Coach's Workout

Coach led me down to the basement where all the weights were. I’d bought them a while ago to help keep in shape when I wasn’t at school. I knew it was easier than driving to the gym and I could just workout whenever I wanted. Plus some of the other guys would come over and we could push ourselves harder and be louder than any gym would allow. I stepped on the scale and watched the red numbers light up. ‘215’

“Huh? Hey coach,” I asked, watching him light up another cigar. “Am I supposed to be 215?”

“Are you? You think that’s too light,” Coach laughed. “You want to weight so much more than that. Don’t you?” I nodded. Watching his massive chest move while he laughed was just too much. I couldn’t believe how well he filled out his shirt. The fabric looked like it would tear just by him flexing. “Well it’s a good thing I’m here now. I’ll show you how to really train,” he tossed his hat to the side and started taking his shirt off. I could see his abs covered in a brown forest of hair. He ran his hands over them as I stared. “Like what you see buddy?”

“Uhh… I… Well…” I tried to avert my eyes back to his face but he bent over and dropped his jeans. I hadn’t realized just how tightly they were around his legs. But that dense layer of hair traveled all the way down his legs. I thought there was supposed to be more white in his hair but all of it seemed to be a dark brown. He kicked off his shoes and socks making himself almost completely naked. “Wha-What are you doing?” I asked. He was almost completely nude right in front of me.

“Getting ready to work out buddy. What do you think I’m doing?” he laughed. The cigar bounced in his mouth with each laugh. More smoke puffed out of his mouth filling the room. 

“I don’t know… I don’t usually work out… Well I don’t usually work out that way…”

“You don’t?” he asked. “But it’s the best way to work out. We’re just guys after all.” He added a couple of friendly jabs at me. I held my hands up defensively but didn’t know why. “Besides isn’t all that clothing feel really heavy? I know I can always lift so much more this way. Just me and my jock.” He pointed down to the stained white jock holding in his dick. My eyes drifted down there staring. His dick was crammed in there. But something about it was telling me this was off. “I even got you one.”

Coach handed me a baby blue jock that looked like it’d fit perfectly around my 33” waist. “I-I-I don’t know if I’ve ever worked out like this coach… Do I have to?”

“Ehhh… Guess not. You can try it your way. But I know that it’s going to hold you back. It’s got to be so heavy wearing all that clothes. I don’t know how you plan to lift weights with all that on.”

My hands naturally went to the bottom of my shirt. I could see him smiling as I was about to take it off. “Let me just try it this way first…” I said. But now I was acutely aware of the weight of the clothing I was wearing. I didn’t think it was that bad but I suddenly felt the weight of fabric over my entire body. My shirt felt like a weight vest. I walked over to the dumbbells. Each step felt like a total drag. I could feel the weight in my shoes. I don’t know how I wore things like this. They must have weighed a good twenty pounds each. Each step was a conscious step as I walked closer to the rack. I watched coach grinning at me knowing how right he was.

“Why not just try taking something off? Start with the shoes,” he offered.

I took the advice and just kicked them off. It’s not like I needed shoes to workout. Today was biceps and back. I pulled my socks off with it. It felt so much better. My feet felt free. Almost on instinct I dropped the shorts and kicked them to the side. Damn that felt good I started lifting my legs feeling them freed of their weight. But that shirt. That fucking shirt. It was holding me back. I didn’t want coach to be right but I needed to take the thing off. If I really wanted to push myself it was just going to have to. 

Pulling it off felt so good. For how heavy it was I thought it should have made some kind of sound as it fell to the floor. But the weight of my boxers was drawing my attention again. I couldn’t take those off. Not in front of Coach. That would be too embarrassing. 

“Something wrong there buddy?” Coach asked. 

“No… Nothing’s wrong…”

“You sure? You look a little distant. Thinking about trying this on?” he held up the jock and my mind drifted to it. I’d look so good in though. And it’s so light and breezy. The tight strap would go around my waist showing off my muscled ass while my dick would be nicely tucked away in the pouch. “You sure you don’t want to try it on?”

The offer was too tempting. I bit my lip but help my hand out taking it. I dropped my boxers and stepped into each of the straps. God damn it felt good. I felt like I could actually move. My body felt so light and agile. All I wanted to do was workout with coach. He was so right. I should have just listened to him in the first place. He stepped next to me and I couldn’t help but feel dwarfed by his size. 

“See buddy? Now you’re ready to work out,” the deep gravel in his voice made me feel so good. The complement was enough to make my dick hard. He wrapped his big arm around me and pulled me into a hug. It felt so weird but I kind of liked it. He rotated me around and set me down on the weights. His big hands easily controlled where I was going. 

“Yeah… I should have listened to you from the start,” I smiled up at him.

“It’s alright buddy. You’ll learn that listening to coach will make you feel good,” he leaned down and put his lips against mine. The weight of his body pushed me against the mirror but I didn’t mind. Coach put so much passion in his kiss that I couldn’t help but feel aroused. His hands dipped down into the swell of my back. They kept traveling further down. A finger poked in between my cheeks rubbing my asshole. Through the kiss I let out a moan.

“That’s a good boy,” he complemented. “It feels good when coach is around…” His finger was playing around with my hole. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. Little by little he just pushed a tiny bit more in and out opening me up.

“I’ve never done this before,” I giggled. The feeling was just too much for me to do anything else. Inside coach’s strong embrace I didn’t feel like I could do anything. He was just everything that I needed. 

“It’s alright buddy. Just relax. Coach has the perfect workout for you,” he pulled me back in for a kiss. His free hand traveled around my body while his other hand dug even deeper. I felt my hard dick rub against his. He let out a deep moan. I couldn’t take it anymore. My hips bucked as cum filled my new jock strap. Coach looked down at the mess I’d made in my new jock.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… It’s just…”

Coach just smiled down at me. “It’s alright buddy. We’ve got plenty of time to get this right.” The doorbell rang and his attention shifted quickly. “Who’s that?”

“That’s probably Trey. He was supposed to come over and play games today…” I said. “I can tell him to go home.”

“No, don’t do that,” Coach interrupted. “Just invite him down to workout with coach. I’m sure he’s in need of one.”