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This story is part of the "Nick's Big Pecs" series and was written in response to Part One by a buddy of mine, John from Chicago. Let me know what you think of the story and I will pass the comments on to John. Also I'm interested in sharing fantasies, stories or real life experiences with guys who are turned on by guys with big muscular pecs or possess a big set themselves. Write me (Dave) at acepecs@usa.net NICK GETS TOP TRAINING Chapter 1 Gary Bauer had trained a lot of fine athletes at Central High School over the last 15 years in a variety of sports and had a number of fine boys who considered him almost their second dad. Most of them though agreed that his training methods were sometimes pretty harsh or out of the ordinary, but you couldn't argue with the trophies and ribbons his boys brought home to him in wrestling, cross country, swimming, and gymnastics. But what only a few on them knew was that Coach Bauer had been taping the goings on in the showers, locker and weight rooms for years. One of the few sexual rules that Coach Bauer followed was that he didn't touch any of his boys until after they graduated. And even then, he only went after the very best. "Hey, what do you think of this one?" Coach Bauer swiveled around on his chair, "Christ almighty, Scott, get in here and shut the fuckin' door!" "What's wrong? What did I do?" "Come 'ere." Coach Bauer came from behind his desk, grabbed Scott by the back of his head, clamped his other hand on Scott's perfect bubble butt, forced Scott's mouth open with his tongue and began grinding his crotch into Scott's actually lifting him off the ground. Scott let out a moan of pleasure and relief. Though he'd graduated from Central 5 years ago and had been Coach Bauer's all time winning gymnast, sometimes Coach still came down pretty hard on him. He was back now as the Assistant Coach in charge of gymnastics and cross country, while training for the next Olympics. When Coach Bauer showed up at his freshman dorm room in college so long ago, Scott wasn't too surprised to find Coach fucking him like a jack rabbit within an hour. He had been gay as long as he could remember and Coach Bauer was very much to Scott's taste in men. Coach B towered at 6'1", had 230# of hard hairy muscle, could just about hypnotize you with his very deep and sensual voice, and from what Scott could see while in high school, especially when Coach wore one of his singlets, a dick to be proud of. What Scott didn't know at the time was that at 5'7", wearing 140# of chiseled gymnast muscle, sporting a smile that could harden just about anyone's nipples, he was a contender for Coach B's wettest dreams. Though Scott was now only 22, he had seen a lot of action with other men. Most of the time, Scott didn't even wear clothes that showed off his body. He had an aura that attracted many people and had his pick of partners throughout college. Occasionally, Scott would put himself on display. Once at a gay dance club, Scott got carried away during a particularly long dance mix and found himself in the center of the room, moving to the music in a manner way beyond dancing that only his trained athletic body could perform, stripped down to a really old and frayed jockstrap he'd worn in high school. When the music ended, and Scott slowed down, panting hard with his hands on his hips, he realized that in addition to being coated with sweat, droplets of cum were running down his muscles from the men who had stood around in a circle watching him, beating off. Some came without even touching themselves. "Scott Ryder, you are one hot little blond bunch of muscle! What is this and where did you get it?" Coach B pulled himself away from Scott to admire what Scott wore. "A college friend works at a fashion house in San Francisco. He knows I'm training for the Olympics and he made some gymnast's outfits for me out of this new synthetic material. It really conforms to your body and as you sweat, it takes on a sheen that makes it look like it glows! It also becomes somewhat transparent, depending on the color used. So when I perform in public, he's made me some with a flesh colored liner that will still allow the sheen to happen but will cut down on the transparency. And the best part is that I don't need to wear a jock! The material actually supports me everywhere I need it, moves with me, and is incredibly stretchy even though it always looks skin tight. He's not going to tell anyone about this and no one else will have one since they always use the cotton/polyester ones. And as you and I know, since most gymnasts have good looking bodies, anything you can do to make yours look better to the judges can't help but add to your points. So, what do you think, Coach?" Coach Bauer had been walking around Scott amazed that just about the only way he could tell that the material wasn't Scott's skin was because of it's whiteness and by the absence of the blond hair by Scott's dick he knew was there. He realized that from 20' away, fans would be still able to tell that Scott was uncircumcised. He'd circled Scott four times before Scott stopped talking. When their eyes met, Scott took in a breath when he saw the wet spot growing somewhere down Coach B's left leg and the wild look in his eyes. "One hundred!" Coach B rasped out. Scott went into auto pilot and began the routine Coach B usually saved for kids caught fooling around in class. It started with 100 jumping jacks, followed by 100 sit-ups, then 100 pushups, and ended with 100 bench presses, weight chosen by Coach. Most kids fell apart during the sit-ups and instead had to come in on Saturdays and wash the gym mats. Scott had been one of the few who could finish the routine, though not without effort. Coach B took his shoes, tank top, jeans, and jock off during the jumping jacks and immediately began stroking his hard dick while drinking in the sight of Scott's pecs hopping up and down while his dick began sneaking out of its cover. Coach continued his jacking while sitting on Scott's ankles during the sit-ups. Each time Scott came up off the mat he found his face inches away from Coach B's now dripping cock. Scott had always been proud of his form during pushups. Each time he went down, he'd barely graze the mat with his nipples and then pump himself back up. But this time, Coach B laid down next to Scott and while still pumping his own cock, he reached under Scott's belly and gently, moving toward rough as the pushups went on, reached up each time Scott came down he massaged Scott's now twitching hardness. By the time Scott got on the bench, he was so drenched in sweat that Coach could see every muscle clearly as if Scott was wearing nothing. Scott was determined to do his 100 reps for Coach. What he hadn't planned on was Coach B shoving a finger up his ass. Meanwhile Coach was transfixed realizing that he was on his way to finding Scott's love button up his asshole, and he was doing it through the stretchy material! Coach found his mark when Scott was barely halfway through the bench presses. He'd only put 80 lbs on which Scott would normally be able to do without much effort, but with the state he was in, both Scott's blood and focus were being drawn to his steel hard pulsing rod. Coach played with Scott pressing up against his prostate every 5 lifts. And each time, Scott's face twisted in determination, while his dick twitched and hopped upward as if it weren't covered with any material. Coach was sweating like crazy as he watched the frenzy that Scott was in. Coach jabbed Scott's prostate while screaming out hoarsely each rep of 90 through 100. By 96, Scott began making one long low noise almost like a death rattle. When Scott dropped the bar in place at 100, he grabbed and twisted his tits, let out a howl, and pumped six shots of cum that flew right through the material onto Coach B's twitching cock. Coach Bauer picked up the almost unconscious Scott and threw him back on one of the mats, face up, sat on Scott's chest, and fed his long hard snake into the blond muscle god's mouth. Subconsciously, Coach Bauer knew that he'd never really hurt any of his boys and that he was so close to popping that he'd be done in no time but he had to get there whatever the cost. Scott breathed through his nose as well as he could as Coach's dick forced its way back and forth down his throat. His face turned red, his eyes started watering, whatever noises he was making came out as a watery gurgle. Saliva pumped out of his mouth each time Coach rammed in. It only went on for about 60 seconds. Coach pulled halfway out, "Scotty, I'm there!" and shot round after round of cum into Scott's mouth. Much of it bubbled up and out of Scott's mouth. Coach scooted back on Scott's body, panting heavily, and discovered Scott was still hard. He began to gently rock his ass cheeks caressing Scott's dick. Soon after Scott came back to his senses and realized what had just happened but before he could take the time to think about it, he once again had his focus drawn to the pleasurable movements in his crotch. Coach reached down and started playing with Scott's pecs. "C'mon, buddy. Make my ass wet and sticky! Shoot that juice, my hard little muscle boy!" Scott was surprised at how quickly the finish line came into sight. He arched his back, lifting Coach off the ground, and did what his coach asked him to do. He came through for his coach, once again. "Well, your friend wasn't shittin' you, Scott. You can see just about everything once it's all wet and when your cum sailed right through it, I tell ya, I'm surprised I didn't shoot right then. Why don't you go take a shower in my stall back here; I want you to look at something afterwards. I didn't hurt you, did I, Scotty?" "No, not really. I know you'd never hurt me, Coach. Everything you do to me and for me, I know is meant to make me a better man and I appreciate it." Scott leaned forward and began to gently nibble on one of Coach B's nipples. "Whoa, horsy! Take off your saddle and go soap up. It's getting late and there's still something I want you to see." Chapter 2 Scott came out wearing a towel and saw that Coach had his VCR set up; he knew what was next. Scott wasn't as much of a voyeur as Coach was, he preferred his sex to be real, hard, wet, and physical. For Coach's birthday 2 years before, Scott talked a few of his friends into making an amateur porno film with him. Though it wasn't the best quality, Coach really liked it. Scott also knew that since Coach B had cameras running in the showers, locker room, and weight room all the time, he usually ended up editing some stuff together that sometimes was pretty interesting. "I've had my eye on this one kid, Nick something. He's a sophomore and only 15 but you'd never know it by looking at him. This guy is built like no other kid I've ever had, but he hasn't gone out for any sports. can't figure that out. His file in the main office says he has a younger brother in junior high, and his dad, that's it, mom died when he was little. His last name is Greek but even without having that, you'd know it as soon as you saw him, that dark hair and smooth olive skin give it away. What can you tell me about him." "You got most of it. He's kind of a loner and I agree that he's got one special body. I've tried to have conversations with him, but he usually seems nervous or maybe not interested. He's physically developed way beyond most college athletes and I gotta tell ya, when I had him while I was student teaching last year in PE anytime we played basketball, I made sure his team were the Skins! That boy has some pair of tits; if he were a girl, he'd be prom queen all 4 years of high school. But he's no girl. He's got a thin layer of baby fat in a couple of places but everywhere else, including just underneath the baby fat parts, he's hard as a rock. I had to wear my jock with a cup in it on those basketball days, he made me so hard. Those tits bouncing over his cut abs were amazing. And when he got sweaty, well, I think we all did! Funny thing, the other kids seem interested or something in his pecs also. Anytime he'd make a basket or block a shot, his teammates would congratulate him by patting one of his pecs, sometimes they'd even squeeze a chunk of one." "Well, watch this." Coach hit the Play button. What followed was 30 minutes spliced together of Nick and some other guy who turned out to be his younger brother Gerry doing all kinds of things to each other. Coach B's tapes didn't have sound but even without the moans and grunts that were surely going on, it was one hot tape. The longest segment was the first one, in the shower. They soaped each other up and just watching the hands moving over those 2 man boy bodies was pretty exciting. Gerry, at 13, could have passed for 18 anywhere. He was a little taller than Nick, but not as chiseled. He was on his way though to a great set of pecs! Gerry made his way around his big brother and began finger fucking him. Besides Nick's dick sticking up almost 90 degrees, you could see that he was getting off on the jabbing by the way he held his head back with his eyes glazed. At one point he must have given Gerry an order because Gerry pulled his finger out of Nick's chute, moved back around in front of Nick, and began punching Nick's man tits. Nick kept the flesh relaxed and it was incredible to see how the punches moved out in waves over much of Nick's upper body. Gerry was saying something to him, it looked like he was yelling some derogatory remarks, while punching harder and harder on Nick's pecs. Nick then called something out and Gerry stopped the punching and his mouth bit down on Nick's left tit. At this point Coach switched to the camera that was filming from Nick's rear and you could see by the way his smoothly muscled butt was flexing that he was cumming and cumming and cumming. The shower was on the whole time so we could only see a trace of the cum on Gerry's chest. The rest of the tape was a shorter scene in the locker room where Nick was seen posing naked in front of the full length mirror. He seemed to really enjoy watching himself striking different poses. Coach B grunted each time Nick tensed and then relaxed his man tits, and he seemed to do this a lot. The tape ended with another Nick/Gerry scene in the weight room. It looked like the 2 of them had been working out for a while when the scene started because they were both very sweaty and breathing hard. Each wore gym shoes, white socks, and a pair of baggy gym shorts. Whatever work they had been doing must have been leading up to this final routine. Gerry took his shorts off and got on the bench press. He was hard and pretty big for a 13 year old. He started bench pressing the bar as Nick stripped and then actually positioned his ass over his brother's stiff prick! Nick was saying something as he gradually impaled himself on Gerry's dick. Nick then started moving up and down on his brother's dick and sometimes when fully anchored, he just kind of rocked in a circular motion. At some point they both seemed to be aware of, Gerry stopped lifting the bar up and down and rested it on the brackets. Nick leaned forward and grabbed the weight bar, his tits were then hanging over his brother Gerry while sweat seemed to almost shoot out of his nipple onto Gerry. And then something really incredible happened. Gerry started punching Nick's man tits. This went out for about 2 minutes. Then Nick tensed his pecs. They became rock hard and Gerry started punching them even harder, and faster. Nick seemed to be bellowing and alternately gritting his teeth. We couldn't tell if Gerry shot his load, but Nick, because of the way he was leaning forward, shot his load directly below his chin, which then dripped down into Gerry's hair. It was really hot. The tape ended and Scott realized he had been grinding his fist into his crotch, "God! I've never seen anything like that. You could make thousands just selling that. What's going on here? He's so quiet and nervous around me and he is so uninhibited on the tape. And I had no idea the kid was into this kind of stuff, and I don't think 'into it' even begins to describe this kid's needs. When did he and his brother do all this?" "I was hoping you be interested once you saw the tape. These all happened on weekends when we open up the place to the neighborhood; apparently, these 2 kids are very good at knowing when a room is 'available' or not. This Nick kid has the makings of a real athlete and I want to help him see that. Now that we know all this about him, I have a plan. Do you have any more of those singlets made out of that material?" "I have 2 but I can get more easily." "Good. Get 2 that we'll give to Nick, and get one for me. Make them some color close to his skin color. The only difference between the 2 for Nick is that one should be cut real low in the front, the other just regular, OK? Make mine any color you'd like to see me in!" "No problem, Coach. I can probably have 'em in a week. What's your plan?" "I'll let you know as it develops, sweet cheeks. In the meantime, play dumb. You blonds can do that pretty well, can't you?" "We may be dumb, but I'm only 22 and I can keep my dick hard a lot longer than some old folks I know...." "Why you little bastard, you!" Coach jumped up but Scott was too fast and ran out the door to his office where he could change. Coach rewound the tape and pulled his zipper down. Chapter 3 "You wanted to see me, Coach?" Nick stuck his head in Coach Bauer's office. "Sure. Come on in, Nick. Have a seat." Coach Bauer was glad he was seated behind his desk right then because he got hard as soon as he set eyes on Nick in the flesh. The kid really did look like a Greek god, and only 15! He was wearing a pair of cutoffs and a pullover long sleeve T-shirt that did absolutely nothing to disguise the fact that the kid had tits bigger than any woman on the faculty. They swayed sensuously as Nick walked to the chair in front if Coach B's desk. "Thanks for coming, Nick. I won't beat around the bush. I think you've got tremendous potential as an athlete and I'd like to talk with you about maybe doing some training or going out for a particular sport. I've never seen anyone built like you, and certainly no one as developed as you are at such a young age. If you trained here, with me and Coach Ryder, there's no telling what kind of accomplishments you'd make." Nick was embarrassed. He was proud of his body and was always open to doing things that would make people like and appreciate him. But how could he tell the famous Coach Bauer that he didn't go out for any sports because he was gay and afraid that he'd be found out? He knew that he had a great body and was in pretty good shape. In fact a secret dream of his was to win a bodybuilding championship before he turned 21. But that was a plan he shared only with his father. Right now, he had to figure out what to do about what Coach Bauer just said. Coach had figured in many of his jack off fantasies and he was so attracted to Coach Ryder that he almost passed out the few times Coach Ryder had talked to him in the hall. He wanted the coaches to like him, but he didn't want them to find out about his being gay. "I don't know if I'd be any good in any sports. I'll admit, I've thought about it, especially gymnastics. But I'd never be able to come up to your standards, and especially not Coach Ryder who's iin training for the Olympics! Coach Bauer decided that he needed to cinch this by getting close to Nick but he didn't want Nick to see his hardon. He quickly walked around to the front of his desk and squatted next to the chair where Nick sat and put an arm around Nick's shoulders. "Kid, trust me. You've got the build to do just about anything and I've trained a number of all state people in different sports. You're different from everyone who's ever gone to this school. You're more developed than any 18 year old I've ever seen - and I've seen plenty - and you could do well in almost any sport provided you got the right training and you had the desire. I can see desire in your eyes, and I'm offering you the training." Coach suddenly realized that even with all the discipline he had developed while in the marines, he might break a rule with this Nick kid and not be able to wait till graduation. Nick couldn't pull his eyes away from Coach Bauer. "Okay, I'll give it a try. What do I do?" "Great!" Without thinking, Coach Bauer grabbed one of Nick's man tits and squeezed it. But he stopped himself from apologizing when he noticed a look in Nick's eyes that said he was content, and Coach's mind flashed back to the tape and the look on Nick's face while his brother Gerry punched those same tits in the shower. "That chest of yours is something else" said Coach B as he walked back around to his chair with his dick pumping our precum like there was no tomorrow, "I don't think I've ever seen a guy with pectorals so developed. Does it run in your family?" "Kind of. My dad thinks it's important that my brother and I keep in good shape. He actually has us on a special diet and exercise program at our home gym...but I still want to work with you and Coach Ryder, really!" "Okay, Nick. Be here on Saturday at 10 AM and be ready to work off that Greek ass of yours!" "You got it, Coach." Nick walked to the door, then turned back, "I really appreciate your interest in me and I'll do my best to not let you down." Nick flashed a row of perfect teeth at Coach Bauer, and then walked out. After the door shut, Coach Bauer released his aching dick, stared at the door saying, "Nicky, I'm always up when you're around." and pumped himself furiously while images of Nick and him on the weight bench flew around his head. "Aaaagggggghhhhh! Nicky, Nicky, Nicky!" Coach B moaned as he fired 5 long shots of thick ropy cum in the air. As his breathing returned to normal, he noticed that the cum had landed on his desk, "Shit, all over my lesson plans!" Chapter 4 Coach Bauer began a regular training routine with Nick that started that next Saturday and then every day after that. Nick seemed so eager to please Coach Bauer and Coach B was so pleased to see what a natural athlete Nick was. After a couple of weeks, Coach B found it somewhat perplexing, and certainly sexually frustrating, that Nick never took his T-shirt off. He always showed up to work in gym shoes, white socks, gym shorts, and a baggy T-shirt. Coach Bauer worked Nick really hard running, calisthenics, aerobics, weights, pushups, sit-ups, chin-ups, and stretching. Nick would be dripping with sweat when it was over. Three Saturdays later, it got to be too much for Coach Bauer, "Nick, for God's sake, take your shirt off! You've been running around this track for a half hour in this heat, you're panting like a dog in heat, sweating like a stuck pig, and your shirt is plastered to you. Take it off or you'll pass out!" Nick stared at Coach Bauer and then slowly removed his T-shirt. Coach B was not prepared and suddenly he was the one who almost passed out. Nick stood there with his chest heaving. The sweat that had been soaking up in his T-shirt quickly glistened over his upper torso and legs. "I'm sorry Coach. It's just that I feel kinda funny about how I look when other people can see me." Coach Bauer grabbed a very surprised Nick by the back of the neck and shoved him very roughly, "Get in my office...now...you ass wipe!" Nick walked quickly toward the locker room, pretty shaken. Each time Coach Bauer caught up with him, he gave Nick a shove, "Keep moving!" Once inside the office, Coach Bauer pushed Nick toward the full length mirror on one wall. "Strip!" Coach B ordered. Nick unlaced his shoes, pulled them off along with his socks. Coach Bauer was really angry. He couldn't wait and he pulled Nick's gym shorts and jock down with one hand. "Step out of them!" Nick did as he was told and Coach B threw the sweaty clothes in a corner. "Now look at yourself. You have got one fuckin' terrific body! Look! You've got muscles on top of muscles and you should be proud to show them off to anyone. These abs of yours are a gift from above. Your legs are magnificent, you could win a horse race with these thighs. Your back and ass are out of this world. And those tits...let me tell you about your tits...those are real man tits!" Coach grabbed one from behind in each hand. "Do you know how lucky you are to have these? There are plenty of people - women and men! - who would give just about anything to have them - or maybe just to be able to touch them!" As Coach Bauer continued to move his hands around Nick's fleshy pecs, Nick leaned his head back on Coach Bauer's chest and sobbed, "I'm just so ashamed." "Ashamed of what! You're a natural athlete, you've got the desire to win, and you've got a body that was made in heaven! I don't get it, Nick, what's the problem?" "I'm gay," Nick sobbed uncontrollably. "So am I, Nicky. Calm down." Coach B continued manipulating Nick's man tits. Coach purred in Nick's ear, "I failed to mention that you have a terrific dick also, shaped just right for fuckin' and suckin'!" Coach reached down Nick's sweaty body and grabbed Nick's lengthening dick. "Look at me!" Nick focused on the reflection of Coach Bauer in the mirror, trying to make sense of what Coach had just said to him and deal with his growing horniness. Nick relaxed against Coach Bauer's chest. Coach B still had his other arm around Nick's chest and began playing with one of Nick's nipples while stroking his cock with the other. "Nicky, you are so fucking gorgeous, and I'd do anything to make you feel good. What do you want me to do, baby?" "Fuck me, Coach, fuck me and make me glad I'm built the way I am!" "Okay, muscle boy, first watch me warm up as I do the one hundred." Coach Bauer stripped and did 100 jumping jacks never taking his eyes off of Nick, whose dick stuck up and out in front of him, hard as a steel girder. Coach B then started on the 100 sit-ups grunting each time he sat up and saw Nick's sweaty body in front of him. Meanwhile Nick started pumping his cock and whimpering. The 100 pushups followed. Nick couldn't take his eyes off of Coach Bauer's flexing hairy ass. Heaving for breath, Coach then mounted the weight bench, "Nicky," he panted, "get over here! I'll fuck you now. Straddle me." Nick of course was so excited because he was now living out the fantasy he always had when he did this with his brother Gerry. How could Coach know that this was exactly what he wanted to do? Nick mounted the weight bench and positioned his itching asshole on the tip of Coach Bauer's enormous tool. Nick stared at Coach Bauer's face, smiled, and impaled himself on Coach B's iron dick. "Oh, God, you're tight! Nick, don't move or I'll cum." While Coach B got his breathing under control, Nick continued to flex his ass muscles. Each time he did, he felt a corresponding response from Coach's love muscle. "OK, Nicky, take over!" Nick had dreamed about this for quite a while and even in his lustful state, wanted to relish as much of it as possible. He started moving up and down the dick slowly. He had found out from doing this with his brother that if he squeezed his sphincter on the way down, it caused a tremendous amount of pleasure in the other person. He very quickly had Coach Bauer making short moaning grunts. His own excitement built and he fell forward grabbing the weight bar, as he had done with his brother. He was caught completely off guard and howled when Coach B grabbed his tits and twisted them. "Shut up!" Coach ordered, slapping Nick. Before Nick could react, Coach B started punching Nick's pendulous Man tits that were hanging over his face. Nick went into overdrive. He pumped up and down on Coach Bauer's dick faster than you would think possible. As he felt the cum beginning to boil in his balls, he tensed his pecs. They became instantly hard. Coach Bauer, remembering the tape, knew that now was the time to begin punching harder. Nick lifted his head and choked out, "Oh, fuck, Coach. Yeah, yeah. Punch 'em hard. Keep it up. More. Harder. Much harder!" Coach Bauer was beating Nick's pecs as hard and fast as he could. He stopped the moment he felt Nick tense up and sit up straight. Cum started shooting out of Nick's dick like fireworks on the 4th of July! As Nick shot, his anus pulsed over the Coach's own dick, and got him to the point of no return. Nick felt the huge spurts of cum that Coach shot into him. They were certainly more satisfying than what he got from Gerry. Nick fell forward onto Coach B's cum and sweat covered chest. His open mouth sucked hungrily at Coach's tongue. Coach's dick felt really good up Nick's chute and Nick started caressing the softening member by flexing different muscles inside his ass. Coach B moaned through the lip lock and got hard again. Nick sat back up, peeling himself from Coach B's sticky hairy chest, and began massaging his own pecs, "C'mon Coach, let's get there again. You can do it. Do it for Nicky. Do it for all your boys." Nick limited his movements to a gyrating motion with Coach fully inserted. "Nick...your body...so hard, so beautiful, so fuckin' amazing!" Coach reached and grabbed Nick by his waist and took over the movements. Nick continued to sit up straight rubbing his tits and moaning. Coach felt more energized than he had in years and actually started lifting Nick's body up and down, controlling the fucking. Cum boiled in Coach's balls and as he felt himself go over the edge, he pulled Nick by the arms toward him and chewed into Nick's left man tit. Coach pulled so hard and fast that his rock hard dick popped out of Nick's ass, leaving Nick's anus wildly contracting, and he began shooting thin watery jets of spunk into space. Nick was too surprised to make any noise. The combination of being ripped from Coach's fire hose and the sucking and biting going on at his breast got another load pulsing out of his Greek pillar into the space where his abs meshed with Coach's. Chapter 5 Nick and Coach fell into a pattern of hard exercise that always ended in Coach's office with some really hot sex. Nick was now much more comfortable with showing off his body around school and during his workouts. He'd often keep Coach hard and leaking as he told stories about how other people, mainly some of the male teachers and staff, and even a number of upper class jocks, seemed to really get off just watching Nick. "I swear Coach, I think I end up seeing more wet spots than someone working in a hospital nursery!" Nick was on the mat in Coach's office, propped up on his elbows at the end of 45 minutes of exercises. Wearing just a jock strap, he was quite the sight with his glistening sweaty body spread out before Coach Bauer, sweat dripping regularly from the tips of his nipples suspended inches out over his molded six pack. Coach Bauer walked out from behind his desk, panting and nude, picked Nick up lifting under his armpits, and shoved his cock into Nick's throbbing asshole, while sucking and chewing on the kid's neck. Nick wrapped his arms around Coach B's neck, pressed his man tits against Coach while alternately flexing them. He began mumbling into Coach's ear, "Oh, yeah, Coach, fill me up...lift me up and down, up and down, yeah, that's it. Oooohhh, did you feel me squeeze your pipe? How 'bout that one? Can you feel my pecs bulging? Left, now right, now left, now right...aaaaaaggggghhhhh!" Nick let go a full load and juicing up both sets of abs. His pulsing sphincter took Coach over the goal post. He bit down on Nick's neck, moaning and salivating, while he made a deposit into his boy toy account. Coach Bauer lifted Nick off his rod and hiked him even higher in the air to eagerly lick the juices coming out of Nick's ass and running down his hard muscular legs. He then set Nick down on the mat, went back behind his desk, sat down, and opened a drawer. "In a really short time, Nick, you've shown me that you've got the determination and drive to make it. You mentioned to me earlier that you were interested in gymnastics. Are you ready to work with Coach Ryder?" "I'd love to work with Coach Ryder! But gosh, he's an Olympic contender and there's no way I could come close to meeting his standards." "Stop selling yourself short, Nick. Remember I trained Scott Ryder, and I think I know him well enough to say that you won't have that much trouble meeting Scott's standards. He knows what hard work is and he knows how much it means to show support for young talent. Here, take these." Coach Bauer handed Nick the 2 singlets that had been made for him. "These are something new and they may actually help your training. A friend got them for me and says that they're made of a new synthetic material that gives you support all over, you don't even wear a jock with these!" "Will these fit me, Coach? They look pretty small and flimsy." "Don't worry, the material will stretch to fit any body and it won't rip. Go ahead, take your jock off, and put one on. You'll see." Nick happened to choose the one that was cut higher up on the chest. He was amazed at how it really did stretch yet didn't feel confining at all. He adjusted his dick and started walking around Coach's office. "This feels like I'm not wearing anything but I can see that I am!" Coach smiled as he watched the young Greek parade around his office. The sweat was already making the outfit transparent in spots and Coach B almost started drooling as he watched the muscles all over Nick's body bunch, tense, and release as he walked. "Nick, I want you to wear it for the next few days...24 hours a day, always have it on under your clothes, shower in it, sleep in it. Take it off only to piss or shit. And try not to beat off, will ya? I want you to get used to how it feels and trust the support that I know it will give you. Work out on your own at home. Get really comfortable. Anytime you'd like to switch to the other one, do. It covers up less of you, but the support will still be there. These will help your work. OK, little buddy?" By this time, Nick's sweat had made the material completely transparent and Coach would have sworn Nick was standing in front of him naked as a jay-bird. Coach also noticed the glowing that Scott had told him about. It added a strange magical look to the fine piece of young manhood standing in front of him. "Now get outa here before I eat you alive...sorry about the bite on the neck...I went a bit too far." "Don't worry about it Coach. A hickey is a hickey and I'm damned proud that you're the one who gave it to me. See ya in a few days, Coach." Nick smiled and walked out the door. "Ah, Nick," sighed Coach B as he wrapped both hands around his leaky member, "that smile sure can launch my ship, anytime...." Chapter 6 NICK: Please stop by my office after school today if you have the time. Coach Bauer tells me that you're interested in training with me and I'd like to talk with you about it. Thanks. Coach Ryder. Nick stared at the note he just took down from the Athletic board. He'd been working out at home for a few days now and had planned to stop by Coach Bauer's office after classes to work out with him and get his rocks off. Besides having done his best to follow Coach B's request about not beating off, he had been feeling particularly horny all that day. Having done his best didn't mean that he hadn't fired his bazooka. Nick quickly adjusted to the new type of singlet and discovered that first day when he got home how it became transparent when he was sweaty. When he noticed it in the full length mirror in his workout room at home, he stopped exercising and stood looking at himself in the mirror. He realized that he looked naked and his dick was throbbing. Trying to keep his mind on training, he got back on the mat and started his squats. Part way through he turned and did them facing the mirror and got really turned on by what he saw. He'd never even imagined what he'd look like doing squats in the nude, but he couldn't take his eyes off what he was watching. The material was so stretchy that Nick's dick was sticking straight out and as he went up and down, he could actually see the clear sticky precum oozing through and flying around the room off the tip of his dick like fishing line. It got to be too much for him and Nick stood straight up prepared to rip off the singlet, grab his tool, and pump the shit out of it. But he was too late, his dick took on a life of its own and began some really fierce pumping as he faced the mirror. The cum flew as if there was nothing blocking it! It splattered over and over in loud thwacks against the mirror. Nick stood there shaking and staring at the white globs as they slid down the mirror. Nick figured that he should go see Coach Ryder but he was very nervous about it. Of course Nick knew nothing about the relationship between the coaches and he assumed that Coach Ryder was straight as an arrow. Once again, fear of his gayness being discovered added to his anxiety about meeting with his blond fantasy man. But he figured that he didn't want to pass up on this chance since it was Coach Ryder asking him to come. "Excuse me, Coach Ryder?" Nick caught Scott as he was walking toward his office. "Nick! Good to see you. I miss having you in PE. Did you get my note?" Scott eyed Nick and realized that even though he'd only been working with Coach Bauer for about a month, and even with clothes on, he looked even better than Scott remembered him in the tape. His faded jeans were pretty tight and the plaid denim shirt tucked in the jeans made Nick's shoulders look incredibly wide and his waste just as incredibly narrow. And then there were those pecs that seemed at times to defy gravity. "Yeah, that's why I'm here. Did I catch you at a bad time?" Nick couldn't help but stare at his fantasy man who was right in front of him. Scott was barefoot and wore a pair of baggy red nylon running shorts and an old tank top from his college. Nick could tell that Scott's body was really chiseled and knew there wasn't an ounce of baby fat anywhere on his muscleman, something he really envied. Coach Ryder put his arm around Nick's shoulder, "No, I was actually hoping you'd show up soon. C'mon in, guy," he said as he ushered Nick into his office. Coach Ryder's office used to be the dance room till they built a bigger one so he joked with everyone that he asked for it specifically so he could always keep his eye on himself since all 4 walls were covered with mirrors. The sprung wooden dance floor was still there and he had to warn people if they were wearing street shoes that it might be a bit slippery. "So I understand that you might be interested in working privately with me on gymnastics training." Nick's eyes popped open wide, "Gosh, Coach Ryder, when I talked with Coach Bauer, I told him that I had never been very much into sports but that I might be interested in gymnastics. Working privately with you was not really what I had in mind." Scott thought for a minute and decided to take a gamble, "I guess Coach Bauer maybe overestimated your commitment to be a gymnast. I know he thinks very highly of your potential. Guess maybe it was more his desire to see you as a gymnast than your actual desire to be one. I'm really sorry I've wasted your time, Nick." Scott started to walk away from Nick to the chair behind his desk. Nick panicked, "No, no, Coach Ryder, I would like to be a gymnast. But I've never really had any kind of training, and, well, you're so good at it. I mean, heck, you're training for the Olympics! You're Scott Ryder! I was hoping that there'd be a slim chance that you might let me work out with the team. What you said just now about working with you privately kinda threw me. I mean, there's nothing I'd like to do more than get some one on one coaching from you! But there's just no way, no way in hell...uh, excuse my language Coach Ryder, that I'd ever be able to be good enough for you. If you're gonna work privately with someone, it should be someone who's already a good gymnast." Scott felt like ripping Nick's clothes off that very second and giving him the fuck of his life. Those puppy dog eyes looked so forlorn and he just seemed so vulnerable right then. Controlling himself, Scott sat on the edge of his desk, "Come over here, Nick." Nick took a few steps toward his dream god. Scott then stood up right in front of Nick and quickly removed his tank top. Nick had never stood this close to Coach Ryder before, and the sight of so much exposed Ryder flesh pretty much paralyzed Nick. "Look at my body, Nick," said Scott turning a couple of times as he continued, "Yes, I'm in training for the Olympics and I've got a good shot at the team because I've got the right build and I love the sport. Do you see any fat anywhere? Put your hand on my back. Feel the muscles move as I lift my arms up and down? And now my abs, feel them. I'm not even tensing them and they're pretty hard, aren't they, Nick? Grab my pecs. Go ahead, don't be afraid, grab them. See how in their natural state they're pretty firm? Feel how hard they get when I flex them? See how when you put a hand on my thigh, you're touching a couple of muscles rather than what would normally be just your run of the mill thigh?" Nick followed Coach Ryder's instructions as if in a dream. He couldn't help himself from doing a bit of caressing while he was supposed to be just touching. He was drenched in sweat and he felt his dick getting really stiff. "Take your shirt off, Nick." "What?" "I said, 'Take your shirt off', I won't bite. Trust me, Nick, I've got a point to make." Nick took his shirt off forgetting that he was wearing one of the singlets, the lower cut one. It was already pretty transparent." "Where did you get that singlet?" "Coach Bauer gave it to me. It's some new kind of material that's real supportive and real stretchy. He told me that wearing it would probably help my workouts - he got it from some friend." Scott thought to himself, "Why that old devil. He just wanted to see as much of this kid as possible all the time," and said to Nick, "I've got a couple myself that Coach Bauer gave me too. I didn't know he gave some to anyone else. And he's right about the way they help your workouts." "No, leave it, Nick." Scott stopped Nick from pulling the singlet down from his shoulders. Though he wouldn't mind watching Nick naked round the clock, he was fascinated by what this low cut transparent singlet did to Nick's chest. The material of course clung to the hunky kid's body but the strap on either side stayed very thin well below Nick's pecs and pressed them ever so lightly. The strips of material seemed to have little strength yet they held Nick's gigantic man tits in place. The thin transparent strips actually made it look like Nick's pecs were ready to explode away from his body. And the now heavy breathing that the kid was doing seemed to make them move almost in slow motion. "You've got a great body, Nick. If you'd like to be a gymnast, I could help you become one. Turn around. Lift your arms. You've got a really strong back," Scott slapped Nick's back a few times, "Turn around. Your abs are in fine shape and I can see even through your jeans that you've got the kind of legs that will support gymnastic work just fine. Nick, Coach Bauer wouldn't suggest to me that you might make a good gymnast unless he knew you would. And I can tell by looking at you that you've got the ingredients!" Scott stepped closer to Nick, "These pecs of yours are somethin' else. You'd need to be careful that they won't get in the way of any of your routines." Scott finally was able to touch them. He held them up to check their weight and gently bounced them while talking, "How firm can you get these?" Nick couldn't believe that the subject of his so many of his beat off sessions was actually handling his tits and he responded to Scott's question the only way he knew how. "Holy Christ! These are rock hard! They many not be a problem for you after all." It was Scott's turn to be amazed. Though he remembered seeing Nick tense his man tits in the video, it was something different to actually have his hands on them at the same time. Nick's dick was straining against his jeans and pulsing with a mind of its own. Scott saw the wet spot and took advantage of it by continuing to manhandle Nick's pecs, "Relax them, Nick. OK, make 'em hard again. Yeah, that's it!" Without thinking, Nick groaned and shot a load down his pants leg. Scott's playing with his tits was just too much for him. He pumped and pumped, flexing his ass, eyes shut, mouth open. Scott got hard just watching the kid. "Are you OK, Nick?" Scott asked as Nick showed a rather bewildered look on his face, "Did you cum?" "What!!??!" "It's OK Nick, don't be embarrassed. You were just responding to physical stimulation. I shouldn't have been touching you so much. It's happened to me before. Please forget about it. It's natural. Why don't you go home now and think about working privately with me. I would like to work with you, but it's your decision." Nick put his shirt back on, quite shaken, "OK, Coach Ryder, and...I'm really sorry about what I did." "Nick, if you apologize again for your body responding the way any other man's would, I'll beat the shit out of you! You're a teenager! You've got more control over what you eat for lunch than you do over what your dick is going to do each minute. And stop calling me 'Coach Ryder', 'Coach' or 'Scott' is what I'd prefer. OK, kid?" "Sure, Coach, see ya soon." Chapter 7 Nick had rehearsed his speech all day, "Come in," said Coach Ryder as Nick knocked at Scott's office door the next day, "Nick, I'm really glad you came back. So, what do you think?" "Coach Ryder, I mean, Coach, I'd really like to work with you. I think you're the most amazing athlete I've ever known and it would be a real honor to be able to learn anything you'd like to teach me." Nick stared hard at Scott's face trying to figure out if what he said was the right thing or not. Once again, Scott found that he had to control himself from jumping on top of this Greek god wearing a pair of gym shorts and a really tight T-shirt, "OK, Nick, let's start the training now. But the ground rules are that you do what I tell you, without questioning it. Understood?" Nick's eyes lit up and he flashed his brilliant smile, " Yes, sir! I mean, Coach, or Scott." Scott walked with Nick to the weight room and took him through a very rigorous set of exercises. He was really impressed at how well Nick did. Of course, Nick would have done just about anything to make his now "private coach" happy. Scott brought Nick back to his office. "This next part is really important. Pay attention." Scott stood behind his desk, doing his best to hide his very hard condition. Watching Nick work out in the weight room was something else. Nick stood in front of Scott's desk wearing only the singlet that he had first tried on in Coach Bauer's office, of course the workout had it completely transparent at this point. The slight glow coming off of the singlet caused Scott to really have to focus on what he was saying. "Spread you legs, Nick, arms relaxed at your side. OK, now close your eyes. Breath as evenly as you can. I'm going to put some music on and I'd like you to start moving around to it. Open your eyes as you start moving but don't focus on anything, just be aware of your surroundings so you don't bump into something. When I stop the music, you stop. When it starts again, you start moving again. OK?" Nick nodded his head. Scott put on a dance mix CD he had borrowed from a deejay he knew at a club he frequented when he was in college. Nick started moving to the music and very quickly revealed that he had a fine sense of rhythm. He followed Scott's instructions and made sure he didn't bump into anything but other than that he was in his own world. And from Scott's observations, that world sure seemed to be a very sensual one. Nick did a lot of gyrating of his hips and would often grab his tits, sometimes twisting the nipples. Each time Scott stopped the CD, Nick went rigid. As he breathed heavily, his pecs would undulate up and and down. Twenty minutes later, it was too much for Scott as he watched Nick and all his reflections in the mirrored walls surrounding his office. He stripped off his clothes and stopped the CD one last time. Nick froze with his arms in the air and his legs spread. His cock had been hard for a while and precum dripped from his tip and his pecs heaved with his breathing. Scott walked up to Nick, put his arms around him, and clamped his open mouth onto Nick's. Nick's body responded by sucking at Scott's mouth and grinding his dick against the hard gymnast's body. "Nicky, I've been wanting to do this for soooooooo long," Scott rasped, "It's OK, Nicky. I know all about you and Coach Bauer." "What the...?" Nick pulled back from Scott. "What the 'what', Nick? I'm crazy about your fuckin' body and I can't help myself. C'mon, buddy, let's get it on, now!" Nick again stopped thinking, surrendered to an urge he didn't completely understand, and locked his mouth back onto Scott's, sucking his tongue hungrily. He couldn't believe that this blond god was so hot for him. "Get that singlet off, now!" Scott ordered. He threw Nick on his back onto one of the mats, "Tongue me!" Scott yelped as he landed his ass on Nick's face. Though Nick had never done this, he stuck he tongue out and began lapping at Scott's asshole. Scott responded by flexing his anus and moaning. Scott flipped around, sat on Nick's man tits as a cushion, and shoved his dick down Nick's throat. "Oh, Nicky, Nicky. Take it! Suck it! Suck the cum right out of me!" Scott pumped in and out of Nick's mouth and throat, very much like Coach Bauer had done to him. The difference here was that Nick really did suck on the dick that invaded his throat. He really wanted to please Scott. Scott put his hands behind him on Nick's stomach, lifted his ass off of Nick's pecs, and pumped his rod faster and faster in and out of Nick's mouth. "Oh, baby, your mouth is sweet!" Scott grunted as he moved in and out. The veins in Nick's bright red neck were bulging and moved each time the gymnast's dick slid in, "Here it comes, babe, suck my muscle juice down." Nick followed orders and while anchoring himself by holding on to Scott's tight little waist, he swallowed so hard and fast that Scott could feel Nick's throat opening and closing around the tip of his dick, as if Nick was trying to pull the dick into his stomach along with the cum. Scott jumped up and stood over Nick, with his legs spread, raked Nick's sweaty body below him with his eyes. Nick propped himself on his elbows, "You knew? I don't get it, and you're gay?" Scott sat back down on Nick's crotch, "Nick, I've had my eye on you since the first time I had you in PE last year. You can be a great sports stud if you want, and with that body of yours, why I'd be happy watching you do just about anything. Yes, I'm gay, so what? Is that a big deal for you?" "Coach...I'm gay too. It's just that I never imagined that you would be too. I...I've...I've always really liked you. A lot of people tell me what a great body I have but yours puts mine to shame. I wish all I was muscle, like you," Nick paused and his eyes dropped from Scott's to the uncut resting cock nested now in the ridge of his six pack. "And I've never seen a guy who wasn't cut. What's that feel like?" Scott smiled and stood up, "Get up, Nicky, I want to show you something." Nick got up and Scott stepped in and put his arms around Nick, kissing him with his mouth open. Their bodies pressed together, mouths and hands exploring as much surface area as possible. Nick was not that much taller than Scott, but obviously had a fuller frame, their dicks were about evenly matched, though Nick's was noticeably thicker. As they pressed their sweaty naked bodies together, their dicks lined up next to each other. Each man also opened his eyes and got even further turned on by realizing how much more they could see of each others bodies by looking at any of the mirrors on the walls. Scott pulled away. "Wha...What are you doing?" Nick slurred as he tried to pull his blond muscle boy back against him. Then he felt Scott's hand on his dick and looked down. Scott had lined up their dicks with the tips touching each other. And then he did something that amazed Nick. Scott held his own dick and moved the loose uncircumcised skin forward, covering Nick's cock! He put his other hand around Nick's back to hold him in place. As Scott moved his foreskin back and forth slowly, Nick got so turned on, he started to shake. "It's called docking, Nick...you like?" Scott said through his panting. Nick's eyes were wide open staring into but yet not focusing on Scott's eyes, a low grunt sounded from his throat and he reached for Scott's nipples. As Nick began twisting the gymnast's nipples, his body began to shake even more. Scott couldn't take his eyes off Nick's huge man tits that had sweat literally spraying off of them as Nick shook feverishly. Scott pumped furiously and Nick suddenly stopped shaking and went rigid. Scott threw his head back, "Uuuuuuugggggggghhhhhh!!!!!!" and shot. Nick couldn't believe the intensity of feeling in his dick right at that moment as he also gave up his load. Nick looked down and watched their combined cum first bulge inside their covered cocks, and then gush out as Scott continued his back and forth motion. The cum dropped to the floor splattering their feet and ankles. "So what new reindeer games are my little boys playing?" Nick and Scott whipped around, unlocking their cocks, to see Coach Bauer standing inside the closed office door. Coach Bauer had just walked in not knowing his two favorite boys would have gotten it on so quickly. Though he had fantasized about the 2 having sex and then his joining in with them, seeing the 2 of them standing there facing him with their eyes looking downward, as if they had just spilled their milk or done something else wrong, gave Coach B an incredible rush. Nick and Scott's naked bodies were running in sweat, the hair on each of their heads was plastered to their skulls with sweat; their veiny cocks along with their ball sacks hung low and heavy, relaxed after their workout. Cum dripped from each tip. Coach B could see their full wide backs in the mirrors behind them and took a step sideways so he could also see how the backs rested on 4 of the tightest and roundest butt cheeks he'd ever seen. "How 'bout letting the old guy join?" Coach Bauer stripped his clothes off and walked up to his 2 boys. He stood between them, an arm around each shoulder, towering over Nick and Scott with his hairy body, "Look at the cum you got all over the floor? You shouldn't waste your spunk like that, shame on you two," Coach B moved his hands around and grabbed a dick in each hand and started pulling on them, "Ah, you two can make this old coach very, very happy." Coach Bauer let go of Nick's fat dick, kept pumping Scott's, and eased his other hand up and down Scott's ass crack. Scott greeted Coach B's finger in his ass with a moan. "You want your coach's dick up there, little muscle boy, do you?" "Oh, yes, coach, please," came through Scott's gritted teeth. Coach pulled his finger out, squatted slightly and pushed in slowly. Scott's ass clamped down almost hurting Coach B's dick. Reaching around, Coach B began kneading Scott's firm abs with both hands and put his mouth to Scott's ear and in his low sexy voice said, "Easy, little one. I'm with you, trust me...love me...easy, baby, easy." Scott relaxed and Coach B shot all the way in. He began moving slowly in and out, keeping his hands moving on Scott's tight abs. Meanwhile, Nick stared at Coach Bauer's hairy ass and dripped precum from his rock hard dick as he watched the butt muscles work. He walked up and put a hand on each cheek to feel them working. Coach B felt the hands, lifted his head from the side of Scott's head and turned to Nick, "Go for it!" Nick didn't need any more encouragement. He pressed his dripping dick into the mounds of moving flesh and wrapped his arms around his Coach B. Coach Bauer stopped his movements suddenly, "Nicky, wait a minute! Hold...hold." All three were breathing raggedly. "I didn't think you were that big! OK, keep going...slow!" The 3 gradually found a rhythm that had them grunting in unison, no words were possible. The view each had in the mirror was incredible. Scott's pecs, abs, and thighs looking more defined than ever, Coach Bauer's strong arms working on Scott's abs while his mouth sucked hungrily on one of his ears, Nick's boy butt moving sensuously as his huge pecs flattened out onto Coach Bauer's broad back. Scott was the first to blow. Cum shot out landing 6 feet in front of him. Seconds later, as Coach B felt Scott's ass flexing while he was cumming, he went over the edge and pumped a load deep into the gymnast's body. Nick pulled out of Coach's chute, fell to his knees, leaned forward, grabbed his dick with both hands and scored the final point by shooting his load all over his own pecs. "What the hell did you pull out for, Nick?" Coach Bauer asked, turning toward the Greek god at his feet. He walked up to the now standing Nick and began massaging Nick's cum into his tits, "You shouldn't have done that, Nicky, But these tits of yours are gonna forgive a lot of things. I'm never gonna get over these things, Nicky. Tense 'em for me." Nick did as he was told and was rewarded with a big toothy smile from Coach B. "Scott, get over here. Get on the floor." Scott laid there on his back, fisting his once again hard cock as he watched Coach B manipulating Nick's giant man tits. "Have a seat, Nicky!" Nick spread his legs over Scott, facing him, and then squatted onto the stiff prize waiting to be won. Coach Bauer stood behind Nick with his dick pressed into the back of Nick's head. He reached over and continued to massage Nick's pecs. Nick began pumping up and down on Scott's tool as Scott began rubbing Nick's thighs back and forth. As Nick's tempo increased, he shut his eyes tight and lifted his head upwards. Coach Bauer grabbed onto Nick's mountains of flesh even harder watching how he worked them in the mirror. Scott watched also and as the tempo increased, he actually couldn't tell if Nick was in control of the movements or if Coach B was actually lifting Nick up and down by his man tits! It was an awesome sight. As Nick let out a scream, incredibly, Coach Bauer lifted him off of Scott's dick and help him in the air as both young fire hoses sprayed around the room. Coach set Nick down next to Scott, smiled at his boys and whispered, "One hundred, boys...." END