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This story is copyrighted and is released here for publication on ASSM
only.
WARNING: The following contains explicit sexual material and is not
suitable for minors. Readers should also be cognisant to the fact that to
proceed will implicate them in the deflowering of a virgin. This is my
first story, my first posting. To proceed is to pop my writer's cherry.
Be gentle.
(mM, mast, oral, anal)
TRAINING SESSIONS
by AC Delchar
I'm unsure that I should tell my story. I've kept it secret for so
long. And it's not the sort of thing I'd want my family and friends to know
about.
I was 14 and I had aspirations to become a great middle-distance runner.
I felt important when Big Tom offered to coach me. He was an obese man,
mid40s, who was an official at the local athletics club. His huge belly
and flabby jowls didn't impress me but he was a boss man who knew lots.
Up till then, I was training myself, running every day after school. He
told me to report to the park, 4pm Monday. It was only a couple of miles
from my home so I jogged there. Tom arrived in his big old American car.
He put me through a schedule of workouts listed on a clipboard then told me
to run the hikers' track up the nearby forested hill and back to his home.
He'd meet me there.
Tom owned a group of motels and beckoned me not into his home but to one
of the vacant motels. He handed me a fruity drink which I thought was nice
of him.
"OK, you've done well. I'm a strong believer in massage so go lie
face-down on that bed and I'll give those muscles a toning." There was a
coarse, white sheet covering the bed.
I hesitated, but he seemed serious, rather business-like. I flopped
down, feeling slightly silly, still panting and sweating.
"Hey, shoes and t-shirt off first. Blimey." As I did, I noticed him
standing at the bedside pouring oil from a bottle into his hand.
I lay down again and his cold, oily hands draped across the surface of
my back. It was weird for a while then I began to like it a bit. He
seemed good at massage, moving down my back and to my legs.
He sent me home, saying same place and time tomorrow.
It was the same routine again except when I got to the motel he told me
to take a shower first then to wrap a towel around my waste and he'd do the
massage. And that's what happened. I felt vulnerable covered with just
the towel then I'd briefly feel naughty and excited. But the towel stayed
in place till I got dressed and again headed home.
The routine continued into the next week, missing just a couple of days.
The running was going well and I was more relaxed with the showering and
massage routine. It had become a bit of a fun thing, with Big Tom
sometimes deliberately tickling or smacking me on the butt. He began
taking the towel away to work on my glutes which he said were very
important muscles of the backside. He tended to give them a good workout,
pulling, pushing and pummelling.
When I rolled on to my back to get the front massaged I increasingly had
to strain to stop myself getting a hard. Eventually, I couldn't stop it.
As Tom's oily hands slowly slid down my tum I could feel my cock swelling
at the same time as my face went red.
"Ahh, don't worry about that lad," he said reassuringly. "It happens to
us all. It just shows you're a real man. Here, how about this." His hand
briefly cupped my cock, sliding off to lightly dive between my legs,
brushing my balls. He laughed loudly and moved down to massage my legs
before sending me home.
The next day, I again got a hard and he again cupped my cock. But this
time he kept stroking it. I'd learnt all about wanking and was quite
practised at it. But I'd never had it done to me and it felt so
incredible. I let it happen. Soon I was spazzing like crazy as I shot my
load.
Before I could get embarrassed, Tom beamed: "Wow. Great one. You have
to release that tension. I bet you're feeling better now, eh? Yeah.
Right, now how about these legs." And he carried on massaging as though
nothing had happened.
The next few days, he included a wank with the massages. He called it a
"therapeutic release". I knew it wasn't right but it felt so good. It was
naughty fun and no one would find out.
During the massage on the Friday, he rocked my mind when he bent down,
opened his mouth and gobbled in my cock. I nearly hit the ceiling. I was
shocked by what he was doing and shocked with the electrifying sensation of
a wet warm encompassing mouth. The ugliness of HOMO HOMO shouted in my
head. I shut my eyes and hid in luscious sensations. The slurpy sliding
sucking soon had me teetering, desperately trying to hold back the rush
which burst forth, sending me bolt upright with my arms encircling Big Toms
fat old head, briefly hugging tightly, shuddering without control.
Geez, why'd you do that? I gasped.
"Did you like it? You seemed to. Nice, eh? I felt compelled to help
your education. I could tell you wanted it. I'm right, aren't I? Yes."
He often answered for me. I couldn't argue. It was a blast even if a
bit of a shock. As long as the kids at school never found out. He said I
could do with an internal colonic massage. I didn't understand but not
wishing to appear dumb I told him my mom once had a Reiki massage.
I missed training the next day. I turned up the following day still
feeling a bit sheepish. I couldn't get out of my mind the thought that Tom
might do it again or might not. I wanted him to but also I didn't.
Well, he did, and again the following day. But this time, once I'd shot
my load and he'd wiped his mouth, he said: "Hey, you're getting all the fun
and I'm doing all the work. How about you suck me?"
Shit, that scared me. Big fat old Tom. No way. How do I get out of
this?
"You don't want to? That's ok. Tell you what, we'll just have a good
old-fashioned butt fuck. It'll be a bit of a laugh if nothing else and you
don't have to do anything. Come on, roll over. Here, crouch up at the
side here. That's it. Come on, don't mess about. You owe me."
I looked behind to see him drop his trousers where he stood by the edge
of the bed. My body was quaking. I didn't know if it was fear or what. I
did owe him but I didn't expect this. I saw his cock, big, purple, pulsing
in the shadow of his hairy, saggy bulk. He had skinny, white legs.
He pushed my head down into the bed. I could feel his other hand trace
down my back to my crack. He shuffled, then a cold pressure on my
arsehole. Something slid in, easily. It kept going in as I tensed. I
could feel it probing then a strange feeling welled deep inside me. I was
puzzled then but now know he was well-prepared and used a lubricating
inserter. I felt him slide it out and relaxed as I thought it was all
over.
Big hands firmly gripped my slim hips and I felt a warm, damp, spongy
pressure at my hole. His soft belly rested, wobbly, on my back, weighing
on me. The pressure at my hole sharpened as he prised his cock inwards. I
gulped. He stopped. Then was on the move again, pushing. "Ahhhh yes," he
said with glee, filling and stretching me as the head of his cock
disappeared. My arse wanted to explode.
His cock hit the wall inside. Pain. I don't want it. His grip
tightened. "Take a big big breath, boy. Bigger. Yeah, and hold it. Keep
holding it." I obeyed. But eventually I had to let it out. Air rushed out
of my lungs to the slam of Tom as he thrust deep into me. "Yeah. Beauty."
He'd got what he wanted and I was about to split in two. Eyes popping,
with all that cock in me I felt I needed the biggest shit ever.
My body shunted back and forth as Tom moved inside me. His breathing
growing with strange urrghs and uh-haaas, mingling with sounds of sloppy
squishing. His belly flopped on my back.
As he pumped, I sensed a rhythm, a way to ease the pain and go with the
flow. I tried to forget what was behind me and bury my awareness in the
relentless rocking. I sort of glided, like a train on tracks. It was
getting faster and more closed in. Hammering and hammering. I couldn't
keep up. It was distorted, wild. I struggled for air.
I was aware again of Tom, smashing at my body from behind. His grunting
now a garbled rumble. I was being crushed, driven bang bang down into the
bed. My bones jarred with each pounding. Sweat poured and I panted as if
leading a race. Buzzing filled my body and ears, higher and higher.
Aaaaaargh. The demented Tarzan cry assaulted me as Tom thrust hard,
jerking wildly, his sweaty, hairy body crashing down on my head. He panted
wet and hot over my ear and face, groaning.
"Woohoo," he puffed as he rolled off to the side, turning away from me,
puffing. I was motionless. Relieved to have my arse empty, my butt still
poked up in the air, feeling exposed and damp. I squirmed away and sat up,
not knowing what to do or say.
"Wow. That was good," Tom finally said. "You chose well. I guess that
makes us almost even. You're a natural. I can tell you liked it."
I had a shower and Tom drove me home in his big car. He said he was
thinking of buying me some special running shoes, as a present
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