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Summer break was supposed to be fun. Going to high school was supposed to be exciting. Jared felt neither of those things as his vacation slowly came to an end. He had everything to look forward to when he graduated middle school just a couple months ago. The young colt had lots of friends he was gonna see again, meet a bunch of new friends at Cartier High and he was determined to get a spot on the J.V. basketball team, even if he had failed to make his middle school team. He knew he had the drive and the passion, he was just waiting for his body to catch up.

The young colt was a late bloomer compared to his friends. While they had all experienced their first growth spurts or talked about growing hair in places where it wasn't before, Jared had no such luck. Their voices were getting lower and their BO was getting stronger, but Jared remained the same. He had gone from being the tallest in the class to just average. The only advantage he had on the court was nullified because his body had decided to stay the same. Some of his friends were even starting to put on lots of muscle, but no matter how he changed his diet or worked out, he remained lanky and thin.

So, when he woke up from his first wet dream, he was beyond elated. Finally, he was becoming a man. He even celebrated by getting a new haircut. Instead of just chopping his shoulder-length black mane off by a few inches, he got his sides and back shaved. When he got home, he learned how to tie it up in a man bun instead of the usual ponytail that he did and took a second to admire himself in the mirror.

Sure, he still looked mostly the same. He was still 5'5", he still didn't have a lot of muscle under his black fur and most annoyingly, his cock still looked a bit small, at least to him. But even if his reflection mirrored back the same image he'd seen for years, he felt different. He wrapped a hand around his teenage cock, his fingers sliding around it very easily. He knew from talking with his friends that he was about the same size as they were, but he always felt like he was lacking. He was an equine! Wasn't he supposed to be way bigger than them? All the horses in the porn he watched were always massive. For a long time, he thought maybe that wouldn't be him, but as he looked in the mirror, he felt like it was a possibility.

If only Jared had known what he was truly wishing for. The wet dreams became more constant and in his excitement, he'd welcome each one by jerking off each morning. It became a ritual for him, waking up to stained sheets and rubbing one out. He loved every part of it. The smell of his seed, the sight of his throbbing hard cock in the mornings, the warmth and stiffness of his manhood, and even the sounds of his own moans and groans as he did the deed. The pleasure and gratification that followed with each achieved orgasm also added to his growing appreciation for his new morning routine.

So much so that it bled into other parts of the day. It started off rather tame. Rubbing one out before bed, then maybe rubbing an extra one out in the morning. Then, he started doing it in the middle of the day, in the shower, and a hell of a lot before he went to bed. His room reeked of his seed and soon, the whole house would as he no longer contained himself to his room to jerk off. Sometimes, he wanted to jerk off before dinner or while he was watching TV, so he would. He stopped wearing underwear so his cock had less restraint when he did get hard, and also so he could access his dick more easily. Eventually, any time the colt popped a boner, he'd just bust a nut, which put him in the double digits for how many times he'd cum in a day.

And at first, he saw no problem with that. He liked jerking off and he loved cumming. And, maybe it was just his teenage mind, but he swore that his cock was getting bigger each day. He even began to measure it. He started at just around four inches when he compared with his friends, but after two weeks, he was already at six inches. Of course, he knew it was probably just his genetics and had nothing to do with jerking off, but why risk it by reducing how much time he was stroking his cock?

But what had become just a fun way to pass the time quickly grew into an addiction. Jared spent hours jerking off to begin the day and to end it, not to mention the many times in the middle of the day where he'd rub one out. Whenever his friends came over to get him to play basketball, he'd turn them down to jerk off. If he got invited to the mall to hang out or to parties, he'd say no in favour of jerking off. He was isolating himself and he had no problems with it.

Thankfully, his parents did. They had been very aware of his habits. It was impossible to hide from the smell of it and his mother could only ignore the stains in his sheets for so long when she washed it. So, before June ended, they confronted Jared. They explained to him that what he was going through was normal for boys his age, but that while it was okay to indulge, doing it too much could be harmful. His mom mentioned that he hadn't played basketball in two weeks, something he'd do daily, even if it was raining. His father suggested that he start working out anytime he felt the urge during the day.

Jared thought they were being a bit overdramatic, but he did agree with them. If he was going to make the basketball team, he had to work on his skills. So, he did as his dad said. Anytime he felt the need to jerk off during the day, he'd go for a run, practice his shot, or hit the makeshift gym his dad built for him in their garage. It worked for a couple weeks. He was working out and practicing during the day, and at night, he jerked off as much as he liked. It seemed as long as he worked out, he could control himself. He was able to go out with friends and not think about how nice it'd be to have his hand on his cock.

And then, one day, it all came crumbling down. He had promised his friends to grab lunch and hit up a movie with them. He had slept in and when he woke up, he barely had time to rub one out and shower before he had to head out. Normally, he would've liked to at least go for a run to temper himself, but he already missed having lunch with them. He made it just in time for the movie, but he could hardly pay attention. Every fibre of his being was begging him to touch himself right then and there.

So, he did.

Halfway into the movie, the temptation became too much. He rubbed himself through his jeans, but that wasn't enough. He unzipped his fly and stuck his hand down his pants leg, letting out a soft grunt as his hand finally felt his hard, throbbing cock again. He stroked his cock slowly, trying not to draw any attention, but it was impossible. If his constant moaning and the way his hand was moving didn't give him away, the smell of his arousal was filling the movie theatre quickly. Not to mention, ignoring his cock for half of the movie had him kinda pent up. His pre-cum was running down his legs, soaking his jeans and shoes.

He heard the whispering of his friends beside him. He could feel their eyes on him. And yet, Jared couldn't stop. Even worse, it still wasn't enough. He knew he was about to ruin his life, but god, it just felt so good. So, the young colt pulled his stiff cock out of his pants, biting his lip to keep from moaning. His friends called him disgusting, gross, sick, but he was numb to it right now. It just felt so great to have his cock out and his hand stroking it so firmly.

He closed his eyes and leaned back, working his cock harder and faster. He wasn't sure when he stopped biting his lip and started moaning and groaning. He just couldn't help it. He could worry about isolating himself some other time. Right now, he had his slick, pre-cum covered, achingly hard cock in his hand and that's all that he cared about.

It only took him a couple of minutes to cum, shooting his load all over the seat in front of him. He panted heavily as he came down from his orgasm. When he opened his eyes, he saw the cinema manager standing in the aisle with a mall cop, both glaring at him. Now that the rush of pleasure was gone, all he was left with was guilt. He was escorted into the back office and they threatened to call the police on him, but settled for calling his parents and banning him from the theatre.

When he got home, his parents tore him a new one. His mother was in tears the entire time, saying she raised a pervert. Jared tried explaining that he really couldn't help it, but his pleas were falling on deaf ears. He expected his father to understand. After all, the only reason he was like this was because of his genetics, right? But even his father was disappointed in him.

His phone had blown up with messages from friends calling him out for being a pervert and a creep, and they weren't wrong. He didn't even bother trying to save face with them. He knew what he did. There was no way to sugar coat it. He jerked off in a movie theatre. He didn't even do it discreetly. He had ruined his life, all because he couldn't resist temptation.

Over the next month, Jared lost the motivation to fight his temptation. He just gave in, sometimes spending entire days just jacking off. His cock had grown even more, making it even harder to resist touching himself despite what he'd just gone through. There wasn't an inch of his room he hadn't cum on at this point. He was pumping out huge loads with each orgasm, which Jared loved. It was a vicious cycle. He'd cum, get turned on by how much he cum, and jerk off again immediately, only to cum and get more turned on by how large that load was.

Finally, his parents intervened again a week before he had to start high school. His mother was getting tired of all the cleaning and his father tried to help him curb his appetite. They told him to focus on his basketball dreams again, encouraging him that he could beat this side of himself. His father even suggested he find a spot at school where he could rub one out so he wouldn't jerk off during class. Jared felt reinvigorated now that he had his parents on his side again. He started hitting the gym and training again, though it was much more difficult than it was a month ago.

His cock had grown substantially since all of this had started and the bigger it got, the larger his sexual appetite became. He was sporting a foot long cock by the end of summer, having grown eight whole inches and a couple inches in girth in just under three months. He knew it was abnormal to grow that much without the rest of his body growing as much, having only grown a couple inches in height, standing at 5'8", but he enjoyed how much bigger it made his cock seem. But, he had to quell the urge. He had to try and live a normal life.

When he finally started his freshman year, it was rough. Anyone from his old school avoided him, most of them hearing about what he had done at the movies. It limited his social interaction to people he had never met before. That didn't last long, however. The rumours quickly spread through his grade and soon, people he had been talking to with ease in his classes were no longer engaging in conversation with him.

It didn't help that Jared wasn't doing a good job at resisting his urges. He jacked off during lunch and between classes, but it wasn't enough. It was never enough. Every now and then, he'd rub himself through his pants without even noticing. Sometimes, there'd be big wet spots on the inside of his thighs from how much pre-cum was leaking, his cock desperate to be touched. The worst was when he popped boners in class or in the hallways. With his size, it was impossible to hide when he got hard. People would stare and point when he walked to his locker or to his classroom. For the first time since his libido had ramped up, he regretted having a big cock.

After a couple of weeks, he was isolated again. Most people avoided talking to him and some of the more ballsy students had come up to him to ask if he had actually jerked off in a movie theatre. He didn't bother to answer. The one glimmer of hope he had was the basketball team. In his mind, if he got on the team, the status of being a jock would help shed the gross pervert label he had rightfully earned. He could lead the team to championships. Then, everyone would have to talk to him, right?

When the day of the tryouts came, Jared was nervous. Some of the guys had chirped at him when it got out that he was planning on trying out, very clearly not wanting to be on a team with him. He'd change their minds. When he got to the locker room, his peers were already getting changed into their gym clothes. There were about 40 kids, most from freshman year. "This the kid that shot his load at the movies?" A tall, grey wolf dressed in a school jersey and black basketball shorts asked. He had a white faux hawk and was one of the more muscular students Jared had seen, despite being two years younger than the seniors. Jared recognized him as the captain of the team, Shane.

"Yeah. That's the freak." A brown colt replied, who was taller than the wolf and kept his blonde mane short. He was a freshman and in his science class. Eric was his name and he was always giving him dirty looks. "He touches himself in class too." Eric added. Jared didn't even bother denying it.

"Yo, you go change over there." A red fox in a jersey said, pointing to a corner on the other side of the locker room. "Don't need some creep jerking off near me." The red fox added, causing the others to snicker and laugh. Jared knew anything he said wouldn't change their perceptions of him. The only way he'd gain their respect was on the court. So, he walked to the corner with his duffel bag and changed.

He took his shirt off first, switching out his black graphic tee for a red sleeveless shirt. Then, he looked around to make sure no one was spying on him. Once he confirmed no one was looking, he slipped out of his jeans, sighing as his flaccid cock was finally freed. He took a few moments to enjoy it before slipping on some navy boxer briefs. God, it was so uncomfortable having everything so locked down and kind of squished. He had gotten used to freeballing wherever he went, but this was a sacrifice he had to make if he wanted to get in other people's good graces. It was going to take some time getting used to underwear again. He grabbed his black basketball shorts and slipped them on before heading out to the court.

Some of the other students were already warming up. Jared grabbed a ball and dribbled it in spot, getting used to the feel of the ball and the court. He scanned the room, taking a look at his competition. Almost everyone was taller than him, which didn't bode well for him at all. He stuck to a corner of the court, practicing his crossovers and ball handling. He watched as the others talked amongst each other while doing their warm ups, noticing a few stares and points towards him. Jared just tried to block it all out. He was here to make the team. The making friends part would come after. He had to believe that.

A loud whistle blared through the court, drawing everyone's attention. "Alright! Everyone to the center line now!" A deep, gruff voice commanded. It belonged to the coach, a chestnut-furred stallion who looked to be in his mid-40s. To say he was massive was an understatement. He had to be well over seven feet, towering over the sophomore players, who were lined up beside him. The green polo he wore struggled to contain his muscles, his biceps threatening to tear the fabric any time he moved his arms. He had a square jaw and a grey mane that was styled in a crew cut. The thing that really caught his eye was, even from the other side of the court, Jared could make out how pronounced his bulge was in his Adidas track pants.

Jared hustled to the center line, gazing at the older stallion. There was something about him that seemed familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Did he meet him already at one of those equine charity events that his mom dragged him to? Or worse, was he one of many family friends that attended his parents' Christmas parties when he was younger? He'd have to figure it out later. Right now, he had to focus on the tryouts.

"My name is Mr. Erikson. You can call me Coach Erikson or Mr. Erikson. Either is fine." He told the students. "I'll tell you all right now, we are looking to fill five spots on the team. The likelihood of you making it is slim. So, if you want a spot on the team, you better put your best foot forward today and tomorrow." Coach Erikson said. "By the end of today, we will narrow down the field to 20 students. I will post that list on the front door of my office before lunch."

"Where's your office, sir?" A purple skunk asked.

"It's across the hall from the change rooms for gym A." He answered. An orange rabbit raised his hand. "This is gym A." The rabbit put his hand down. "Alright. We're gonna start with some suicides. You will all start at the wall. First mark will be the base line. Second mark will be the free throw line. Then, the three point line. Half court. Then, opposite three point, free throw, base line, and then lastly, opposite end of the court. Let's do seven reps." Jared saw the uncertainty in some of his peers' faces. "Let's go, let's go, let's go. Get to the wall.. If you have a ball, just pass it over here." Coach Erikson shouted.

Jared tossed his ball at one of the sophomore students and took his mark at the wall. "And if I see you walking, you will be cut." Coach Erikson warned. Jared felt the nerves of the other students. He wasn't worried at all. If there was one thing he had worked on this summer, it was his stamina. Sure, it was more in the context of how long he could jerk off for, but it still counted.

Coach Erikson blew his whistle and the teens ran. Jared knew better than to tire himself out, but he also wanted to impress the coach. He aimed to be in the top ten not just for this drill, but for everything the coach threw at him today. He wasn't going to delude himself into thinking he was star material right off the bat, but if he could prove he was consistent enough across all the areas the coach tested them on, he'd have a good shot.

He hoped his strategy worked because it was the outcome he was getting. With the suicides, he was the tenth to finish. He could've done better, but the discomfort of wearing boxer briefs tugged at his focus.They ran some ball handling drills afterwards and he was slower than usual because every time he moved, he felt his cock almost glued to his thigh instead of swinging in the wind with each step. Next were passing drills, which seemed easy enough. He caught everything thrown at him, but dropped a couple of passes because he was adjusting his shorts. Finally, they did some shooting, which was his best skill. He was within the top five, but he knew he could've been closer to the top if it wasn't for feeling the tightness of the underwear around his manhood.

When he finished his shooting drill, he took a seat on the sidelines while the others had their go. He looked over at the coach and the sophomores, trying to discern if he was making a positive impression or not. That answer came instantly when Shane pointed at him and glared. The older stallion shifted his gaze towards him, scribbled something down on his clipboard, then continued watching the others doing their drill.

Jared sighed and slumped down against the wall. He had no idea how much influence Shane and the other sophomores had on the coach. He imagined that in a sport where team chemistry was key, if the team didn't like you, it affected your chances of making the squad. Was he going to throw in the towel just like that though? If he didn't make the team, it was only a matter of time before he was completely isolated from his peers. He needed this. He couldn't just give up.

Coach Erikson blew the whistle. "Alright, alright. Take a 15 minute break. When we get back, I'll sort you guys into teams of five and we'll run some scrims." Jared knew this was make or break for him. He couldn't have a poor showing during the scrims. He headed out to the hallway to grab a drink. Everyone was chatting amongst themselves while in line for the water fountain, but no one was talking to him. He couldn't do four years of this. The scrims felt like they were do or die. He couldn't afford to fuck it up. He needed to put his best foot forward.

So, after he grabbed a drink from the fountain, the young colt headed to the locker room and shed his underwear, sighing in relief at being no longer restrained. Just feeling free again was enough to get his blood pumping south, so he slinked away to the showers. He found a stall in the corner and used the remainder of his break to rub one out. The last thing he wanted to do was be late to return from break, so he moved fast. In his haste, he didn't care much for cleanup, so when he shot his load all over the wall of the stall, he gave his dick a few shakes before stuffing it back into his shorts. With the loads he shot, it wasn't neat and tidy. His dick continued to drool cum, staining the right side of his shorts.

He stepped back onto the court, the head of his flared cock threatening to peek out the bottom of his shorts. With every step, his dick swung in his shorts, causing the fabric to bounce. It drew the attention of a few of his peers. Some of his cum was trickling down his legs and the small stains on his shorts were visibly darker than the rest of the fabric. He couldn't worry about their stares or looks of disgust. He had to perform.

The whistle blew and everyone hurried to the center line. The sophomore stood on the sidelines as Coach Erikson approached the freshmen. "This is how it's gonna work. Games are gonna be first to 20. If you win, sit on the bleachers. If you lose, on the benches. Winners will face other winners. Losers will face other losers. We'll keep going until time runs out." Everyone nodded at the instructions.

"One, two, three, four, five, you're team one." He said, counting out the first five students in the line. He continued down the line, the next five forming team two, then the next five forming team three until all the students had a team. Jared ended up on team five with a cream-coloured cat who was the shortest student trying out, a tall white husky, a lanky lion and the red fox who had shamed him earlier in the locker room.

"Fucking great." The red fox said as the team gathered on the sidelines.

"What's everyone's name?" The cat asked.

"Blake." The fox said.

"Aleks." The white husky answered.

"Emile." The lion said.

"Jared." The young colt said.

"Oh, we know your name." The cat said teasingly. The colt's ears drooped as the rest of the team snickered and chuckled. "I'm just teasing." He said, punching Jared in his shoulder playfully. Jared smiled for the first time in what felt like forever. "We have a game plan? You were pretty good at the threes." Monty told Jared.

"Aleks is one of the taller dudes here, so just grab the rebounds." Blake said. "And send it out to one of us three." The fox added, pointing to him, Emile and Monty. "Try to avoid Jared. We don't need fucking cum on the basketball." He walked away before anyone else could say anything. The others took a seat on the bench and watched the other games.

They didn't last very long. Both games were blowouts, 20-8 and 20-4. It filled Jared with some hope. If he could just nab a win with his team, then they'd already look better than the teams that lost. "Teams five and six, let's go!" Coach Erikson shouted.

Jared walked onto the court, making his way to the right of Aleks, who was doing the tip off. On team six was Eric, who smirked at him. "Nah. You get back there." Blake told him, pointing to their key. Jared looked over to the coach, wondering if he was seeing this and had anything to say. To his surprise, Coach Erikson was looking right at him. He wanted to fight for his position, but he figured the coach would appreciate a team player more than a big ego, so Jared walked back to his free throw line.

The coach threw the ball up and Aleks tipped it towards Blake. Jared ran down court to join his team, passing the ball around until Monty got it. He took a shot and their team scored their first two points. They ran back to defend, Jared taking on the purple skunk. He was able to cover him pretty easily, but the ball got to Eric, who drove in and scored two points with a lay up.

The game went back and forth for the first ten points, Jared managed to get a couple of clutch three pointers, making up more than half of their current points. He heard the other students whispering and pointing at the way his cock bounced when he ran. They definitely caught a few peeks, the flared tip slipping out the bottom of his shorts on several occasions. But, he was doing well, so he paid them no mind. On the other team, Eric couldn't be stopped. Monty tried covering him first, but after the first couple of buckets, Blake started posting up on him. It didn't stop Eric from scoring a couple three pointers of his own.

Jared grabbed the ball and headed to the line to inbound it. "Hey, let me cover Eric." He told Blake as he passed him the ball. The fox didn't acknowledge what he said, but dribbled the ball up court before passing to Monty, who scored another two points. Team six passed the ball to Eric and Jared ran to cover him. He had Eric idled at the top of the key, trying to make his way in. Jared kept his arms wide and moved in, waiting for his time to strike. With each little step he took forward, his cock swung forward.

Eric held the ball and stood still. "Coach, what the fuck is this?" Eric said, pointing to Jared. "This ain't fair! I'm tryna ball out and this dude's dick keeps trying to touch me!" Everyone burst out laughing.

"Man's got cum stains on his shorts too." Shane chimed in. Jared had never felt so low. He just stood there in his stance, trying to keep his head in the game.

"Coach, tell him to put some boxers or some shit on. Shit, man." Eric complained.

"If you don't wanna face him so badly, win faster." The coach replied. Eric huffed and started dribbling again, only for the whistle to blow.

"Double dribble." Coach Erikson said.

"Oh, come on!" Eric shouted. He chucked the ball to Jared and walked off towards his end of the court. Jared passed the ball to Blake, letting him carry it up the lane. The young colt made himself open at the three point line, but Blake never passed it. Instead, the fox shot and missed. Team six bolted down the court and Jared posted up to Eric, but the other horse didn't want any part of it, so he passed it out, letting someone else score.

And that's how it continued for the rest of the game. Jared would be open on offense, but they hardly passed to him. Monty still passed him the ball, but then they stopped passing it to Monty as Aleks, Blake and Emile all missed their shots. And on defense, whoever Jared covered never got the ball. They lost 12-20.

"What the fuck, guys?" Monty growled as they headed to the losers' side of the court. "Fucking pass us the ball."

"Tell your boy to put on some fuckin' drawers." Blake shot back. Instead of engaging with the fox or the others, he just headed outside to get more water. When he got back, he sat distanced from his team. They lost their next two games embarrassingly, 20-4 and 20-2, because the team would rather play a 3-on-5 than pass to someone who was going commando.

Coach Erikson blew his whistle as they racked up their final loss. "Take a seat, boys." He told everyone. The students all walked onto the court and sat down in front of the older stallion. "Nice hustle out there today. I like what I saw. Tomorrow, we're gonna keep whittling it down, so come prepared. Eat a good meal, get some good sleep and I'll see you tomorrow." He said. He blew the whistle, dismissing the students.

Jared didn't have a good feeling about his performance. He didn't think he did too terribly, but the blowup with Eric and being iced out of the scrims didn't bode well for him. As the others headed back to the locker room, Jared remained seated. He looked around at the basketball court. He really thought this was where he was gonna make a name for himself. "Jared." The young colt looked up to see the coach beckoning him over. Jared immediately got up and rushed over to him.

"Yes, Coach?"

"When you're done changing, come and see me in my office." The older stallion said. Jared nodded, unable to hide the smile on his face as he headed into the locker room.

He made it about two steps into the locker room when someone blurted out, "Holy shit! Bro, he came in the shower!" Some of the other guys rushed to the showers to see if it was true.

"You guys gay? Why the fuck do you wanna see his jizz?" Eric asked, staring daggers at the black colt as he entered the locker room. Jared just walked to his corner and minded his own business. He grabbed his towel and headed into the stalls, picking the one he had already cum in. No one took any of the stalls adjacent to him. As he washed himself down, some of the guys continued to take jabs at him, but he paid them no mind. He still had a shot. That's all that mattered.

Jared ended up being one of the last ones to leave the locker room. He slipped on his black graphic tee and ended up slipping his boxer briefs back on, grunting a bit from the instant discomfort. He pulled up his jeans and left the locker room, walking across the hall to knock on the coach's office door. "Come on in." Coach Erikson shouted.

The young colt stepped inside. The entrance was kind of narrow, with the right wall being a closet. He had to take a few steps before he could turn the corner to see the coach sitting behind his desk. He looked around at the office. The first thing that struck him was the multitude of trophies lining the shelves on all four walls of the room. The second thing he noticed was that there was no natural light. The one window in the room, which was to the right of the coach's desk, was covered in calendars and pictures. "Sit down." The coach said, gesturing to the lone seat in front of his desk.

Jared did as he was told, dropping his backpack and duffel bag to the side of the chair before sitting down. He thought this meeting was supposed to be a good one, telling him he still had a chance, but there was a stern look of disapproval on the older stallion's face. "Are you cutting me?" Jared asked.

"Maybe." Coach Erikson said. "You did alright, but tell me something. Why did you go commando?" The older stallion asked. The question took Jared by surprise. "You did the first half of the tryout with undergarments on, correct?" Jared nodded. "So, why make the switch?"

"I, uh..." He never thought it possible, but Jared could feel his face turning red under his black fur. How was he supposed to answer the question and not sound like a pervert to the coach?

"Go on."

"Well, um, I...I thought I did decently in the drills, but I...I know I could have done better. I think I could have had the top spot in the shooting drill."

"You did nail those threes during scrims."

"Y-Yeah. That's because I, uh, well, wasn't wearing underwear." Jared said. "During the first half, they were kind of a, well, a distraction."

"How?" Coach Erikson asked, leaning forward a bit.

"I, uh, when I was training over the summer, I, uh, never really wore underwear. I actually, um...I don't really wear underwear at all."

"You go commando all the time?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Why?"

"It just feels more comfortable. I, uh..." Jared paused as he thought about divulging more to the coach, but so far, Coach Erikson hadn't shown any disgust or hatred towards him. So, it was enough of a green light for the colt. "I'm kinda big down there and wearing underwear, it just kinda gets in the way. Makes things uncomfortable."

"We could tell." Coach Erikson said, making Jared gulp nervously. "So, why not go commando from the start? Why put on underwear?"

"I didn't think it was appropriate to go commando during the tryout."

"But you did anyway."

"Y-Yeah."

"I see." Coach Erikson leaned back in his chair, his eyes overtly scanning the colt's body. "Do you regret it?"

"Going commando?"

"Yeah."

"Um...kind of?" Jared replied. "I mean, I got my shots, but after Eric blew up on me, no one really gave me the ball."

"I will have to say, it is the first time I've seen someone with...cum stains on their shorts during tryouts." Jared blushed harder out of embarrassment. "Shane informed me of a few rumours about you. Tell me, boy, do you touch yourself in class?" Jared was ashamed of the answer. He didn't wanna say it, but this air of authority that Coach Erikson had made the colt not want to lie to him either.

"Yes." Jared admitted. "But I swear I don't make it obvious or anything. I just rub it through my pants, that's all!" He said, trying to defend himself.

"Unlike what you did at the movie theater." Jared lowered his head.

"That wasn't my finest moment." The colt said quietly.

"So, you actually masturbated in a public movie theater."

"Yes." Jared admitted.

"And Shane also informed me you did so in one of the locker room showers today?"

"Yes, sir."

"What would possess you to do such things?" Coach Erikson asked. Jared sighed and looked down at the ground. How was he supposed to explain himself when even he knew it was kinda gross?

"Coach, I..." He paused as he thought about the best way to explain. In the end, he figured there was no pussyfooting around the subject. It was best to just be straight about it. "I get really, really horny a lot, Coach." He admitted. "Like, I know it's normal for boys my age to have urges, but over the summer, it got really bad. I'd spend days just, um, tending to myself."

"Jerking off."

"Yes, jerking off." Jared said. "Every time I try to ignore it, it just comes back harder. At the movie theater, I hadn't jacked off all day and I usually jack off a few times before I even get out of bed." He confessed. He knew this was too much information, but he had already started. He couldn't lie about the details now.

"This does sound like just normal teenage boy behaviour."

"No, Coach. You don't understand. Like, I need to cum at least 10 times a day, I swear. When it gets really bad, I can touch 20 times and still go. It's unnatural. Not even my dad understands it." Jared explained, his cock throbbing a bit just thinking about those days when he did pump out 20 loads. Coach Erikson raised an eyebrow at the confession.

"Tell me something. These urges, do you enjoy them?"

"Huh?"

"When you do the deed, do you like it?"

"Of course. Doesn't everyone?"

"But you seem troubled by it."

"Well, yeah. It's not normal. Everyone makes fun of me for it. I mean, I pulled my dick out in a theater because of it."

"But when you jacked off in the theater, you liked it."

"What?"

"Did you enjoy jerking off in the theater?" Coach Erikson asked. Jared stared at the older stallion blankly. Did the coach just seriously ask him that? And the bigger surprise was that he didn't have an answer. Everyone was so quick to tell him how gross he was for even doing that that the colt never even reflected on how it felt.

"I mean...I guess. It was a pretty big load." Jared confessed, his cock hardening faster as he thought about it. He placed an arm down on his leg, hiding the massive outline of his cock in his jeans.

"Which brings me back to the underwear situation. If you enjoy these things so much, why wear undergarments for the first half today?"

"It wasn't appropriate." Jared answered. Coach Erikson shook his head. "What do you mean?"

"I think you need to stop worrying about what others think." The coach told him. "When you were commando, you played well out there."

"But no one would pass me the ball."

"That speaks more to their own lack of judgment."

"I don't understand."

"It's simple, Jared. I think you need to stop feeling so much shame about what you enjoy. So what, you like to jerk off. Nothing wrong with that." Coach Erikson told him. Jared's jaw dropped a bit. He wasn't expecting that at all. Everyone had told him how sick he was. He never thought someone would see his urges as a good thing.

"But then Eric-"

"He called you out for having a big dick. Now, son, I don't how it is nowadays, but when I was growing up, having a big dick was a good thing." Coach Erikson said, laughing as he grabbed at his own crotch. "Take more pride in it. That's what's stopping you right now." He explained. "You spend so much of your mental capacity worrying about how you come off to others. Just imagine what you could do if you instead used that energy on yourself. Don't let these other kids get to you."

"Are...are you serious?" Jared asked, in complete disbelief. Was Coach Erikson basically telling him to be a pervert? "So, you're saying if I want to touch myself, I just should?"

"Look, Jared. Some people would die for the kind of pleasure you feel. You got something everyone else don't got, so celebrate it. It's a gift, not a curse." Coach Erikson told him. "Be proud of it. You can start by moving that arm." Jared blushed again as the coach clocked his erection. He looked at the older stallion nervously for a few moments, but those words really resonated with him.

For the last few months, everyone had told him how shameful it was to enjoy touching himself so much. That he had to change his habits. That it was wrong. To finally hear that nothing was wrong with him, that it was indeed a blessing to have such an elevated libido, it felt like a weight being lifted off his shoulders. So, he moved his arm, revealing the large outline in his jeans and the wet spot forming on the inside of his thigh.

"There you go." Coach Erikson said with a proud smile. Jared returned the smile and involuntarily rubbed his cock through his pants. The older equine looked down at Jared's lap, prompting Jared to look down as well, catching himself rubbing his cock. He chuckled at the older equine. They stared at each other for a few moments, as if Jared was asking him permission to continue. Coach Erikson nodded. "Go ahead."

Jared sprung to his feet, unbuckling his belt at the same time. He tugged it off and popped the button open, letting his jeans and underwear fall to the floor. He groaned as his cock was freed, his eyes closing as he wrapped both hands around his very erect 12-inch cock. "Fuuuck." He moaned as he pumped his dick. He drooled pre-cum all over the front of the coach's desk. A blissed out smile stretched across his lips as he shamelessly humped his hands, moaning uncontrollably at finally feeling no guilt for jerking off like this.

When the pleasurable sensations leveled out, Jared opened his eyes again to see a proud smile on the older stallion's face and his hand on his crotch. The young colt shifted his gaze towards his hand and moaned when he saw the gigantic outline down the side of Coach Erikson's track pants. "Holy shit." Jared said, slowing down his pumping to make sure his eyes weren't deceiving him.

Coach Erikson laughed at the reaction. "Like I said, it's a gift." He told his student. "I get it, Jared. We're stallions. There really is no better feeling to us than shoving your cock in something." He said. Jared had never really considered himself being into men before. All the porn he watched was straight. And yet, he couldn't look away from Coach Erikson just groping himself in front of him. It was so hot.

His eyes followed his coach as the older stallion stood up and circled around the desk to stand in front of Jared. Coach Erikson loomed over him like the statue of a man he was, the colt barely at chest level. That enormous erection stretched the fabric of the coach's track pants, begging to be freed. Jared's body acted on its own, the young colt pressing his body up against his coach's. He groaned as he pressed his cock up against the older male's bulge and firm body.

Coach Erikson grunted as Jared humped his leg, the colt loving how good it felt to rub his cock against something like this. His arms wrapped around the older stallion's muscular body, tugging on it, using it as leverage so he could thrust harder against his coach. His face was buried in that strong chest, taking in long whiffs of his coach's insanely intoxicating manly musk. "There you go, son." Coach Erikson grunted. Each cry of pleasure Jared let out, Coach Erikson matched with an encouraging groan of his own.

The older stallion finally moved his hands to the colt's hips, caressing them for a few moments before sliding them back, grabbing the colt by his ass. Jared had never been touched there before, but fuck, did it feel amazing. Everything about this moment was driving him crazy. The feeling of Coach Erikson's hands on his ass and his body against his cock, the sight of his own cock throbbing wildly and drooling enough pre-cum to create a puddle by their feet, the sound of Coach Erikson's sexy grunting and that strong, masculine musk. He wasn't sure when he started, but he was licking and sucking at Coach Erikson's nipple through his shirt.

The coach groaned more for the colt as one hand slipped between the teen's ass and took hold of his large balls. "Mm. Got a nice set of nuts on you too. Feel real full." He told the teen. "You'll have no trouble at all breeding someone with fat nuts like these." He said, groping and fondling the teen's balls, making the colt's legs tremble from pleasure in the process.

"Fuck, Coach. I want that. I want that so bad. To breed someone." Jared panted as he continued to lick at the coach's nipple. Coach Erikson decided to help him out, lifting up his shirt so the teen had direct access to his nipple. Jared attacked it, latching onto it and sucking roughly at it, making his coach whinny slightly.

"What's stopping you, son?" Coach Erikson asked.

"I can't just walk up to someone and stick my cock in them." Jared said as he pulled away from his coach's nipple and slowed down his humping, wondering where his coach was going with this.

"Who says you can't?" The coach said. "You're not supposed to whip your cock out in a movie theatre, but you did it anyways."

"Yeah, but I'm not hurting anyone when I do that." Jared replied. This time, Coach Erikson took a small step back so he could get a full view of Jared. Then, he gripped Jared's cock with one hand firmly. He squeezed it gently, making Jared moan and spurt pre-cum.

"You ain't gonna hurt anyone. Not in the way you think. We're stallions, Jared. People want our cocks. Sometimes, it just takes a bit of force to make them realize that." Jared's eyes went wide as he confirmed what the coach was talking about. Coach Erikson saw the worry on the colt's face and stroked Jared's cock faster, fogging up the colt's mind with pleasure. "Because of this right here, you don't have to play by the world's rules." He said, squeezing Jared's cock again lightly, making Jared's legs wobbly again. "If you want something, it's already yours. You just gotta take it."

To demonstrate his point, the older stallion gripped the back of Jared's head and pulled him in close for a deep, hungry kiss. Jared was too shocked to react. His first kiss was with a guy, and it was his potential coach nonetheless? His coach's bigger, stronger tongue dominated his mouth, forcing Jared's tongue to play with his. He snapped out of his stupor as Coach Erikson slapped him hard on his ass, making him groan out into the kiss.

With the shock of the kiss gone, the pleasure rushed through him, making the young colt melt into the older male. He pressed his body up against the older, stronger stallion, groaning into the kiss as his coach manhandled his body. He did his best to keep up with his coach, but it was his first time doing anything like this. He just followed his coach's lead, rolling their tongues together, rubbing his cock along his body and running his hands all over the older male's muscles.

Then, he felt something push inside of him. Jared broke the kiss to cry out in pleasure as his coach forced a finger inside of him. "C-Coach." He moaned out, grasping at the older stallion's shoulders. He'd never had anything back there before, and although it hurt, it felt so good. The way that finger pushed in and out and circled around inside of him drew out moan after moan. Soon, his body was pushing back against it like it was the natural thing to do. "Fuck, Coach. T-That feels so good." Jared moaned.

"Call me Victor, son." Coach Erikson replied.

"Fuck, Victor." Jared moaned again. His hands traced down to the older equine's bulge, groping it through his pants. It felt massive. He wanted to see it. He wanted to see if it was as big as it felt. So, following Victor's advice, Jared went after what he wanted. He grabbed the waistband of Victor's pants and yanked them down.

"Holy fuck." Jared took a step back to admire the monster he had just unleashed. Victor's cock was nothing short of glorious. It stood proud against the tall stallion's chest, the flared head resting just between the older equine's pecs. It looked thicker than one of Jared's arms. His balls were gigantic, each the size of a baseball. And the pre-cum looked thicker than his own jizz.

And then it clicked. Jared knew where he recognized Victor from.

"You're Magnum Rex." Jared said. "You're a porn star." Victor laughed at hearing the name.

"Was a porn star. Now, I just fuck for fun." He teased, still pumping a finger in and out of Jared. "You're the first student to recognize me."

"I watched a lot of porn and your cock...was hard to forget. It's the biggest I'd seen." Jared said.

"Something tells me you're on track to get just as big, son." Victor said, pulling Jared back in, causing both of them to groan as their cocks finally pressed up against each other. Jared was huge for any age, but next to Victor, he seemed small. The man was literally double his size in every metric.

It felt so good to feel that heavy cock against his own. It was so warm and hefty and slick. Jared bucked his hips faster, his cock spurting more pre-cum from how turned on he was. Victor's cock joined in on the fun, spurting pre-cum of his own, the room reeking of their combined arousal. Jared reached up and grabbed Victor's head, pulling him down for another hot, lustful kiss.

The two stallions made out, groaning wildly into each other's mouths as they bucked against each other's cock, frotting frantically. Victor pushed a second finger into Jared, stretching his ass open more. Victor decided to bully Jared a bit, pushing the tips of his fingers up against Jared's prostate. He massaged it delicately, causing Jared to gasp, breaking the kiss.

"Victor, ho-holy fuck." Jared panted, feeling an intense pleasure he'd never experienced before. He bucked harder into Victor, his hormones racing faster than ever. "I'm so close."

"Cum hard, son. Show me what you can do." Victor told him before shoving his tongue down the colt's throat again. Jared moaned and groaned into the kiss, frotting faster and faster until he felt his orgasm approaching. He pulled from the kiss and whinnied loudly as he came hard. He shot his load all over both of their bodies, rope after rope splashing across both of them. To say they were drenched in his seed was an understatement. He was able to cover their torsos twice over completely in his teenage cum. As his seed dripped to the floor, it created a bigger puddle that actually covered both of their ankles.

Victor smiled as the colt shot his load, impressed by what he saw. He pulled his fingers out of the colt's ass and grabbed the kid's nuts, fondling them lightly, as if to congratulate them on the load they produced. "Nice job." He said, giving the colt his approval.

"That...was intense." Jared panted, his cock actually softening. It was the first time in a long time that he was able to go soft after only shooting one load. He just leaned against the older stallion, breathing heavily, weakly clinging to Victor's shoulders. He moaned softly as he felt Victor's hands roam up and down the length of his body.

"You ready for my turn?" Victor asked.

"Huh?" Was all Jared could get out before he was whisked into the air. His legs dangled as Victor positioned the colt's hole above the tip of his mighty cock."Wait, Victor. That's not-- It's way too- Ah!" Jared screamed as Victor forced the head of his gigantic cock into his tight, virgin, teenage hole.

Jared threw his arms over Victor's shoulders, clinging to him, gritting his teeth through the pain as that huge stallion cock bullied its way deeper and deeper into his body. He felt like he was being torn apart. "Victor, h-hold on!" He cried out, trying to get his coach to stop.

"Don't worry, son. Just hang on a bit longer." Victor reassured him. "Here. Bite down on my neck. It'll feel real good real soon." Jared followed his instruction, biting down on Victor's neck. He had no idea how much of his coach was inside of him and how much more was still left to go. Whatever was already in him was too much.

Until that brute of a cock slammed against his sweet spot. His eyes were closed, but he saw stars. His legs went limp for a moment, thankful that Victor's hands were on his hips, keeping him up and against the older equine's chest. His coach's huge horse cock kept ramming into his prostate over and over again, forcing Jared to let go of Victor's neck so he could moan out for him. "Ahh...Coach..." The young colt's cock hardened quickly as the pain slowly subsided, giving way to pleasure.

Soon, Victor pushed past the colt's prostate, rocking in and out of his ass as his mighty cock hit more resistance. "Hang on, son." Victor warned. Jared clung to Victor again as the older equine bucked harder into him, grunting with each thrust as he slammed his hefty horse cock up into the teen over and over again, hitting this wall of resistance inside of Jared until Jared's insides let him in deeper.

Victor whinnied as he forced his cock into Jared's stomach, bulging it out. The further Victor pushed inside of him, the further Jared's tongue hung out of his mouth. Victor continued to grunt and groan, bucking harshly into the teen until he had every inch inside of him, his heavy nuts resting against the teen's ass. "Mm...you're so fucking tight, son. Fuck." Victor grunted as he slapped Jared's ass, eliciting a long moan from him. He then immediately began pistoning into Jared's ass, pulling out enough to leave the colt's stomach, only to slam it back in.

Jared wasn't sure where he was at this moment. His vision was blurry from the intense pain and pleasure he was going through. All he could hear was the older stallion's grunts and full nuts slapping against his once virgin ass. All he could smell was Victor's musk, which was so thick and strong, he could taste it too. And above all else, he felt that big, thick horse cock opening him up over and over again, frotting against his own cock from inside his body as the stomach bulge rubbed up against his dick. He was drooling, his limbs dangling from the older stallion's body as Victor held him up with his own strength.

"Getting close." Victor warned. Jared barely registered his words, struggling to keep himself tethered to reality. His body was numb from the pleasure, letting Victor use him as he pleased, and that's exactly what Victor did. The older equine hugged the colt tightly to his chest, lifting him up and down his massive horse cock in rhythm with his breakneck thrusting, making sure he really pushed the teen down whenever he thrust up into him.

Even though Victor said he was close, it took him a few minutes at this bestial speed before the moment finally happened. Just like Jared, Victor let out a loud, ear-piercing whinny as he came hard inside of Jared. He kept thrusting into him as wave after wave of thick, warm, heavy horse jizz filled up Jared's body. There was so much cum and with Victor's cock still inside, the cum found other ways to escape. Some of it dripped down Jared's ass and Victor's shaft, some of it remained in Jared's stomach, causing it to distend, while a good amount of it moved upwards, spilling out of Jared's mouth.

Feeling the warmth of Victor's seed through the entirety of his body set Jared off, making the colt cum again all over the both of them. He had no clue if this orgasm was more intense than the last, but for the first time since puberty began, his balls felt almost empty. It was a foreign feeling that left the colt with a lazy smile on his face as he rested his head on the older stallion's broad chest.

He didn't get to rest for long. Victor tilted the colt's head up with a finger and pulled him into another kiss. It started off hungry and lustful, tasting Victor's cum on both of their tongues. But as both of their buzzes died down, so did the intensity of the kiss. As they kissed, Victor walked over to his chair and sat down, leaving his deflating cock still lodged in Jared's ass as he kept the kid in his lap.

"Fuck, I love being a stallion." Victor said as he slapped Jared's ass one more time, eliciting a groan from him. "How was that, son?"

"Mmm." Was all Jared could say. Victor stroked the teen's body, letting him recover. "Incredible." He finally said.

"So, now you got to experience, no matter how much they might say no at the beginning, they'll end up saying yes." Victor explained. Jared looked up at the older equine and nodded. The pain he went through was beyond worth it for the immense pleasure he got.

"I understand." Jared told him.

"Good." Victor pecked the kid on top of the head. "Took the breeding well too. It's a good sign. If you wanna get good at fucking, you gotta know what it's like on the other side."

"Mm-hmm." Jared replied, gently rolling his hips, groaning as he felt Victor still inside of him.

"It'll be a process, but you got a lot of potential, Jared. I don't want you concerning yourself with what these other kids are saying anymore." Victor said. Jared simply nodded, wanting not to disappoint his coach. If he saw something in the colt, he wanted to live up to it. "If you want, you can use my office to jerk off whenever you want."

"Really?" Jared asked.

"Couple of conditions first." Victor told him. "First, no more hiding that cock of yours. You're a stallion. It's time to act like one." Jared nodded. "Secondly, I want you to fuck someone in here." Jared raised an eyebrow at that. "Using your hand is nice and all, but you should be out there finding holes to stick your cock in."

"Okay. Sounds...good." Jared said. "And what if I wanted to have fun with you?" Jared asked, making Victor chuckle.

"We can still have our fun." Victor smiled at the teen, his cock hardening at the thought. His strong hands gripped the colt's hips as he bounced him up and down in his lap, causing Jared to groan and get hard as well. The colt leaned in and kissed Victor hard, so happy he found someone who wanted him to be himself.