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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 37
Memories Of My Trainer And Mr. Weenie
I was a runner on our track team at school. One of those days I tripped and fell and hurt my ankle and had to limp off the track. The school trainer came over to help me limp back to the bench. He got down and held my ankle to make sure it wasn't broken. He applied some stuff on my ankle and wrapped it tight. All the time on his knee and all the time he worked on me I wanted him to bite me and I developed a hard cock. He put his hand on my cock and told me to be careful and not let that slip out of my shorts.
I was loaned a pair of crutches and he helped me learn how to use them by holding me by the hips. His hands didn't always stay put on my hips, he slapped my ass a couple of times to get me going. And because I was still in my track shorts he grabbed me by my cock and asked me how Mr. Weenie was doing.
He helped me get dressed, making sure I didn't fall. Not that I couldn't have stood on one foot, but he was there to hold me. He said 'you be my sweetie pie and don't fall'. I felt his face next to mine and a kiss on the cheek. He asked me if Mr. Weenie needed a kiss, and he sat on the bench and kissed me right on my cock. The next kiss came on my lips, 'you're a sweetie pie' and I went off on my crutches to class.
Oh boy, I did not pay attention the rest of the day at school. Nothing entered my mind in any of my classes. When it was time for me to head for the bus, the trainer was waiting to help me get up the steps holding my crutches, and giving the driver instructions on how to help me get off.
That night, my ankle hurt so much I had to take aspiring. But at night I got so hard and I had to beat off. As we had gym everyday of the week I sat out with the trainer helping him do what I could, gym bags on the bench as I helped sort out jock straps. There on the sidelines, he patted my leg, called me 'sweetie' and asked me how Mr. Weenie was doing. One moment he was sitting, the other standing in front of me pulling up his gym shorts showing me what he had in store for me when I got back on my feet.
Once I was off the crutches, but still favoring my ankle, I was in the training room and he gave me a great big kiss, dropped to his knees and gave Mr. Weenie a great big kiss through my shorts. He sat me on the bench and held my face in his hands and rubbed my face against his cock in his pants. In that same training room, because I became his equipment assistant, I learned how to let him show me how much he appreciated me with his cock. I loved every minute of his attention, and fell in love with his cock.
I recovered completely and went on to run track in college. But I always remembered my trainer back in high school and how much he kissed me and made me feel good. I never really had another relationship like that. No one ever called me sweetie or asked me how Mr. Weenie was doing. I really miss that.
I was loaned a pair of crutches and he helped me learn how to use them by holding me by the hips. His hands didn't always stay put on my hips, he slapped my ass a couple of times to get me going. And because I was still in my track shorts he grabbed me by my cock and asked me how Mr. Weenie was doing.
He helped me get dressed, making sure I didn't fall. Not that I couldn't have stood on one foot, but he was there to hold me. He said 'you be my sweetie pie and don't fall'. I felt his face next to mine and a kiss on the cheek. He asked me if Mr. Weenie needed a kiss, and he sat on the bench and kissed me right on my cock. The next kiss came on my lips, 'you're a sweetie pie' and I went off on my crutches to class.
Oh boy, I did not pay attention the rest of the day at school. Nothing entered my mind in any of my classes. When it was time for me to head for the bus, the trainer was waiting to help me get up the steps holding my crutches, and giving the driver instructions on how to help me get off.
That night, my ankle hurt so much I had to take aspiring. But at night I got so hard and I had to beat off. As we had gym everyday of the week I sat out with the trainer helping him do what I could, gym bags on the bench as I helped sort out jock straps. There on the sidelines, he patted my leg, called me 'sweetie' and asked me how Mr. Weenie was doing. One moment he was sitting, the other standing in front of me pulling up his gym shorts showing me what he had in store for me when I got back on my feet.
Once I was off the crutches, but still favoring my ankle, I was in the training room and he gave me a great big kiss, dropped to his knees and gave Mr. Weenie a great big kiss through my shorts. He sat me on the bench and held my face in his hands and rubbed my face against his cock in his pants. In that same training room, because I became his equipment assistant, I learned how to let him show me how much he appreciated me with his cock. I loved every minute of his attention, and fell in love with his cock.
I recovered completely and went on to run track in college. But I always remembered my trainer back in high school and how much he kissed me and made me feel good. I never really had another relationship like that. No one ever called me sweetie or asked me how Mr. Weenie was doing. I really miss that.
