As he finished getting dressed, Chad’s ears pricked as he heard some heavy, sneaked footsteps plod up behind him. “Hey there, little buddy!”, a deep and friendly voice belonging to coach Dillan. Chad reflexively cringed at the word “little”, but soon relaxed once he realized that it came from the bulky cougar. Couch Dill could be kind of a jerk on the field, but off the clock most of the players looked up to him, almost like a big brother. Dill cared about his athletes and always took time to get to know them as individuals.
The big cougar sat down on the bench right next to Chad and draped a well-muscled arm over his shoulders. “So when are you going to tell me what’s wrong? And don’t bother denying it. A coach has a sixth sense for these things.”
Chad took in a deep breath, “Do you think I’m… smaller than the other guys?”
Dill chuckled, “I think you’re the biggest guy on the team.”
“I mean, you know…down there.” Chad eyed the spot in his shorts where his bulge would be if he were better endowed.
The cougar leaned in. “Muscles and tails aren’t the only things that vary between guys. Locker room talk is just part of the game, so you’d better get used to it. Besides, I’m sure you’re the same size as everyone else. These things are usually just in a guy’s head”.
“Heh, really? Maybe it just looks so small because I’m so big everywhere else?” Chad started to feel a bit more confident. There’s a reason everyone looked up to Dill as both a coach and a mentor. Chad briefly pulled the front of his shorts down to show the coach is equipment, hoping for some reassurance.
The cougar couldn’t help but let out a sharp belly laugh before regaining his composure. Chad’s little mushroom was by far the smallest and least developed on the team. A small, cut cock head poked out on top of a little coin purse, the rest of the shaft not visible in its flaccid state. Dill could see why the bull would be embarrassed, and he did feel a little bad at laughing. Chad shrank back, at the coach’s response, regretting opening up to the cougar.
The coach squeezed his arm even harder around Chad’s shoulder. “You know, just like big muscles, a big dick doesn’t mean anything if you don’t know how to use it.” The cougar reached into Chad’s pants and took hold of his cock, using the tips of his thumb and index finger to play with the little head. The coach’s massive fingers were too big to really get a grip on the little nub, but there were definitely other ways to show Chad how his genitals could be useful…
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