Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2002 02:00:09 +0100
From: spokes1810 <spokes1810@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tough Training for Cycle Lad--Part One

Tough Training for Cycle Lad

by Spokes1810
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Chapter One
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Copyright 25 January 2002 by Spokes1810. All rights reserved.
Email: spokes1810@hotmail.com
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Warning: Please read another story if you are not of legal age
to read erotic material, or could be offended by its contents.
This story depicts sexual acts and spanking (bdsm topics)
between young males and adults.
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Dedicated to Danny Meyer. With admiration and gratitude.
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As Sean dismounted from his bike, sweaty and breathless after a
heavy training, I noticed that he was getting a bit more flesh
on his bones. I smiled to myself as he walked towards me--
looking quite alluring with his new, muscular bulges in the
shiny stretch fabric of his green and red cycling outfit. The
curve of his arms ended in more defined biceps. His thighs had
grown in size and hardness and his straight legs looked more
rounded as well.

Sean was thirteen years old--a tall and skinny lad. He had
joined our cycling club last year. At that time, even the
smallest sized cycling shorts had been too large for him. At
the sports shop that sponsors our team, the shop assistant
had made a few "funny" remarks about Sean's small size when I
took him there to be fitted for his cycling kit. Like all lads
of his age, he cringed at the comments about his body. He
blushed deeply and had seemed to withdraw for a moment. Poor
Sean had been helpless to conceal it, having the pale skin that
usually comes with fiery red hair. From that moment on, he was
my favourite pupil.

My name is Bob Summers, I am 35 years old and I'm the trainer
of the boy's team at Summersfield CC. When I was younger, I had
been a rather good amateur cyclist, and had even won the
National Time Trial Championships.

Years later, when I had moved to the little English town of
Summersfield where I live now, the president of the local
Cycling Club recognized my name, and asked me if I would like
to train and coach his Time Trial Team for 12 till 15 year old
boys. I immediately accepted, since cycling and boys were, and
still are, the two greatest passions of my life. I especially
like young lads in tight and shiny cycling shorts or skin
suits. There is something wonderfully erotic about a growing
boy with his lithe, budding body on display in shimmering
spandex.

My team consists at the moment of 6 boys: Mark, a handsome 15-
year-old, Colin, a sturdy guy of 14 and a half, Brian, who has
just turned 13, Sid, the team's youngest rider, who is 11,
Graham, a cute little dark boy of 12, and Sean, my absolute
favourite. The boys enjoy the friendly atmosphere and
comradeship of our team--they like each other, and there is
healthy competition going on between them. I consider them all
to be my pupils.

>From April till late November we meet twice a week at our
clubhouse in the woods, discuss the progress of each pupil and
then go off for a training ride. During these training rides I
let my pupils ride in a group, not only to let them practise
this important skill, but to develop their team sense as well.
I get them to do some interval training and sometimes I mark
out a stage in the flat and rural area surrounding Summersfield
to let my boys do a Time Trial.

It was after one of those rides that I suddenly became aware of
Sean's changing body and it filled me with pleasure to see that
he was starting to grow and develop. Sean was an extremely sexy
lad. At times it was difficult not to stare at him, or openly
admire the way he looked in his tight, shiny skin suit. It
aroused me to watch a boy of that age walking around in his
cycling kit. His flaming red hair only further enflamed my
desire.

I made other interesting discoveries about Sean. I came to
notice that he seemed very interested in his team mates' bodies
and cycling gear (he tried to conceal his staring at them but I
saw what he was doing). He quite often absent-mindedly ran his
fingers over his shorts, brushed his arse, or petted the fleshy
tube that hung down his left leg. When listening to me while I
was explaining something, I could see him sometimes fingering
his spandex cap, or stroking his chest in his tight shirt while
getting goose bumps on his arms.

In the dressing room, I once saw him sniffing his shorts before
putting them on, and his meaty prick started to lengthen. I
quickly turned my back to him and adjusted my own growing dick,
seeing the little one's penis grow before my eyes. That had
been especially exciting to me, because sniffing spandex was
one of my sexual likings as well.

When I had a chance to play with my cock, I thought about what
I had seen. It was incredible to me that I'd actually
encountered a young bloke who seemed to have the same interests
as I had. As I became fully erect, a daring image shot through
my head: Sean, bare-chested, looking up at me with a pleading
look, while squeezing a hard pole in his tight shorts. I just
had to have this boy!

About a month later--after spending hours of training,
discussing, watching race videos, and of secretly drooling over
Sean and imagining using his spandex-clad boy body in the
lewdest of ways--I announced it was time for him to ride his
first Time Trial. The other boys would take part as well.

I had a sense of quiet excitement as I drove the lads to the
little market town where the trials were being held. To make
sure I would have a good view of him, I had Sean sit next to
me, in the front seat.  He seemed to be quite on edge, so I
attempted to ease his tension.

"A bit nervous, Sean?" I asked, smiling.

"Not really...well...a bit, perhaps."

"I see. No need. You have every reason to relax and be
confident. You've worked hard with your mates, here, and with
me. We'll all be with you. Besides, I'm pleased with your
training."

At that, he flashed me his gorgeous smile, while absently
brushing his erect nipple through the thin, red top of his
cycling suit. Seeing this fresh-faced youth rub his own tit had
an intense erotic effect on me--as if someone had gently
squeezed my balls. Soon, his nipple was not the only thing to
be erect. I was glad I had put my track-bottoms on over my blue
tights.

Sean was the last one of our team to start. While waiting to be
called to the start by the race judges, I made him sit up on
his bike and stood behind him to hold his saddle. Because there
was something wrong with the official's chronometer, we had to
wait a little. I wasn't too happy about that, because it can be
damaging to the rider's concentration. Luckily, Sean didn't
seem to be bothered by the delay. He was gazing at the long,
straight road ahead of him. At that moment, I realized I had an
opportunity to touch his strong little boy's arse.

He was leaning over the handlebars--quite focused on the race
to come. Reflections from the strong sunlight made his spandex-
covered bottom more shimmering and appealing than ever. The
muscles in the lad's back really showed sensuously through his
suit. I could feel the concentration oozing from his delightful
body, and my prick responded by expanding slowly and getting
heavier in my tights. Now was the time for me to act.

I moved my hand from the back of his saddle to his arse, and
slowly touched the left side of his bum. When my fingers made
contact with his firm buttocks, I got a full hard-on almost
instantly. His butt felt so tight and silky! Since Sean showed
no reaction, I continued to fondle him. I leaned down to
conceal my actions from any onlookers, and I drew little
circles on his spandex boy's arse. I patted the strong cheeks
and even ran a finger over his spine to excite him. The thrill
of stimulating Sean in this way added to my own excitement.

At that moment I was content simply touching him--knowing he
was hardly in a position to object or stop me, and falling into
a soft, erotic consciousness--when I felt Sean thrust his arse
towards me. The little bugger liked it! So I gave him what he
wanted: some firm cupping and patting. The next event was
electrifying: Sean unconsciously lifted himself from his
saddle, and with a bold movement I touched between his legs,
carefully sliding my fingers along a warm, growing erection. It
was a fleeting contact, but the sensation was incredibly
arousing. Along with the ample boy-sweat in his padded cycling
suit, I felt something I'd been hoping for--a generous puddle
of precum. I delighted in the feel of it, furtively rubbing my
fingers together.

Then the race judge blew his whistle, a warning that the start
was at hand and Sean and I were at attention again. At the last
beep of the clock, I pushed him off, and he soon disappeared
from my view.

My mind was reeling with what I had done and how he had
responded to it. I pondered his encouraging response, and
quickly concluded that here was a sensual opportunity not to be
missed! If I ever wanted to have the lad, I had to act soon. A
situation like this was only too rare. I was nearly
overwhelmed, not knowing how to proceed--I was afraid I would
rush things and frighten him. My flaring desires soon overcame
my doubts, as I thought about his firm, young body pressed
against my wanting hands, as it had been, moments before.

On the drive back to our clubhouse, I thought of a plan to get
Sean into a similar situation with me, so I told the team I
wanted to see them, one by one, to discuss their performances
in the race before they went off to shower. (It gave me an
extra opportunity to see them in their sweaty cycling kits as
well.) I told them whom I wanted to see first, and of course
Sean was to be the last one.

I first asked Brian to follow me, and together we went to the
fitness room. The next hour I praised, advised, sometimes
scolded, and discussed the race with my boys. Overall, I was
rather content with them. For the first time they had done very
well. When I was sure the last of the others had left, I called
Sean.

He came in slowly, almost guiltily. I was glad again I had
slipped on a tracksuit bottom over my blue shiny tights before
he came in, so he wouldn't see the erection I would undoubtedly
get.

"Hi, Sean," I said, "What do you think about this afternoon?"

Sean's immediate reaction was gratifying. He blinked nervously,
and a deep blush appeared on his cheeks. My forward, blatant
approach had paid off.

"Wh...what sir?"

His voice betrayed his nervousness and I realized he thought I
was referring to what had happened seconds before the start.
Grinning inwardly, I thought to myself, 'This is going to be
interesting.'

"What do you think about your race, lad? Or have you been doing
other things as well?"

My sharp, impatient tone made him shiftier. His little, sweaty
legs trembled, and a deep blush covered his cheeks.

"Oh--oh, the race, sir," he said manfully, "Er...I thought I did
well, sir."

His voice was a tiny bit too shrill to suggest real
satisfaction.

'Time to tell the truth!' I thought wickedly. I made him sit
down on a little bench and I began "Operation Sean."

"Sean," I said, "I am not particularly pleased with your trial
run. I've seen you ride better. When we did our last training,
you had a far better time than today."

The lad swallowed hard, his eyes darted around the room, and he
became even redder in his face. His lips trembled and for a
moment, I thought he was going to cry.

"Sir...I--"

"Sean, what happened today? I know you were a bit nervous, but
that doesn't offer an explanation for the meagre time you
made."

He blinked tensely, and whispered something.

"Sorry lad, what did you say?"

Sean swallowed again, and said very softly, "I don't know, sir.
I just...don't know what happened...I..."

"Maybe you were thinking about something else, Sean. By the
way, don't you agree your start was rather slow?"

This was a hint he couldn't miss. I leaned forward to study his
reaction. His blue eyes opened wide before he shut them, almost
completely. This was painful for him--but a real turn-on for
me.

"Er...yeah...maybe, sir. I don't know." Sean sounded helpless.

'Time to strike!' I thought, while I felt my knob stir inside
my tights.

"There was something odd about the way you were sitting on your
saddle, just before the race. Maybe you were leaning over too
much, and destroyed your balance so that you couldn't get away
quickly.

"W-well..." The poor lad shifted nervously, as if in great
distress.

"Let's try it here, on the practice board. We have to find out
about your disappointing performance."

"Yes, sir."

In the fitness room stood an old bike on a practice board. The
older members of the club sometimes used it to train their
speed.

"Sean, get up on the bike."

Slowly, the boy rose and hesitantly walked to the practice
bike. From Sean's reluctance, I guessed that he must have
realized what I wanted to do. Now he looked guilty, fearful--
erotically so. He was hardly at ease, yet such was the
exquisite, sensual energy radiating from the good-looking
thirteen-year-old, that his youthful beauty added a special
charm to his discomfort.

"Come over here lad, this isn't going to hurt."

Finally, he reached the board. He simply stared at his toes,
apparently too embarrassed to look me in the face.

"Move along, Sean--up you go," I said as I guided his legs to
the pedals.

He climbed on and assumed the standard, forward-leaning
position, which I found quite erotic. And there he sat, in the
same arousing way as earlier that afternoon--head down, upper
body over the handlebars, and that lovely spandex-covered
bottom sticking out behind. The whole scene was a duplicate of
our positions moments before today's race. The only difference
now, was that he was shaking like a leaf. I stood behind him
and looked at him. It was so exciting to see him like this!

"Okay, Sean, I can see what's wrong. You are leaning over too
far. It puts you out of balance.  Slide your bottom back, a
bit. Yes, that's it."

Sean made a few sighing noises while he did so. He was still
trembling.

"Right. Now, I want you to place the padding of your shorts
exactly on the saddle. That's how you'll know you're in a good
position."

As he leaned back a bit more, his wonderful arse was finally
planted firmly where it should be. I could touch him now, if I
wanted. And so, while I spoke about the importance of balance
and position, I began to grope him again.

He gasped.

"Sorry, what was that?" I said.

"Sir...er...nothing sir. I just...er...aaagggh," Sean mumbled. He
sighed when I grabbed his backside harder, and started to
squeeze and cup it.

I knew the moment was here. I let my voice drop to a husky
whisper.

"This was what you were thinking of during your race, eh Sean?"
I said, making sure there was no doubt about my intentions.
"You like it?"

Sean was gasping and blushing like mad. It only made my cock
grow harder. It was so sexy to let the little boy dangle like
this.

"Uhhh."

"Yes Sean, you really like this, don't you? Well, I like
playing with your arse as well. It really looks so cute and
sexy in that tight spandex."

Now, he was wriggling frantically, giving me clear access to
reach under him and feel his cock and balls. I knew he had to
be hard as a rock! But when I touched between his legs, his
eyes grew wide with fear and he threw himself off the bike. I
was a bit unnerved at that.

"Please, sir...Please. I have to go to the loo. Please...oh!"

He ran out of the room, all flustered and blushing. When I knew
for sure that he had reached the toilets in the dressing room,
I followed, quietly. I was certain I knew what he was going to
do, and I was determined to see it. Very carefully, I tiptoed
to the toilets. Luckily, the door was slightly ajar and I was
able to see Sean standing in front of one of the urinals. He
had tossed his shirt on the floor, and was wanking feverishly.
While one hand held his shorts, the other was moving
rhythmically up and down his young, excited organ. The sight of
him was incredibly stimulating, despite the fact that he stood
with his back to me.  If ever there was a picture of desperate,
boyish, sexual energy, this was it!

I watched the muscles in his pale arse cheeks clench feverishly
with every stroke he gave to his dick. Moaning and muttering to
himself, he pressed his spandex shorts up to his nose, took a
deep whiff, and made a strange, lust-filled, throaty sound. The
deliberate motions of his fist accelerated now and his whole
body shook from the intense feelings he was obviously
experiencing. It was uniquely arousing to see the boy pound his
cock! His body was all red from the effort and large drops of
his boy sweat ran down from his neck over his freckled shoulder
blades. The room smelled of sex. I could see that Sean would
cum any minute.

"AAAAAGGHHH! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh...yeah...yeah, ooohhh, YEAH!"
His high-pitched boy voice echoed in the tiled room. I actually
heard his spunk splatter onto the floor!

With difficulty, I tore myself from the exciting scene and
quickly left the dressing room. I had to get back to my office
before Sean could catch me. A few seconds later, I heard the
showers being turned on. I sat at my desk, fiddling with some
papers. Although I was dying to get my hands on my stiff cock,
I knew that had to wait until I would be alone. When I finally
heard him in the corridor on his way out, I went after him.

"Sean, if you need me for anything, you know where to find me."

He turned towards me, gasped, pressed his sports bag to his
chest as if to protect himself from something horrible and ran
out of the building. In spite of my dashed hopes for more
intimate contact, I grinned and went back to my office.

As I watched through the window and saw him cycling away, I
took my aching cock in my hand. I wanted to have a good, slow
jerking-off session, but all the images and feelings of that
afternoon frantically whirled around in my head--Sean's tight
boy's arse in his cycle suit, the moments when I touched his
hot, teenage body, the shame and guilt etched on his pretty
face when I confronted him with his behaviour, and finally, the
hot solo sex I had witnessed when he had sniffed his shorts. I
gave two strokes to my rigid, reddened erection, and with a
loud scream, I shot long ropes of warm spunk all over myself. I
felt the sexual tension rise from my toes and rush upward
through my trembling legs, propelling me to a jolting climax.
It took some time for me to recover, and make my way to the
showers, to clean up.

While showering, I thought about the things that had happened,
and wondered where it all would lead. I realized that I had to
go slowly with the lad, but I knew that one day he would come
to me again. He had to. His sexual desires would eventually
outweigh his shame.

TO BE CONTINUED.