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The Cyclist

"Coach, Chris said that some of the other riders have been talking about how their performance has really improved, and they said it's down your sports massage. Can we arrange sessions for Christian please?"

"Umm, he might be a little young. How old is Chris?"

"He's going on 13," Nick Wellman replied.

"Hmmm, look, the thing is, well, there's another reason why I don't lightly give a deep sports massage to lots of boys under 16. The fact is, it's a nude massage, and most boys ? and their parents are uncomfortable with that. Of course, it's absolutely above board, but I don't offer the service to everyone because it could be seen as inappropriate."

"Why does it have to be nude?" Nick asked.

"Because a lot of the massage is around the hip flexors, the glutes – that's the buttocks; and the thighs. These are all vital muscle groups for a cyclist, and releasing kinks and increasing pliability can improve performance 25%."

"25%? Wow, that's a huge difference! Would I be present during these massages?"

"Of course Nick; wouldn't have it any other way."

"How much are they and how long would they last?"

"They cost $50, and they last an hour."

"How often do you recommend he has them?"

"Well, start with once a week, towards the end of the week, and see how you go. If you are really serious about Chris's riding, and you have the money, then you could book two; even three sessions per week."

"Okay, that sounds great. If you're willing to take him on, I'll speak to him this evening to see if he's interested."

"That's fine. If you're happy with the terms. Call me to book an appointment."

After supper, that evening, Nick spoke to Chris in his room. "Hey Chris, I spoke to Coach Black about that massage."

"Great! What did he say?"

"He said you could start whenever you like."

"That's great. Can I start this week Dad?"

"Yes of course, but there was one thing. He was concerned that you might be a little young."

Christian furrowed his brow, "I don't get it Dad. How could I be too young for a massage?"

"Well, you have to be nude while he does it."

Chris looked shocked. "Nude?! Why Dad?"

"Because he needs to massage your bottom cheeks and in the crack of your legs," Nick pointed to his hip flexors. "You can't do that with clothes on."

"Oh," the boy said, his thoughts spinning. "Would you be there?"

"Yes, do you want me to be?"

"Definitely. It would be weird being naked in a room with just Coach."

"He says the massages can improve your speed by up to 25%. Shall I book a session for Friday after school?"

Christian nodded.

***

Chris stood beside the vinyl massage couch in just his briefs. There was already a towel laid out on the bed.

Coach said, "Okay Chris, if you'd just like to drop your underpants and lay on the couch on your stomach." He was deliberately matter of fact to allay the boy's discomfort.

Chris timidly dropped his briefs. Even his father very rarely saw him naked any more, and he felt very self-conscious indeed. He clambered up onto the couch and lay on his stomach, grateful that the adults couldn't see his privates any more.

Coach said, "Would you put this mask on please." He handed Chris a black elasticated sleep mask that covered the boy's eyes. "Now if you put your head in that hole, with your arms by your sides, you'll be comfortable Chris." There was a head-shaped hole in the couch. Chris did as he was told.

Coach went to work, massaging every single part of the boy's body thoroughly. Early on, Coach made him open his legs a little, and as Chris felt the cold air between his legs, he became very aware of the position of his genitals. He felt sure that Coach could see his ball-sack, and the thought played on his mind, making him tingle with uncomfortable self awareness.

As Coach worked his way up the inside of Chris's thighs, he reassured the boy, "I'm going to be going all the way up, but don't worry; I'm definitely not going to touch your ball-bag. Most boys get nervous about that the first time."

Chris breathed a small sigh of relief. That was very much on his mind.

After 20 minutes, Coach said, "Okay, turn over so I can do the front."

Nick looked up from the newspaper he was reading, and started watching. He knew that his son would be embarrassed by having to lay on full display. Chris turned and lay on his back with his small genitals facing upwards and his legs instinctively closed. Coach gently pulled the boy's legs apart again, and Chris felt even more exposed. His father could see him blushing in spite of the mask.

"Dad?"

"Just relax Chris, I'm still here."

"This feels so weird."

Coach reassured him in a calm voice, "It's only because you're not used to it Chris, you'll soon get used to it. Everyone feels a bit odd the first few times. Remember, it's going to improve your performance dramatically. Just try to breathe slowly and deeply."

Christian did as he was told. His father was so proud of his son. The kid was a real trooper, and in spite of the fact that this was a situation that would make most adults uncomfortable, he was persevering in order to be the best he could be.

Coach continued his massage, and Nick watched. The man started from the soles of the boy's feet and worked his way up. As he passed the boy's knees, Chris's short penis started to pulse in time with his heartbeat, and it gradually inflated, until it was standing up at right angles to his groin. Although they were still small , the boy's formerly white genitals had just started to take on the tan colour of puberty. His stumpy two inch [5 cm] penis now stood three and a half inches [9 cm], and was the thickness of a sausage. The boy had started breathing audibly through an open mouth, and his rigid little member twitched with every breath.

Coach made a shhh sign to Chris's Dad, and the other man nodded his acknowledgement. Coach continued his massage for a further half hour, and Chris stayed stiff as a tent peg the whole time. It was only when the man finished with a shoulder and scalp massage that the kid's little woody deflated.

As he drew to a close, Coach said, "Right, that's it. All done. You can take the mask off and get dressed."

Chris eagerly removed the mask and got off the couch.

"I just need to get some money from your Dad Chris. You finish getting dressed and we can sort out the business in my office Nick."

Nick followed Coach to his office, and Coach shut the door behind them.

"I hope that didn't embarrass you Coach. Has that ever happened before?"

Coach laughed. "Happened before? It ALWAYS happens. It's nothing to feel awkward about. The riders are very relaxed, and when I start touching the nerves inside their thighs, it causes that reaction. It's the reason I made him wear the mask."

Nick looked at him quizzically.

"To spare his embarrassment," Coach explained. "Lots of boys are not used to the feeling of an erection, so if he can't see it, he may not realise that's what was happening. I figure it's better not to open that can of worms for him until he discovers it naturally for himself."

Nick nodded, "Yes, that's a good idea." He handed over $50. "We'll see you for training tomorrow as usual…"

4 months later

Chris sat next to his Dad. They were in their car on their drive having arrived home from a massage session, and Nick was just about to get out of the car.

Looking straight ahead, Chris said, "Dad, can I ask you something, kind of personal?"

"Of course you can son. Anything you like." Nick and his wife had always endeavoured to create an atmosphere of honesty and openness in their home.

"Um, well, I was, um, well I was wondering…"

Nick waited patiently as Chris fumbled with his words. "It's kind of embarrassing."

"Hey," Nick soothed, "there's nothing that you ever need to be embarrassed about discussing with me." He stressed the word 'nothing' and gave his son's shoulder a small reassuring squeeze.

"Well, I was just wondering. That is; you know. Well, did I get a boner today when Coach was massaging me?"

"Yes you did."

"I thought so. I had this funny feeling in my privates." Christian hesitated, then said, "How long for?"

"About half an hour."

"Half an hour?!" Chris was shocked. His Dad and Coach had seen his boner for all that time!

Even more timidly he stuttered, "H… has it ever happened before?"

Now it was Nick's turn to hesitate. He was concerned that if he told his son the truth, that the boy would be too mortified to want to continue, even though the massages had produced a measureable improvement in the boy's lap times. He stuck with his policy of honesty.

"It happens every single time. But it's nothing to be ashamed of Coach says it happens to everyone."

Christian turned to his Dad, with mouth open, utterly speechless. All this time, he'd been getting boners. He opened and closed his mouth repeatedly as he tried to think of something to say. But he couldn't find the words, and in the end he gave up, and simply hung his head, crimson with humiliation.

Nick put a hand on his son's chin and turned the boy's face towards him. Speaking kindly, he said, "Chris, it really isn't anything at all to feel bad about. It's completely natural. As you get older, you'll realise that your wiener is going to get hard a lot, and often for no good reason. In fact, it will usually be hard every single morning."

Chris's eyes widened. "Really? Does yours do that?"

"Of course. I wouldn't tell you that if it didn't. It means you're becoming a man. It's a really good thing. Soon you'll discover lots of fun things to do with your wiener, and then you'll be very glad that it gets hard so easily."

Chris had taken sex ed at class, and he'd heard about sex and masturbation, but for him, they were still abstract concepts and held no personal meaning. He looked at his Dad innocently. Nick leaned forwards and gave him a loving hug and kiss on the cheek. "Seriously. It's no big deal. Now let's go get something to eat, and if you want to talk about it more after dinner, we can okay?"

Chris nodded, and they went into the house.

6 months later

Chris and Nick were on their way to Coach's house, and Chris said, "Dad, I'm going to stop having the massages."

Nick looked at him surprised. After the embarrassment with the boners, Chris had settled down, and was now having two massages a week, and his cycling performance was at an all-time high. "Oh, that's a surprise. Why's that?"

"It's the boners. They're driving me mad."

Nick smiled. "What do you mean, 'Driving you mad'? I thought you were comfortable with them?"

"Yeah, I guess I'm okay with you and Coach seeing them and all. Once I got over the weirdness. But that's not what I'm talking about. I'm just… well, I'm just sick of having a boner all the time!"

Nick grinned, genuinely surprised at his 13 year old son's answer.

"I'm not sure I really understand you then Chris. Are you saying that you don't like the feeling of a boner, or the way it looks, or what exactly?"

Bashfully, Chris said, "No, I like the feeling a lot. At first. But then I just lay there with it sticking up for half an hour, and I've got this really excited feeling, right down at the bottom of my, you know, my dick. And it feels like there's something more just waiting to happen, and it just gets stronger and stronger, and stronger, and then the massage is over and I just get up and it's super hard, and I just put my pants on and get in the car with it still sticking out, and then it gradually goes soft, and that's it. I just can't take it anymore. It's like torture. It's too frustrating."

Nick smiled, "I know exactly what you mean Chris. Do you know what that feeling is?" His son shook his head. "It means you're feeling horny. Have you heard that word before?"

"Yessss, but I don't really know what it means," Christian admitted.

Nick paused, careful about how to express himself. "It means that you're becoming a man. Your private parts will give you a lot of pleasure as you get older, and that feeling is your body telling you that it wants to finish what it started."

Chris looked at his father confused. "I don't get it Dad."

Nick smiled patiently. He hadn't expected to have this conversation quite like this.

"You know about sex don't you – you learned about it at school and we got you that DVD right?"

Chris nodded.

"Well son, when your penis gets very excited, it thinks you're having sex, or about to. It doesn't know the difference between watching a dirty movie, or playing with yourself, or actually having sex with a girl. Or a boy," he quickly added, careful to avoid stereotyping it for his son.

"The natural end to sex is a really great feeling called an orgasm. Now what you're feeling is all the excitement, but you're not getting the orgasm. So your body gets really excited ready for one, but it never happens. That can be very frustrating."

"You're right about that," Chris muttered, half to himself. Nick chuckled. "Chris, have you started to masturbate yet?"

Chris turned red as a tomato. "No!"

"Sorry to embarrass you son. I thought you were almost impossible to embarrass anymore. Well perhaps we should give it a break until you get a bit older and your body has developed a little more. But I think out of fairness, we should tell Coach the truth today before you quit, just so that he understands and he doesn't think you just can't be bothered, okay?"

Chris nodded as they arrived at Coach's house.

Chris undressed more quietly than usual, feeling as though he was letting Coach down. As he sat on the couch ready for his final session, he looked at his Dad emphatically to prompt his father to speak to Coach. Coach Black picked up on the look and turned to Nick.

Nick said, "Umm, Coach, this is going to be our last session. Chris is finding them rather, erm, shall we say, frustrating."

Coach chuckled, "Let me guess the ol' blue balls syndrome?"

Chris had never heard the expression before, and looked to his father for an explanation. His father smiled, surprised at the insightfulness of Coach's guess, "Yes that's exactly it. How did you know?"

"It's common, especially amongst the younger riders. Many of them masturbate before, or immediately after the session, and that usually solves the problem. Is that an option for Chris?"

Chris was listening to the conversation about him, and although he didn't understand the term 'blue balls', he got the gist of the rest.

Nick said, "Well, Chris hasn't started that yet. I didn't want to rush things."

"No, I completely understand," Coach said nodding, "But if his body is telling him it's ready, maybe it's time." He paused for a few seconds. Nick looked at him quizzically. "There is another option. To be honest, many of the riders use it. I don't mention it because I don't want to be inappropriate, but, this is a very common problem in this business. I have a machine that does the job that his hand would. It just pops over the top, and by the end of the massage, he won't be feeling frustrated anymore."

Nick was taken aback. "Are you saying that you have a masturbation machine?"

"It's quite a bit more sophisticated than anything you're probably imagining. It's not some $100 sex shop toy. It's actually a state-of-the-art medical device, designed for situations like this, and for use on catatonic patients. Doctors have discovered that orgasms are an excellent way to stimulate their brains. It's also used for harvesting semen in up-market fertility clinics."

Chris listened, bewildered. Nick considered the proposition. The idea of hooking his son up to a high-tech wanking device seemed very odd indeed, but, he reasoned, they'd seen the boy naked with an erection for months now, so this was hardly much stranger.

Nick addressed his son, "Chris, Coach says that he has a device that will solve your problem. How does it work Coach?"

Coach walked over to a screen, and moved the screen aside. Behind it was a device that looked similar to a dentists lighting stand, on the end was a pod, approximately a foot wide and 18 inches [30 x 45 cm] long. He wheeled the device over and positioned it where both Chris and his father could see it. Nick could see that there was a large opening at the bottom of the pod, and he guessed correctly that this was the hole where the patient's penis went. Coach undid a catch on the side, and the device opened into two halves. Inside, at the bottom near the opening, were hundreds of small soft rubber nodules, each about half an inch long. A few inches up, was a large rubber ring connected to a cylinder.

Coach retrieved a remote control from a counter and said to Nick, "Put your finger into the hole." Nick pushed his finger into the rubber ring. Coach pressed a few buttons on the remote and the ring closed to the diameter of Nick's finger, and something at the end slid down until it was touching the tip. The rubber was warm, and felt surprisingly like human flesh. Coach pressed another button, and the soft rubber lining of the hole started massaging his finger, whilst all of the soft rubber nodules began to writhe and move.

Nick looked at Coach Black, surprised. "Jeez, that's incredible. I would never have imagined that such a device existed."

Coach smiled, "Yes, it's pretty sophisticated." He punched the remote and the ring opened and the machine stopped. Nick withdrew his finger and noted that it was slick with some kind of lubricant. Chris was watching in amazement. He had not fully understood the conversation between his Dad and Coach, but seeing this machine, he was starting to get the general idea. Coach turned to him and said, "Chris put your finger in." Chris did as he was told and he was as surprised as his father at the sensations he could feel as the masturbator went to work.

After 30 seconds, Coach switched it off. Chris asked, "So I put my wiener in there?"

"Yes. I can guarantee that you won't go home feeling frustrated ever again."

Chris still didn't understand the process of an orgasm or how it would relieve his frustration. He turned to his Dad, "What do you think Dad?"

"Well son, I agree with Coach. I think that you will definitely not go home feeling frustrated any more. How do you feel about it?"

Chris considered it. It was definitely weird, but no weirder that lying on his back with a boner for half an hour in front of his Dad and Coach. "I guess we could give it a try."

"Okay," Nick agreed. "But just one question Coach. How do you keep it clean?"

"Oh it's fully self cleaning I assure you. It has a cleaning cycle that we run after each client that uses it."

"That's good. And what about any, er, fluids, that might be produced?"

"The machine collects them and I just flush them down the toilet." Nick nodded. "So where do we go from here?"

"Oh it's simple enough. I'll do the massage as usual, and when Chris's little friend raises his head, we just pop this on, and leave it to work its magic. Chris, you'll have the remote control, so you can stop it or start it whenever you like okay?"

Chris took the remote that Coach was offering and nodded, lying back on the massage bed.

Nick said, "Chris, as you've never, well, you've never had an orgasm before, I just thought I'd warn you, they can be quite intense. It feels great, but if you're not used to the feeling, it might be a bit overwhelming. You might get the feeling like you're about to pee. Don't worry – that's normal; don't fight it, just relax and let it happen. Then you'll get an even stronger feeling, and afterwards you might feel a bit sensitive, okay? Just enjoy it."

Chris looked at his father, feeling uneasy, but he trusted his Dad completely. He nodded dutifully; a nervous little boy. He laid back and Coach started the massage. At the usual point, Chris's penis hardened, undeterred by his apprehension. Coach said, "Okay Chris, I'm going to put the pod onto you now. Just relax. You're going to like it a lot."

Chris looked down at himself and saw Coach opening the pod. He slid it down over the boy's slender erection, and closed the door. The boy's genitals were enclosed, from the root of his penis to the very tip, balls and all.

"Press start when you're ready Chris."

Chris immediately pressed the button, and he could feel the tube adjusting to the length and width of his young penis. Then it started working on him. He let out a gasp, and lay back, shocked by the instant intensity of the pleasure. He could feel his penis getting even harder. The sensations in his genitals were incredible. His testicles, and much of his perineum and the shaft of his penis were being teased by the soft rubber nodules. Lubricant oozed into the pod, and the warm nodules gently waved and massaged, at the same time vibrating. Meanwhile, the rubber ring surrounding his penis drew up until it was more of a hood surrounding the boy's glans. It gently moved up and down in a traditional masturbatory motion. It had a softly ribbed lining that was gently brushing against the back rim of Chris's glans. At the same time, small rubber probes, each the diameter of a pencil, moved in tiny, slippery circles across the top of the boy's glans. One was even positioned behind his penis, and made a small figure 8 movement, unerringly tickling the boy's fraenulum from the point it connected to his glans, to the place where it merged with his foreskin.

Chris was completely overwhelmed. He lay back, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling, as he tried to come to terms with the amazing feeling in his genitals. His dick felt as though it was swelling and getting harder and harder, and his balls had never felt so good as they did now.

Nick looked at his son. "You alright Chris?" he asked. Chris ignored him, distracted. Nick repeated his question, touching the boy on the arm. Chris blinked a few times, then half turned his head to his father and gave a quick, sheepish nod, before returning to his ceiling gaze.

Coach spoke to Nick, "First time. It's pretty intense. He's got more important things to concentrate on." He smiled knowingly. Nick sat in his usual position and took out his newspaper, but he found it hard to concentrate knowing that his son was being masturbated less than two feet away from him.

Coach continued to massage the boy as usual, but after a few minutes, Chris started to draw his legs up and apart, bending them at the knees as though he was swimming breast stroke. He started to squirm involuntarily, and his breathing became more rapid. Nick looked up at his son, and he could see that Chris's gaze was a million miles away.

Suddenly Chris sat up and said, "Stop, I've got to pee right now!"

Nick put a gentle hand on his shoulder, "No you haven't son. Remember what I said."

"But Dad, I really…" Chris never reached the end of the sentence. His eyes flew wide open and he arched backwards. He pumped his knees open and closed, like a fitness fanatic working a thigh-master. He pushed back against the couch, arching and writhing, and he squirmed for a little over 20 seconds. Coach stopped massaging, and stood back with Nick and watched the boy experience his first, meteoric orgasm. As it came to an end, Chris made little pelvic thrusting motions, and it was clear that he was unconsciously trying to fuck the machine. Nick got hard watching, and he was glad he was wearing joggers and a sweatshirt to hide it.

Chris looked at his father sheepishly, his face red, but not from exertion.

"Feels amazing, huh champ?"

Chris nodded, dumbfounded. "Was that your first one?" Chris nodded again.

Coach resumed the massage, wordlessly.

"They won't all be that intense. You'll get used to them quite quickly, but they'll always feel good," Nick explained. Chris was reclining. His hair was wet and dark with sweat, and plastered to his forehead, and dewdrops of perspiration covered his body. He looked back at the ceiling, whilst he came to terms with his monumental first orgasm. The machine was still working, and he hadn't thought to turn it off. It kept him hard. He closed his eyes and allowed his breathing to slowly return to normal. His father looked at the machine; its gentle hum revealing that it was still working on his son. He exchanged a glance with Coach, and the man shrugged his shoulders with a wry grin. Nick sat down and returned to his newspaper.

Ten minutes later, Chris suddenly thrust his pelvis violently towards the machine, three, four, five times, before collapsing back to the bench. He didn't look at his father, but instead closed his eyes, and allowed it to continue masturbating him. Nick wondered if he should advise the boy to turn the machine off, but he could think of no particular reason why he should, and if the kid was enjoying his first experience of masturbation, it might as well be a memorable one.

Twenty minutes later, the boy experienced his third orgasm. It was far less powerful than the other two – his knees just gave a little flutter, and it was over. Five minutes later, the massage was over.

"All done," Coach announced. "Do want to switch that off now Chris, or we can give you a few minutes if you're close?"

Chris opened his eyes, and turned off the remote. Coach opened the masturbator pod. Chris was still hard as a nail. His penis was shiny with sticky lube. The man handed the boy a couple of tissues. Chris accepted them and wiped the lubricant off his hard dick. His balls were riding high in his scrotum. He wiped them too, then pulled on his underpants.

"How are you feeling?" Coach asked.

"Tired." Chris answered.

"I'm not surprised. Three times is enough to make anyone tired."

Chris got dressed, and his penis rapidly wilted. He reached into his briefs and pulled his foreskin back over the head of his penis.

"You can wash your hands in the bathroom," Coach said.

Chris left to wash his hands.

"Horny little guy," Coach said as soon as Chris was out of earshot. "No wonder he was frustrated."

"Is it unusual for people to go three times like that?" his father asked, concerned.

"Most go once, and a lot go twice. Some save it up all week because they enjoy this more than their hand. Sometimes some manage three times, and I'm sure they all wish they could!"

Coach reached into the machine and withdrew a small clear rubber sheath that looked like the bottom of a condom. Nick looked at it. "Did he, you know, did he, erm, ejaculate?" Coach held up the rubber for Nick to see. In the bottom were a couple of millimetres of very thin cloudy liquid.

"Just about." Coach answered, wrapping the rubber in a tissue. He closed the machine and pressed a button, and it started whirring and sloshing as it commenced its cleaning cycle.

In the car, Chris was quiet. He was leaning against the door, drowsy. "Are you okay Chris?" has Dad asked.

"Sure Dad," Chris reassured.

"What did you think of that?"

Chris dropped his chin and looking at his dad askance, he gave him a wordless, bashful smile. "It's pretty great isn't it?"

Chris nodded, grinning.

"So um, do you still want to quit?"

"No thanks Dad," Chris answered. Nick tousled his son's hair.

Coach carefully emptied the rubber into an inch-tall vial and screwed the plastic top on. He wrote out a label, "Chris Wellman, age 13, first time. April 5th 2013" and stuck it on small bottle, then he opened his freezer and placed it in there alongside hundreds of other similarly labelled vials.

In his bedroom, he turned on his computer, and lay back to enjoy the hidden camera footage of Chris's first orgasms…

The End