From: D One Subject: The Man Date: Fri, 27 Nov 1998 17:25:06 GMT The first time Keith felt the man's hands on him, he shivered. "What's wrong? You ok boy?" the man asked him. "yes sir..it's nothing" Keith was blushing. Of course the Coach couldn't see his erection straining against the jockstrap he wore. "OK, then you have to concentrate when you lift" the coach continued to help him learn how to benefit from lifting weights. "you should work the muscle groups you're exercising" The mans hands felt great on him...putting just enough pressure on his chest to show make him feel his pectorals. Keith wished the mans thick fingers would move to his nipples and grab them...making him whine in pain and pleasure. He was tired of doing that himself as he jacked his young cock...and thrilled when his buddy was in the mood to play..but it wasn't the same. Coach Adams was a nice guy..not the yelling asshole that many school coaches were. But he was stern and demanded the boys did what he said and really tried. Keith hadn't been one of those boys until now. It was during weight lifting class that Keith caught Adams' eye. "You ever did this before?" the coach asked. It was obvious from Keith's body that he hadn't been lifting. But he had read a lot of the articles in muscle magazines. Of course he originally got them to look at the scantilly clad men whose gleaming bodies made Keith's blood rush to his crotch. But eventually, he read photo captions, then articles. So when Adams began to give basic instructions, Keith understood them and could lift using his legs and show basic good form. "You seem to have the knack for this, see me after class" Keith stood in front of his Coach in the private office that was in the corner of the lockerroom. The final bell had rung so most students had gone home. Only the track team was practicing and the janitors were sweeping. But nobody was in the locker room or near the coach's office. "Let me get a look at you. I want to see what kind of bone stucture you have for this weight lifting ... if you are seriously interested that is." Keith pulled off his shirt showing a lean smooth chest and stomach. "I don't do much, except swim laps" Keith stammered. The Coach moved closer and put his big hairy hands on the boys bare body. "Yeah, it shows, you got some definition happening....double your laps and you'll get some nice pecs and do some butterfly strokes to round out the shoulders" Adams hands pet the boys shoulders...Keith's stomach twitched. "What about my stomach?" keith asked seriously interested in the Coach's response. The warmth of the mans palms on his stomach, almost made Keith want to pull his cock out and jack off while the man watched. "flat..but all you boys have flat stomachs. Situps will help you, you know." Then Coach Adams put his hands on Keiths buttocks on top of his shorts. "Firm butt, that's good. You boys watch too much tv and they can get flabby. Look son, I'm interested in working with you if you want. I'm not a pervert or anything, I just like to see young men turn themselves into good shaped bodies" Keith was almost disappointed the man had professed his lack of sexual interest. "Let me see you all over" Adams said and waited "but if you're too modest I understand" Keith worried the coach would see his erection. "If you got a hardon don't worry. I've seen them all the time..it's natural for a boy your age to get erections all the time..so just relax" It was as if the man had read his thoughts, as if he could see through the boys clothing. Keith pulled his shorts off and his jockstrap too. Indeed his cock was hard, though softening from embarassement. Shoes and socks gone, he was now totally naked while the man watched him. "Good posture, nice legs.." Adams hand touched the areas he talked about, feeling, squeezing and patting. Keith's cock responded and was hard, curved and the tip a bit wet. "Looks like you aren't modest either" the coach smiled. "You make me feel comfortable Sir" Keith admitted his feelings albeith worded carefully. One big hand was on his stomach sending warmth into him. The other hand was on his backside...stroking and patting. "Thanks son, that makes me feel good too. I can help you turn into quite a hunk by the time you graduate if you want me to..but you have to do what I say, and try everything I tell you about". Keith was only a sophomore and in three years would be standing wearing a robe nad cap, receiving his diploma. Three years from now he would look like those men he saw in muscle magazines. "Great. I will Sir. Thank you" "First thing is that we agree to keep our workouts in private. Some people will think other things are going on..and I want to keep my job. You and I will develop a special bond...and you have to be willing to tell me everything. First tell me about your school work" Keith sat on the massage table as the Coach began to work his muscles. All the time he told the man about his classes, friends, teachers, subjects and then his family. "I have my mom of course, sister and a man who mom is kind of into is living with us. My Dad and mom divorced when I was only five" "Did you ever think that was your fault?" the coach had Keith's buttocks in his hands and was working them like two piles of bread dough. Under Keiths body, his dick was spewing out precum..and his gut was becoming more on fire then he had ever felt before. "I guess..but I grew up and realized it was just between them." SLAP, the coach slapped Keith's butt. "Now turn over" Keith knew he had to...but his cock was wet and showed how sexually turned on he had been..even more then before. "OK, now I want you to do something very private for me. It will help you and me become close and you will know you can tell me anything. Are you ready to do whatever I say?" Keith turned his head towards the man. Adams had taken off his shirt and revealed his hairy chest partically covered by this tank top. Keith had see the mans hair before...it made him want to touch, kiss, lick and bury himself in the man's body hair. "yes Sir. I really appreciate you wanting to help me" Keith was again being careful about how he expressed his attraction. Adams was the first man to seem to really like him, to want to help him. "OK I want you to close your eyes, pretend you're at home in your own bed and I want you to work your erection until you explode. " Keith looked scared. "Don't worry, it's so you can feel totally comfortable with me..and I'll see how your muscles tighten too. Hell I do it, all the boys do it...everyman does it" The mental vision of Coach Adams naked, jacking his cock while his other hand explored his hairy body made Keiths gut even more hot and nervous. He closed his eyes and began to feel his smooth body, to jack his cock, to think of the men in the muscle magazine, to think about his buddy Clyde who he messed around with, the men he had seen on the Olympic swim team on the television but also about Coach Adams in his tight shorts, his hairy arms and big warm hands. He felt the mans hand rest on his stomach....or thought he did. As his back arched, his pectorals tightened so much it hurt, his thighs almost cramping as they too tightened, his cock tip pouring out liquid then deep inside him his stomach and whatever organ there was knotting up...and he shot stream after stream of his boy cum into the air. It landed on his own face, the mat, his arms...it kept coming as if it wouldn't stop..then little spurts happened and finally drooling amounts..he squeezed his cock to let the last drops escape. "Wow you were quite horny. Just lay there an relax a bit. I'll get you a wet cloth" Keith didn't open his eyes...he was almost exhausted...having not only jacked off in the coaches office but while he watched. The warm cloth felt good. Keith reached for it. "No relax, you've done enough work..I'll take care of you." Keith flashed across a memory of him standing naked in the bathtub while his father washed him. The coach was wiping his body, neck, face, cock and balls and legs. "Uh thanks Sir" Keith said. "No problem. Now do you feel like you can tell me anything?" Keith wanted to reach out and hug the man....kiss him...call him Daddy....and kneel to suck the mansize dick he assumed Coach Adams had. "I guess" The year passed by quickly. Keith found a set of weights waiting for him at Christmas, but he still went to Adams house and worked out at the gym after school everyday. "You are changing while I watch" his mother said. "Feel that? that's pumped up muscle" his coach said holding his newly formed pectorals. He posed naked for photos so the coach could keep track of his progress. Keith swam daily hopeing to show off more for the man. During the summer, his new body was displayed in a pair of black speedos and the guys and girls alike began to stare. Keith had no problem dating..it seemed there were high school girls anxious to go out with him. "Do you ever make out?" he was asked by more then one girl. But Keith's intimacies with them were kept to hand holding and a good night kiss. One of the few who did more with him was his buddy Clyde. When once they would only jack each other off, they now wrestled naked, and even tried to suck each others cocks. They never talked about it.....just did it when they felt like it. And Keith masturbated as often if not more then he had before. Junior year came and the Coach wanted him to compete. "It's a Teenager Body Building contest" "Aww I'm not like those huge bodies" Keith admitted. "No, you have a proportionate, All-American look, and belive me they'll love it" So Keith stood as Coach Adams oiled his body head to toe the put on the pouch that Adams had gotten for him. Standing on stage, Keith was embarassed but as he watched the others, he became more relaxed. "If you do good, I'll grant one wish, whatever it is" Coach Adams said. Keith flexed and posed...awkward but good enough to be named Best Newcomer. Holding the trophy he smiled at Coach then found himself in a bear hug with the man.... "Remember you owe me one wish" he said to the man more agressive then he had ever been before. Adams looked at him, the smiled. "OK, one wish, I promised" Keith dressed carefully. He decided on no underwear and jeans with a tight tank top that showed off his newly formed body, rounded shoulders and flat stomach. He knocked as if he were going on a date. Adams answered and smiled. "You're right on time". They ate the dinner the coach prepared. He had done this before but Keith had plans to make this a different night. Keith, now barefoot, stood beside the man helping wash dishes. "OK, what's your wish?" the coach asked him. "I don't want you to hate me for this..or stop helping me..you've changed my life, made me feel good aobut myself...and--" "It's ok son. I promised...and I intend on keeping my promise not matter what you ask of me" The two faced each other now. "Uh, I want to stay with you" Keith had crashed on the coach's couch on more then one occasion so that wasn't a suprise to Adams. "Sure, you know you can crash here anytime" "No, I mean WITH you...." There was silence. Keith didn't know if the Coach understood or not. Adams turned out the lights, locked the door and walked away. He stopped at the stairs and turned. "Come on" he said in a whisper... Keith followed the man up the stairs. The coach didn't turn on any lights. He stood at the toilet in plain view aiming his man size dick at the toilet. Then shook it and walked to the bedroom. Keith moved behind him into the even darker room. And in the silence of their as yet unspoken affection the two men stripped naked. The Coach's familiar hand touched Keith's and led him under the sheets where they hugged head to toe. Keith's body trembled finally feeling the naked body of the man who had become almost like a father to him. The lips he felt on his were big, warm and wet. Keith licked and kissed back, foraging in the chest of hair with his tongue to find and worship the mans nipples. Then he felt the man move him away to return the same sensation, teething and sucking the boys nipples. Again Keith moved to inhale the mans armpits, lick his stomach and get nearer the goal. Again, The Coach moved him away to repeat the same action....licking, nibbling and kissing the boys smooth skin. Keith hugged the mans thick thighs....there was time to get to the essence of his worship..but he wanted to feel the muscles, the strength, the tree trunk like legs..as he had hugged when he was a little boy with his father. Now he hugged the man that had taken over that role. His tongue lightly touched the cock..and the hairy balls as if he feared they would break or withdraw. They did neither as Keith slowly expanded his actions until his throat gagged on the rigged penis of the man. His legs were held as the man swallowed his cock and balls...playing with them in his mouth..sending sensations that were unimagined before. Keith moaned, thanked, pleaded and groaned as his body reacted. The fat finger that invaded his butt sent other stabs of pleasure thru him. "Looks like some gal will have a field day if she finds out you like that" His docter had said after examing the boys prostate and then seeing Keiths erection that had responded. Coach Adams was inside him...fucking him before he knew what happened. Above him in the night, Keith saw the silhouette of the hair man who had examined, touched, teased, massaged and even oiled him for the past two years. All the fantasies and dreams of the past two years were coming true. "Now me" Adams whispered as he lay next to Keith and turned over "I want you to feel it too" He aimed his cock between the man's hairy buttocks and slipped inside...feeling the firm grasp of the mans asshole around his boy cock. He fucked and felt the man flex his ass muscles as he did so. "oh no..." Keith pleaded but his body ignored him and he exploded. "Don't worry, we have all night" Adams said as they lay together holding and saying little. Keith's cock hardened as the man played with his nipples and soon he was on his hands and knees feelign the man inside him again..this time feeling the big hands holding onto his boy hips like handles..pulling him back against the body that was invading him. He felt the cock inside him grow larger and larger as the man panted and groaned. "Ok one for you and one for me..now lets' really get busy" The next fuck was hot, sweaty, they wrestled, fucked fell on the floor, Keith actually felt himself carried with his legs aorund the man and the coachs cock up inside him. As he sat on the man looking down at the loving face, wigging his hips, the morning light illuminated his sweaty body. Keith moved, begged for more pleasure and wished they could do this forever. And they slept. "OK, you got your wish last night. We can't keep doing that or else we'll get caught. But once you're 18 that's different" Coach Adams said as he shared the shower when they awoke. Keith was disappointed but understood. He could get the man fired or even worse. His mother didn't mind him staying the night at the coach's house, so he didn't have a problem there. "It's good to get a man's influence at your age" she had said. She and the coach had even gone to movies and dinner together. Keith alternated between jealousy and wishing they would marry so Adams could be his father. But that didn't happen. Keith's senior year came and went. His amateur body building appearances brought him more trophies and titles which his school proudly talked about in the yearbook. A photo of him almost naked holidng his largest trophy commanded an entire page in the yearbook. Nobody called him faggot....even the rough trade type kids who hung around the parking lot smoking and cursing were friendly to him. As he stood on the podium waving his diploma at the applauding crowd, his secret remained hidden by the robe and the trousers. Under them he wore a small strap..the first one Adam had given him. It was special to him. Coach shook his hand ..hugged him and posed for photos with Keith, his mother and her new husband. "So off to State in the Fall huh?" Adams asked. Keith was confused. Adams knew he was going to State..in fact he had helped the boy fill out the application and even helped him get a partial scholarship. "It'll be hard, working at the same time but you can do it" He said to Keith. "Yes Sir..ready to go" The summer job was physical labor..nothing to strenusous, but it felt good and Keith made lots of overtime. He had bene propositioned by more then one woman and a man or two that summer but he somehow managed to avoid it from happening. He celebrated his 18th birthday and after waiting for his mother and step- father to go do sleep, put on the strap he loved and jeans and snuck out of the house, barechested and barefoot trotting the entire distance. Adams answered the door. He had been awakened. "I'm 18" Keith said. And the two made love all night again -- as they had a year before.....and wished they could have all along. State College was strange but Keith was ready. He joined the freshman swim team and the weight lifting teams and buried himself in his studies. His unglamorous job was delivering pizzas. But it was all happening the way Coach Adams had said it would. Holiday visits found Keith naked and in bed with the hairy man....wishing he could be there all year round. "So what about next year?" Adams asked the boy as he stroked the smooth butocks he ahd just made love to again. "Got to find a place to live..no frats there..and only freshmen can be in dorms" Keith said loving the big fingers on his butt. "What about sharing a place withe me?" Keith turned towards the man. "I took a job there starting in the Fall" Keiths mother looked strangely at him when he told her. "I should have known" she said shaking her head. "I love him, Mom" he said. "Have you told him that?" she asked and Keith realized he hadn't. She drove him to the Coach's house. Keith knocked on the door. "Keith" the man smiled then frowned seeing Keiths' mother in the car."What's going on?" "I forgot to tell you, I love you" Keith stood there. Adams eyes watered, and he ignored the watching eyes of Keith's mother as he grabbed the boy, kissed him and replied "I have loved you for years". She sat at the dining room table with her step-husband a few months later as Keith served dinner. His lover and mentor, George Adams poured the wine. And the Man he had worshipped in his youth and loved in his adolescence patted his jean covered butt. As they shared their dinner, their love and their lives.