Smelling Coach’s Jock Strap

I deserve to be punished, Coach!” I said pleading for him to stuff me with his cock. I had no idea what it would feel like to have a cock in my ass, let alone one as big as Coach’s, but it was the only thought in my head.
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“Run it again, Harris!” Coach yelled.
I could barely hear the whistle he blew as blood pounded in my ears. Sweat dripped from my shaggy brown hair down my face and onto my smooth chest. The sun beat down on my bare upper body. Virginia summer, and all the humidity that came with it, was in full swing.
I returned to the starting line before running the drill yet again. Coach Williams was the assistant football coach at my high school. When colleges began showing an interest in me athletically at the end of my junior season, he offered to hold extra training sessions to help prepare me for the college recruiting season, and my senior campaign with the team.
It started with extra time in the weight room in the winter, but quickly ramped up in intensity as the weather got warmer. I practiced with the rest of the team during the spring semester but usually stayed later or got there early. Now that it was summer and I’d recently turned eighteen, Coach had me training twice a day including most weekends.
It was Saturday and I could see the park next to the school filling up with children and families enjoying a hot, cloudless day. I ran drill after drill until I was covered completely in sweat. My grey, mesh shorts had turned several shades darker as they became more and more saturated.
“Nice job, Harris,” Coach said, using my last name as all coaches and teammates did on the field. “Take a minute to...