Summer 2018
I’m Dylan, 22 and just starting to fill in and look more like a young man. I’m 6 ft but I decided to start working out because I always had a smaller frame. Thankfully, my mother, the cheer coach works at the high school in town and has a key to the weight room which is great for me since I’ve always been self conscious about my skinny frame. However, I had started putting on muscle and looking much better.
One summer evening:
I’ve started to put on some mass and feeling much better about myself. One Wednesday evening, around 5, as I’m working out, the principle walks in. It wasn’t uncommon to see him since he keeps in pretty good shape. I was a good, quiet kid in high school and with my mom being an employee under him, I was always on good terms with him and his wife who came with him to work out on most days. This particular day, however, They brought their daughter with them. Her name is Katie. She’s 16, about 5’3 And built like a softball player. Her thin waist, tight curves, and gorgeous face caught me off guard. She’s got flowing blonde hair and plump lips that make you wanna dive right in. I immediately started having an erection so to hide myself, I stated my “Hello’s” and tucked my headphone back in my ear to appear in the zone.
Now Katie was younger than me by about 6 years but she and I were no strangers. She is in my younger brother’s class and I’ve watched them grow up simultaneously. I wasn’t prepared for how my body would react to seeing her maturing into a young woman.
After finishing my workout, I took a moment to collect myself before going over and talking to the family. “How are the Miller’s this evening?”
“Just fine! Yourself?” Said Mrs. Miller who is no slouch herself. She’s always been in great shape for her age but considering she is my moms friend, my mind never wandered like it did seeing Katie.
“I’m great. Thanks for asking. Hi Katie. I haven’t seen you since I left for college. You’re all grown up!” I said.
She blushed and used a finger to stroke some of her blonde hair behind her ear in a cute, shy manner. My dick immediately stirred.
“Hi Dylan. I remember when you left because your brother invited many of us over to hang out in your vacant room. It was a cool hangout spot.” Katie said.
“Well I’m sorry to tell you, the hangout spot is officially closed considering I have moved back into my parents house from the dorms. Only temporary though. I’m searching for apartments in town.”
“Oh that’s super cool!” She said. “Maybe then I’ll see you at more football games in town! I’m one of your mom’s cheerleaders now!”
“For sure!” I said while picturing her doing a toe touch and her shirt flashing up.
I realized I was only talking to Katie now and my paranoia took over. I felt as if Mr and Mrs Miller might be staring a hole right through me but when I looked up, they were already working out with their headphones in and I was talking to their daughter alone.
“Well Katie, I’ll let you get your workout in. It was definitely great to catch up.”
“Sure thing, Dylan. You should come to the football game this Friday. I know a blonde who would love if you joined in on the cheers!”
“Count me in!”
THAT NIGHT:
I was watching TV on the couch when my brother walked in from getting off work.
“I saw Katie today.” I said.
“Katie Miller?” He asked.
“Yeah. She’s growing into a looker. You two used to be good friends. Ever try hitting her up?” I said genuinely curious.
“Nah. We’re too good of friends. Besides, she’s dating some jock.” Said my brother. “Anyway, I’m off to bed.”
My gut sank. Why did I feel slightly hurt having found out she’s in a relationship? Stop it man. She’s in high school. What’s wrong with me?
I headed upstairs to my room to sleep off the shame I was feeling.
THE NEXT DAY: Thursday
The day was very uneventful. I signed more forms applying for accounting positions and cleaned my room. I was anxiously awaiting 5 o’clock, my usual gym time. On uneventful days like this, the gym makes me feel productive. That and I needed to blow off some energy that was building up in my balls. During bulking season, I had heard that Mike Tyson, among other athletes would refrain from masturbation to keep testosterone levels high. I’ve been giving it a try but considering the previous day’s mental simulation, I was extra torqued.
As I arrived at the high school and approached the gym, I noticed another car. Usually at this time and during the summer, I’m the only one here besides the Miller’s. That was definitely not the Miller’s car.
“Whatever.” I thought and proceeded into the weight room. My headphones were in and my hood was up so I almost didn’t notice her. Katie. At the squat machine, facing away from me. The only thing that shocked me out of the trance I was in was her cute, soft voice grunting “Hey Dylan!” As she re-racked the bar and weights.
I snapped myself back to reality and once again felt shame alongside lust.
“Hey Katie. I didn’t realize you’d be here again. I’m usually the only one here.”
“Oh well I can leave.” She said looking kind of bummed.
“Oh no! You’re fine. I mean you’re not gonna bother me at all.”
In all reality, I was looking forward to working out while having something to look at. I didn’t want to admit it to myself, but I was feeling extra pumped.
“So hey,” She said with a hint of hesitation in her voice.
“Yeah?”
“I actually need a spotter for my squats. Would you mind?”
Oh my God. I wanted to scream “Fuck yes!” But what came out was..
“Of course.”
Good, I thought. I answered in a non suggestive manner.
“Great!” She said with a very satisfied tone of voice. What was that? We she giving me some nonverbal signal? No. It’s all in my head. I’m just a perverted young man in my physical prime and primitive urges are natural right?
Katie walked over to the squat machine and dipped her shoulders under the bar and was now in a slightly squatting position giving me the best view of her gym attire that I had gotten yet. She was wearing a pink sports bra that perfectly complimented her C cup breasts with the sporty type leggings that wrapped tightly around an ass that had been molded by cheerleading and softball. Once again, I was in a trance.
“Hey googly eyes,” She said giggling. “You gonna spot me or what?”
Oh shit. I felt a flush of embarrassment course through me and all I could mutter was, “Yeah. Yeah.”
I squatted behind her bringing my arms up under hers and bent at the knees in the squat spotting position. I was the big spoon to her little. She unracked the weight and starting repping. Her blonde hair was in my face and I could smell her fruity shampoo with a mix of the young pheromones from the sweat that she was working up. As she repped, the tension between us rose higher and higher until she stumbled backwards bringing my crotch and her ass together. I caught the weight and her and racked the bar. As she stepped away from the weights she caught me trying to conceal my hard on that had sprang from the one pump dry hump that had just occurred. Katie giggled.
“Got a problem?” She asked looking at my crotch.
“Oh no! Just getting re-adjusted.”
She laughed almost a little too much and I though surely she sees me as a creep now.
KATIE: “Wow. I didn’t know I could have that affect on an older guy.”
ME: My head jerked up. “I’m not an older guy!”
KATIE: “You are to me. But that’s okay, I like older guys.”
ME: “Well I’m 22. I still feel very young.”
KATIE: “You are. Just older to me. In a good way.”
She said blushing.
ME: “Oh yeah? How old is your boyfriend?”
KATIE: “How did you know I had a boyfriend?”
ME: “I was talking to my brother.”
KATIE: “Oh yeah! He’s cool. I wish he hadn’t told you I had a boyfriend. I thought you might hit on me if you thought I didn’t.”
ME: “Really? But I’m so much older than you.”
KATIE: “You are but only by 6 years.”
ME:”You just told me that I was an older guy to you.”
KATIE: “You are but still young enough to hit on me.”
ME: “Why would you want me to hit on you if you’ve got a boyfriend? Especially since I’m older.”
KATIE: “It feels good to have an older guy hit on me. Especially one that looks like you. You could get a hottie.”
She was right in that I wasn’t too bad looking. I didn’t have a chiseled jaw line or a rugged six pack. But I had put on muscle, gotten a decent haircut, and started dressing better. However, she seemed to perceive me to be a stud.
ME: “Ha! Yeah. Sure.”
KATIE: “What? I would let you smash.”
Now this was the first actual suggestive transfer of words and that comment sprang my cock to life once more.
ME: “WOAH. That’s a little much don’t you think?”
KATIE: “I don’t think so.”
ME:”Well Katie, you’re young and I’m just too old to do anything with you.”
Her face immediately flushed and she looked upset. I wanted to just hug her then and kiss her. On top of growing into a young woman, she was also cute. Very cute. Like in an adorable “Awww” kind of way. She had puppy dog eyes.
KATIE: “So since I’m young, I’m not good enough for someone like you?”
ME:” Oh no! You for sure are! You’re a great looking girl and a sweetheart.”
KATIE: “Then what’s the issue?”
ME: “Well. I think folks around here would look at me differently if I pursued you.”
KATIE: “Nobody has to know. Look we’re already talking to each other right now and no one would ever found out if we did anything right now.”
I found myself being convinced by this high schooler and trying to talk myself into acting on my perverted thoughts. Blood flooded back to my dick and my thoughts turned deviant again.
KATIE: “Plus it looks like you already agree with me.”
She said giggling as she reached her hand towards my dick and placed the palm of her little hand on it.
ME: “WOAH. What are you doing?!”
KATIE: “Geez take it easy. I’m just having fun.”
ME: “I think I should get to my workout.”
KATIE: “Okay, buzzkiller. Are you coming to the game tomorrow?”
ME: “I’m planning on it.”
Her face lit up and she bounced up and down saying “Yay! Yay! Yay!”. Her breasts bounced up and down and I found myself just as excited as her.
KATIE: “Better tuck your penis away before you come though.” She said blushing.”Or I could do it for you..”
She reached her hand forward again and instead of turning away, I let it happen. She stepped forward and grabbed my gym shorts and pulled them away from my waist just enough to slip her hand down my pants and grabbed my cock. She pumped it a few times and my head started to rock back as her velvet hand stroked my cock. She then pushed it to the side and withdrew her hands from me. She looked up at me and we were inches from each other’s face. She leaned in and kissed my cheek and said “See you at the game.” The high school sophomore left the gym and I watched her ass as she swayed her hips to an imaginary beat that I made up in my head. I was in another trance. I stood there in the middle of the weight room for at least a half hour until I could take in what had just happened.
(Continued in chapter 2…)