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The Weight Room
by Anonymous (address withheld)

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A high school boy of uncertain sexual persuasion finds 
out that he's gay when forced to accommodate his coach 
in the locker room. (Mm, adult/teen, 1st-gay-expr, 
oral)

***

All throughout school I was very shy and didn't have 
any friends. By the time I got to High School, I 
noticed I was looking at the guys the way they said 
they were looking at the girls, but I was too afraid to 
do anything about it. Then, in tenth grade, my social 
studies teacher, who I liked very much, announced one 
day in class that he needed a man-ager for the track 
team, which he coached. I don't know where I found the 
courage, but after class I went up to him and 
volunteered.

The job was real easy, mostly to go along to all the 
meets and keep the scores. If the guys did well, they 
wanted everyone to know, so I instantly became well 
liked by most of them. There was one guy who had been 
nice to me even before. His name was Gary. 

Gary was 16. He was taller than most of the guys in my 
class, had dirty blonde hair, which was rare back east, 
was built real big and was very good-looking. He told 
me one day that the only reason he was on the track 
team was to keep in shape until football season, then 
in a kidding way he remarked on how bad shape I was in. 

He said I should start coming to the wrestling team's 
weight workout with him. It was after wrestling 
practice every day, and since practices for both teams 
were at the same time, some of the guys from the track 
team went to it. I said OK, and that day after 
practice, I changed into my gym clothes and met him in 
the weight room. I was real happy to finally get a good 
excuse to be in the locker room with the guys!

The wresting coach was one of the gym teachers, the one 
I had for gym the year before. Never having been 
athletic, gym teachers were usually scary to me, but 
Coach Brown wasn't. He was real nice and friendly, not 
mean and nasty the way gym teachers usually were. 

Coach Brown was there at the workout, and when I 
explained why I was there, he took the time to show me 
the correct ways to use the weights and the Universal 
Gym, and occasionally came over to me to point out when 
I did something wrong. I kept going to the workouts, 
and the Coach continued to be very encouraging, 
commenting on my progress and praising me when I'd do 
something good, like increase a weight amount.

The weight room was a small, square room wedged in 
between the locker rooms, the wrestling room and the 
showers, and was probably originally only meant to be a 
storage area. After about a half an hour, it would 
start to get pretty hot in there, and most guys would 
take off their T-shirts. I don't remember who did it 
first, but one guy took off his shorts and was working 
out only in his jock strap. 

One by one, the other guys took their shorts off, too, 
and when my friend Gary took his off, off came mine! 
Gary had a hard-on under his jock, it was almost poking 
out the top. I got one too, but so did a few of the 
other guys, and everyone just kept working out, now a 
little bit harder!

When Coach Brown came back in and saw what was going 
on, he encouraged it, telling us how, in Ancient 
Greece, they used to workout naked. But he said that if 
we were going to do this, everyone had to have a 
spotter all the time, for safety. Gary and I usually 
worked out together, and this just made us come in 
physical contact more, as he would lean over me real 
close to help me down with a heavy weight bar, and 
things like that.

One late afternoon after getting back from an away 
track meet, I was hanging around the gym office and 
Coach Brown came in. He asked me why I hadn't worked 
out today. I said that the guys never work out after a 
meet, and he said, "Yeah, but you just went along, you 
didn't get any exercise. You should work out today." 
Then his voice got serious as he said, "Suit up and 
meet me in the weight room!"

I changed as fast as I could but he was already there 
when I came in. It was real late and there was no one 
else around. "You got in here real fast. You need 
someone to take charge of you, to be in command, don't 
you?" 

I was looking at the floor. I didn't know what he was 
talking about, but I really craved this man's 
attention. 

He raised his voice as he repeated, "Don't you?" 

"Yes," I said quietly. 

"You say YES, SIR to me, asshole!" 

"Yes Sir!" I said.

He ordered me to take off my gym suit. I left on my 
jock strap as we had done before. "Jock, too!" he said. 
"I'm going to work you just like the Greeks used to." 

I got a hard-on very fast, but it went right away as he 
worked me hard on the weights, not giving up, not 
letting me rest. I was sweating real hard, but he kept 
ordering, kept encouraging, saying, "Come on, you're a 
man, you can do it." 

Then I was on my back on the mat doing sit-ups, with 
him kneeling at my side, holding my ankles. Every time 
I did a sit-up, I stared right into the big bulge in 
his crotch. I got real hard again, and he saw it, but 
he ordered me to keep on going. Finally he let me stop 
but he didn't let me get up. He looked at my hard 
teenage rod and said, "You like being close like this, 
me touching you?" 


I was too embarrassed to answer. 

"DO YOU?" he asked again loudly. 

"Yes Sir," I replied.

He let go of my ankles and ordered me to kneel on the 
mat. Then he stood right in front of me with his crotch 
right in my face. He grabbed the back of my head and 
pulled my face into the front of his sweat pants. 

I could feel him getting hard. Then he moved his foot 
until it was pressing against my hard-on. He ground my 
face into his basket. "Do you want it?" he asked. 

I moaned, "Yes, Sir."

Coach Brown opened the draw string on his sweats and 
pulled them down, and then his jock. His hard cock 
sprang up immediately. It was the first time I had seen 
a man's cock, as opposed to another boy's, and it was 
beautiful! It was uncut, real thick and about eight 
inches, although at the time it looked to me like a 
foot and a half! 

I was real scared and I didn't know what to do. He took 
hold of my head again and brought it up against his 
magnificent cock. "Have you ever sucked on a man's 
cock?" "No Sir, I haven't. But I really want yours, 
Sir!" 

I started to open my mouth to take it, but he pulled my 
head away and said, "I'll bet you do! Tell me how much 
you want it first. Beg me to let you have it!"

"Please, Sir," I begged. I was almost crying. "Please 
let me suck your cock, Sir, please!" 

He made me beg him a few more times, then he pulled me 
close to him and I sucked him in as far as I could. The 
taste and the smell of cock and sweat were 
overwhelming. I was just barely holding on. "Do you 
jerk yourself off?" he asked. I Nodded yes without 
releasing him. "Pull on your cock now," he ordered. 

I started to moan as I got close real soon, and he 
fucked my throat once, twice and on the third time he 
screamed as he came down my throat and filled my mouth 
with his cum. I came all over the mat at the same time. 
Then he pulled out of my mouth, and told me to go 
shower up and go home, it was real late. Later, alone 
in the shower room, I jerked off again, splattering the 
tiled wall with my teenage cum.

He smiled at me the next day at the workout, and didn't 
seem to mind that I wasn't working too hard. We never 
had the chance to be alone again, but that wasn't the 
last time I saw action in the weight room!

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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