Coach Assistant

By: Tim
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Chapter 1

I looked around the lockers still not sure what I was doing there. My father called from his office and said that I could better wait here until the matches were to begin. I slowly walked into his office. I would rather have stayed in the lockers waiting until the guys would have come in. I sat down on a chair in the corner of my father's office. He walked out again and I just sat there thinking about how and why my luck somehow changed and I had a chance to spend every Saturday until the next summer between all those good-looking sporting guys.

But maybe you are wondering who I am. I am Nicholas but most of the time they call me Nick. I am 17 years old and we just moved during summer to this new college where my dad is the new coach for the gymnastic and athletic department. It was a college with a very good name on all kinds of sports so my father was proud of getting a job there. I had a lot of trouble moving for the third time in five years. What I thought or felt about it was never any point of discussion. The change my father got in his new job plus the fact that my younger brother would have a terrific environment to perform his athletics skills were more important.

I was somehow a disappointment in my father's life as a coach. I wasn't that bad looking but I had more brains than a desire to do well in any kind of sport. My father tried to encourage me to try out in almost every sport from my 8th until my 12th but when my younger brother became more and more a good athlete my father lost all the attention for me.

Let me say that I was never jealous of my brother; he gave me the possibility to spend more time in the library and later on becoming more and more in touch with computers and the internet. As I said before I was quite good-looking and over the years I got some attention from the girls. Somehow I always got away from that mostly because not one of them was interested in spending much time in the library or talking about computers. So now I was 17, I hadn't had a girlfriend and found myself more attracted to guys. But that seemed to be a problem always when I found someone nice I hadn't had the courage to go to him and speak up. Even just small talk was difficult because it was as if the other guy felt the tension there was between us when I was alone with a guy.

My little brother though had a lot of attentions because with his blue eyes and blond hair, he was almost irresistible. Especially with that well-formed body. He had been working out since he was 9 and now, 6 years later, he was quite a handsome boy. I looked a lot like my brother, only my hair was brown and of cause I didn't have a perfectly trained body. We didn't do much together and we didn't have a lot of fights; we just kept to ourselves.

When we moved to this new town my mother was not happy with this decision. We knew it wasn't going too well between my father and her. So it was no surprise when she said that she was going to think about divorce and would not come with us to the new city. My father didn't make a lot of discussion about it and somehow was quite happy about it - I thought. We moved in the last week of summer and my dad made it clear that we had to work together to get everything done around the house, but he was convinced that we could handle things.

Because my father had a lot time off after school practice hours and my brother had to do the same, I was left alone during the first two weeks quite often. Somehow that seemed to have bugged my dad because when the season with the competitions came he knew that I would be home alone most of the Saturdays. My brother, besides his athletic aspirations, also joined my father's gymnastic team. They agreed that because during wintertime not a lot of athletics were going on, and this was a good way to keep his condition up. As a side effect some of the things could help him perform better in high or long jump. My brother, by the way, is called David and is a good athlete on all 10 disciplines of the decathlon.

So when the first Saturday came my father suggested that I could become his assistant during the games. When I asked what I had to do he said "just wait and see." There are always things to do. So that was the reason why I was sitting here in my dad's office on a Saturday waiting for the gymnastic team to enter the locker room. It was the first competition they had this new year and it was not against a very strong team so they all thought of this as a nice day to start with. I knew all these things from the discussion between my brother and father.

After 10 minutes or so, I heard some noises and when I looked backwards I saw some of the team members come in. Some of them I knew already from school but there were also some I didn't know. Of cause there was my brother with his new friend Mike. I had met him already at our place. Somehow I didn't feel good around him despite the fact he was quite good-looking. Then there was Tommy who was in the same class as I was. He was the normal sporting guy with a lot of girls around him and a lot of big talk. But he didn't make any remarks about me like some of the sports guys did at my old school.

I knew that the three of them would be the first group to go onto the field. Three others would make up the second half of the team and would start in the second round. What I didn't understand that these guys who normally would train in normal shorts or training suites would go out on competitions in those strange tight 'long johns' or those very small shorts at the other apparatus. I attended some games on my former highschool from the tribune, more to please my father than anything else. But I always tried to steal a glimpse of the guys when they changed between the apparatus each time. It was never a lot I saw because I was always too far away to see anything.

My father walked back into his office and closed the door.

"So, Nick, what I want you to do is go onto the floor with the first group and stay with them during the complete competition. If they need anything or if they have questions for me, you can make sure to find me. I have already told them that you would assist me but always think that the gymnast is the centre of everything; he must be helped and obeyed in everything while is on the floor. He is the actor who is going to perform. So can you do that son?"

"Yeah, Dad, that doesn't sound too difficult".

"Ok, go to the judge and make yourself known as my assistant; otherwise you are not allowed to go on the floor".

I went outside his office and saw that the guys were just getting ready. So I walked towards the hall and introduced myself to one of the judges who gave me a little sticker to put on my sweater. Just looking around the hall my thoughts took me away. In a few minutes I would be there and I could see everything while the guys were changing. My dick started to get hard but then I heard my brother who yelled: "Nick, come on; give us a hand getting our things out!"

I walked back toward the lockers and followed my brother into the room.

"Ok, Nick, can you get everything that is in those bags. We want to start with the warm-up. I think we will start with the rings so please leave the bags over there."

"Ok, little brother, anything else".

"No just go there and we will be out in a second. Mike's and Tommy's bags are over there so go on."

I walked back into the hall with three bags and looked around to see where the place with the rings was. Then I started to walk in that direction. Putting the bags beside the bank, Tommy's bag fell open. I could see that he had his little shorts on top of everything else. 'So they will start with long trousers on', I thought; 'in them you can see the shape of their dicks'. I looked around to see if there was anybody else. A small group of people came towards my direction. They seemed to be our opponents for today. I introduced myself as the coach's assistant and looked how they put everything on the bank and started to get ready. It seemed to be a competition's routine, but it was all new to me. I focussed on the front of their pants and tried to get every glimpse I could get. Then I realized that I was staring just a little bit too much and looked around to see if my brother and his teammates were already arriving. They didn't. The other team didn't seem to mind exposing themselves just in front of me. I started to get a hardon from it and decided it was better to look in a different direction.

Then Mike and Tommy arrived.

"Okay, Nick," Mike said. "Next time please put our bags to the left side. That is how we want it in future."

He changed the place of the bags and started to get some tape out of it. I had a hard time not to look at their trousers. I had to get used to it soon.

I didn't see when my brother approached us and heard his voice first. When I looked back I saw how he came walking towards us with just a little more than a normal dick in his pants. Did he do this on purpose or had he a difficult time controlling it as well.

I was glad to see that he took the seat farthest from me. That meant that Tommy would be sitting next to me during the whole game. I was very curious what would happen while he did his routine and where we would go to the next one.

Tommy was the first to perform. He did it perfect in my opinion and made only a few mistakes according to the comments Mike was making. When he finished he got the approval of Mike and my brother so I decided to join in. I stood and congratulated him and walked him back to our seat.

Mike did some warming up exercises on the sideline and my brother was looking at the opponents to see what they were doing. Tommy started to get the tape off his wrists and then lifted his ass a little to get out of the long trousers. I had a hard time not looking but then he asked me what I thought of his performance. Now I had to answer and to look in his direction.

"Well according to my brother and Mike you did well. Until now I didn't see a lot of exercises so it is hard for me to tell if any one did well or not".

"I see," he answered. "Well, you will learn quickly if you are going to be here every Saturday. I like to have the opportunity to have someone else's opinion than your brother's or Mike's. They see it in a far too professional kind of way".

"Ok, I will try to be objective and see if I can tell you if you did something wrong in my eyes. But that will take a while before you can rely on my remarks. I am just beginning today so I have a long way to go".

In the meantime I had a good chance to look at his crotch and the way his balls and dick were placed in his gymnastic jersey. His dick didn't look to be hard but it was kind of aroused more than a normal dick was, so I assumed that Tommy was enjoying showing himself off like this during competitions.

During the rest of the game I saw a lot of crotches like that. Never the one from my brother. He was just too quick in changing. Most of the times Mike and Tommy were blocking my view, too.

I believe at the end of the day everyone was satisfied with what I did because I didn't get any remarks and they just were glad they won the game. During the whole game I had a lot of difficulty not showing my hard dick trough my jeans. I was glad I was home early to make dinner for Dad and my brother. But instead of starting to prepare dinner I had a long and hard pull on my dick and with the image of Tommy in his jersies on my mind it took only a few minutes before my cum spurted all over the place. It was one of the hardest squirts I had ever had and I just loved it.

Then I realized that I was going to have a good time each Saturday and perhaps even good enough to have some adventures. It didn't seem that one of our teammates would be interested but the opponent's team was also there. I decided I would take the job and not have a discussion about it with Dad.

To be continued...

Posted: 05/29/15