In the Gym
Robbie had apparently had some kind of influence over Lindsay and this was totally at odds with his view of himself. A country lad with a prodigious athletic ability, his time spent at the Sports Academy was supposed to be spent honing his fitness, skills, techniques and motivation for high-level sport and athletic performance. Instead, he was finding himself conflicted between his athletic goals and finding himself in compromising situations with Robbie, a veteran in the sprint discipline and still a formidable performer in the short and middle distance events, who appeared very interested in Lindsay when naked and vulnerable and thus responsive when aroused.
Growing up in a country town, he was seen as a person who would do his village proud. He had made a few girls dizzy with desire. He also had personal encounters with Mrs Jackson, a young widow who managed her late husband's grain store. She had seduced Lindsay gradually over the first month he began doing the heavy work for her, and then regularly fucking him for the next 6 months prior to his enrolment at the sports academy.
Mrs Jackson was a hard working sole proprietor trying to run her own business and Lindsay admired her for her friendliness and her selfless effort to get the best deal available for her clients. In leaving her employment to join the academy, he missed her company and particularly her interest in him, but he knew he would never settle with her
The last day he spent with her before leaving, he fucked her in every position he could think of and a few other positions she thought of. He left town with vivid memories of her and wondered if they would ever enjoy one another in that way in the future.
He was relieved when he was enrolled and it had ended well. Both knew it was for the best.
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At the academy, Lindsay was faced with a new problem. Showering in a communal setting meant he would need to become accustomed to different values, unfamiliar rules of privacy and new forms of expression. In spite of intense rivalries, there were only praise and admiration expressed to rivals and other team members.
Following two previous encounters with Robbie, he found he was very suggestible. His senior team member had seen him ejaculate while he thought he was alone under the shower. .
Robbie stood right in front of Lindsay observing he had closed his eyes. He watched Lindsay get a spontaneous erection as his exuberant organ swelled up and hardened, finally standing proudly vertical, and 'Hands Free'. Robbie walked past unnoticed, and watched as Lindsay began massaging his cock and very quickly ejaculated his copious sperm at the wall. Later that morning, Lindsay let Robbie hold his hardened organ as he came again for the second time.
Over the next few days, Lindsay wrestled with his crisis of conscience, trying to come to terms with the complicating strands of who and what he was. What kept him sane and normal in his own mind was that he knew he preferred the idea of fucking Mrs Jackson. He thought more about her and missed her or at least he wished he could have her body again to uncomplicated his doubts about his sexuality.
As the weeks progressed, he found himself expected to comply with Robbie's insistence that he suck, lick, and taste Robbie's cock. On one occasion he was within seconds of being seen by the cricket coach, ejaculating into Robbie's mouth, and was confused by becoming aroused so easily by something that repelled him.
Not long after that event, he was widening his initial assessment for sporting skills. When he was directed to the Boxing Gymnasium. Lindsay was paired off in a mentor/protégé pairing and through a casual lottery, he found Robbie to be his partner for instruction with circuit training. Older members were to show the inexperienced athletes the skills methods and protocols for most effective use of the equipment.
During the warm-up sparring session, Robbie sprained his ankle and Lindsay was relieved to be paired off with Maxxy, an athlete in his late thirties who supervised the Gymnasium. Maxxy was a former boxer who had changed over from any form of combat to triathlon.
He politely asked Lindsay if that was OK with him and Lindsay said that he mainly wanted to learn as much as he could.
He was 5 centimetres shorter than Lindsay, but as with all other sports academy personel, did not have an ounce of fat on him. His soft pleasant smile belied his tenacity and prowess in all his sporting endeavours.
Maxxy asked, 'Have you tried the skipping rope mate?'
'Yes. I keep getting the rope caught on my feet as it goes beneath me. What am I doing wrong.'
'Show me.'
Lindsay tried a few quick skips and kept stopping after 3 or 4 skips.
Maxxie said, 'Slow the rope and jump a little higher until you get the hang of it. When it gets easier you can speed it up a bit.'
Lindsay took his advice and was able to increase the number of skips with more careful practise.
Maxxy said, 'You're doing OK. Some of the guys skip for relaxation to stay in shape. How does it feel?'
Lindsay tried again and Maxxy could see him improving. As Lindsay kept skipping, improving his technique, he could also feel his cock gaining weight and sliding up and down inside his sky blue silk boxers, slightly behind his skipping rhythm.
