger,” Coach said as he bent over, spreading his ass so we could see his hole, ringed in dark hair. “You want to take it slow, let yourself relax and warm up,” he said, and ran his finger around his hole. “Put the tip of your finger right at the entrance, give it a few taps, feel it out, then slowly press it in,” Coach said, his voice never faltering as he inserted the tip of his finger into himself. “And once you’re more comfortable you can insert it all the way in,” Coach said as he demonstrated. “Got it?” Coach said, taking his finger out and turning around.
I looked over at Dom, who was already sucking on his finger. He brought it around to his butt. I followed suit. It felt weird, pushing a finger into myself while the rest of my team did the same. But to be honest it made my boner throb.
Looking around, nobody else’s boners were going down, either. In fact Raheem seemed to have two fingers inside of himself, and now his cock was issuing a steady stream of precum, oozing out of him like syrup.
I got my finger in all the way. Dom did too. We looked at each other and smiled.
“Nice job, guys,” Coach said, slapping Dom on the shoulder. “Alright,” he said to the group, “Now go ahead and add some motion to the exercise,” he said, and again inserted his finger into himself. “Move your finger in and out. This helps prime the inner muscle and gets us ready for more advanced stretching,” he said as he demonstrated.
I looked at Kevin, who had maybe the hardest boner of any of us. He had at least three fingers in himself and seemed to be in a trance. He would take his fingers out, suck on all three to get them wetter, then immediately shove them back inside with a grunt. Coach went over to him. “Try spreading out your fingers,” Coach explained, mimicking him by bending over and shoving three fingers inside of himself. “Gets you even more of a stretch.” Kevin grunted as he followed Coach’s instructions, his boner throbbing.
I grabbed the tub of Vaseline from the patio and tried a second finger, but found it difficult. Coach noticed me struggling.
“Don’t worry if you can’t get more of a stretch at first, Brian,” he said tenderly, lying a hand on my shoulder. “It’s just a warm up, we’ll move on to some other techniques shortly.” I appreciated that, but there was something about Coach that always made me want to go the extra mile, so as he stood there with his hand on my shoulder I took a deep breath and managed to get my second finger all the way in. “Okay, Brian! There you go!” Coach said, giving me a slap on the back. Dom raised his eyebrows at me and smiled. He was working on a second finger as well.
“Alright guys it’s looking like everyone is sufficiently warmed up,” Coach said, clapping his hands together. “So now we’re gonna get in pairs - most of you already have a buddy. For the new guys - Dom, you pair up with Brandt since Jerome is home sick. And Brian, you’ll pair up with me.” My heart jumped to know that - whatever we were going to do - I was going to get to do it with Coach. I stood next to him as he addressed us again.
“We’ve explored a lot of ways to activate this muscle group over our sessions, and when we have the opportunity to help each other out like this I really like to start with oral stimulation,” Coach said. Dom and I shared a confused look. “The heat from a tongue and the gentle pressure you can apply from it is ideal in so far as getting everything down there supple and loose. So, pick someone to go first - Brian, I’ll work on you,” Coach said. He put his hand on my back and pushed me down so that I was bent over. The other guys were bending over for each other, too.
Coach knelt down behind me. He put his hands on my ass and spread my muscle cheeks as he adjusted his stance. “Start out gentle, but don’t be afraid to really get in there,” Coach said.
I felt Coach’s smooth-shaved face lodge between my cheeks. Then I felt his tongue extend and start lapping at my butthole.
I choked at first. It was the most out-of-control horny thing I’d ever felt, and even as I was trying to process it Coach just kept going deeper, digging his tongue into my hole.
My cock was throbbing and my face was beet red. Dom was covering his face as Brandt licked his ass. Like me he was trying to be quiet and hold in his pleasure, but other guys were grunting, even moaning a little, and pushing back against the guys who were working on them, like they wanted more.
I tried to breath normally but the deeper Coach licked the hornier I got. It was like my cock was directly connected to my asshole, and my pent-up horniness was getting the best of me. Coach was relentless, his face buried between my cheeks, the sides of his smooth jaw undulating as he tongued me in quick jabs that alternated with deep, searching prods.
I thought: I’m gonna lose it. “Uh…Coach…” I started to say, but then I realized it was too late. My cock extended even more, and with the most delicious feeling of helplessness my nuts scrunched up and my orgasm crested.
I groaned. Everyone looked over at me just as the first shot of cum flew out of my cock, jetting out about a yard and landing in the grass.
“Brian’s shooting his load!” someone called out.
“Damn!” someone else said. I opened my eyes enough to see that most of the guys had extracted their spit-shining faces from their respective partner’s asses to watch as my cock, unbidden and untouched, waved and spat cum into the warm air like an out-of-control water hose.
People started to clap, then hoot and holler. Even Dom was smiling and shaking his head at me like he couldn’t believe it. I was embarrassed but it was hard to care too much when the whole group was cheering me on.
Coach, for his part, never let up on the oral stimulation, at least not until the last dribbles of my load landed on the grass in front of us. Then he stood up, wiped his mouth, and clapped a hand on my shoulder.
“Good job, Brian,” he said, the addressed the group. “Okay guys, that’s enough. Expressing semen is a totally natural and even desirable part of the training. It’s healthy,” he said, winking at me.
I was catching my breath, my cock still dripping in the grass. “Time to switch off,” Coach said. He flipped around. There he was: Coach, presenting his carved-marble ass for me to stimulate. “Ready, Brian?”
Despite still reeling from my orgasm I knelt in the grass and approached him. I took each cheek of his incredible ass in my hand and spread it. There was Coach’s pink hole. I gave it a sniff. It was clean but musky, and the smell surprisingly made my recently-spent cock jump.
I went in, tentatively, for my first lick. “That’s good, Brian. Warm it up gently with some tongue contact around the anus,” Coach said. He tasted incredible and my hesitation vanished as I pressed my tongue deeper. Soon my face as buried as deep in Coach’s butt as he’d been in mine.
“Watch the teeth,” Coach said, his voice a low purr. “There you go. Those deeper dives with your tongue alternated with the gentle licking is really where it’s at, you’re really activating the muscle with that…”
All around me I could hear the sounds of my teammates eating each other’s asses, their slurping and smacking combined with the occasional moans and grunts of those getting their holes licked. Even though I’d just cum my cock shot right back up. Coach was pushing back into my face and I was slurping and tonguing him like a madman.
“Reel it in a little,” Coach said at one point. “There you go, really apply pressure to that outer sphincter muscle, tease it open, get your tongue as deep as you can…perfect, Brian. Just like that.”
When I came up for air I saw Dom, face completely buried in Brandt’s incredible muscle butt. Kevin was bent over for Raheem and looked like he was on another planet. Raheem was giving his hard cock little squeezes in between fingering and licking Kevin’s hole.
“Okay,” Coach said, letting me get another lick in before standing up. “Everyone’s got that down, I think. Notice how the muscles are so much softer,” Coach said, turning around and demonstrating by sliding three fingers easily into himself. “The heat and saliva from a tongue can really do the trick, and you’ll feel the difference when you’re on the ice.”
I was still kneeling in the grass but most of the guys who’d been on the giving end of the last exercise were now lying back with their erections pointing to the sky, faces full of anticipation, a couple of them openly stroking themselves now as if to keep themselves hard.
“Okay, we’re getting to the really intensive stuff, now,” Coach said. “We want to activate the deepest part of the muscle group, and in my experience the best way to do that through repeated stretching and activation. Penetration is a very effective technique for achieving this, so guys that are standing, get a lot of saliva on yourselves or lube up with the Vaseline,” Coach said, fishing a glob out of the jar and putting it on his hole.
Coach straddled me. “You’re gonna have your partner lie back - just like that Brian,” Coach said, and started to lower himself. “Grab hold of their erection,” Coach said as he demonstrated on me. I held my breath when I felt his fingers wrap around my prick. “Your partner needs a strong erection for this, so give it a few strokes or do what you need to do so you can get a deep stretch,” Coach said as he pumped my penis.
Just then Coach noticed Kevin, who had Raheem’s big dong in his hand and who’d already sank a couple inches into himself. “Kevin, stay with the group, please,” Coach said.
“What? Oh, sorry Coach,” Kevin said, and stood up. Raheem looked beside himself as his cock flopped loudly back against his belly.
“One step at a time,” Coach said, lowering himself onto me. “I’ve noticed some of your techniques slipping, so I want you all to watch for a moment,” he said, shooting a pointed look at Kevin and Raheem, who both seemed the most eager to move on to this step.
“Hold the erection steady. Lower yourself slowly. Kneeling can give you more control,” Coach said. “Use the tip of the erection to get that initial activation,” Coach said, and I felt my cock slip inside of him. “Stay there until you’re used to it, then you’re gonna sloooowly inch your way down, working out that initial muscle and letting yourself stretch and acclimate to it,” Coach said, sinking down on my rod as he spoke. It felt like soft velvet, tight as a glove around my boner. My breath started coming fast and I knew it was gonna be a struggle not to cum again.
“And when you’ve taken your time and you’re ready, you can sink down on that erection all the way to the base…ah, there we go,” Coach said as he took the last of me. “That base portion is crucial, that’s where the real girth is and so that’s where you’ll get that crucial inner muscle work. How you doing there, Brian?”
“Good,” I said, barely able to eke out the word.
“Okay, watch closely,” Coach said to the group. “Here’s a few techniques you can use to really get the most out of this exercise. The first is to remain in position and flex your muscles around the erection,” Coach said, and demonstrated. Raheem laughed when my eyes rolled back in my head.
“Brian’s gonna blast again,” Raheem said.
“Raheem,” Coach admonished. “Pay attention, please. So you can do this flexing action at various points around the erection - so try lifting up a bit and flexing it there,” Coach said, taking my cock halfway out of him and squeezing down again. “And you can flex it around the most tapered end to really get the full motion of the flex,” Coach said, lifting almost all the way off of me and tightening his asshole around the head of my cock.
I groaned. A couple guys chuckled.
“But the way to get the most from this technique is to really get a rhythm going and take that larger base portion again and again,” Coach said as he began to expertly raise and lower himself on my cock, his own boner steadily pointing at the sky.
“And the real beauty of this technique is that you can assist your partner in some of their stretches as you’re working on your own,” Coach said as he bounced on my dick. “Let’s give Brian a good hamstring and glute stretch, for instance,” he said, and raised my legs up to my chest. Still keeping my cock inside of him, he maneuvered my legs around himself them pushed them all the way up to my chest.
“See? This gives your partner a stretch as well as giving you even more control over your own exercise,” Coach said. The way he had me positioned - with my legs almost around my head, but my cock still pointed out so he could fuck himself on it - made me feel so out of control. He pounded his big, muscular Coach butt down on my cock again and again.
“And of course there are other positions you can try, depending on your comfort level. You can get on all fours and have your partner work on you from behind, a pretty advanced technique that you will definitely feel the next day,” Coach said as he impaled himself on me without pause.
“Uh…Coach…” I said, not wanting to interrupt him. I was so close, though, and terrified that shooting inside of him would be bad form.
“Don’t be afraid to get a little aggressive,” Coach continued, his thrusts getting faster.
“Coach!” I finally called out.
“Oh - oh, okay,” Coach said, noticing from my face that I was about to cum. But it was too late. My rod swelled in him and began to shoot. I couldn’t help but groan as my cock pulsed and blew inside of Coach’s insistent hole. He slowed a bit but never stopped, impaling himself on me as I blasted my second load of the day deep inside of him.
“He’s cumming inside of Coach!” someone said.
“Look at his hole,” someone else said - I guess referring to my exposed asshole, which was clenching and releasing with each shot of cum I blasted into Coach.
“No big deal,” Coach said. “It happens guys, okay? We’ve got plenty of opportunities for stretching, and you can always switch positions if your partner finds himself in the same predicament as Brian, here,” Coach said, pausing and flexing his hole around my still-spasming rod, as if to milk the last of the cum out of my balls.
“You’re doing great, Brian,” Coach said to me before he lifted himself off of me and began to disentangle from my legs. My dripping dick flopped out and I saw some of my cum drip out of Coach and into the grass. I collapsed back in a daze.
“Go ahead and get started, guys,” Coach said, and everyone scrambled to get in position. It was really a trip to watch someone like Brandt - buff and masculine - rush to straddle Dom’s cock and sink it into himself. Soon the yard was full of my teammates riding each other’s dicks.
“Great job, guys,” Coach said, walking through the group. He offered notes to a couple of the guys, then came back over to me.
“No rush but when you’ve gotten a good stretch in, you’re gonna switch it up with your partner - so Brian, you ready?”
“Yeah, Coach,” I said, though I wasn’t sure if I was. Coach, without any fanfare, got on the ground and raised my tired legs in the air. “So given that Brian is new to this exercise I’m gonna take him through it really slowly,” Coach said as he positioned himself between my legs with his cock at the ready. He spread more Vaseline on it. “Remember, slow is key. You want to give the interior muscles plenty of time adjust,” he said as he began to insert his cock into me.
I kept my breathing steady. It was intense at first, but Coach took his time. “There we go,” he said once he bottomed out in me. I was surprised by how good it felt. “You’re doing great, Brian,” Coach said, his face close to mine. “You feel that stretch?”
“Yeah,” I said. Coach’s breath was sweet.
“Try that flexing technique I was doing on you,” he said. I squeezed my asshole around his cock. Coach’s eyes fluttered. “Good. Again,” he said. His chest heaved as he caught his breath. “Excellent work,” he said, and began to slowly thrust.
“Now listen, everyone,” Coach said, holding my legs in the air and slowly pumping in and out of me. “I want everyone receiving the stretch to keep that breathing steady and deep; keep that oxygen flowing to the blood,” he said. “As you ramp up your rhythm it’s going to be even more important for you to keep your breathing regular,” he said as he began to pump faster.
“There’s really no better stretch than this,” Coach said as he began to fuck me harder. “Later this week we’ll work on our lower backs, as well as our quads,” Coach said as he fucked, his voice steady. “But we’ll always come back to this because it’s so useful.”
“Hallelujah,” Raheem said quietly, and a couple guys chuckled. Raheem was on his back like me, looking like he was in seventh heaven and tweaking his cock while Kevin pumped him slowly with his.
“Keep that breathing regular,” Coach said, and it was like he was saying it to himself. “Feel that stretch, let it open you up, unblock all that tension,” Coach said, his hips moving more insistently and his eyes boring into mine. Finally he was slamming into me, absolutely pile-driving me. The slaps of his hips against mine were audible, and I could hear the same thing all over the yard. Coach was long-dicking me and hitting this spot deep and I felt my cock swelling.
“That’s good, Brian, feel that stretch,” Coach said. I nodded, my eyes on his. He fucked me faster, harder. Then, just as he seemed to be on the verge of cumming, he brought his face close to my ear.
His breath caught. I felt his cock swell. He took my earlobe in his mouth, sucked on it, bit down gently. He was cumming in me. He went for one last thrust then held deep. I could feel each jet of his cum go into me, shot after shot. “Good job, Brian,” he said in a whisper, over and over. “Good job.”
I’d never felt anything like it. My cock was hard again, then it swelled and began to pulse. I was cumming, too - my third load of the day, a meager but intense orgasm that spilled out of me as if Coach’s cum had triggered it, a full-circle orgasm.
“Alright, nice work everyone,” Coach said, letting go of my legs and unceremoniously sliding out of me. He stood up. I looked around in a daze. Dom had Brandt on all fours and was pounding his bubble butt from behind. Raheem was looking into Kevin’s eyes as Kevin began to unload in him. It was a total orgy.
“Okay guys, time to finish up,” Coach said. There were muffled grunts and moans as everyone began to fuck faster, to pause and cum inside each other.
Then Coach handed out towels. I wiped the jizz from my abs and dripping hole.
“We’ll do this again next week,” Coach said, wiping himself clean. “Remember: no ejaculation! It’s imperative that you reserve your energy, and build up your endurance. Got it?”
“Got it,” some of us lazily said. We were a group of blissed-out hockey jocks, dicks and assholes dripping with jizz. I looked to Dom, who was bleary-eyed and smiling. He shook his head at me.
“No orgasm for another week, huh?” Dom said as we walked back to our cars. Coach’s cum had begun to drip down my leg.
“I think I’ll be okay,” I said. Dom laughed. I’d never imagined I could cum three times in one session, and I wondered if what next week would hold. Would I get partnered up with another of my teammates? Dom, even? It was intriguing. But if I was being honest, I hoped I’d get paired up with Coach.
All characters are age 18 or older.