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by Marc W Let me set the stage for you before I get started. I am 5'5", 145 lbs., blonde haired, green eyed and a(an) all-American guy. I was 19, in my freshman year at college, and in the awkward years of my sexual awakening. Not knowing enough about what all(delete "all") I should be doing or feeling about girls, but trying to follow the lead of other guys and fit in. I do(did) know enough from what I've heard and been told that the interest and excitement I've been getting from being around naked guys in the locker room can't be normal. I come from a really small town where all the guys I grew up with and went to school with felt more like family than the people I am around now. I guess because we had spent so many years swimming naked together, having sleepovers and such that taking showers together in gym class was second nature. Kinda like seeing your brothers, male cousins or father in the nude. I never did get any strange feelings. I guess that's how straight men coexist at country clubs and in locker rooms. Seeing other males has absolutely no effect on them. With that said, here goes. It was just another day in Thursday gym glass. This is my favorite day because we are in weight training where I am improving my body and it's an individual activity that doesn't make me feel uncoordinated. I can truly be myself and actually be ahead of some other guys. The other competitive games are not as much fun because I'm not as athletic as some of the bigger jock types in my class. We are a couple of months into a self-improvement weight training contest. Everyone has to be been weighed and measured every 3 weeks and charted to see who is making the most improvement. You know, how much you can lift, how many times, 14" arms, 40" chest, etc. I'm really happy with my progress so far. The good and bad part of gym class is the showers at the end of class. I mean on one hand I love seeing most of the young studs naked, but on the other hand I am scared to death that I won't be able to control myself and end up with a boner in the shower. Then everybody will know what I must be thinking, cause nobody ever has a hard-on in the locker room. So I always try to be either first or last to hit the showers so I can avoid exposure as much as possible. I even tried to breeze by the whole shower thing from the get-go but Coach Stevens is very serious about hygiene and keeps track of everybody in and out of the showers. He is either in a chair right outside the shower entrance or watching through the window in the back wall of shower with his clipboard checking each guy off. At least at first I thought it was all about hygiene, but I think there is also a real need for an authority figure so no one does anything inappropriate from a sexual standpoint. I'm sure in this day and age the school can be sued very easily. The layout of the locker room is rather standard, "U" shaped groups of lockers with benches in front and one large tiled room with a dozen shower heads on each side and a window in the center back wall with a couple of heads on either side of that. Our coach, Jim Stevens, is very nice if somewhat of a macho man, 34 years old, married, about 6'2'', 210lbs., a successful wrestling coach and is well liked by the students and facility. I personally like him because he can hang with the macho jocks, yet has time for the not so athletics like a few others and myself in my class. He seems to understand the differences and makes everybody feel comfortable with their individual abilities and interest. That must be what got him into coaching. So anyway, as usual I was one of the last to leave the weight room and head for the shower. A couple of the big jocks left just before me but I knew their lockers are on a different row than mine. So I slowly got undressed and went into the shower, as I knew they would be finishing up soon. I made sure to be on the opposite wall because both of these guys were hot looking. Their bodies had matured faster than most guys in my class. I think they are the typical dumb jocks that are held back a grade and therefore are a little older than the rest of us. Coach was intently reading something as I passed and didn't seem to notice me. As the other guys left I was finishing up when I heard coach say "Hurry up Wilson, you're gonna be late". I turned off the water and wrapped my towel around my waist. As I left the shower coach was standing at the door and said " I've got a proposition for you, keep walking I'll explain". I was thinking great now he will be standing there while I try to dry off and get dressed and it made me uncomfortable. He went on "I was reviewing your chart and it seems you're making good progress". Thanks I said. "I think with a little extra instruction you could be doing even better". So, I'm thinking about several things as I tried to stand slightly sideways while drying off., wanting to get my underwear on a soon as possible. "Well I need some help repainting all the weight equipment before summer training starts and I wondered if you would be interested in coming in on Saturday for next 3 or 4 weeks to help me paint? In exchange I'll spend some one-on-one time with you to polish your weight routine". Wow, I thought what an opportunity, yet why me? "What do you think?" he asked. "Sounds ok to me" I said as I looked at coach. "Great, let's get started this weekend because you only have a month before the end of the contest. But, this is going to have to be our secret, because if the other guys find out, and you win, I could get into some trouble for showing favoritism to one student. You understand right?" "Sure, no problem, I want everyone to think I did this." I said with excitement, even my roommates. "But don't share this idea with any of your friends, roommates, classmates, or else someone might stop by to see what we're doing. OK?" "No problem" I agreed. "OK, it's a deal. Meet me here at 11:00 am on Saturday and we'll try to do an hour of painting and one of weights. Bring some old clothes to paint in and a fresh set of gym cloths for working out." With that coach gave me the typical pat on the ass and turned toward his office. Then the bell rang and I realized I was still in my underwear and the next group would be walking in any second. So I quickly jumped into my clothes and ran to my next class. That night and the next day I couldn't help looking forward to Saturday. I had no expectations sexually at all. It hadn't even occurred to me that there could be anything sexual about this offer or the conditions. After all I would never have thought of coach as even the least bit gay. He was the manliest of men I knew, even more so than my own dad. So, Saturday came and I wasn't sure what to tell my roommates so I said I was going to meet friends at the mall. That was a very typical weekend thing and didn't require much additional info. Off I raced to the school, taking care to go the back way so nobody could see me. Once there I went into the locker room and when I got to my area I noticed a large sports bag on the bench next to my locker. The locker to the left was open with a polo shirt, jeans and a pair of BVD�s hanging on the door. Must be coaches I figured. I changed into to my old painting clothes and headed to the weight room. As I approached I could hear the sound of a compressor trying to start. There was coach bent over the machine. I couldn't help notice the worn "coaches shorts" he was wearing, as they seemed much tighter than I had ever noticed before. I could see his well-defined ass muscles that the shorts were hugging. He obviously didn't hear me come in, but he must have felt me staring at him because he turned around, saw me and reached to turn off the compressor. As he got up to face me I could see every detail through his tight nylon shorts. I saw his dick as it extended down the left thigh, the thick shaft, a large mushroom head and the bulging balls beside it. And the well-worn tank top exposed his very manly chest, letting a firm, brown, slightly hairy nipple peek out. His round muscular shoulders, large arms and thick lats were completely available to admire. As he walked toward me with his hand extended, I realized I was staring and tried hard to focus on whatever he was saying. Something about "hey you're early.... I'm almost setup...." I couldn't get over how sexually aware of him I was all of a sudden. Maybe because I had only seen him in a loose polo shirt and much better fitting coach shorts, so there wasn't anything that outstanding or attention getting. I had no idea what a stud he was. Suddenly I snapped to reality when I felt him shake my hand and I could hear him clearly all of a sudden. "So what did you do, stay up all night? You seem kinda out of it." "No sir, I guess I'm just a little disoriented being at school on Saturday and all". Hopefully that didn't sound too stupid. I was so distracted I didn't know what to say. He seemed to accept that and proceeded to show me how to use the spray gun and explained how we are going to get things started. The system he had planned worked great and we were making good progress. Plus I got a great show watching him lifting those big 45lb. plates, flexing and bending over. Well time passed so quickly we didn't realized we had been at it for about an hour and half. "Hey, time to knock it off or there won't be enough workout time" he said. Quickly the compressor got cleaned, paints put away and we headed for the locker room. I was very nervous because I knew his clothes were right next to my locker and we would be changing in front of each other. I mean part of me couldn't wait to see him completely naked. But other side was afraid of my newfound excitement toward him. Afraid I might pop a boner in front of him. I didn't know what to do. When we got to the lockers coach immediately pull his tank top off. What a beautiful man, nice firm chest, muscular stomach, all with just a light manly covering of hair. None of which the nude boys I accustomed to admiring possessed. Then he unsnapped, unzipped and peeled off the tight shorts. He unconsciously massaged his now freed balls. They looked huge compared with what I have always seemed in my gym classes. And the size of limp penis was big than any of the boner I've the chance to see. During all this I had been fumbling with my lock as if it wouldn't open so I could stall for time and watch the show out of the corner of my eyes. But how could I undress now having seen that, it was having a strange effect on me and I was too obviously excited. Coach was fumbling for the jock in his duffel bag. Once he found it and began to stretch it he noticed that I hadn't even opened my locker yet. "What's taking so long Wilson, come on and get changed so we can get started", he barked. So I finally opened the lock, as he pulled on the jock and reach inside to adjust himself. "It's about time," he said as he pulls on a short pair of gym trunks. "I'll go grab a few towels for the benches, be right back", he said. Whew, I frantically pull all my gym clothes out, jerked off my paint clothes and quick as I could and pulled my jock over my boner and got my shirt and shorts on. Just then I heard coach returning. "Damn, that was fast. Good let's get going." Followed by that familiar pat on my ass. When we got in the weight room, he had us do the usual warm-up stretches. Then he said, "Ok, I want you to take me through your routine so I can see what and how you do things. That way I only have to correct a few things verses starting from scratch". So I began with some shoulder exercises which he watched and then showed me how he does it. Then I went again and he grabbed my arms to improve my positions. As we progressed my nerves settled and I again started to think of this sexy man touching me. His firm manly hands gave me feelings I'd never felt before. When we got to the bench press he was spotting me and I was spotting him. I mean the view I had was amazing. A thick thigh on either side of my head and with that wide stance the leg holes of his shorts were fully open. I was inches away from that huge dick I saw in the locker room. I could again see every detail through his jock sack, hair protruding on the sides and a faint musty smell. My heart was pounding and my crotch was throbbing. I could feel a strange wetness in my jock. The hour of lifting went even faster than the painting. As coach toweled sweat off his face he said "We'll have to save the lower body for next time. Let's go hit the showers" and he headed to the door. The showers, oh no I thought, I definitely can't be in the shower with him, not now, not after all this. "It's late and I've got to get going" I said. "What? It�s not so late you don't have five minutes for a shower. Come on you've worked really hard today the shower will make feel better", followed by that pat on my ass. Maybe I can go back for something in the weight room, I thought, and then have more trouble with the lock again so he can go first. When we got to the locker room door I said "I must've left my watch by the bench, I'll be right back. You go ahead." Well, I waited about five minutes, but when I got to the locker there sat coach in his jock strap with a towel around his neck. I also noticed my locker door was already open. "Since I have all the combinations I though I'd help you with that tricky lock". "Th-t-t-hhanks" I said looking rather stunned. "Hey, there's nothing wrong with the lock is there?" he asked. "No, I guess not" I said slowly. "Well what is it then, you need to trust me with whatever is bothering you. I will help you with anything. Why are you so nervous?" coach questioned. "Nothing really, I'm just shy," I said. "Look, I've been watching you all year and I've seen how you avoid being around the other guys in the locker room and showers. And I think I know why, and I do understand. I was a lot like you growing up. That's why I asked you to meet me on Saturdays. I had a coach that helped me when I was your age and I wanted to return the favor." "It is, you do, I- I- I mean...." as I stuttered not sure what to say. "Yes, I went through the same things I see you going through. Your body is changing; you have strange feelings, you discovered seeing naked guys make you horny and that's not normal so you don't know what to do. So how am I doing so far?" he asked. "You hit the nail on the head, am I that obvious?" I asked. "No, only to someone who has been there and done that." "You too coach?" I said with shock in my voice. "Yes I think all guys go through this, but 90% of them hide it well. You and I are too in touch with our feelings and fumble around being awkward. My coach saw this and helped me work it out." I wasn't sure what had just happened, my head was spinning, could this be real or am I dreaming. Then coach got up put his thick manly hand on my shoulder, squeezed and walked over to lock the door. "Don't want any surprises," he said as he came back over and sat in front of me. "Go ahead and get undressed, it's ok, it's just you and me man to man. There nothing to be ashamed of, I've seen you naked a hundred times." I pulled off my tee shirt, lowered my gym shorts and bent down to remove my jock. My stiff dick sprang free as I stood back up. "See" he said, "you're still alive and have a very nice size penis I might add. I see lots of naked young men and you have nothing to be ashamed of" he added. Then he stood up and pulled down his jock and out popped his own erection. I couldn't believe how much bigger it was than before. The veins that bulged around it were amazing to look at. "See all men get horny and some of us like to see other men, it's ok" as he put his firm hand again on my shoulder. "Would you like to touch it?" he offered. "It won't bite, but it could spit up on you, ha, ha, ha he chuckled" as he grabbed my wrist and guided my hand to his dick. It felt huge in my hand, which was only used to holding my own dick. "How thick and firm it is," I said as I began to squeeze it. "You know masturbation is like working out. Good form and lots of practice are important to building this muscle. Why don't you show me your jerking off routine and maybe I can help you get more out of it. Go ahead let me see how you handle that pole," he said as he smiled. I spit in my hand, grabbed my boner and started to thrust away. "Ok, slow down, you're not in a race, you should feel it more and enjoy it. You don't need to cum in 10 seconds. Look, like this, cup your fingers and use your thumb on the underside of the head" as he stroked his own monster dick he used his free hand to fix my fingers. "That's it - slowly. You see that juice dripping from the tip, that's called pre-cum, wipe that in your palm, it's a good lubricant" he said while stroking himself. I squeezed that juice in my hand and continued to stoke. Coach was watching intently while he pumped his own boner. I guess he could see I was getting close because he leaned forward and pinched my dick just behind the head. It hurt at first but I felt the throbbing start to slow down. "See, that's how you keep from cumming too soon and when you relax, you start pumping again. If you do this 3 or 4 times before you let yourself cum it will be the best time you ever had." He must have also been getting close, cause I saw him squeezing his pecker and was closing his eyes. He was starting to moan a bit too. After a couple of squeezes he asked if I would like to trade cocks. I said sure and quickly grabbed his. It seemed even more pumped with blood than before and I could feel it throbbing in my hand. Next I felt his strong hand encircle my manhood and begin to slowly stoke. His other hand was massaging my balls. I gasped and he quickly pinched my head, just in time. "That was close," I said. He smiled and said "hang in there you're doing great, it will be worth the wait I promise!" as he stared into my eyes. Sweat was streaming down both of us. I could see his muscle start to tense so I squeezed his big head. "That's it, you're already starting to feel the signs, good boy. Coach is gonna give you an A+ in jacking off. Mmmm, damn that's good, yeah little man you make my nuts ache." He reached over and pinched my right nipple, which sent shock waves through my body. Then he licked his fingers and did the other side. I started to feel strange, hot, and almost dizzy. I said "cccooach" and he put his finger to my lips. "Ssshhh" he said and bent forward. I had no idea what his next move was, but soon found out when I felt a fantastically strange warm wet sensation around my dick. "Ooohhhh, oooohhhh coach," I cried out, as he masterfully swallowed my entire cock. A few long slow sucks and "Aarrgh uuuuh mmmum ooohh ahhhh..." were the only sounds I could make as my cock erupted in the coaches strong, warm throat. He squeezed my ass, my balls and ran his hand up and down my tense abs as he continued to suck every ounce of boy juice he could from me. Then he raised his smiling face from my spent dick, reached up to pinch my nipple and said, "damn that was much better than the first time with my coach. You are quite a little stud" as he gripped my now semi-hard penis. "I don' know how to thank you for this coach". "You just did, trust me. But I am still in need of a little help here" as he looked down at his own rock hard cock. He had a long thick string of pre-cum hanging, so I rubbed his dickhead with my palm and then wrapped my hand around his monster tool. My fingers barely met on the other side, he was so thick. He just leaned back and said "let see what you just learned boy - show me how good of a teacher I really am, make me proud" as he reach over and massaged my shoulder. I stroked him slowly, then faster, then slowly. I rubbed his throbbing purple head to get more juice out. With my other hand I rolled his huge egg-like balls through my fingers. I saw him twitch again so I squeeze his head. "Good boy, mmmmuum" he moaned as he licked his lips. While his eyes were closed I leaned forward and took one of his large manly nipples into my mouth and sucked. "Ooohh ddammn" he cried as he arched his back. He grabbed my head and forced if down on his chest. I sucked and chewed like a mad man. As he moaned, he roughly pulled me back by my hair and thrust me down on his other nipple. I could sense a change in coach's personality; he was deeply into this now. He was kind of animal like at this point. He gripped me firmly by my ears and started to push me down his muscled stomach. My tongue bouncing over each row of stomach muscles as I went down. I could taste his sweat and smell his manly aroma. When I was staring right at his enraged cock it seemed to be bouncing it was throbbing so much. "Time to become a real man now son. I can't wait another second" he commanded. I knew what he meant but couldn't imagine that monster sized manhood in my mouth. I opened enough to stick my tongue on the tip. I was greeted with a clear, warm, sticky, salty juice. He surged back and with a quick push he shoved a 1/3 of his beast into my mouth. He twisted almost out of control beneath me as I tried not to choke. I began to suck and lick which made him even wilder. So I sucked as hard and fast as I could. He had one hand firmly behind my head and the other was squeezing my shoulder. "Here you go boy the juice of manhood, drink up my little stud" he screamed as he pushed harder on my head. Then suddenly what felt like gallons of thick, hot, salty cream gushed into my mouth and throat. I was gagging and some spilled out the sides of my mouth. I thought it lasted 5 minutes but I'm sure it wasn't. He kept bouncing his hips and pushing on my head as he fucked my face. The last few spasms of his juice slid across my tongue as I enjoyed sucking on just the big mushroom head., running my tongue through his piss slit and trying to poke it directly into the seemly huge hole that all that cum came from. I didn't want it to be over. Coach let out a huge sigh and fell completely limp back onto the bench behind him. His dick popped from my mouth and I also fell forward with my head on his stomach and his dick in my chest. He reached up and ran his fingers through my hair. After a few minutes of this we sat up and I said "how about that shower now". He took my hand and we walked into the shower and washed each other off. As we dried off and got dressed coach said "I was pretty sure about you from all the signs I remember of myself. But when you pulled that broken lock stunt to keep from undressing, and I saw the bulge in your shorts, I vividly recalled having done something similar to my coach. I knew right then it wasn't just deja vue. What I didn't know was how much better of a teacher I am and what incredible student you are." I can't wait till next Saturday for another lesson and I think we'll just skip the painting part. I just smiled and said, "you got that right!"