Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2005 03:18:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: My trainer, Bobby - Part 1

I was sitting on the bench in the locker room.  I had just gotten done with
a grueling workout.  I had taken off my shoes, socks, shirt and shorts and
was sitting there in my jock as I cooled down.  I felt hands on my
shoulders and Bobby said, "That was a good work out.  Great work.  You need
to relax now with a warm shower."

I nodded my head, almost too tired to speak.  Bobby's hands were working
into my shoulders.  Then I felt warmth spread down my back.  Like warm
water.  How was he managing to pour warm water over my back and have his
hands on my shoulders?  Then the fog cleared and realized he had to be
pissing on my back!  I started to stand as I said, "What the fuck?"

"It's okay," he said as he pushed down on my shoulders, "it won't hurt
anything and it is good for sore muscles."  I was too tired to resist.  I
sat back down and the stream moved back and forth across my back.  I could
smell the pungent aroma of his piss.  It rolled down my back, collected on
the waistband of my jock strap and then down my ass, onto the bench, then
to the floor.

He removed his right hand from my shoulder and I felt the stream move up my
neck.  He was directing the stream now with his hand.  He continued to piss
up my neck and into the back of my head, soaking my hair.  I started to
turn my head, until I saw his cock, with the piss streaming out of it
pointing towards my head.  I didn't want to get any on my face, so I turned
back and faced forward as he continued to direct the flow.  He let some
flow over my shoulder and down across my sore pecs.  It began to collect in
the front of my jock soaking my pouch.  It was so warm.

I had no clue what was going on, I had never been this close to another
guys cock, much less his piss.  Of course I had showered with guys in the
gym and changed in the locker room, but that was it.  I don't think I had
really seen another guy piss, except when I was a kid and a cousin and I
pissed in the backyard one time.

The warmth of his piss was soaking around my cock and I could feel it
stirring.  I didn't want to think about it.  I closed my eyes and let my
head go back as Bobby finished covering me in his piss.  I could feel him
rubbing his cock in my hair when he finished.

My cock had swelled to fill my piss soaked jock.  "Take it off," he
instructed.  I didn't know what he meant for a moment.  Then I figured it
out.  He wanted me to take off my jock.  I was lost in a fog.  I was in
territory I had never been before.

Growing up as an only child and to a single mom, I had a lot of privacy
growing up.  I guess you could say, I had led a pretty sheltered life.  I
didn't have a lot of school friends growing up and during high school I had
not done a lot of sports.  I had dated a couple of girls and gone to the
prom, but I hadn't scored with any of the girls.  They just didn't seem to
be the right girls for me, and I didn't want to just screw anyone.

That's not to say, I wasn't horny.  I discovered jacking all by myself and
didn't think anybody else did it.  I managed to find a couple of playboys
and such magazines and got off on looking at naked people.  To me being
naked in front of someone was humiliating and a huge turn on.  So anyone I
saw naked, man or woman, I would imagine it was me, having to be naked in
front of someone.  And having to get hard much less jack off, would be the
ultimate in humiliation, but also got me hard every time.

I got myself through high school jacking off, sometimes two or three times
a day.  Getting naked for the showers in gym class was always a challenge.
I would see these naked guys being naked in front of other people and it
would always get me going.  Not so much because they were guys, but because
they were naked in front of other people.

But I made it through high school and am now a freshman in a college.  I
live on campus in a single.  I just couldn't imagine sharing such a small
intimate space with another guy and having to be around him when he was
naked or have him there when I had to get naked.

I met Bobby in my history class.  We got to talking and studying together.
He was this really intelligent guy and was into athletics.  He finally
talked me into working out with him.  He got me going on weights and
running.  He was really putting me through workouts.  And that is how we
ended up here in the locker room, it was about our tenth or twelfth workout
session and each seemed to be harder and more demanding than the last.  At
the end of each, I could barely move.

Now Bobby was telling me to remove my jock and expose my hardening cock.  I
don't know why it was swelling, probably being so close and intimate with a
naked person.  I had never been this close to a naked person before.  I
mean he had rubbed his cock in my hair.  But, nonetheless, I reached down
and put my thumbs in the waistband of my jock and lifted up a bit off of
the bench and slid down my jock, releasing my cock.  It wasn't rigid, but
it was its way.  I flush red when Bobby said, "Nice one."

"Now piss on yourself," he said in a mild gentle voice.  I was shocked, but
wanted to follow his instructions for some reason.  I tried to relax and
concentrate to get a flow going.  Finally it started, first as a couple of
drops and then a stream.  It flowed up my stomach and then down into my
crotch, onto the bench and then to the floor.  "Take it in your hand and
direct the stream.  Cover your chest, try to get some on your face," he
directed in the same easy voice.

I took my cock in hand and started directing the stream up my stomach to my
chest and with a push of pressure; I managed to squirt myself in the face.
It went up my nose, into my eyes and across my lips.  And still I continued
to piss.  "Now cover your legs and feet."  I moved my dick and began
covering my legs and down to my feet.  I just ran out as I covered the
other foot.  The odor was overpowering and yellow droplets glisten in hairs
all over my body.

"Stand up and turn around," he directed - nothing of an order, but more of
a request that you felt you must comply with.  I stood and turned to look
at him.  We were of the same height - 6 feet tall.  I was blond and he was
dark brown hair.  He had tremendous definition and I was just beginning to
develop muscle mass.  His cock hung down over 2 golf ball sized balls.  I
had never really looked at his cock before.  He was circumcised and seemed
to be well endowed.  "Now get yourself hard"

I was stunned.  I had never been hard in front of another person.  This was
the stuff of jerk off fantasies and dreams.  Humiliation coursed through my
body and I flushed again, but I reached down and took my cock in my left
hand and began to fondle myself.  I looked down to watch and he said, "No,
look me in the eyes."  It didn't take much until I was rock hard, dick
angling up towards my belly, with its trail of hair from my belly button
down to my pubes.

"Move your hand away."  I put my hands at my sides.  As I watched his eyes,
he looked up and down my body, then walked around me and looked me up and
down.  When he was behind me he said, "Now bend over and spread your ass
cheeks apart."  Blushing once more I complied.  I felt a finger trace down
my crack.  My body trembled.  "Nice.  Okay stand up again."  I did.

It was then that we heard voices at the front of the locker rooms.  Bobby
handed me a small face towel, which I scrunched up into my crotch.  "Sit
down on the bench," he instructed.  I sat with the towel wadded over my
still throbbing crotch.  Bobby used his foot to move my clothes over the
puddle of piss on the floor.  He was still naked, but was not hard.

Two guys passed our aisle of the lockers, when Bobby called out, "Hey, Tim
and Mark.  How's it going?"  The 2 guys turned and came back to our aisle
and walked over to Bobby.

"Bobby, what's going on?  We're just in for a bit of weight work.  Looks
like you are just finishing up," the taller of the two said.

"Yes, just finishing up.  Mark, Tim this is Dave.  Dave is getting into the
workouts and getting with the program.  He's beginning to show progress."
Bobby absently scratched his crotch as he talked, which only made my cock
twitch and swell.  I was sitting here naked, with a hard on, with just a
little towel over my crotch, while two guys fully dressed stood there and
looked at me.  They both reached out their hands to shake mine.  I had to
remove my hand from the towel to reach up to shake theirs.  I prayed the
towels wouldn't slide off while I shook hands.

"Yeah, you can see that definition is beginning to show on you, Dave.  Good
work!  Keep it up!"  Tim said.  I know I blushed again at being the focus
of attention and at his admonition to keep it up.  It was still up and
wanting attention.

"Okay guys, you better get to work - looks like you need it," Bobby joked
and the guys moved off to the next aisle of the locker room.  They
continued talking as they obviously were changing into their workout gear.

"Stand up," Bobby instructed.  I was stunned.  I still had a raging hard on
and there were guys just on the other side of the lockers.  "Stand up, now,
or I'll remove your towel and call them back over."  I blushed to my roots
and did what he asked.  I stood up.  He told me to turn and face him and to
drop the towel.  I did as I was told.  My cock was throbbing now and
beginning to drip.

"You really get off on this don't you?" Bobby asked as he once again
scanned my body from top to bottom.  I still reeked of piss.  I wondered if
the Mark and Tim had smelled it.  I could only blush again - would it ever
stop - and nodded.

"No, tell me what you like." He was whispering now, trying not to be
overheard by the guys in the next row.

I stammered as I tried to talk.  Then I got it together.  "I like to be
nude and hard in front of someone else.  I like seeing you nude.  I find it
humiliating, but it gets me so hard."  I whispered.  I couldn't believe I
was saying my deepest darkest desires and thoughts to this guy.  "I like
doing what you tell me to do.  I feel so ashamed but I feel so turned on it
as well."

"Will you jack off thinking about this?" Bobby whispered again.

I looked down and nodded.  "No tell me what you are going to do."  He
whispered.

"I am going to jack off thinking of this." I barely whispered in and still
was looking at the floor.

"No, look at me and tell me what you want to do."

I raised my head, nearly to tears, looked him in the eyes and said, "I want
to jack off, I want you to tell me to do things.  I will think of this
tonight and jack off to it."  Blushing a deeper red yet, I tried not to let
the tears roll and to still the heat in my face.

"Stroke your cock right now, for me."  His eyes willed me to do this.  I
reached down and grasped my pulsing 7 inch cock.  I wanted to fist it fast
and shoot, I was so turned on, I wanted to feel that rush.  "No, slowly,
just a couple of strokes."  He looked down and watched as I took two long
slow strokes of my cock.

"Now, here is what you are going to do.  You are going to get dressed, no
shower.  Go to your next class.  Tonight at 7 pm, I am going to come to
your room.  You are going to be naked and hard when you answer the door.
You are not to jack off between now and then and you are not to take a
shower.  Do you understand?  And don't nod.  Tell me you understand and
look at me when you say it."

I looked him in the face and said, "I understand."

"Okay, then let's get dressed."  I didn't know what I was going to do my
cock was so hard.  I reached in and grabbed a pair of briefs and slide them
on.  I tried to trap the head of my cock in the waistband.  It wanted to
tent out.  Bobby only looked at me and smiled.  I got out my khakis and
slipped them on, trapping the head of my cock in the waistband and cinching
it tight with my belt.  My cock ached and begged for attention.  I hadn't
left myself in this condition, hardly ever; I would always sneak off to a
restroom or something and jack off.  As I slipped on my shirt, some other
guys came into the locker room.  They walked passed our aisle and on to
another one.  I was still blushing knowing my cock was so hard and so
vulnerable.  I managed to get my shoes and socks on.  And then bent down to
get my workout clothes.  They were soaked in piss.  Bobby had used them to
soak up the piss on the floor.

As I picked them up, Bobby whispered, "Don't wash them.  Let them dry and
you will wear them again tomorrow when we work out.  I want them to be a
reminder of what you did for me."  He handed be a plastic shopping bag to
put them in.  Then I put them in my gym bag along with my shoes.  Bobby had
dressed as well.  He leaned in close to me and told me to lift my shirt.  I
did and he saw my still hard cock clamped in my belt.  He reached over and
squeezed it.  Then he patted me on the back, "You are doing great.  We just
need to keep up the work.  See you at 7," he said over his shoulder as he
headed out of the gym.  I grabbed my gym bag and backpack and headed out to
class.

I kept smelling myself.  It would only make my cock throb more.  I seemed
to wander in a daze, but ended up at my English class.  I sat way in the
back away from everyone.  I didn't want anyone smelling me or seeing the
rod in my pants.

I couldn't concentrate on anything in the class.  I just kept replaying
what had just happened in my mind.  My cock would jerk and throb in my
pants.  I relived the humiliation several times in my mind, not believing I
had done those things.  Never had I done anything like that.  I had
imagined similar scenes, but never dreamed that it would actually happen to
me.  I don't think I heard the Prof say that the class was over, but came
out of it when I heard/saw people packing up and leaving.

I carried my gym bag in front of me as I made my way back to the dorms.  It
was now 5 pm and I had to wait 2 hours for Bobby to show up.  I couldn't go
down to eat, not in this condition.  And I didn't think it was ever going
to go down.  I got to my room and wanted to grab my dick and feverishly
beat it to a climax I knew would only be seconds away.

But I couldn't, I wouldn't.  I would do what Bobby asked me.  I had to do
something.  So I finally did what I always do when I am nervous and can't
concentrate, I wrote.  I had stripped down and sat in front of my computer
and brought up word and began to type.  As I recalled each detail of the
episode, I would alternate between humiliation and lust.  I had wanted it
so bad and Bobby must have known just what I wanted.

My cock would drip as I typed and pulse.  At one point I had to get up and
wanted to go into my shower, another advantage of a single and try to cool
myself off, but then I remembered he had instructed me not to.  I had hung
my piss drenched workout clothes over the shower rod to dry.  It only made
my cock throb more.  I looked at the clock as I walked around the room for
about the 15th time.  6:45.  15 more minutes!

At 7 pm there was a knock on the door.  I rushed to the door and as I swung
it open I said, "It's about time!" and looked up to see a pizza delivery
guy.  I was stunned, shocked and blushing.  I slammed the door in his face
and he knocked again.  I mumbled "Just a moment," as I looked for something
to slip on.  I grabbed a t-shirt and gym shorts, trapping my raging dick in
the waistband.

I opened the door and the pizza guy was still there with a grin on his
face.  "I, ah, didn't, ah, order a pizza," I stammered out.

"Well, it says to deliver it here, right at 7 pm, your name is Dave?"

"Yeah, it's Dave.  How much is it?"

"It is already paid for."  He handed over the box.  I swear he took a
glance up and down my body.  "And the tip was great," he said as he grinned
again.  I blushed red again.  I took the pizza from him and closed the
door.  I sat the pizza on my desk and there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" I asked, not wanting to open the door again.

"Billy," came the reply.

I started to open the door again, but remembered I was supposed to be naked
as I opened the door.  I nearly ripped my shirt getting it off and nearly
tripped over the shorts trying to get them off of my ankles.  My cock led
the way to the door.  This time I didn't swing the door all the way open.
I opened it a crack and saw Bobby.  He told me to open the door and step
back.

I did as he instructed and he stood with the door open for several seconds
looking at me.  My heart was pounding, I was expecting some of my dorm
mates to walk by at any moment and see me standing naked and hard in my
room.  He finally walked into the room and left the door open for a moment
longer.  Then just as someone was walking by, he closed it.

He looked around my room, saw the pizza and said, "I see you got the pizza
I ordered."

I blushed again, "Yeah, I thought it was you and I opened the door naked
and it was the pizza guy!"  He chucked at that.

"Just as I planned," as he swung off his backpack and sat it on the bed.
"So I see you are still horny and hard.  Want to take care of that?"

I blushed again and looked at the floor and nodded.  "No, look at me and
tell me what you want to do."

I raised my head, still red and said quietly, "I want to jack off."

"You want to jack off in front of another guy?" he asked almost
incredulously.

My cock throbbed and I think my whole body turned red as I nodded.

"You have to learn to speak to me, otherwise, I will have to punish you."

"I want to jack off in front of you."  I couldn't believe I was saying
that.

"Good, that's better."  He sat down on my bed, reached into his backpack
and brought out a camera.

"I am going to record you doing that.  I want you doing this on film.  I
want you to tell me while you jack off what you did today and what you want
me to do."

I started to protest, but he said, "You will do this because I ask you to
do this.  Just like you will do whatever I ask.  Isn't that right?" he said
as he pointed the camera towards me.  "Tell me that."

I saw the red light go on and shivered.  I was going to places I had never
imagined.  I looked over to him and said, "I want to do whatever you ask me
to do."

"Good.  Now will you set over there on that chair and pleasure yourself?
Will you show me how you make yourself feel good?  Will you show me how you
make yourself come?"

I had learned not to nod and managed to get out a yes, as I sat down in the
chair.  I closed my eyes as I wrapped my fist around my cock.  "No, open
your eyes and look at me."  When I opened my eyes, he said, "Now tell me
what you are thinking about as you stroke your cock."

"I am remembering what we did this afternoon."

"What did we do this afternoon?"  He was talking in a lower voice than
normal as he kept the camera focus on me.

"You pissed on me, then made me piss on myself.  Then you asked me to take
off my jock and get myself hard.  You asked me to stroke myself in front of
you.  You even examined my butt."

"How did that make you feel?"

"I was humiliated, degraded and turned on," I was pounding away on my cock,
caressing my balls with the other hand.

"Did you like it?"

"No!  I mean, yes, I guess I did."  My leg was shaking as I worked on my
cock; I had never felt anything like the rush, terror and thrill that was
going through me.  "I am going to cum!"  I don't know why I announced
that."

"Tell me what you are thinking as you cum!"

"Youuuuuuuuuuuu, meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, naked, whatever you ask!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" and I shot and shot and shot.  Ropes landed on my
hair, face, chin and chest.  It was the most intense release I had ever
felt.  I continued to stroke, feeling the sensitive head of my cock; making
me buck in the chair.  Finally, I finished stroking and realized what had
just happened.  I couldn't believe I had just done that and blushed again.

"Will you wipe up some of your own cum and then lick it off of your
fingers?" he asked in the same level voice he had maintained throughout.

I was in a trance, "Yes," I responded and wiped up some of the cum from my
chest, brought it to my mouth and tasted cum for the first time.  It was
sweet and salty together.

"You a guy, who jacks off in front of another guy and then eats his own
cum!"  he said, taking his eyes off of the camera screen and looking at me.
"How low is that?"

I lowered my head in shame, blushed again and came close to tears.

"NO!  Look at me!  This is what you want!  You want to be debased and
humiliated.  It turns you on.  Isn't that right?"

I nodded without looking up.

"No, tell me and look at me."

I looked up, tears rolling down my face, "Yes, it turns me on."

"Do you want me to ask you to do more?"

"Yes." I said softly

"Will you do anything I ask?"

"Yes, I said in the same voice."

"Good.  Then we have only started."

To be continued.  Comments and suggestions to harryrod575@yahoo.com.  It is
great to hear your suggestions and thoughts.  Have any similar experiences
or desires you want to share?  Send them to me and I'll see if I can work
them into the story.