Orctober 2022 : Coachorc's Rugby Training 🏉

I'm only a short fella from a small town, but I was determined to make it big in rugby. I'd never stood out as a player in college, but I gradually ascended into the regional club. I had been picked out as a reliable winger.

I couldn't contain my excitement as I drove in my beat-up car towards our first training session. Our club was home to a few legends and I just could tell things were finally looking up for me. Walking across the field to the crowd of players, I saw that I was slightly late. I made my way through them to get a better view and was surprised to see that our coach was a thickly muscled battle-orc. He seemed friendly enough despite the glowing red eyes and sharp incisors jutting from his square under-bite. He wore his grey tracksuit well. I tried to keep focused on what he was saying about our upcoming tactics. However, my eyes hovered around his crotch as I detected an unmistakable outline of a girthy cock.

"You see something you like there? Am I gunna have to designate you as the team bitch?"

The other lads burst into laughter. For many months, they were always giving me stick but more from a brotherly fondness than any type of malice.

During that time our team was doing well and even managed to make it into the semi-finals. It was around this time that Coach started taking a special interest in our diets. He'd prescribed a regimen of powdered nutritional drinks for us. He told us that it would make us stronger and faster. However, I'm a forgetful type and had to be reminded several times. Finally, Coach had reached his limit

"You think this is a fucking game? This is the field where legends are made! If you're not going to take this seriously, I can find someone else to take your spot"

"Please don't coach" I reasoned, "I just got a lot on my plate and forgot. I promise that I'll remember from now on..."

"Promises aren't good enough for here and now. You know there's a reason I give you this diet..." He looked me straight in the eye. Two other players noticed the commotion  and walked towards us.

"Coach, you know how important this chance is for me. I'd do anything to make it right"

The two other teammates chuckled in the distance. Coach gave a sideways glower at them until the laughter subsided.

"Well lad, you know you gotta have your supplement on time. The only way you're gunna get that amount of protein is by taking my nut"

"Coach?!?" I stammered "W-wh-what do you mean?"

"Aw comeon. Don't pretend like you don't know what I mean. If there's one thing I can't stand in a player, it's when they play ignorant. You gotta show me and these boys how much you want to stay in this team"

"I I... I'll do it coach" My eyes drifted towards his tight gray trackies. My hands started shaking. The two other players grinned knowingly.

"Take me out, cunt" Coach demanded. The mound under the trackies grew and started pulsing.

I put my hands on his waistline. How could this be happening? With the fellas looking on. It felt so wrong. But. I didn't want to admit it to myself, but I'd always wanted to see coach naked. The conflicting emotions welled up inside me.

"Comeon fella. Show these guys how you take one for the team..."

I pulled down Coach's pants. The thick engorged member sprang up. It's shiny red tip poking out from a generous foreskin. It was the size of a loaf of bread. It smelt overwhelmingly of cigar smoke, stale beer and a damp sweaty musk.

Coach reached a clawed hand around the back of my head. "Head down bro. I know you want it"

I looked at the other players who grinned widely. It was then I could tell that they were into this as much as I was. I bent my knees and squatted below the Coach's massive girth. Looking up at his face, I took him in my mouth as he gave me instruction:

"Work your tongue just below the tip. Yeah THAT'S IT"

He tried to hold back from slamming my head into his member. Rhythmically he thrusted his hips into my face, squeezing his massive ass cheeks together.

The sensation of trying to take his fat head in my mouth was amplified by the taste of his pungent sweat under his foreskin.

"You don't mind that I haven't showered today, do you lad? I know our orc-scent can overpower your senses. You're gunna be sniffing of me for weeks!"

I could taste him all through my mouth. His slick precum kept hitting the back of my throat. Then it suddenly went further as he lurched forward.

"Unff. You'll remember this won't you cunt?"

I felt the pulsing of his dick-veins as he unloaded into my gob. The jism spurted into my throat and quickly filled up my stomach. Then another thrust forward from his hips and his cock spattered mercilessly into my mouth. I hummed in exhaustion as he withdrew from my abused hole.

"Fer Crissakes! How many times have I gotta remind you to take your protein? You're lucky coach here is the generous type. NOW SWALLOW!"

I kept the load in my mouth for a few moments, not because I wanted to disobey him, not because I didn't want to, but purely because I wanted to taste Coach a little longer...