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