Coach came up to me after practice and asked me to stay late. He
said he saw something in me and wanted to see if it was worth developing.
So while my teammates went to
shower and change, coach ran me thru a series of stretching exercises. My bros
stuck their head into the weight room, to say goodnight, before heading out,
leaving coach and I alone in the gym. Coach loaded up the weights on the bar
and had me start doing squats. He told me to focus on my glutes. He used hands
show me the proper form. He added more weight and spotted me from behind. As I
went down, he was pressed tight against me. I could feel his cock thru his
nylon shorts, pressing against my ass. My tight singlet doing nothing to
cushion or blunt the connection. He told me to do eight more reps, until I
could feel the burn. Coach whispering encouraging phrases like “Good job, just keep doing that”, or “Nice form, you are a natural”. I
focused on the perfect form for each squat, bending at the waist and thrusting
my ass backwards, Coach’s large hands on my hips, correcting my form when I
tried to use other muscle groups to compensate for weakness. I realized that as
a result, I was grinding my bubble butt against my coach’s cock, over and over.
I could not blame coach, but the grinding caused his cock to engorge, with each
rep I could feel it pushing between my cheeks. Each time I went down, it seemed
to be bigger.
I don’t know why, but knowing
coach was “reacting” to the squats, caused me to chub up. My cock started to
get hard and tent out the front of my singlet. Since my hands were on the
weight bar, I was unable to “adjust” myself. My dick pushing the stretchy
fabric straight out. I knew from experience that when I got “excited” I started
leaking pre-cum big time.
Opening my eyes, I looked at
myself in the mirror wall. I was embarrassed at what I saw…a jock bent over
with a man pressed tightly behind him. The jocks singlet obscenely tented and a
large wet stain at the crotch. I was so embarrassed, coach was taking the time
to help me out with my training and I was boned up. Coach had a huge smile on
his face.
“Boy you seem to be getting excited by working out. That’s a
good thing, it proves that we were right about you. You are going to be a
terrific asset to the team. Now that we understand your potential, we need to
adjust your training regime to best bring out your natural skills. I hope that you are up for a lot of work. It
will require a commitment from you to do everything you are told. You will need
to follow orders without question. We will start your new training, with
stretching and large numbers of reps. It’s important that you build up muscle
memory. We will keep you going up and down, over and over until it becomes a
reflex action. We want your new skills to be deeply ingrained, so you won’t
even have to think. When you hear a command, you will instantly take the proper
form and position and get to it.”
I felt so special. Coach had
singled me out for extra training. He must really think I have potential.
“So boy, you up for this?” “Ready to start your training?”
“Yes sir, I will do anything
you ask.”
“That’s what I like to hear, excitement and commitment. Like all
training, we will start with form and technique. Once you have that down, we
can try new things. Let’s teach you a new starting position. It’s called “KNEES”.
When you hear the command “KNEES”, you will drop to your knees and grab your
ankles behind your back.”
“Like this?”
“I think so, but its hard to see your muscle form. Take off your
singlet, so I can see your form better.”
“But I am not wearing a jock,
I would be naked.”
“So what? We are both “men”, right? You get naked in the locker
room and showers, don’t you?”
“Well yeah, but…….”
“But what? Here, if it will make you less nervous, I will take
of my shorts too, and we will both be naked.”
Coach dropped his shorts and stood
in front of me proudly. His thick cock sticking straight out, inches from my
face. I could smell his manhood. It smelled like testosterone and Irish Spring.
Kinda like a stronger version of the locker room.
“Take off your singlet!”
I quickly stripped down. Soon
I was wearing only socks, sneakers and my wrestling head gear.
“KNEES!”
I immediately assumed the
position. Once again, I was staring at
Coach’s cock. It looked a little thicker and longer. I could see a drip of
pre-cum forming at the head. I closed my eyes and looked away.
“You seem to have a hang up. A boy your age should not have a
problem being naked around men. We need
to get you over this. You can’t be on
the wrestling team if you have a problem with the male physique. After all, our
job is to grab other men, roll around and grapple with them. So, we are not
leaving this gym until you get over your hang ups. Let’s start by having you
face front and open your eyes.”
I did as commanded and stared
directly at coach’s hard cock.
“See nothing wrong. It’s just a cock, kind of like yours, but
bigger.”
His cock flexed a little as
he said that, bobbing up and down in front of me.
“Go ahead and touch it. Reach out with your hand and grab a
hold. You have my permission to let go of your ankles.”
I looked up at him,
questioningly.
“Dammit boy. You told me earlier that you wanted to be trained
properly and that you would follow orders. This is for your own good. It’s
important to get over your hang ups. If you can’t even touch a cock, then you
will be of no use to the team.”
I did promise to obey as part
of Coach giving me special training, and I really didn’t want to let the team
down. So I reached out and grabbed coach’s cock. I wrapped my fingers around
the shaft. It felt similar to mine, but also, very different. It was thicker
than mine and felt solid. I think the
best description is that coach’s cock felt heavy.
“Yeah, that’s it, boy, get used to it. Move your hands around.
Feel my thighs, feel my chest. Get over your hang ups. Find out what a man feels like. There is no
reason for you to ever hesitate to be on your knees, naked, in front of a man.”
Coach was right, this was
nothing to be worried about. It felt somehow “natural” to be naked. Then I felt
him lean in. His cock pressing against my lips.
“Open up, boy.”
I did as commanded, almost as
a reflex action. Before I could think about what I was doing, I had coach’s
thick meat in my mouth.
“Now I want you to concentrate on getting the whole thing in
your mouth. Focus on making me feel good. This first time I will let you use
your hands. I will allow you to jack my cock as you suck on it, but I am sure that
soon you won’t need your hands. I am sure that, with some practice, you will be able to
get a man off with just your mouth.”
What was happening? I was
sucking coach’s cock! This isn’t right. I needed to stop this. I started to
pull back, but coach grabbed my ear guard and pulled me back towards his
crotch. He started moving me around, using the head gear as a handle. He positioned me where he wanted, slapped my
hand off his cock and started pumping in and out of my face.
“Nice hole! Just keep doing like that. Cover your teeth with
your lips and move that tongue around. Let me jerk off using your mouth.”
Coach started pumping harder,
pulling my head in every time he thrust forward.
“Now you are getting the hang of it, and just in time.”
Behind me I heard sneakers squeak
on the hardwood floor. Lots of sneakers.
“Hey guys.”
I heard Tommy’s voice behind
me.
“Wow, I guess he is a hole, just like you said.”
Coach started pumping faster
and harder, putting on a show. Saliva was dripping out of my mouth in
buckets. His cock was now able to go
deep in my throat. My nose smashing into his pubes with every stroke.
‘He is going to be a great cum dump for the team, just needs a little
training and lots of practice.”
With that Coach buried his
cock in my throat and started to shoot his load. I could feel his ball flexing against my chin
as they unloaded. He pulled out letting me taste his jizz, before pulling out
entirely and shooting a couple of volleys across my face.
“OK boys, he’s all yours.
Make sure you train him right.”
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