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THE WEIGHT ROOM
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All throughout school I was very shy and didn't have any
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friends. By the time I got to High School, I noticed I was
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looking at the guys the way they said they were looking at
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the girls, but I was too afraid to do anything about it.
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Then, in tenth grade, my social studies teacher, who I liked
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very much, announced one day in class that he needed a man-
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ager for the track team, which he coached. I don't know
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where I found the courage, but after class I went up to him
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and volunteered.
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The job was real easy, mostly to go along to all the meets
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and keep the scores. If the guys did well, they wanted
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everyone to know, so I instantly became well liked by most
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of them. There was one guy who had been nice to me even
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before. His name was Gary. Gary was 16. He was taller than
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most of the guys in my class, had dirty blonde hair, which
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was rare back east, was built real big and was very good-
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looking. He told me one day that the only reason he was on
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the track team was to keep in shape until football season,
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then in a kidding way he remarked on how bad shape I was in.
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He said I should start coming to the wrestling team's weight
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workout with him. It was after wrestling practice every day,
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and since practices for both teams were at the same time,
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some of the guys from the the track team went to it. I said
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OK, and that day after practice, I changed into my gym
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clothes and met him in the weight room. I was real happy to
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finally get a good excuse to be in the locker room with the
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guys!
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The wresting coach was one of the gym teachers, the one I
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had for gym the year before. Never having been athletic, gym
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teachers were usually scarey to me, but Coach Brown wasn't.
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He was real nice and friendly, not mean and nasty the way
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gym teachers usually were. Coach Brown was there at the
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workout, and when I explained why I was there, he took the
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time to show me the correct ways to use the weights and the
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Universal Gym, and occasionally came over to me to point out
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when I did domething wrong. I kept going to the workouts,
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and the Coach continued to be very encouraging, commenting
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on my progress and praising me when I'd do something good,
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like increase a weight amount.
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The weight room was a small, square room wedged in between
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the locker rooms, the wrestling room and the showers, and
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was probably originally only meant to be a storage area.
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After about a half an hour, it would start to get pretty hot
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in there, and most guys would take off their T-shirts. I
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don't remember who did it first, but one guy took off his
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shorts and was working out only in his jock strap. One by
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one, the other guys took their shorts off, too, and when my
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friend Gary took his off, off came mine! Gary had a hardon
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under his jock, it was almost poking out the top. I got one
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too, but so did a few of the other guys, and everyone just
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kept working out, now a little bit harder!
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When Coach Brown came back in and saw what was going on, he
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encouraged it, telling us how, in Ancient Greece, they used
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to workout naked. But he said that if we were going to do
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this, everyone had to have a spotter all the time, for
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safety. Gary and I usually worked out together, and this
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just made us come in physical contact more, as he would lean
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over me real close to help me down with a heavy weight bar,
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and things like that.
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One late afternoon after getting back from an away track
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meet, I was hanging around the gym office and Coach Brown
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came in. He asked me why I hadn't worked out today. I said
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that the guys never work out after a meet, and he said,
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"Yeah, but you just went along, you didn't get any exercise.
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You should work out today." then his voice got serious as he
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said, "Suit up and meet me in the weight room!"
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I changed as fast as I could but he was already there when I
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came in. It was real late and there was no one else around.
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"You got in here real fast. You need someone to take charge
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of you, to be in command, don't you?" I was looking at the
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floor. I didn't know what he was talking about, but I really
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craved this man's attention. He raised his voice as he
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repeated, "Dont you?" "Yes," I said quietly. "You say YES,
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SIR to me, asshole!" "Yes Sir!" I said.
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He ordered me to take off my gym suit. I left on my jock
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strap as we had done before. "Jock, too!" he said. "I'm
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going to work you just like the Greeks used to." I got a
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hardon very fast, but it went right away as he worked me
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hard on the weights, not giving up, not letting me rest. I
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was sweating real hard, but he kept ordering, kept encour-
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aging, saying, "Come on, you're a man, you can do it." Then
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I was on my back on the mat doing sit-ups, with him kneeling
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at my side, holding my ankles. Everytime I did a sit-up, I
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stared right into the big bulge in his crotch. I got real
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hard again, and he saw it, but he ordered me to keep on
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going. Finally he let me stop but he didn't let me get up.
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He looked at my hard teenage rod and said, "You like being
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close like this, me touching you?" I was too embarressed to
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answer. "DO YOU?" he asked again loudly. "Yes Sir," I
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replied. He let go of my ankles and ordered me to kneel on
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the mat. Then he stood right in front of me with his crotch
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right in my face. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled
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my face into the front of his sweat pants. I could feel him
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getting hard. Then he moved his foot until it was pressing
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against my hardon. He ground my face into his basket. "Do
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you want it?" he asked. I coursely moaned, "Yes, Sir."
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Coach Brown opened the draw string on his sweats and pulled
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them down, and then his jock. His hard cock sprang up immed-
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iately. It was the first time I had seen a man's cock, as
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opposed to another boy's, and it was beautifull! It was
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uncut, real thick and about eight inches, although at the
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time it looked to me like a foot and a half! I was real
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scared andI didn't know what to do. He took hold of my head
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again and brought it up against his magnificent cock. "Have
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you ever sucked on a man's cock?" "No Sir, I haven't. But I
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really want yours, Sir!" I started to open my mouth to take
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it, but he pulled my head away and said, "I'll bet you do!
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Tell me how much you want it first. Beg me to let you have
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it!"
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"Please, Sir," I begged. I was almost crying. "Please let me
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suck your cock, Sir, please!" He made me beg him a few more
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times, then he pulled me close to him and I sucked him in as
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far as I could. The taste and the smell of cock and sweat
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were overwhelming. I was just barely holding on. "Do you
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jerk yourself off?" he asked. I Nodded yes without releasing
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him. "Pull on your cock now," he ordered. I started to moan
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as I got close real soon, and he fucked my throat once,
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twice and on the third time he screamed as he came down my
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throat and filled my mouth with his cum. I came all over the
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mat at the same time. Then he pulled out of my mouth, and
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told me to go shower up and go home, it was real late.
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Later, alone in the shower room, I jerked off again, splat-
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tering the tiled wall with my teenage cum.
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He smiled at me the next day at the workout, and didn't seem
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to mind that I wasn't working too hard. We never had the
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chance to be alone again, but that wasn't the last time I
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saw action in the weight room!
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