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The gym was quiet, save for the faint creak of the building settling in the cool morning air. Aaron and Lucas shuffled in awkwardly, their sneakers scuffing against the polished floor. Neither of them wanted to be here, but they had no choice. Coach Miller had made it clear—this meeting wasn’t optional.
Aaron, tall and wiry, with messy chestnut hair and a permanent flush on his fair skin, had been jittery all morning. He’d hardly slept the night before, his mind racing after the coach’s curt demand to “show up and explain yourself.” Beside him, Lucas, who was shorter but stockier with sandy blond hair and a sharp jawline, looked calmer, but Aaron could see the tension in his clenched fists.
“You think he’s going to make us run laps or something?” Aaron whispered, his voice tight.
Lucas snorted softly, though his usual smirk was absent. “Doubt it. He said it was about the class we skipped, right? Probably just wants us to listen to a lecture.”
Aaron nodded, but his stomach churned. They’d skipped the first PE class of the semester, thinking it wasn’t a big deal. “It’s just PE,” Lucas had said, waving it off. “What could we possibly miss?”
Apparently, they’d missed more than they’d realized.
The heavy sound of a door creaking open startled them both. Coach Miller stepped out of his office, clipboard in hand. His imposing frame filled the doorway, his broad shoulders and square jaw lending him an air of authority that neither boy dared to challenge.
“Morning, boys,” Coach said, his deep voice echoing slightly in the empty gym. “Come with me.”
Aaron and Lucas exchanged uneasy glances but followed without protest. Coach Miller led them to a smaller, private room off to the side of the gym. The walls were bare, save for a height chart and a mirror, and the only furniture was a desk, a couple of chairs, and a tall cabinet.
Coach gestured for them to stand in the center of the room while he set his clipboard on the desk. “You know why you’re here,” he began, his tone brisk. “You decided to skip my first class. And in doing so, you missed something important.”
Aaron swallowed hard. “We didn’t think—”
“That’s obvious,” Coach interrupted, fixing him with a sharp look. “Yesterday, we did a full-body evaluation. Height, weight, body composition—everything. It’s standard at the start of the semester so we can track your progress. But since you two thought you were above showing up, you didn’t participate.”
Lucas shifted uncomfortably. “Can’t we just, like… do it now?”
Coach’s lips curved into a faint smirk. “Exactly. That’s why you’re here. Shoes off, shirts off. Let’s get started.”
Aaron hesitated, his stomach flipping. He didn’t remember hearing anything about full-body evaluations. Was this really necessary? But the coach’s expectant gaze left no room for argument. Slowly, he kicked off his sneakers and tugged his shirt over his head, his slim torso exposed to the room’s cool air. Lucas followed suit, pulling off his hoodie to reveal his broader, more muscular frame.
“Good,” Coach said, picking up his clipboard. “Now the rest. Pants, too.”
Aaron blinked. “Wait, what?”
Coach arched an eyebrow. “We need accurate measurements. Everyone else yesterday did this without complaints. You’re not going to hold things up, are you?”
Lucas tensed, his jaw clenching. “This seems a little—”
“Do you really want me to write you up for refusing to cooperate?” Coach’s voice was calm but firm, leaving no room for argument.
Aaron’s heart raced as he fumbled with the button of his jeans, reluctantly sliding them down and stepping out of them. Standing there in just his boxer briefs, he felt exposed, his lean legs covered in a faint dusting of hair. Lucas hesitated longer but finally complied, peeling off his joggers to reveal his toned thighs and snug briefs.
Coach Miller’s gaze swept over them appraisingly. “Almost there,” he said, his smirk widening. “Boxers off.”
Aaron froze, his face burning. “What? Why—”
“Full-body examination,” Coach said smoothly. “You skipped it yesterday, so you’re making up for it now. Everyone else had to strip. Are you saying you’re too shy?”
Aaron’s face burned hotter, but the coach’s sharp gaze left him no choice. Slowly, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and slid them down, his face crimson as he stepped out of them. His slender frame was fully exposed now, his penis soft and resting gently against his thigh, his balls drawn up slightly from the room’s coolness.
Lucas let out a frustrated sigh before following suit, his movements stiff and reluctant. His thicker, slightly darker penis hung low, his balls heavier and more pronounced. Both boys stood there awkwardly, their bare bodies on full display.
Coach’s eyes lingered on them for a moment before he stepped closer, his clipboard in hand. “Let’s take a look.”
Coach Miller stepped closer, his clipboard tucked under one arm, his presence looming over the two exposed boys. Aaron’s face burned as he felt the coach’s gaze on him, his slender frame trembling slightly under the scrutiny. Lucas stood rigid, his fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tight as if he were holding back an explosion of words.
“Relax,” Coach said, his voice calm but firm. “This is a standard examination. We need to ensure your bodies are in top shape for the semester.” His eyes flicked between them, settling first on Aaron. “Step forward.”
Aaron’s stomach twisted as he shuffled forward, his bare feet cold against the polished floor. His hands twitched at his sides, every instinct screaming at him to cover himself, but he didn’t dare. Coach Miller set the clipboard down on a nearby table and reached for the measuring tape in his pocket.
“Arms at your sides,” Coach instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Aaron obeyed, his breathing shallow as the coach began the examination. Starting at his shoulders, Coach measured the width of Aaron’s frame, his hands brushing lightly against his skin. Aaron flinched at the contact, his breath hitching, but Coach didn’t seem to notice—or maybe he didn’t care. The tape moved lower, skimming down Aaron’s torso, his ribs, his waist, until it rested just above his groin.
Aaron’s body stiffened as the coach’s hand paused, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin of his lower abdomen. “Good muscle tone,” Coach murmured, almost to himself. “Now let’s check the rest.”
“The rest?” Aaron’s voice cracked slightly, his face burning.
Coach smirked faintly. “Relax. It’s just a measurement.”
Before Aaron could react, Coach’s hand moved lower, his fingers wrapping around Aaron’s flaccid penis with a practiced ease that made Aaron’s knees threaten to buckle. The tape measure followed, stretching along the length of Aaron’s shaft. His breathing quickened, his heart pounding in his chest as the coach’s grip tightened slightly, his touch deliberate but not rough.
“Hmm,” Coach mused, tilting his head slightly as he noted the length on his clipboard. “Not bad. But we’ll need to see more.”
Aaron blinked, his mind racing. “What do you mean?”
Coach didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he turned to Lucas, gesturing for him to step forward. Lucas hesitated, his body visibly tense, but he eventually obeyed, his movements stiff and reluctant. Aaron stepped back, his hands twitching as he watched Coach repeat the process.
“Same for you,” Coach said, his tone calm as he reached for Lucas. His hand wrapped around Lucas’s thicker length, his grip steady as he measured with the tape. Lucas’s breathing hitched, and he muttered something under his breath, his face dark with humiliation.
“Relax,” Coach said again, his smirk widening slightly. “This is just the beginning.”
Lucas glared at him but didn’t move, his body rigid as Coach finished taking notes. Setting the clipboard aside, Coach stepped back and addressed them both. “Now, as I said, we’ll need to see more.”
Aaron felt his stomach drop. “More of what?”
Coach’s smirk deepened. “Your erect measurements. Can’t track progress without a proper baseline, can we?”
Lucas let out a sharp laugh, though there was no humor in it. “You’ve got to be kidding.”
“Not at all,” Coach said, his voice smooth. “It’s part of the process. You skipped class, so you’re making up for it. Now, get yourselves ready.”
Aaron’s face burned hotter, his hands twitching at his sides. “You mean we’re supposed to just—”
“You’re young, healthy boys,” Coach interrupted. “It shouldn’t take much. Go ahead. Start.”
Neither of them moved, their shock and embarrassment freezing them in place. Coach sighed dramatically, stepping forward. “Fine. If you’re too shy, I’ll help you out.”
Aaron’s breath caught as Coach’s hand wrapped around him again, this time with a deliberate stroke that made him gasp. His knees buckled slightly, and he grabbed at the edge of the desk for support as Coach continued, his movements slow and measured. Aaron’s body betrayed him, warmth pooling low in his abdomen as his penis began to harden under the coach’s touch.
“See?” Coach murmured, his voice low. “Not so hard.”
Aaron’s face burned with shame as his erection grew, standing stiff and throbbing in the coach’s hand. He let out a shaky breath, his body trembling with a mix of humiliation and unwilling arousal.
Lucas’s eyes darted between Aaron and the coach, his jaw clenched. “This is insane.”
“Then take care of it yourself,” Coach said smoothly, turning his attention to Lucas. “Or do you need encouragement too?”
Lucas cursed under his breath but reluctantly wrapped his own hand around his length, his strokes hesitant at first. His cheeks flushed, his movements growing steadier as his body responded. Aaron’s gaze flicked toward him, his own arousal spiking at the sight of Lucas stroking himself.
Coach watched them both intently, his smirk never faltering. “Good,” he said, his tone almost approving. “Now keep going. I need to see everything.”
Aaron’s strokes quickened, his breathing turning shallow as the heat built within him. His hips jerked involuntarily, his body aching for release. Lucas let out a low, frustrated groan, his strokes growing rougher as his own arousal reached its peak.
“Don’t stop,” Coach murmured, stepping closer. “You’re almost there.”
Aaron’s strokes faltered as Coach Miller stepped back, his sharp gaze flicking between the two boys. “Don’t slow down now,” he said, his tone calm but commanding. “We’re not done yet.”
Aaron’s chest heaved as he tried to steady his breathing, his hand still gripping his throbbing length. He glanced over at Lucas, whose face was a storm of anger and confusion, though his hand continued its reluctant movement. “This… this can’t be normal,” Aaron muttered, his voice shaky. “You’re telling us you made everyone do this yesterday?”
Coach’s smirk widened, though he didn’t answer right away. Instead, he picked up his clipboard, scribbling something down with infuriating composure. “It’s all part of the assessment,” he said smoothly, his eyes never leaving the page. “Body composition, erection measurements, sperm quality—it’s all connected to physical health.”
Lucas froze mid-motion, his jaw tightening. “You’re telling me you had the entire class jerk off for you? No way.”
Coach looked up, raising an eyebrow. “Are you questioning the curriculum? Because I assure you, this is standard practice.”
Aaron’s stomach churned, his face burning with humiliation. “None of the guys said anything about this. Not one.”
“Maybe they were smart enough to keep their mouths shut,” Coach shot back, his tone clipped. “Now, are you two going to cooperate, or am I going to have to report your refusal to participate?”
The threat hung heavy in the air, silencing any further protests. Aaron swallowed hard, his hand trembling as he resumed stroking himself. Lucas hesitated, his face dark with resentment, but after a long, tense moment, he muttered a curse under his breath and continued.
“Wait,” Aaron said suddenly, his voice tight as he looked up at the coach. “What about the girls? You’re saying you made them do this too?”
Coach’s eyes gleamed with something unreadable, his smirk deepening. “Oh, the girls? No, they didn’t participate.” He paused, letting the tension hang in the air. “They just watched.”
Aaron’s face went white, his stomach twisting into knots. Lucas’s eyes widened, his breath catching. “You can’t be serious,” he said, his voice strained.
Coach shrugged, his expression calm. “It’s all part of the learning process. You skipped, you missed out. Now, enough questions. Keep going.”
Aaron’s mind raced, the thought of their classmates—all the girls they knew—watching something like this was unbearable. His strokes grew more mechanical as he tried to block out the situation. His body was working against him, the slick, aching heat in his groin making it impossible to focus on anything else. Each motion sent a jolt of sensation through him, the tension building low in his abdomen with alarming speed.
Beside him, Lucas let out a low, frustrated grunt, his own movements becoming faster, more desperate. His muscular frame was taut with effort, the veins in his forearm standing out as his hand worked over his thick, rigid length. “This is bullshit,” he muttered under his breath, though the quiver in his voice betrayed his mounting arousal.
Aaron risked a glance at Lucas, and the sight only made his own situation worse. Lucas’s flushed face, the sheen of sweat glistening on his skin, the rhythmic motion of his hand—it all fed into the heat spiraling inside Aaron, his hips twitching involuntarily in response.
“Eyes forward,” Coach barked, snapping Aaron’s attention back to the clipboard in his hand. “Focus. This isn’t a competition.”
Aaron’s cheeks burned hotter, and he clenched his jaw, forcing himself to look away. The air in the room felt suffocating, thick with tension and the faint, unmistakable sound of slick strokes as both boys struggled to comply.
Coach circled them slowly, his gaze sharp and appraising. “Don’t hold back now,” he said, his tone softening slightly. “We need a complete sample. The more you give, the better.”
Aaron felt a wave of shame wash over him, but his body refused to stop. The heat in his core built to an unbearable peak, and his strokes quickened, his breathing turning shallow and uneven. He could feel his release approaching, the pressure mounting with each agonizing second.
“I… I can’t…” Aaron gasped, his voice breaking.
Coach smirked, his eyes gleaming. “Yes, you can. Just let go.”
Aaron’s body obeyed before his mind could catch up. With a shuddering cry, his hips jerked forward, and the first hot spurt of semen shot from him, landing on the floor in a sticky arc. He let out a strangled moan, his legs trembling as his release overtook him in wave after wave, each one leaving him more drained than the last.
Lucas followed seconds later, a guttural groan escaping his lips as his own climax hit. His strokes faltered, then stopped altogether as thick ropes of cum spilled from him, streaking his thighs and the floor beneath him. He bent forward slightly, his hands gripping his knees as he fought to catch his breath.
Coach’s grin widened, and he crouched slightly, inspecting the results with a deliberate slowness that made Aaron’s skin crawl. “Impressive,” he said, his tone laced with approval. He dipped a finger into one of the pools on the floor, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. “Good consistency. Healthy color.”
Aaron turned his face away, his humiliation complete. Lucas’s fists clenched at his sides, but he didn’t say a word, his shoulders heaving as he tried to steady his breathing.
Coach straightened, jotting something down on his clipboard. “Well done, boys,” he said, his voice brisk. “That concludes your assessment.”
Aaron’s head snapped up. “That’s it?”
Coach glanced at him, his smirk firmly in place. “That’s it. You’re free to go.”
Neither boy moved, their bodies still frozen in the aftermath of what had just happened. Finally, Coach raised an eyebrow. “Unless you’d like to stick around for a more thorough evaluation?”
Aaron shook his head quickly, reaching for his clothes. Lucas followed suit, his movements stiff and angry as he yanked on his hoodie and joggers. The two of them avoided each other’s eyes as they dressed in silence, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife.
As they headed for the door, Coach’s voice stopped them. “Oh, and boys?”
They turned reluctantly, their gazes wary.
“Remember,” Coach said, his smirk widening. “Don’t skip my class again. Next time, the consequences might be even more… involved.”
Aaron swallowed hard, his grip tightening on his backpack strap as he nodded quickly. Lucas muttered something under his breath, his jaw clenched as he pushed the door open. The two of them stepped into the hallway, their faces burning with humiliation as they walked away in silence.
Neither of them spoke, but one thought lingered in both their minds—they would never look at Coach Miller the same way again.
One thing was certain—they would never skip another PE class.
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