Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2002 02:00:09 +0100 From: spokes1810 Subject: Tough Training for Cycle Lad--Part One Tough Training for Cycle Lad by Spokes1810 ____________________________ Chapter One ____________________________________________________________ Copyright 25 January 2002 by Spokes1810. All rights reserved. Email: spokes1810@hotmail.com ____________________________________________________________ Warning: Please read another story if you are not of legal age to read erotic material, or could be offended by its contents. This story depicts sexual acts and spanking (bdsm topics) between young males and adults. ____________________________________________________________ Dedicated to Danny Meyer. With admiration and gratitude. ____________________________________________________________ As Sean dismounted from his bike, sweaty and breathless after a heavy training, I noticed that he was getting a bit more flesh on his bones. I smiled to myself as he walked towards me-- looking quite alluring with his new, muscular bulges in the shiny stretch fabric of his green and red cycling outfit. The curve of his arms ended in more defined biceps. His thighs had grown in size and hardness and his straight legs looked more rounded as well. Sean was thirteen years old--a tall and skinny lad. He had joined our cycling club last year. At that time, even the smallest sized cycling shorts had been too large for him. At the sports shop that sponsors our team, the shop assistant had made a few "funny" remarks about Sean's small size when I took him there to be fitted for his cycling kit. Like all lads of his age, he cringed at the comments about his body. He blushed deeply and had seemed to withdraw for a moment. Poor Sean had been helpless to conceal it, having the pale skin that usually comes with fiery red hair. From that moment on, he was my favourite pupil. My name is Bob Summers, I am 35 years old and I'm the trainer of the boy's team at Summersfield CC. When I was younger, I had been a rather good amateur cyclist, and had even won the National Time Trial Championships. Years later, when I had moved to the little English town of Summersfield where I live now, the president of the local Cycling Club recognized my name, and asked me if I would like to train and coach his Time Trial Team for 12 till 15 year old boys. I immediately accepted, since cycling and boys were, and still are, the two greatest passions of my life. I especially like young lads in tight and shiny cycling shorts or skin suits. There is something wonderfully erotic about a growing boy with his lithe, budding body on display in shimmering spandex. My team consists at the moment of 6 boys: Mark, a handsome 15- year-old, Colin, a sturdy guy of 14 and a half, Brian, who has just turned 13, Sid, the team's youngest rider, who is 11, Graham, a cute little dark boy of 12, and Sean, my absolute favourite. The boys enjoy the friendly atmosphere and comradeship of our team--they like each other, and there is healthy competition going on between them. I consider them all to be my pupils. >From April till late November we meet twice a week at our clubhouse in the woods, discuss the progress of each pupil and then go off for a training ride. During these training rides I let my pupils ride in a group, not only to let them practise this important skill, but to develop their team sense as well. I get them to do some interval training and sometimes I mark out a stage in the flat and rural area surrounding Summersfield to let my boys do a Time Trial. It was after one of those rides that I suddenly became aware of Sean's changing body and it filled me with pleasure to see that he was starting to grow and develop. Sean was an extremely sexy lad. At times it was difficult not to stare at him, or openly admire the way he looked in his tight, shiny skin suit. It aroused me to watch a boy of that age walking around in his cycling kit. His flaming red hair only further enflamed my desire. I made other interesting discoveries about Sean. I came to notice that he seemed very interested in his team mates' bodies and cycling gear (he tried to conceal his staring at them but I saw what he was doing). He quite often absent-mindedly ran his fingers over his shorts, brushed his arse, or petted the fleshy tube that hung down his left leg. When listening to me while I was explaining something, I could see him sometimes fingering his spandex cap, or stroking his chest in his tight shirt while getting goose bumps on his arms. In the dressing room, I once saw him sniffing his shorts before putting them on, and his meaty prick started to lengthen. I quickly turned my back to him and adjusted my own growing dick, seeing the little one's penis grow before my eyes. That had been especially exciting to me, because sniffing spandex was one of my sexual likings as well. When I had a chance to play with my cock, I thought about what I had seen. It was incredible to me that I'd actually encountered a young bloke who seemed to have the same interests as I had. As I became fully erect, a daring image shot through my head: Sean, bare-chested, looking up at me with a pleading look, while squeezing a hard pole in his tight shorts. I just had to have this boy! About a month later--after spending hours of training, discussing, watching race videos, and of secretly drooling over Sean and imagining using his spandex-clad boy body in the lewdest of ways--I announced it was time for him to ride his first Time Trial. The other boys would take part as well. I had a sense of quiet excitement as I drove the lads to the little market town where the trials were being held. To make sure I would have a good view of him, I had Sean sit next to me, in the front seat. He seemed to be quite on edge, so I attempted to ease his tension. "A bit nervous, Sean?" I asked, smiling. "Not really...well...a bit, perhaps." "I see. No need. You have every reason to relax and be confident. You've worked hard with your mates, here, and with me. We'll all be with you. Besides, I'm pleased with your training." At that, he flashed me his gorgeous smile, while absently brushing his erect nipple through the thin, red top of his cycling suit. Seeing this fresh-faced youth rub his own tit had an intense erotic effect on me--as if someone had gently squeezed my balls. Soon, his nipple was not the only thing to be erect. I was glad I had put my track-bottoms on over my blue tights. Sean was the last one of our team to start. While waiting to be called to the start by the race judges, I made him sit up on his bike and stood behind him to hold his saddle. Because there was something wrong with the official's chronometer, we had to wait a little. I wasn't too happy about that, because it can be damaging to the rider's concentration. Luckily, Sean didn't seem to be bothered by the delay. He was gazing at the long, straight road ahead of him. At that moment, I realized I had an opportunity to touch his strong little boy's arse. He was leaning over the handlebars--quite focused on the race to come. Reflections from the strong sunlight made his spandex- covered bottom more shimmering and appealing than ever. The muscles in the lad's back really showed sensuously through his suit. I could feel the concentration oozing from his delightful body, and my prick responded by expanding slowly and getting heavier in my tights. Now was the time for me to act. I moved my hand from the back of his saddle to his arse, and slowly touched the left side of his bum. When my fingers made contact with his firm buttocks, I got a full hard-on almost instantly. His butt felt so tight and silky! Since Sean showed no reaction, I continued to fondle him. I leaned down to conceal my actions from any onlookers, and I drew little circles on his spandex boy's arse. I patted the strong cheeks and even ran a finger over his spine to excite him. The thrill of stimulating Sean in this way added to my own excitement. At that moment I was content simply touching him--knowing he was hardly in a position to object or stop me, and falling into a soft, erotic consciousness--when I felt Sean thrust his arse towards me. The little bugger liked it! So I gave him what he wanted: some firm cupping and patting. The next event was electrifying: Sean unconsciously lifted himself from his saddle, and with a bold movement I touched between his legs, carefully sliding my fingers along a warm, growing erection. It was a fleeting contact, but the sensation was incredibly arousing. Along with the ample boy-sweat in his padded cycling suit, I felt something I'd been hoping for--a generous puddle of precum. I delighted in the feel of it, furtively rubbing my fingers together. Then the race judge blew his whistle, a warning that the start was at hand and Sean and I were at attention again. At the last beep of the clock, I pushed him off, and he soon disappeared from my view. My mind was reeling with what I had done and how he had responded to it. I pondered his encouraging response, and quickly concluded that here was a sensual opportunity not to be missed! If I ever wanted to have the lad, I had to act soon. A situation like this was only too rare. I was nearly overwhelmed, not knowing how to proceed--I was afraid I would rush things and frighten him. My flaring desires soon overcame my doubts, as I thought about his firm, young body pressed against my wanting hands, as it had been, moments before. On the drive back to our clubhouse, I thought of a plan to get Sean into a similar situation with me, so I told the team I wanted to see them, one by one, to discuss their performances in the race before they went off to shower. (It gave me an extra opportunity to see them in their sweaty cycling kits as well.) I told them whom I wanted to see first, and of course Sean was to be the last one. I first asked Brian to follow me, and together we went to the fitness room. The next hour I praised, advised, sometimes scolded, and discussed the race with my boys. Overall, I was rather content with them. For the first time they had done very well. When I was sure the last of the others had left, I called Sean. He came in slowly, almost guiltily. I was glad again I had slipped on a tracksuit bottom over my blue shiny tights before he came in, so he wouldn't see the erection I would undoubtedly get. "Hi, Sean," I said, "What do you think about this afternoon?" Sean's immediate reaction was gratifying. He blinked nervously, and a deep blush appeared on his cheeks. My forward, blatant approach had paid off. "Wh...what sir?" His voice betrayed his nervousness and I realized he thought I was referring to what had happened seconds before the start. Grinning inwardly, I thought to myself, 'This is going to be interesting.' "What do you think about your race, lad? Or have you been doing other things as well?" My sharp, impatient tone made him shiftier. His little, sweaty legs trembled, and a deep blush covered his cheeks. "Oh--oh, the race, sir," he said manfully, "Er...I thought I did well, sir." His voice was a tiny bit too shrill to suggest real satisfaction. 'Time to tell the truth!' I thought wickedly. I made him sit down on a little bench and I began "Operation Sean." "Sean," I said, "I am not particularly pleased with your trial run. I've seen you ride better. When we did our last training, you had a far better time than today." The lad swallowed hard, his eyes darted around the room, and he became even redder in his face. His lips trembled and for a moment, I thought he was going to cry. "Sir...I--" "Sean, what happened today? I know you were a bit nervous, but that doesn't offer an explanation for the meagre time you made." He blinked tensely, and whispered something. "Sorry lad, what did you say?" Sean swallowed again, and said very softly, "I don't know, sir. I just...don't know what happened...I..." "Maybe you were thinking about something else, Sean. By the way, don't you agree your start was rather slow?" This was a hint he couldn't miss. I leaned forward to study his reaction. His blue eyes opened wide before he shut them, almost completely. This was painful for him--but a real turn-on for me. "Er...yeah...maybe, sir. I don't know." Sean sounded helpless. 'Time to strike!' I thought, while I felt my knob stir inside my tights. "There was something odd about the way you were sitting on your saddle, just before the race. Maybe you were leaning over too much, and destroyed your balance so that you couldn't get away quickly. "W-well..." The poor lad shifted nervously, as if in great distress. "Let's try it here, on the practice board. We have to find out about your disappointing performance." "Yes, sir." In the fitness room stood an old bike on a practice board. The older members of the club sometimes used it to train their speed. "Sean, get up on the bike." Slowly, the boy rose and hesitantly walked to the practice bike. From Sean's reluctance, I guessed that he must have realized what I wanted to do. Now he looked guilty, fearful-- erotically so. He was hardly at ease, yet such was the exquisite, sensual energy radiating from the good-looking thirteen-year-old, that his youthful beauty added a special charm to his discomfort. "Come over here lad, this isn't going to hurt." Finally, he reached the board. He simply stared at his toes, apparently too embarrassed to look me in the face. "Move along, Sean--up you go," I said as I guided his legs to the pedals. He climbed on and assumed the standard, forward-leaning position, which I found quite erotic. And there he sat, in the same arousing way as earlier that afternoon--head down, upper body over the handlebars, and that lovely spandex-covered bottom sticking out behind. The whole scene was a duplicate of our positions moments before today's race. The only difference now, was that he was shaking like a leaf. I stood behind him and looked at him. It was so exciting to see him like this! "Okay, Sean, I can see what's wrong. You are leaning over too far. It puts you out of balance. Slide your bottom back, a bit. Yes, that's it." Sean made a few sighing noises while he did so. He was still trembling. "Right. Now, I want you to place the padding of your shorts exactly on the saddle. That's how you'll know you're in a good position." As he leaned back a bit more, his wonderful arse was finally planted firmly where it should be. I could touch him now, if I wanted. And so, while I spoke about the importance of balance and position, I began to grope him again. He gasped. "Sorry, what was that?" I said. "Sir...er...nothing sir. I just...er...aaagggh," Sean mumbled. He sighed when I grabbed his backside harder, and started to squeeze and cup it. I knew the moment was here. I let my voice drop to a husky whisper. "This was what you were thinking of during your race, eh Sean?" I said, making sure there was no doubt about my intentions. "You like it?" Sean was gasping and blushing like mad. It only made my cock grow harder. It was so sexy to let the little boy dangle like this. "Uhhh." "Yes Sean, you really like this, don't you? Well, I like playing with your arse as well. It really looks so cute and sexy in that tight spandex." Now, he was wriggling frantically, giving me clear access to reach under him and feel his cock and balls. I knew he had to be hard as a rock! But when I touched between his legs, his eyes grew wide with fear and he threw himself off the bike. I was a bit unnerved at that. "Please, sir...Please. I have to go to the loo. Please...oh!" He ran out of the room, all flustered and blushing. When I knew for sure that he had reached the toilets in the dressing room, I followed, quietly. I was certain I knew what he was going to do, and I was determined to see it. Very carefully, I tiptoed to the toilets. Luckily, the door was slightly ajar and I was able to see Sean standing in front of one of the urinals. He had tossed his shirt on the floor, and was wanking feverishly. While one hand held his shorts, the other was moving rhythmically up and down his young, excited organ. The sight of him was incredibly stimulating, despite the fact that he stood with his back to me. If ever there was a picture of desperate, boyish, sexual energy, this was it! I watched the muscles in his pale arse cheeks clench feverishly with every stroke he gave to his dick. Moaning and muttering to himself, he pressed his spandex shorts up to his nose, took a deep whiff, and made a strange, lust-filled, throaty sound. The deliberate motions of his fist accelerated now and his whole body shook from the intense feelings he was obviously experiencing. It was uniquely arousing to see the boy pound his cock! His body was all red from the effort and large drops of his boy sweat ran down from his neck over his freckled shoulder blades. The room smelled of sex. I could see that Sean would cum any minute. "AAAAAGGHHH! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh...yeah...yeah, ooohhh, YEAH!" His high-pitched boy voice echoed in the tiled room. I actually heard his spunk splatter onto the floor! With difficulty, I tore myself from the exciting scene and quickly left the dressing room. I had to get back to my office before Sean could catch me. A few seconds later, I heard the showers being turned on. I sat at my desk, fiddling with some papers. Although I was dying to get my hands on my stiff cock, I knew that had to wait until I would be alone. When I finally heard him in the corridor on his way out, I went after him. "Sean, if you need me for anything, you know where to find me." He turned towards me, gasped, pressed his sports bag to his chest as if to protect himself from something horrible and ran out of the building. In spite of my dashed hopes for more intimate contact, I grinned and went back to my office. As I watched through the window and saw him cycling away, I took my aching cock in my hand. I wanted to have a good, slow jerking-off session, but all the images and feelings of that afternoon frantically whirled around in my head--Sean's tight boy's arse in his cycle suit, the moments when I touched his hot, teenage body, the shame and guilt etched on his pretty face when I confronted him with his behaviour, and finally, the hot solo sex I had witnessed when he had sniffed his shorts. I gave two strokes to my rigid, reddened erection, and with a loud scream, I shot long ropes of warm spunk all over myself. I felt the sexual tension rise from my toes and rush upward through my trembling legs, propelling me to a jolting climax. It took some time for me to recover, and make my way to the showers, to clean up. While showering, I thought about the things that had happened, and wondered where it all would lead. I realized that I had to go slowly with the lad, but I knew that one day he would come to me again. He had to. His sexual desires would eventually outweigh his shame. TO BE CONTINUED.