Date: Sun, 19 Nov 2017 12:48:28 -0700 From: Dick Jacker Subject: The Training Team 2 The Training Team Part 2 By Dick Jacker This story is fictional. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental. (And pretty freakin' amazing. If you know someone who has lived a life even remotely like the one described in this series, I would love to talk to him!) It is meant for adults only. It involves sexual contact between consenting males, some of whom may be underage. If this offends you, or you are not of legal age, or adult sites like this are illegal in your area, please do not continue. This story may not be republished without the author's permission. All rights reserved. (2017) If you enjoy this, or any of the stories available from this site, please consider donating what you can to Nifty. They work very hard to get you hard! They make reading fun! I really love hearing from other fans/authors of Nifty. Jackinbear01@gmail.com ***** ***** ***** Chapter 1 A few days after my intense sexual encounter (and my desperate plea for more instruction about man-to-man sex) with Matt in the locker room, I received short emails from all three of my physical trainers. Each note was nearly the same. I was to meet them for our individual sessions in the usual locations at the designated times. Sergei, a champion powerlifter from Russia, who was in charge of my general weight training, met with me Monday mornings from 10AM until noon. Major Stone, the retired Marine, was a certified master in several martial arts styles. He was my trainer every Wednesday from 6AM until 9AM. Matthew, the Olympic medal-winning gymnast, supervised my running, swimming and gymnastics training. He put me through my paces from 2PM until 4PM on Thursdays. All three men emphasized the need for discretion concerning our `new training goals', and each expressed their own excitement and total commitment to giving me `practical and innovative skills' to use as I `integrated my natural curiosity, ability and enthusiasm into a long-range program of self-improvement and a deeper connection with my fellow man.' I was impressed with their clever ability to make what less open-minded people would see as a completely perverted case of physical, sexual and emotional abuse of an impressionable young man by three older sexually deviant authority figures and turn it into what I, and I believe these three men, knew it as. They were sharing their knowledge, their experiences, their enjoyment of male sexual expression and skills with me. I was really excited and had a hard time getting any sleep Sunday night. My alarm clock woke me at 6AM as always, and I bounded out of bed. I took a long, relaxing, steamy shower, taking several slow deep breaths in and out to help settle the butterflies and giddiness in my stomach. I worked on getting my mind focused, trying to discard any distractions. I had a pretty tough time thinking about anything besides my training session with Sergei later this morning. But I also knew before I saw Sergei, I had to endure 90 minutes in Calculus class with my tutor, Mr. Bower. My parents insisted I have a private tutor who lived on the estate. They didn't trust any private school, no matter the reputation, price, or recommendations. My parent's big fear if I was out in the world unprotected that I would be kidnapped and held for ransom. And it wasn't money they worried about having to give up. They worried someone would demand power. Influence. Controlling interest in one of their many energy corporations, multimedia conglomerates or one of their hotel chains. But I didn't resent their paranoia; I just accepted it as the state of the world I lived in now. They wanted to keep me safe. That's also why I had two relatively silent, imposing, armed security men in custom made suits to complement their thickly muscled frames (and to easily conceal a wide variety of holsters for whatever firearm they might want to keep close) who were never more than twenty feet away. I sighed, the strong spray from the shower cascading over my neck. I shut the water off and grabbed a towel, drying my naked body as I tried to dispel my sour mood by remembering some of the good things in my life right now. As I dressed, the image of my three trainers was projected across the front part of my brain, making me instantly smile. I had to remember that if I wasn't who I was, and part of the family I was part of, I'd never have met these three amazing men. Three hot sexy men who were going to give me some personal sexual instruction. How many 15 year old kids could say that? Of course that thought got my dick's full attention, and it began to thicken, stretching out and getting hard. I quickly dressed and stuffed my nearly erect cock in my Levis. It was uncomfortable for a few minutes until my imagination settled down. I went down to the kitchen where Gloria, our cook, had French toast waiting for me. I sat at the kitchen table and ate with Fernando, Gloria's husband and one of our best groundskeepers. We talked and laughed, and for a while, I felt like I was a part of the normal world. Chapter 2 I was doing some stretching exercises in the gym, near the weight equipment, getting my body prepared for the work to come, when Sergei entered. He was wearing a large red tank top, and a pair of loose grey cotton shorts. They looked rather worn and the leg openings ragged, like they were the remains of a pair of old sweat pants. He carried his usual notebook, in which he had kept complete notes of my workout routine and my progress from the first day we trained together. When I stood up and saw him, he smiled broadly and strode toward me, his big beefy arms outstretched. I held my arms out and we embraced as we had done nearly every session for the past six months, and I enjoyed the feeling of his arms enveloping me, my face pressed against his chest and his neck. I gripped his thick shoulders as he chuckled deep in his throat, greeting me with a manly kiss on the cheek, lifting me up and saying, `My Christopher. It is good to see you.' I always loved the sound of his voice, his accent, and the feel of his beard as it brushed the side of my face. He set me back down, stepping back, his hands on my shoulders, looking at me with a sly smile. `Did you have a good weekend?' I nodded, but admitted I had a tough time getting any sleep when I received the emails from him, Matthew and Major Stone. Sergei nodded, releasing me, and turned to set his notebook down on a nearby table. `Yes, the three of us spent a good bit of time discussing the `special sessions' you need.' He turned back to me and continued, `You and I will talk more about that later, but first, we must concentrate on our regular training. So, let us start with something easy.' Sergei walked over to the area where the dumbbells and a few other items were set. He picked up one of the old leather medicine balls, and easily hefted it and tossed it to me without warning. I caught it, but staggered back a few steps, the impact causing my breath to be knocked out of me. I straightened up, nodding as I steadied my feet and threw it back at him. We had gotten into our training mode. After the first 50 minutes of training, Sergei allowed a 10 minute break. We both drank Gatorade, and he might explain which exercises focused on which set of muscles, most times running his hands along various muscle groups to check for any soreness or strained muscles or ligaments. We were both sweating, but it was obvious the exercises and drills were meant to increase my physical strength and stamina. Sometimes Sergei lifted weights alongside me, and participated in different stretching and agility training exercises. And whenever I would lift, he would be right behind me to spot me, or in front of me, or above me. When we returned to our workout, I noticed when Sergei would put his hands on me to make sure I was maintaining a proper posture, his hands lingered a bit longer. He would massage my shoulders, and I could see in our reflection in the mirror, his smile and his look of appreciation. And something else. He was seeing me in a more physical light. And he knew I was seeing him differently too. We couldn't help it. We both knew that next weekend we would be connecting in a purely sexual setting, and whether we wanted to admit it or not, we were both looking forward to it. At one point, I was laying on the weight bench, a barbell above me with 160 lbs. of weight on it. My hands clasped the bar, while Sergei stood over me, his thick hairy legs planted on either side of my head. Looking up, I could easily see up the ragged shorts he wore and the large pouch of his jockstrap. The two straps from the bottom of his pouch clung to the bottom of each hairy asscheek. I exhaled through my mouth, with enough force that his shorts ruffled in the breeze. Sergei grunted and leaned over, looking down at me, his hands still lightly holding the barbell. He smiled, and said, `Thank you Christopher. I was rather overheated. Just give me five reps here and we'll call it a day, okay?' I lifted the bar, lowering it slowly to my chest and back up, inhaling through my nose, exhaling through my mouth. Each breath aimed directly at the sweaty dark taint barely visible in the cleft of Sergei's hairy ass. He grunted or moaned each time the cool air rushed up his thighs. I could tell his jockstrap was pressing against his shorts. On the last rep, he whispered, `Good boy. You make me proud.' Then he stepped back, reaching down with one big paw and ruffled my hair. `To the shower, and we talk about your special training.' We quickly stripped, and I had a moment of hesitation because I was sporting a full boner. Sergei said, in a voice more insistent than I'd ever heard from him, `Turn around, boy. We are through with being shy with each other. We face each other as men. Proud of our manhood.' I turned around, and Sergei stood across the locker room bench, completely naked. His thick muscular arms crossed on his broad hairy chest. He looked me in the eye, nodded his approval, and then let his gaze lower to my erection. He smiled, nodding again. My hardon was at a near 45 degree angle, with a slight upward curve. When fully, almost painfully hard, it usually stood nearly vertical, almost pressing against my lower abdomen. I followed Sergei's lead and looked at his cock. It was uncut, and very thick at the base, becoming more narrow at the tip. It looked to be just over 6 inches long, and curved upward, the head glistening with precum, the color a darker red than the shaft. His pubes were thick and black, and his balls were large, drawn up against the base. He gripped the base of his shaft, sliding the thick foreskin over his head, then sliding it back, revealing the entire mushroom head. `Stroke your meat for me, boy. It is quite impressive.' I wrapped my hand around it, sliding it forward, pressing it down. I kept looking at Sergei as his eyes were riveted to my slow stroking motion. I smeared the precum that drooled thickly from my gaping piss slit around the head and back down the entire shaft. Sergei's hand wrapped around his own cock and milked it, each stroke covering and exposing his shiny cockhead with his foreskin. He shook his head, as if waking from a dream. `To the showers.' I followed him as he moved to the multiple shower heads along the wall. We stood side by side, as the warm water pelted our bodies. We both let our muscles relax, taking in full deep breaths, exhaling to release any remaining tension or soreness. We were both soaping up our bodies when Sergei turned to me, speaking loudly above the sound of the showers echoing off the tile walls. `It would be so easy for us to just play with ourselves and blow our loads here now. But that would teach you nothing.' He took a step closer to me, his eyes locked to mine. I felt his beefy hand grip my thick cock and begin jacking it, with steady, even, slow strokes. I moaned softly and began to close my eyes and lose myself in the sensation. Sergei's harsh voice jolted me out of my stupor. 'No, boy! You keep your eyes on me!' I snapped to attention, my eyes wide, scared. I tenatively reached over to stroke Sergei's erection, but before I had made contact, he spoke again. 'Don't touch me, boy! You need to learn that sometimes you have to hold back. You have to wait. You have to have control." He continued stroking my cock, watching me intently as my breathing became deeper, faster. He leaned closer to me, his broad, hairy, firm chest and his thick beard pressed against me. His nose touched mine, his breath felt hot against my face. His eyes glittered, almost glowing. 'You want to come for me, yes, Christopher?' Sergei whispered. I could only nod, my voice caught in my throat. Only a shaky whine escaped. Sergei continued slowly stroking my cock. It felt amazing, and torturous. 'I want that too, boy. Matthew told us how great it was when you two blew your loads together. I want to see you come. I want that and more." His hand continued its steady movement up and down my shaft. His voice was hypnotic. 'I want to kiss you, Christopher. I want to feel your lips on mine, your tongue sliding over mine. I want to see you on your knees swallowing my cock. I want to feel my load shooting out of my rod, deep into your throat.' Sergei moaned leaning his head against mine. 'And so much more, boy. So many things we can do together.' At that moment, Sergei released his grip on my cock and stepped back from me. I stood there, naked, my entire body shaking, feeling as if an electrical current were running through me. I looked to Sergei, confused, unable to move. He was breathing heavily, his erection drooling a thick stream of precum. He motioned for me to join him. 'Come finish your shower, Christopher.' I stepped under the spray, trying to relax, and to understand. I absently began to stroke my cock as I lathered up my crotch. Sergei barked at me again. 'No! You will not jack off or cum today, do you understand? You will not touch your dick at all, unless you're taking a piss. You will learn control.' He finished rinsing his body and turned off his shower. I quickly rinsed my body, turning off my shower and following him out to the locker room. 'I don't know if I can, Sergei. I'm afraid if it just rubs the wrong way, I'll cum in my pants. I won't be able to think of anything else.' My cock had gone soft, but was still thick, and releasing a fair amount of precum. There was a dull ache in my balls, too. 'You have classes, yes?' I nodded as he finished drying his body and began getting dressed. I followed his lead, still feeling distracted, disoriented. 'Maybe after classes, you can help Mr. Garcia trim the hedges, or Andrew the chauffer could take you to the mall, or a movie.' We both finished dressing in silence. As we both gathered our bags with our sweaty workout clothes, Sergei reached over, his hands on my shoulders, turning me so we faced each other. 'Christopher, this will be tough for me, too. I will deny myself any release today as well. But we will call you tonight, before you go to bed, and you will be permitted to come.' Sergei turned and left the locker room without another word. Chapter 3 I endured through the remainder of the day. I studied biology and World War I with Mr. Bower. Fernando was finished with the hedges, and didn't need my help with anything. I went to Paul and Frank, my personal bodyguards and said I wanted to go to a movie. They decided to take me themselves, instead of dragging the chauffer along, and driving the big Lincoln. Paul drove his personal vehicle, a Dodge pick-up, dark red. Even though the truck was roomy, I found myself wedged between the two men, their beefy thighs pressed against mine. They normally accompanied me whenever I decided to venture outside the estate, looking for any potential danger. They didn't converse with me much, but I had seen them hanging out together, laughing and enjoying each other's company. And for whatever reason, during this unplanned excursion, they decided to let their guard down and chat with me, asking me about my interests in sports, and my schoolwork. I was nervous, and didn't know how to respond at first, but after a while, I began to relax and feel more comfortable between these two men. We saw the newest superhero movie, which we all enjoyed, and ate Panda Express in the mall's food court afterward. We rode home laughing and sharing jokes. As the night progressed, I started to become more nervous. 10 PM passed, as did 10:30 PM without any call from my trainers. As 11 PM neared, I began to think they had decided to keep me in a state of self-denial, and I felt a knot of anxiety as well as sadness tighten in my gut. But at 11:10, my laptop chimed with the familiar sounds of an incoming call on Skype. I opened up the app, and was soon greeted by all 3 trainers. Sergei was seated in the middle, shirtless, as Matt and Major Stone flanked him on either side, both hunkered down beside him, both wearing wife beater t-shirts. They all smiled when they saw me. 'Hi guys!' I exclaimed, my dread quickly transformed to giddy joy. The three men greeted me, then Sergei asked, 'How was your day, Christopher?' I shared a few of the highlights, and concluded by saying, 'I feel like I'm almost ready to explode. I'm afraid to touch my body at all. But I've controlled myself, all day, just for you guys.' All three men praised me for my willpower. Then Sergei rolled his chair back away from the webcam, with Matt and Major Stone standing back, remaining behind him on each side. Now I could only see them from their midsection down. Both men wore thin jockstraps, which were stretched taut over their impressive erections. Sergei was completely naked, his thick cock fully erect, already coated in a shiny layer of precum. 'Strip, boy.' Sergei commanded, his voice deep and sure. He gripped his thick shaft and squeezed, letting more clear precum drool over his fist. Matt and Major Stone each reached a hand down and began rubbing and pawing Sergei's firm, hairy pecs, flicking his hard nipples. With their free hand they groped, stroked and squeezed their stuffed jocks, letting the swollen cockheads escape, their own thick streams of precum glistening from the tips toward the floor. I stood back, making sure they could see my whole body, as I slipped my t-shirt over my head. Sergei nodded, and growled deeply. I slid my jeans down to the floor, kicking them off and sliding them to the side. I hesitated only another moment before tucking my thumbs under the waistband of my boxer briefs and pulling them down, past my raging hardon, off my legs and tossing them to the side with my jeans. My breathing was deep, and somewhat shaky. I watched Sergei as he began pumping his fist up and down his thick shaft in a slow, steady rhythm. Matt and Major Stone had both uncovered their hardons and were also sliding their hands along their cocks at the same speed. 'You will jack your cock just like we are, Christopher.' Sergei said, 'No faster, no slower. Even when you feel you are close to cumming, you will match us, stroke for stroke.' All I could do was try and control my breathing and nod my acknowledgement. Sergei leaned forward, and hissed, 'Speak up, boy! Tell me you understand our instructions.' I swallowed hard, cleared my throat, and said, a little shakily, 'Yes Sir. I understand. Stroke myself just like you're doing.' I gingerly wrapped my hand around my quivering erection, a small moan escaping my lips as I began matching the slow firm strokes of the three men on the screen. Sergei leaned back, continuing his edging, commenting in a deep whisper, 'Yes, that is good, my boy.' All three men moaned and grunted as they jacked their thick hard cocks, occasionally giving me words of encouragement. Within a few minutes, Sergei's gaze became more intense, and his broad chest rose and fell as he began to feel his orgasm building. The hands on his firm pecs gripped the muscled hairy flesh harder, twisting the hard nipples, smacking Sergei's sweaty chest with an open hand. 'We are close, boy. We will all shoot our loads together. Are you ready?' 'Yes Sergei! I want to cum with you!' 'Cum NOW, boy! Share your load with us!' I stared intently at the computer screen as I watched Sergei give his cock one last stroke and hold it while three thick jets of sperm geysered from the bloated, dark red cockhead and landed across his chest and stomach, also landing on the two muscular hands pressed against his chest. He roared something in Russian as he stroked his cock a few more times, and the thick tube flexed again, releasing another thick stream of jizz on his stomach and pubic hair. The two magnificent erections on either side of Sergei flexed and bucked, spraying their own hot creamy seed across his face, his beard and his biceps, while Matt and Major Stone groaned, grunted and nearly hyperventilated as they drained their swollen balls. My own hardon throbbed, my balls flew tight to the base of my cock, my butthole clamping tight as my load arced across the distance from where I stood to my desk, making an audible 'splat' as it landed on the area in front of the screen. I pumped my cock a few more times, as a few more shots landed on the floor. My legs began to feel weak, and I stumbled into my office chair. We all slumped silently, the only sound our labored breathing. Matt and Major Stone squatted down again, broad smiles on both their flushed, faces. Sergei said, rather weakly, 'That was spectacular, Christopher. We will all sleep well tonight, I think.' Matt and Major Stone both looked at Sergei, with their thick cum dripping from his beard, chest and shoulders, and simultaneously leaned in, sucking and licking all the spunk off his hairy body. Sergei turned his head from one side to the other, kissing the two men in turn, accepting the salty, musky cum they shared with him. I disconnected the call, walked wearily to the bathroom, showered and stumbled into bed, quickly falling asleep. TO BE CONTINUED...