WVC Ch. 29: The Gym 01

Kneeling on the floor behind me, Mya ran the towel up and down my parted legs, paying particular attention to the valley between my ass cheeks and the inside of my open thighs. In her enthusiastic drying, she bumped the underside of my ball sac and sent my burgeoning hard-on bouncing. As it finally settled, I realized that it nearly fully erect. And that the clear fluid dripping from the tip was no longer water from the shower.

Panting heavily, the slim blonde standing in front of me appeared to be on the verge of another orgasm, her fingers a blur between her legs. As she crested over the top of another climax, Mya slid around on the wet tiles and started on my front.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!"

With her hips jerking uncontrollably, the blonde kept pumping, her brown eyes wide and unseeing. As Mya began working up my legs, she glanced over her shoulder as the pretty blonde collapsed onto the tile, spasms wracking her slim body. She rolled onto her side, hand still jammed between her thighs, moaning. With a wry grin on her face, the Asian girl avoided my throbbing cock as she stood and started drying my torso.

"My goodness! Some people just have no control."

Gazing directly at the pulsing pole jutting straight out, she dabbed the towel around the base of my swollen stalk.

"Aren't you glad that you're learning self-discipline?'

After gently sponging my balls hanging between my thighs, she began blotting up my quivering shaft as she continued.

"Glad that you can control this big penis of yours, instead of it controlling you?"

"Yes Ma'am. I guess so."

"You guess so?"

Carefully, she circled her thumb and forefinger just below the ridge that crowned my twitching pole and lifted it up toward the ceiling so she could inspect the rounded end. Flinging the towel over her shoulder, she delicately smeared the slippery fluid across the tip, scooping some on her fingertip and slipping it between her lips. She smiled.

"Umm. Just as good as I remember."

Still holding my jerking hard-on lifted high, she returned her finger to my engorged cockhead, gently rubbing the tip delicately back and forth across the oozing slit, teasing the hole to spread wide and yield more of my clear juice. Carrying a bundle of clothes under in her arm, Erika appeared in the doorway. I'd never noticed that she'd left.

"What are you doing, Mya?"

Like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar, she immediately let me go and stood up, a sheepish grin on her cute face.

"I was drying him off."

Striding purposely past the bodies writhing on the floor, my trainer looked dubiously at the other girl and then gazed down at my dripping cock.

"He looks plenty dry, except for this."

Shifting the clothes so she could extend her hand, she slid her the tip of her forefinger across my gaping cockhole, pulling it slowly away so a glistening strand of my lubricating fluid stretched out, sparkling in the overhead lights. Sounding almost shy, Mya explained.

"I was just playing with him. I wasn't going to let him cum."

"Uh huh."

Erika lengthened the silvery thread until it snapped, the section still attached to my quivering cockhead swinging back and forth, falling in slow motion until it descended to the tiles between my parted legs.

"You need to be careful with him. Although he's nearly fully trained by now, we don't want any additional setbacks. Here."

The shapely brunette thrust the clothes out to me, and I realized that they were my own. She must have retrieved them from my workout bag.

"Get dressed."

From her protective position beside me, Brooke defended her partner.

"He might have been close, but we were paying attention. We weren't going to jeopardize all the work that you've done."

I was too busy pulling on a clean t-shirt to glance at my trainer, but I could hear the pride in her voice.

"Yeah, well. We've had our share of failures, but we're on the right track now."

With my stiff cock bouncing off my thighs, I stepped into the fresh pair of gym shorts and pulled them up my legs.

"I don't want to screw it up this close to the end."

As I tucked my raging hard-on inside the elastic waistband, my ears perked up. "This close to the end?" That's encouraging. I had had my doubts about there ever being one. Glancing down, I saw that the strength of my erection had created a large tent in my crotch, and worse, the fluid leaking from my slit was darkening the light gray cotton at the very tip. Grinning, Erika held up my tennis shoes with another pair of athletic socks.

"Very sexy. Come on. You can put your shoes on in the locker room."

Following her swaying hips, I gingerly stepped over and around the bodies strewn on the shower floor, the tent in my shorts bobbing energetically with each I stride I took. Mya and Brooke trailed after us. When we reached the locker area, she dropped my shoes by one of the benches and handed me my socks.

"Finish dressing, and I'll walk you out."

Smiling down at my crotch, she observed.

"You're still hard."

Hastily, I sat down and followed her deep blue eyes down to my lap. She was right. My hard-on seemed to be just as rigid as when I was on the verge of a climax under the shower. And all of the walking had smeared the juice oozing from my cockhole across the inside of my shorts. What had been a small but noticeable spot had mushroomed into a dark circle now more than an inch wide. Glancing around the room, I was grateful that it was fairly deserted.

Yanking on the socks, I ducked my head to tie my shoes, hiding the jutting lump between my thighs, at least for the moment. My two workout partners still lingered nearby when I finished. Holding out her hand, Brooke grinned.

"I've really enjoyed working you today, more than I thought I would."

As I stood to shake her hand, I felt my stiff cock sway loosely inside the shorts, undoubtedly depositing more fluid and expanding the size of the wet spot. Dropping her brown eyes, she watched it jiggle as she continued.

"And I'm already looking forward to the next time."

The next time? How far in advance did the Club plan their scenarios? I didn't have time to mull it over as Mya gave me a big hug, pressing her amazing chest against mine. She'd thrown a towel over her wet shoulders that left her firm breasts uncovered. They were spectacular, high and round under the soaking wet top, the pointed nipples hard and erect. There was a definite sparkle in her black eyes as she spoke.

"I'm not sure I can wait until then. Maybe we can arrange a private workout."

That was enough for Erika. Taking my arm, she steered me out of the locker room and out into the hallway, my stiff cock waggling in front of me. We'd only taken a few steps toward the exit before the door to the coach's office swung open and Coach Turner appeared. With a surprised look on her face, she stopped in her tracks, her full breasts pressing against the tight t-shirt she wore.

"Bill! I knew you were scheduled for a gym session, but I didn't realize it was today."

Her blue eyes flicked down to the distended tent in my shorts, throbbing visibly with each beat of my heart.

"I was going to ask how your workout went, but I can see that one muscle is still being exercised."

I felt a flush spread quickly over my face as she continued, leaning over slightly to stare at the quivering lump, examining the dark spot in my bulging shorts.

"Did he have an accident?"

Lightly rubbing my shoulders, Erika explained.

"No, Coach, but it was pretty close. Remember his penis leaks a lot when he's erect."

"Oh. Right."

Never lifting her gaze from between my legs, she started to turn away, and then stopped.

"I almost forgot. You didn't attend the local high school, did you Bill?"

She finally raised her twinkling blue eyes up to meet mine after she asked the question.

"No, Coach. I went to a consolidated school west of here."

"That's right."

Nodding, she lowered her gaze once more as she continued.

"I may have a job for you. Nothing's been finalized yet, but a young man with your particular qualifications would perfect. I'll keep you posted."

With a smile up at my face, the curly haired coach breezed past us and disappeared into the locker room. As Erika led me down the hallway, I looked at her.

"Do you know what she's talking about?"

"Haven't a clue."

She pushed open one of the double doors and we were outside, bright sunshine nearly blinding us. Two coeds stopped short on the sunlit landing, staring from behind sunglasses. After a long moment, they burst into giggles and brushed by us to head into the building. Once they were gone, my trainer turned to me and glanced down, a wry grin on her face.

"You certainly got their attention. Your wet spot has gotten bigger."

Following her eyes down to the front of my shorts, I saw that she was right. No longer slightly larger than an inch, the dark circle had expanded to become nearly three inches across. At least my hard-on had begun to wilt, still pressing the gray cotton out, but now clearly pointing down.

"I've got an appointment back at Sigma Epsilon. You'll be fine the rest of the way to your dorm. See you Saturday."

She turned to go, her smile growing broader.

"Wait! What's happening Saturday?"

With a wave of her hand, the shapely brunette skipped down the steps and started off across the campus, calling to me over her shoulder.

"You'll find out."

Didn't I always? It just seemed that everyone else knew first.