College Jock Stripping For Reporters
gym, trainer

Hi, sex story readers, I’m Bhagat, 22 years old, a student at Kirori Mal College-Delhi University. I got admitted through the sports quota being a national level football player and continue to be the captain of the college team as well. I’m a fitness freak and at least spend 3 hours every day at the gym to get a lean muscular body. According to my Coach, Mr. Javed, fitness is the key to great sports performance. He insists that we regularly use the college gym so that he can train our bodies to perform better on the field. Personally, he definitely treats me like his own son, protege, and always reacts like a proud father to whatever I do. I was called to the college gym area on a Sunday because apparently, a news channel wanted to do a story on our team’s success and fitness motivation. I arrived to see Javed Sir at 10:00 AM wearing ripped jeans and a t-shirt. I had plans to go see my girlfriend for a quick fuck after the short interview. The gym is on the first floor, while the locker room and showers are on the ground floor and houses a few types of equipment for a quick pump too. We were in the locker room. Two girls, Anvi and Dimple, both young reporters arrived shortly after. They informed us that they don’t usually do sports/fitness reporting but were filling in for the regular. Sir introduced me as the star player of the team and the interview commenced. They asked us general questions about the team strategy, fitness regime, diet allocations etc. I’ve seen Sir give interviews before, but this one was apparently a more comprehensive one. They were doing a 10-page spread on our team, so the interview was supposed to run long. “Actually, Javed, if you don’t mind, we actually were instructed to interview you guys while in action so that we could get a sense of how your fitness regime works and also to get a few shots”, Anvi said. “Okay, koi issue nahi hai madam (there’s no issue, ma’am)”, Sir said and pointed all of us to a few dumbbells kept at the corner. “Beta (son), hope you didn’t go to the gym in the morning (chuckles) – start with a 20 bicep rep”, he said. I picked up the dumbbells and started with my arm exercise routine. Javed Sir stood behind me, clenching my shoulder and arm muscles one by one as I continued the reps. His technique is uncommon but effective – when you exercise, you strain your muscles to expand, so if he presses them to contract at the same time, the muscle becomes stronger, leaner and meaner. Soon my muscles were ripping through my t-shirt. Dimple was busy taking a few photos from her DSLR while Anvi asked more questions. Soon, we shifted upstairs to the gym and I was sitting on the multi-bench about to start chest presses. Anvi asked me about my early education and future plans. Javed Sir sat behind me and starting massaging my shoulder blades and upper back. “Beta, take this off”, pointing at my t-shirt. I took off my t-shirt and he started pressing my back harder all the way to lower back, as I continued with chest presses. I was asked to flex my back and pose for Dimple to take a picture of my back. Next was the barbell bench press. I walked over shirtless to the bench and finished the reps. Sir had also finished explaining his constant muscle massage theories for better bodies, both girls seemed awestruck. He continued pressing my chest pecs with full pressure. Sir and I explained the rules of leg and thigh exercises before moving on leg extensions and squats. I finished leg presses and was in the middle of barbell squats, when Anvi said, “Bhagat, the jeans are making it hard to notice the muscle movement. Could we ask you to change to gym shorts or compression slax?”. It was a Sunday and nobody was prepared for this. After a few moments of contemplation, Sir came close to me and unbuttoned my jeans. He looked back to the girls and asked “Briefs mein koi problem nahi hai na? (No problem if he works out in briefs right?)”, the girls plainly nodded. I resisted the idea of being stripped down so much to which he chuckled and said “Acha, waise toh college ki ladikyon ke saamne koi sharam nahi hai (Oh, you don’t seem shy in front of your female classmates at the gym)”. I laughed and allowed him to take off my jeans. It wasn’t a big deal, frankly. I stood in front of these girls in my tiny and tight gray CK briefs. I continued leg extensions and resistance tube pulls in my briefs. After the workout routine, we were standing and answering a few questions about post workout details and tips. Javed Sir explained how it is important to sculpt the body by massaging it deeply with oil immediately after a workout to lean the muscles. He got the oil bottle and rubbed it on my shoulder and left arm. He started pressing it to the extent of hurting. Anvi’s hand reached my oily tricep and pressed it – “Like this?”, she asked Sir. “Yes, exactly madam, maximum pressure”, he responded. She started assisting him on my other arm and on my back. I was asked to flex my back so they can massage it well. Dimple took breaks in between from the body touching to click a few pictures. Check out indiansexstories dot net for more exciting and erotic stories. They were working on my back when I see an older woman in a saree approaching the entrance of the room. It was our principle, Dr. Poonam Sharma. Apparently, she is in college all 7 days of the week. She entered and greeted the reporters. “I see you’ve met our physical education pioneer Javed. He is a magic worker”, she said. I tried to cover my bulge with my hands but hands were squatted away by Sir to put my hands over my head exposing my hairy armpits. Javed Sir was catching Dr. Sharma to speed about the interview, when she looked at me in my almost nakedness, approaches me, and says “You couldn’t have had a better interviewee than our fitness star here”. She softly touched my arms, my chest (nipples) and my abs, and then turns away and goes to sit on a chair feet away. These three reached my front, starting massaging my chest and my abs. Anvi circled around my nipples for too long and then my belly button. “This is the place where sculpting is most needed”, Sir said while running his palm through my cut on both sides of the abdomen (external oblique cuts). The girls redirected their attention to my lower abdomen and cuts. To show a better idea of these cuts that extend centrally into the groin, Coach held the elastic band of my briefs and turned them over to make my tiny briefs almost non-existent. They lingered there for a bit, moved on to the thighs and inner thighs, and finally the glutes. Dr. Sharma takes out her phone, clicks a picture of me (almost stark naked) and asks me to flex – “I’ll send this picture to my son. Maybe he takes up fitness and gyming seriously then”, she said. I move into the shower only to find that the water supply is closed on Sunday. I walk back out in a towel and t-shirt to inform. “We’ll arrange something”, promptly Dr. Sharma spoke. In less than a second, she asked the reporters to wait for 5 minutes and asked Javed and me to accompany her to the back of the building. There were a hose and pipe out in the open. I resisted the idea of bathing in the open naked. “There’s nobody in the college today, Bhagat, it’s fine”, she said. I took off my t-shirt and expected her to leave me and Coach alone, but she watched. I was hesitant in taking off my towel (wearing nothing underneath), when she comes closer, places her hand on my chest and says, “Don’t feel shy beta. Coach sir must’ve seen you shower so many times and I’m like your mother here. Shower quickly, come on”. I took off my towel to expose my dick and ass. Sir starts pouring water on my body and rubs a bit of soap on my shoulders and back. I turn around and see that behind Dr. Sharma, the two reporters were approaching. I immediately use one hand to cover up my dick since the other was being soaped by Sir. “Sorry to interrupt”, Anvi said, “we were called back to the office, so I thought we could ask a few questions here”. Dimple continued, “but first we want to thank all of you for being such great hosts and explaining fitness mantras to us so simply. Especially you Bhagat, thanks for being cooperative and open to us”, and she puts her hand for a handshake. Almost on reflex I take the hand off my dick and shake hands. I soon realized I was stark naked and jumped to cover my dick with both hands. “Beta, itna sharmao mat.”, Sir said. “Bhagat, it’s okay. Please act professionally as if they were male reporters interviewing you”, the feminist Dr. Sharma spoke. I was forced to take off my hands from my dick and put them over my head. Javed Sir continued slowly rinsing and soaping my body. At one point, he was soaping from behind and extended his hands to my front body. I was very comfortable with Sir, he has bathed me before, but doing it in front of three women was odd. From behind, he soaped my abs and moved lower to my groomed pubes and dick. He soaped my dick right in front of the ladies and spent good 5 minutes massaging and rinsing it. It swelled up to a full 8 inches. My towel fell into the water puddle and got wet. Javed Sir ran to get a new one from the gym, and in the meanwhile, I was standing naked and wet speaking to three women. It is safe to say that when I met my girlfriend after this, I was so horny that I had the best sex of my entire life. Thanks for reading my sex story.