Boys Will Be Boys - Their First Time by Mickey Erlach Read Free Book Online

noticed his ad as a personal trainer, which was just what I needed to go on to the next level. That was months ago , and the dedication and discipline he had instilled in me was indeed showing. I was getting a lot of notice by both women and men at work as well as on the street. My shoulders straightened up , and I started walking with not quite a strut but more or less a confident stride. This made all the difference in the world . I felt better then I ever had about myself , and I wanted this to continue . B esides , what would it hurt to follow his directions for a time, just to see what happened ?
    “ And as for these , ” he grabbed the waist band of my briefs, his fingers creeping inside, grazing my piss slit, “ Y ou will lose these panties and start wearing boxers like a man . Y ou will enjoy the feeling of your equipment swaying back and forth as you walk. ” He quickly let go and the waistband of my jockeys snapped back and slapped the head of my erect dick, causing a small moan; more like a whimper to escape my throat. He brought his fingers up and licked the precum that had gathered on them . “ Now be a good boy and clean up this mess! ” With that he put on his socks, slacks, and shirt – n o underwear – and stormed out into the evening.
    I was shocked and stunned. I couldn ’ t believe what had just happened. It was if he had reached into the dark recesses of my mind, grasped my hidden fantasies and wrung them dry for his pleasure. My mind was reeling. A moment later someone entered the locker room and yanked me back to reality. I finished dressing and tucked my things into my backpack and stuffed his stuff into his gym bag.
    Turning in my key , t he receptionist quipped, “ Looks like your friend left you a little present , ” and winked knowingly. I guess he noticed I came in with just my backpack but left with much more. I blushed red hot , and I was sure this wouldn ’ t be the last time.
    That night, noticeably shaken, I succeeded in making myself a brief meal. Just a power shake and tuna on rye. Then sat down to watch some tube. Increasingly distracted by my thoughts, after about an hour, I decided to turn the damn thing off. Actually I couldn ’ t remember anything at all of what I had just watched. I sat for a while in the silence. Just a few years ago, I was doughy, plump, depressed and lacked any real energy at all. Today , I had energy plus and thrived on life – actually thrived! In the last year , I had decided I needed a little sumpin ’ extra from having a trainer and went through a couple before I stumbled on Sam – he wanted to be called Coach – in the want ads. There was something more to him than what showed on the outside. He seemed genuine and well rounded. He believed in integrating all aspects of your life including exercise, mental focus, diet and spirituality. He had a certain sadness that made me want to explore his depths. He certainly turned my world around.
    Today, I feel alive and rejuvenated . I feel more comfortable in my own skin and more attuned to my emotions, creativity and fantasies. At least that was what I had thought! As I was thinking, my mind kept going back to that vision of that beautiful dark ass. I wanted to see it, taste it, feel it. I wanted to dive neck deep into it! My dick sure needed some attention.
    I wondered whether I could do what he had asked of me . I guess more demanded from me. Coach really liked to test my limits and make me reach beyond my grasp. “ The only way to grow , ” he would say. This though was something new, kind of humbling, humiliating, yet exciting. I wasn ’ t sure if I could do this.
    Turning down the living room lights, almost in a trance, I went into the bathroom, stripping off my street clothes and throwing them into the hamper. Coach ’ s bag fell down from where I had put it when I came in the door. A rush went through me like a warm chill as I stared at the bag. When I unzipped it, the contents fell out