Date: Tue, 16 May 2000 18:38:24 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@eudoramail.com>
Subject: No Running 3/? M/m Masterbation, shaving, growing up

I seem to be having a chapter-a-day productivity attack. ;-)
Hope you are all enjoying the results. What I'm doing here is
taking themes that I enjoy and writing a chapter on each;
spanking, showering, shaving and who knows what else. Thanks to
those who have written, encourging me, and I'd really like to
hear from the rest of you. For those of you wondering, the ---
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All the usual disclaimers that are usual apply here. This is a
work of fiction involving sex acts between consenting persons of
various conditions of life. If you can't handle that or if you
are not of the legal age or mindset, go no further but remove
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If you have faggot sensitivity, you ought not read this story.
I'd really like to hear from some of you with either positive or
negative comments. I have no idea really if I'm bringing any of
you pleasure or what it is you'd like me to write about. I only
hear from a few people on each story and that's not much
feedback for all the work I put into writing these. I'd really
like to hear from you so I'll have some idea how I'm doing.
Thanks.

I used two returns between paragraphs to simplify formatting for
you.

Try to keep in mind that while 42 is the meaning of life, it is
not the only possible solution. Jon



Chapter 3

Learning



Thursday night and Friday were the hardest days I could
remember. Not only was I having continuous fantasies of Coach
and all the naked athletes I'd seen, but I'd been beating off at
least twice a day since I was twelve. No way was I going to go
back on my word to Coach, but my dick seemed to have made up
it's tiny little single-track mind to make my life as miserable
as possible. Mom noticed that something was wrong and asked me
what was bothering me. I just said that my new coach had given
me some things to think about and she accepted that. She had to
leave on a business trip Friday evening and wouldn't be back
until Wednesday. I told her that Coach had some special practice
set up for the week-end and not to worry if I didn't answer the
phone. She just kissed me on the cheek and told me that I was
grown now and that she trusted me totally and that I should have
a good time and not work too hard. I drove her to the airport
and then spent the most frustrating Friday evening I've ever
had.

I woke up early and blearily looked at my alarm clock with one
rheumy eye. CHRIST! It was already a quarter to six!!! SHIT! I'd
forgotten to set the alarm clock. Knowing I was in deep shit, I
jumped out of bed and pulled on the first clothes I found and
roared out of the house without eating or brushing my teeth or
anything. Coach was waiting for me when I got to the gym,
sweating and out of breath. He didn't look very happy. He looked
me up and down and then told me to get stripped down and then
come to his office. I hung my head and headed for my locker,
knowing that I'd let Coach down and that he wasn't too thrilled
with me. I stripped down butt naked as quickly as I could, just
throwing my clothes into my locker and heading for the office.
Coach was sitting behind his desk when I knocked on the open
door.

"I thought you wanted to be on this team."

"Yes, Sir. I do!"

"I thought you said you were going to pay attention to me."

I felt like crying. I just knew that he was going to tell me to
leave and never come back. "I meant too, Sir. I really did."

"Then why were you late this morning?"

Hanging my head. Embarrassed. Knowing that I really didn't have
a valid excuse, I mumbled, "I forgot to set my alarm clock."

"What? Speak up so I can hear you, Boy."

"I forgot to set my alarm clock, Sir."

"So me and my training program really aren't important to you,
is that it?"

"Oh, no, Sir. I meant to be here on time. I just forgot to
change the time on my alarm clock."

"So your word is worthless."

I hung my head, tears leaking down my cheeks. I knew that I'd
screwed up, big time, and deserved whatever fate Coach decided
for me.

"Look at me, Boy."

I looked up, but all I could see was blurred outlines through my
tears.

"Is your word worthless?"

I shook my head 'No'. "No, Sir! I meant to be here on time. I
just forgot to set the alarm."

"Well, let's see if we can't help your memory." With that, Coach
swiveled his office chair around from behind his desk and
exposed his naked lap to me. I knew without asking what was
expected. Really crying then, knowing what was coming, I took a
couple of hesitant steps and gingerly laid myself down across
Coach's lap. He adjusted my position a bit and laid his arm
across the small of my back again. "Let's see if we can't
improve the blood flow to your brain to help your memory."

I think Coach was really angry with me because he didn't warm my
ass up or anything like that. He just immediately went into a
hard spanking that didn't stop until my ass was burning hot and
bright red. There was a small puddle on the floor where my tears
had fallen and another on coaches leg where I'd busted the nut
I'd been holding since Coach told me to. His spanking got even
harder after that and he chastised me for cumming when he hadn't
told me I could.

Coach finally let me up and told me to go stand with my nose in
the corner until he made a decision. I did as I was told and had
to force myself to keep my hands off of my aching ass. I could
feel Coach's eyes on me and tried to stand as still as I could.

"Do you want to be one of my 'Special Boys', Wilkins?"

"Yes, Sir. I really do, Coach."

"Do you have any problem being naked around me?"

"No, Sir. I like it." I ventured, which was nothing more than
the truth."

"Do you have any problem with me spanking you? Disciplining you
however I think best?"

"No, Sir." I said in a small voice.

"Do you like it when I discipline you?"

In a really small, quiet voice, almost inaudible, I said, "Yes,
Sir. I do."

"Okay! We'll leave it at that for now. Let's go see what other
trouble you've gotten yourself into."

I heard the chair creak and I heard Coach walking across the
floor. I walked out of the corner and followed Coach out across
the gym to the dressing area where my locker was. He stopped in
front of my locker and said, "Open it."

I did, and Coach looked disapprovingly at my clothes piled in
the bottom of my locker. Then he felt of my hair and smelled my
breath.

"Don't you take care of your stuff and yourself? Your clothes
are going to be all wrinkled up, your hair is a mess and your
breath stinks."

"I'm sorry, Sir. I was trying to hurry up."

"You were already in trouble for being late. Do you think that
another few minutes to brush your teeth and hang up your clothes
properly was going to make much difference?"

"I don't know, Sir. I guess I just didn't think."

"More thinking trouble, huh?" And with that coach sat down on
the board bench that ran between the two rows of lockers and
patted his lap. I knew what that meant, but didn't know if I
could handle another spanking so soon after my last one.

"Please, Coach. I'm sorry. I won't forget again."

Coach reached up and slapped my ass. "I know you won't. And I
intend to make sure. Now assume the position."

Reluctantly, I laid myself back down across Coach's lap. I could
feel the warmth of his belly against my side and his legs and
pubic patch pushing against my belly. I felt him adjust my
position and then felt the warmth and security of his arm across
my back. "Are you ready?" he asked.

I nodded my head and said, "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir."

Coach really let me know how unhappy he was with me that time.
Even moreso when I came against his leg two more times without
his permission. The first one was my fault, but the second was
caused by his erection rubbing against my belly and I really
couldn't control it. Coach spanked me extra hard anyway. When he
got done blistering my bottom he just dumped me on the floor as
he stood up. I looked up his long legs but all I could see was a
shining filament of silver pre-cum spinning it's way towards me
from his shrouded protrusion.

"Get your clothes put away properly and go to the bathroom and
wash out your mouth with soap. Then come see me in the laundry
room." With that he turned and walked away and the thread of his
sexuality whipped off away from me and disappeared.

I laid there for a few minutes, catching my breath and
appreciating the coolness of the cement floor against my burning
ass. Knowing that, no matter what it took, I wanted to be
Coach's boy, I got up and carefully hung up my clothes and then
went to the mens room and thoroughly washed out my mouth with
the harsh and foul tasting liquid soap from the wall dispenser
next to the sink.

It wasn't too difficult to figure out where the laundry room was
and I was soon standing in the middle of a room filled with
commercial washers and dryers, dirty towels and jockstraps and
the heady smell of healthy male body odors. Coach showed me how
to run the washers and dryers and how much soap to use and then
told me that he didn't want to see me again until I had the room
cleaned up.

For the next four hours I worked non-stop washing and drying and
folding and properly putting away the roomful of dirty gym
equipment. It was hot and smelly work, and I sweat like a pig
even if I was totally naked. I also got really turned on by the
smell of used jock straps and trying to guess who belonged to
which pubic hairs. I even got a plastic lunch bag and started a
collection of pubic hairs from all the jocks I was washing. When
I finally got done I was stinky and sweaty and figured that
maybe I'd better take a quick shower before going to tell Coach
I was done.

The cool water felt great, especially on my still sore butt. I
decided to not dirty one of the towels I'd just gotten done
washing and folding so neatly. I shook my head to get most of
the water out of my hair and used my hands to skim the water off
of my body and did some jumping jacks to speed my drying. The
jumping jacks felt weird because I still had an erection, but I
decided that Coach had already seen me hard and that if I
couldn't beat off to get rid of the problem, then Coach would
just get to see it thumping my belly. I went to Coach's office
and knocked on the open door. He told me to come in and I told
him I was done. He looked me over and sniffed the air and then
smiled approvingly at me. "Let's go check it out." was all he
said.

Coach stood in the middle of the room with me alongside of him
and looked around approvingly. He idly rubbed his hand up and
down over my nearest buttcheek and then patted my ass and said,
"Real good, Boy. I'm proud of you, Son."

I don't know why, but I burst out in tears. Coach just gathered
me up in his arms and held me against his chest and let me cry.
When I finally quieted down and was just feeling foolish again,
Coach gave me a big hug. "Come on, Son. Let's go get something
to eat."

I followed along behind Coach just like a puppy. Somehow, it
really meant a lot and made me feel good when he called me
'Son'.

Coach pointed out a picnic basket when we got into his office
and had me carry it to the far side of the cinderblock pool
enclosure where their was a couple of nice trees and a patch of
neatly kept lawn. Coach spread out an old blanket and had the
best picnic ever in my whole life. Cold fried chicken and potato
salad and fruit and a bottle of sparkling cider that the coach
had kept in the small refrigerator in his office. I found out
later that Coach's grandfather made the cider and Coach opened a
bottle only for very special occasions. We talked during lunch
and I told Coach stuff about my life that I'd never told anyone
else, ever. Stuff about me and my feelings and about my Dad.
Coach, for his part, was a very good listener and he told me
what he expected from one of 'His Boys'. I felt very special,
thinking that the Coach had special plans for me.

We cleaned up the mess from lunch and I rolled over on the soft
grass and laid belly down in the sun, resting my head on my
forearms and immediately starting to doze from the warm sun and
full belly. Coach came over and sat down beside me and started
rubbing sun-tan lotion all over the white stripe that showed
above and below my already sun bronzed skin. "Don't want you
getting sunburned." was all he said as he worked the greasy
lotion into my buttcheeks and deep into my crack. I just laid
there drowsily enjoying Coach's ministrations as he spread the
oil up over my back and neck and down my legs, even coating my
feet, which tickled, but in a really nice way. I complied when
Coach started to roll me over and he began by spreading oil
carefully all over my face and neck. Coach spread the oil across
my chest, taking the time to tease the little nubbins that
darkened my pectorals. That gave me about half a woody, which
swelled into a full woody as Coach worked my belly muscles. I
could feel his hands sliding under my erection to spread the oil
on my lower belly, but didn't let it bother me. I just lay there
in my semi-stupor enjoying the feeling of having a grown man
touch me.

Coach did the front of my legs and the tops of my feet and then
worked his way back up to my groin. I automatically spread my
legs when Coach started to carefully spread oil on my genitals.
It felt so good I couldn't keep myself from moaning. "Go ahead
and cum if you need to, Son. You've earned it today." I just
laid there, half asleep and loving the feeling of Coach touching
me. Running his hands through the grooves  where my legs joined
and pulling at my swollen balls. His oil-slick hands stroking my
naked erection felt so good that I started hunching against his
hands in sort of a dream-state erotic fantasy. I remember having
a massive eruption all over myself and the feeling of Coach's
hands rubbing the cum into my skin as I dozed off, happy in the
hot sun.

I woke up about an hour later and Coach asked me how I felt. I
knew it wasn't just a polite question, so I took inventory and
realized that I felt better than I had ever since my Dad died. I
blushed and then, full of youthful energy and enthusiasm,
grinned sheepishly and said that I felt fantastic. Grinning
back, Coach got up and, dusting off his hands and behind, said,
"Great! Let's get started!"

I needed every bit of youthful energy I had because Coach put me
through the hardest workout I'd ever had. Lap after lap and
starting dives by the hundreds. Coach would hold my shoulder or
put his arm around me or cup my ass in his hand when he talked
to me and told me what he wanted me to do. He had a thousand
ways of slapping my ass to emphasize what he was saying or to
make sure I understood what he was saying or to make sure that I
was listening --- and I loved the feeling of him touching me and
I loved the feeling of having a man like this give me his
undivided attention.

When I was so tired that I was trembling, Coach finally said
that was enough and sent me to the showers. I was just getting
good and wet and reaching for the soap when Coach walked into
the showers and put some stuff on the shelf next to my shower.
Coach joined me in the shower and handed me the soap. I got to
wash him first this time. He let me wash him real good all over,
and even let me give him a hard-on and feel him up real good
before he took the soap from me and started washing me just as
thoroughly as he had the first time. I loved the feelings, even,
or maybe especially, when he let a finger slip partway into my
butt hole and cleaned it out good. When we were done rinsing
each other off and playfully tickling and teasing each other,
Coach took me in his arms and tucked my head under his chin. We
just stood there holding each other for a while and then Coach
asked me, in a voice that let me know the question was very
serious, if I truly was willing to be one of 'His Boys'. Kind of
huskily, I said, "Yes, Coach. More than anything!" He just gave
me a huge hug that I tried to return with all the strength in my
body. I felt fantastic.

Coach finally broke our embrace and took a can of shaving foam
from the shower shelf. Without a word he coated my face and neck
and then took a straight razor and shaved me closer than I'd
ever been shaved before. My face felt totally smooth when he was
done. As I was feeling my face, Coach started spreading foam
across my chest. He removed all the fine down from my plated
chest, being especially careful around my nipples, pinching them
between his thumb and forefinger to pull them out from my chest
so he could shave the skin glossy smooth without cutting me.
That gave me instant wood, but I refused to be embarrassed about
it and just enjoyed the feeling. In my chest as well as my cock.

Coach did my arms next, even shaving the hair from the backs of
my hands. That felt great, but I'm really ticklish and when he
started to shave my armpits he had to swat my ass a few times to
get me to hold, just barely, still. I didn't even think to
object to what he was doing. He had me turn around and arch my
back so he could remove the few small hairs there before turning
me around again so he could do my belly. He squared off the top
of my pubic patch, even removing the almost invisible 'trail to
glory' that I'd finally started growing. Oh, well, it was just a
few hairs.

Coach got down on his knees and put the can of shaving foam on
the floor as he began to denude my thick swimmers legs. I
couldn't believe how good that felt and my dick started
drooling, which coach ignored. When his hands couldn't feel any
more stubble on my legs he had me turn around and he shaved my
butt completely smooth. Then he had me bend over and touch the
floor with my fingertips so that he could clean out all the
hairs from my asscrack. I couldn't keep my butthole from
contracting every time he got the straight razor near it, and my
butt took a few good whacks on it's pristine smoothness as he
tried to get me to stop doing that. My crack was finally as
completely hairless as his perfectionistic fingers could
determine and Coach felt my whole crack one last time, even
slipping a finger past my puckering portal and giving me a few
teasing jabs with his intruding digit. My cock swelled up hugely
and I thought I was going to cum, but luckily, after only a
couple of jabs, coach pulled his finger back out of me and
turned me around.

I watched Coach intently, making sure he didn't make ANY
mistakes as he shaved my balls completely hair less. When he had
my balls done to a tee, Coach ran his fingers through my pride
and joy, my pubic patch. The next thing I knew he was mixing my
hair with shaving foam. I reached down and covered his hand with
mine, trying to get him to stop, but he just pushed my hand
aside and said, "Relax, Boy." I stood there, just about ready to
bawl as I watched him shave away the proof of my manhood,
leaving me as hairless as when I was nine years old.

As hairless as when I was nine, before my Daddy died! I burst
out in tears and Coach gathered me into his strong arms, holding
me tightly and letting me cry. "Now you're one of my boys, Son."
was all he said.


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