Date: Wed, 03 Jan 2024 19:15:52 +0000 From: manbearlover Subject: Nikandros at the Gym This is a new story for the adult youth section. Donate to nifty: https://donate.nifty.org/ It was my first day as an aid boy at the city gymnasium. My name is Nikandros, my family just moved to Athens, a big bustling city with lots of other young boys to play with. I'm very excited to be able to help support my family, and meet the powerful men that frequent these exercise facilities. Lysander works for the gym too, he's a big man with broad shoulders, thick arms, dark brown eyes, and a neat black beard. He's teaching me how to serve the men at the gym. "Your first job is to oil the men. Before exercise, men cover their bodies in oil, to prepare their muscles and body for strenuous stretching." Handing me a bowl of warm oil, "Start with my legs." I dipped my hands in the oil, then slid them up Lysander's firm muscular leg. As I got to his thigh, I circled my hands around his leg so I did not miss a spot with oil. His trunk stared me in the face, I stared back at it. I went back down, got more oil, and ran my hands up his other leg, watching as his thick black hair smoothed down in unison as my hands crossed over it. "Now continue with my backside and groin. Don't be afraid to be thorough Nikandros. This is an important part of preparation for the men." My instructor ordered. I collected more oil, and reached around to his firm, large, rump. My hands ran across the large orbs, and I slipped some fingers between where they pressed together. Wanting to not miss a spot, I dove my fingers deeper, grazing his back hole and delicate parts of his inner backside. Lysander gasped, and thrust his hips towards me. His stem, flopping and making a soft smacking noise at it landed back down. "Hah - Good boy, now continue," my instructor said with a smile. I would be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to this part. I've been fascinated with the genitals of men for a long time. I only hoped I'd have the time to properly feel and explore the set in front of me. I slid my hand from instructor's butt, to his testicles, gently rolling each of them in my palm, watching them gently jostle and bounce brought a smile to my face. I knew then and there, I was going to love this job. Next I moved on to the plump shaft, tugging it forward, as I dragged my hand towards the fleshy end of Lysander's penis. Afterwards, I took a moment to marvel at the size and beauty of the organ in front of me, nearly standing on its end at this point, looking me right in the eye. "Nikandros! What did you forget?" Lysander barked at me. In a Jolt of fear, I peeled back my instructor's foreskin, revealing the pink tip, and ran my fingers across his glans and every inch of his retracted knob. "No, Nikandros the oil!" "Yes sir!" I said, embarrassed, dipping my hands into the oil and hurriedly running them up and down Lysanders' now fully erect stem. As I was applying the oil, Lysander let out a moan and almost stumbled into me. I hoped that I was doing a good job with this part of his body. With his penis now pointing directly at my forehead, I looked up at his ponderous shaft up into Lysander's eyes. This feeling made me dizzy, my large imposing mentor staring down at me, with his unsheathed sword right in front of my eyes. I felt small, vulnerable, safe, and loved all at once. He addressed me, "Now is a good time to mention this. You are at service to our patrons. Anything they ask of you, is in your power to do for them. They might ask you to accompany them or assist them in many different ways. You are a servant to the men's wishes here." Lysander sat down. I oiled his arms, chest, neck, and temple. He seemed to be getting relief from my small hands massaging the oil into him. "I'll take you to the baths, where you'll serve the men after their exercise." We walked into the baths, there were men everywhere...Their bodies glistened with oil and sweat. Towards the back wall men bathed themselves with basins of water, and servant boys refilled the basins with large jugs. In the center, there was a large communal bath, that men sat in, soaking their muscles. Towards the front, men were being dried off by boys with strigils. I learned how to dry an older man of about 30 with the Strigil. His tanned skin looked so clean and smooth once I was done with him. I also was made to fill the basins with jugs for patrons bathing themselves with cold water. As I was wrapping up my training, a man called me over to the bath. "Boy! Come sit by me, you must be tired after lifting those jugs." The man said, beckoning me. I walked over and plunged myself into the warm water, and swimming over to sit next to the man. "How can I serve you, sir?" Nestling myself next to his strong legs, twice the size of mine. He reached up, and brushed my hair to the side and put his arm around me. "You have such a nice boyish face, what's your name?" "That's very kind sir, I'm Nikandros," I replied bashfully, reveling in the closeness this man offered me. "Ah, I have a feeling you will bring great victory and passion to many men in your time here indeed." The man said, grabbing my hand, "Now lend me your hand Nikandros, I require aid only you can provide today." The man guided my hand to his penis under the water. My heart fluttered when my finger tips grazed it, and I grasped at it with my hand. Wow. It was so thick! I'm not even sure I got half of the gym patron's stem in my hand, my thumb and forefinger where on diametrical ends of the large tube. "Good boy, try to fit your hand around it..." my subjugator growled, kissing the top of my head in appreciation. Others around us chuckled. "This is how you'll learn from the men here. They'll tell you stories, and you'll lend them your body for their pleasure." As my new teacher spoke, his penis became more and more engorged, and my grip loosened on it. I couldn't see it through the water, but I could already tell it was like nothing I'd seen before. As if he had read my mind, he rose up from the water, his muscular chest dripping with water. He sat on the edge of the bath, his impossibly thick, cock, with a huge wrinkly foreskin stood upwards. "Well boy, I'll tell you a tale if you come over here and give me your hands." He announced, as I waded over to him and grasped my prize with both hands. Donate to nifty: https://donate.nifty.org/ If you liked my story, drop me an email.