Date: Wed, 18 Aug 2004 21:53:18 -0500
From: Dr. Ben Dover <xamz@penn.com>
Subject: The Training Room

WARNING:  This story is a work of fiction and exits purely
in the author's mind.  However, "This story contains
homoerotic content.  If you are not of legal age to view
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"THE TRAINING ROOM"
by:  Dr. Ben Dover


Ryan was working as a student trainer to help pay for his
college tuition.  He had been an EMT at home and was
studying physical therapy at the state university.  In his
sophomore year, he was a slight and thin guy but in pretty
good shape.  He was what one might call "sinewy."  His
tousled blonde hair hung long over his ears and his glasses
gave him a bookish appearance.  The polo shirt with the
"trainer" logo fit his tight body well.  The staff wore
khaki shorts and sneakers to round out their uniforms.

He had to report to campus earlier than the student body for
his work-study required he was present when the football
team reported for practice.  There were two other student
trainers, one full-time assistant trainer, the head trainer
and the team physician present on the field.  Since this was
late summer, the team had only been practicing a few weeks.
There was a lot of classroom and films for the players and
the student trainers didn't need to be there for that.  But
this practice was with full pads and it was hot outside.

The student trainers' duties were to keep the Gatorade
containers full, do some taping for the players, and
basically do anything and everything the head trainer and
team doctor ordered.

While everyone else was outside with the team, Ryan had been
assigned to the training room.  The room had a total of five
training tables.  Four were in a large, open area and one
was in a separate room.

Ryan had been there when the team doctor did the player's
physicals.  It was one of the things Ryan liked about being
on the training staff.

He was walking around and putting away supplies when the
door to the training room banged open.  Two players had
walked in supporting another between them.  Behind them was
Jeff.  He was one of the other student trainers.

Jeff directed the two players to help the third onto one of
the training tables.  Jeff told Ryan the player had suffered
some heat exhaustion.  "The doc checked him over and sent
him down here," Jeff told him.  The head trainer told Jeff
that since Ryan was in the training room, he could look
after the player.

With that, the two players left and returned to practice.
"It's gonna be a long practice, Ryan," Jeff said.  "Do you
need me to stay here and help you?"  No, Ryan said.  "I can
handle it."  "Then I had better get back to the practice,"
Jeff said and with that, left.

Ryan looked at the player lying on the training table.  It
was Jonathan Wilson.  Wilson was a junior but Ryan knew
Wilson from a literature class they had together this
semester.  Jonathan Wilson was about 6'3".  He was pretty
muscular with short, light brown hair.  Ryan had noticed him
a few times around the locker room and they exchanged
greetings, but not much more.

"Hi, Jonathan," Ryan said leaning over the player on the
table.  "How do you feel?"  "Oh, hi, Ryan.  I'm OK," said
Wilson.  "Guess I didn't drink enough and got a little
dizzy, that's all.  I've got to get back out on the field."

"Not today" said Ryan.  "Doc ordered you off and that's it."

"Well, OK" said Jonathan reluctantly.  "I guess it's better
to be at full strength for tomorrow."

Ryan said "No problem.  I'll take good care of you.  You'll
be totally ready to kick ass by then.  But for now, we'll
make sure everything's OK and you don't have heat stroke."

"Come on," Ryan said, helping Jonathan sit up.  I'm going to
put you in the satellite training room.  It's a little
cooler in there."

With that, Ryan helped Jonathan to his feet and escorted him
to the training table in the separated area.

Ryan gave Jonathan some Gatorade and salt tablets.  "These
will help get you feel better" Ryan told Jonathan.

Ryan said "We've got to get you out of those pads to let
your body cool down."  With that, he began to help Jonathan
get undressed.

When Jonathan was down to his T-shirt and jockstrap, Ryan
told him to lie down on the training table.  Ryan then began
to towel-off Jonathan's head, arms, and legs.  He reached
under the wet T-shirt and wiped Jonathan's chest and
stomach.

"Since you were pretty flushed when they brought you in, I
had better take your temperature" Ryan said.

"But I just drank some Gatorade" Jonathan said.  "It won't
register."

"Yeah, that's true" Ryan said.  "But since you had a heat
emergency, it's better if we don't take it orally, anyhow."

It took a moment for this to sink to Jonathan.  He said
"Jeez, I dunno, Ryan.  I haven't had that done since I was a
little kid."

"You want a clean bill of health so you can practice
tomorrow, don't you?" Ryan asked.

"Well, yeah" Jonathan said.

"And you trust me, don't you?" Ryan asked.

"Well, sure" Jonathan agreed.

"Then flip over onto your belly" Ryan told him.

With that, Jonathan rolled onto his stomach.  Ryan went out
into the main training room and gathered the KY and rectal
thermometer from the cabinet.  Jonathan was on the table,
propped up on his elbows looking apprehensively at Ryan when
he returned.

"I'll be fine, Jonathan" Ryan told him.  "Now just lie flat
and relax" Ryan said putting his hand on Jonathan's back and
feeling him lie down.

Ryan saw the white globes framed by the jockstrap were in
contrast to the tanned legs of the player.  It seemed those
asscheeks were chiseled from marble.

Ryan took a gauze pad and put a goop of KY on it.  Then he
took the thermometer from its case and wiped it off with an
alcohol pad.  He shook it down and ran the base through the
KY.

Holding the thermometer in his right hand, he spread
Jonathan's cheeks with his left thumb and middle finger.  He
felt Jonathan tense.

"Relax, dude, you know it isn't going to hurt" Ryan told
him.

With that, Jonathan relaxed his cheeks.  Ryan admired the
tight frame of Jonathan as he spread the player's cheeks,
exposing his pink hole.

Ryan placed the thermometer against the sphincter and
inserted it.  He heard Jonathan make a quick intake of air.

Ryan reassured his patient it'd only take a few minutes.  He
placed his hand reassuringly on Jonathan's back and pushed
the thermometer in a little further.  Jonathan moaned.

"Does that hurt?" Ryan asked him.

After a pause, "No" Jonathan replied.  "It just feels a
little weird."

"I guess that's to be expected," said Ryan.  "After all, you
haven't had your temperature taken this way for some time."

Ryan couldn't resist twisting the thermometer around in
Jonathan's fine butt.  He met with the desired results as
Jonathan moaned again.

Ryan felt the lump growing in his shorts and didn't want
Jonathan to notice.  So he told him to lie there for a few
minutes and that he'd be right back.

Ryan left the privacy of the satellite training room and
stepped out into the main training room to clear his head.
After all, if he started messing around with the players, it
could mean the end to his work-study and he needed the money
for tuition.

He returned to the training room a few minutes later.  As he
walked in, he could swear that he saw Jonathan grinding his
jock into the training table.  But as soon as Jonathan heard
Ryan enter, he abruptly stopped.

Ryan again spread Jonathan's asscheeks and said, "Let's see
what we have."  He withdrew the thermometer, which left
Jonathan's asshole looking wet and sticky.  He again heard
Jonathan's faint moan as he removed it.

Ryan wiped the thermometer with a tissue and read it.  It
was 99.9 F.

"You're a little above normal, pal" Ryan told him.

"Yeah, I do feel a little hot" Jonathan replied.

Ryan said, "Well, the best thing to do is get you out of
that wet T-shirt and jock.  They can retain heat.  Roll onto
your back and I'll help you off with them."

Jonathan hesitated, then said "Um, Ryan, I um, well."

"Come on, Jonathan" Ryan said.  "You want to practice
tomorrow, don't you?"

Hesitating again, Jonathan began to turn over.  As he did,
Ryan couldn't help but notice that there was now more
stretching the pouch of the jockstrap then had been there
when he undressed Jonathan earlier.

Ryan pretended not to notice, but saw that Jonathan seemed
to be getting red in the face again.

"Put your arms over your head" Ryan told him.  With that, he
pulled the sweat-soaked T-shirt over Jonathan's head.

Ryan walked to the side of the training table and took hold
of Jonathan's jockstrap at the waist.  "Lift up" Ryan said.
Jonathan did and he lowered the jock off of the player.

As he lowered the jockstrap, Jonathan's cock slapped back
onto his stomach.

A little chagrined, Jonathan said "Um, sorry about that."
"It felt sorta good when you were taking my temperature and
it just happened" nodding toward his erect tool.

"Yeah" Ryan said.  "It happens to me, too" he confided.
"Don't sweat it."

Jonathan seemed to relax at that.

"Let's dry you off a little and see if we can't lower your
thermostat a bit" Ryan said.

He picked up a fresh towel and began to wipe off Jonathan's
hair.  He moved to the player's chest, did his arms, and
armpits.  He then wiped Jonathan's legs noting that his
erection hadn't subsided.  With that, he wiped Jonathan's
groin.  He had the player bring his knees up with his feet
flat on the table.  With this, he toweled Jonathan's balls
then asshole.

"Feeling a little cooler?" Ryan asked.

"Yeah, a bit" Jonathan replied.

"Good" said Ryan.  "Guess we should see if that lowered your
temperature any."

With that, Ryan placed the pad of KY on Jonathan's belly
where he could see it.  He took the thermometer again and
rolled it around in the jelly.  Jonathan watched in
fascination and anticipation.

Ryan reached over Jonathan's hard dick and felt it brush
against his arm as he reached between the boy's legs and
spread his hole.  With his other hand, Ryan again inserted
the thermometer and again was met by an intake of air from
Jonathan.  His arm felt the hard dick give a twitch as he
inserted it.

Ryan wasn't sure it was possible but it seemed that
Jonathan's cock got even harder.

As he held the thermometer in place, he could feel Jonathan
slowly moving his cock against Ryan's arm.  With this, Ryan
gave the thermometer a twist and felt Jonathan thrust
upward.  Ryan pushed the thermometer inward a bit, then
pulled it back.

Jonathan had closed his eyes and every time Ryan moved the
thermometer, he felt Jonathan shudder beneath him.  Ryan was
rubbing his own hardness against the side of the training
table.

Ryan gave the thermometer another twist and Jonathan said
"Ryan!" before shooting load after load across his belly and
onto his chest.

Ryan withdrew the thermometer as the last globs were coming
from Jonathan's hardness and his own load was deposited in
his underwear.

Jonathan lay there, exhausted.  He opened his eyes and
looked at Ryan who was smiling at him.

"Dude, that's about the most come I've ever seen in my
life!" Ryan said.

"Guess it's been building up for a while, ya know?"
"Practice and all" Jonathan said.

"Yeah, I can understand that."  "But it was pretty cool
anyhow" Ryan said.

Jonathan saw that Ryan was not pissed, but cool about it.

Ryan picked up the towel he had wiped Jonathan off with
earlier and began wiping the spooge from his chest, belly,
and cock.

Jonathan said, "Thanks bud."  "I appreciate you taking care
of me."

"No problem" said Ryan.  "It was my pleasure."  "You had
better go hit the showers then head back to your room."
"You'll want to be ready for practice tomorrow."

Jonathan got up from the training table and grabbed his
gear.  As he started heading out of the training room, Ryan
said, "Let me know if you have any problems."  "We don't
want a relapse."

Jonathan stopped, looked down at the floor and said "Um,
Ryan."  "I um, was wondering if, um."

"Yeah?  What do you need, pal?"

"I was wondering if you might show me how to take a
temperature like that."  "I don't have medical training or
anything, so I thought you could show me how," Jonathan
said.

Ryan said "Sure, anytime."  "In fact, I'll stop by your
place tonight to make sure you're in shape for practice
tomorrow."

"Great!" "See you tonight" Jonathan said and smiled as he
headed toward the door.

Ryan wasn't sure, but as Jonathan walked from the room, he
could swear that the player's dick was already hard again.


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