A Sizeable Difference Ch. 01

"Hey there, Howlett," Greg said when he showed up, smiling politely and unlocking his office.

"Hey, coach."

"Get in."

Greg's office wasn't very big. It only had enough room for a desk with one chair on each side of it and a few other things. It was clear they didn't think the Assistant Coach would be receiving many guests at once. There was also a small shelf with some trophies, a heater, a plant, and no window. Greg entered after Nate and locked the door behind him, making the jock suddenly feel claustrophobic.

"Take off your clothes," he said dryly, crossing his arms and standing in front of the locked door. Nate was surprised by this sudden order, and started to feel like he had fallen into some kind of trap. He stood still at first, but the serious and dominant way Greg was staring at him made it impossible to disobey, and he started to undress, slowly realizing how chilly this office was.

"I've been thinking about how I can help you. And I think I got the answer," Greg said seriously, looking at Nate as he took off his pants and revealed his white briefs. There wasn't much volume on the front. "Take everything off," he said when Nate looked up at him hesitating. They were both standing in the small space between the desk and the door. The room could probably fit only two more men, maybe one, depending on which of the football players you chose. Nate dropped his underwear and felt a draft on his balls, that shrank even more, now looking impossibly small. He looked at Greg, anxious, and the trainer noticed how the chilly air wasn't helping his player in the least.

"Your problem is quite simple, when you think about it. You have an issue with the size of your dick. The size itself is not the problem, I hope you realize that, but your attitude towards it is." Greg was talking as matter-of-factly as possible, and that tone bothered Nate. He got angry when people mocked him, and even angrier when they pitied him. But the authoritative and unemotional way Greg spoke made him feel helpless as if the Assistant Coach didn't even give him the right to pity himself. "We gotta change your mindset," he continued, towering over Nate, his arms still crossed, "otherwise, you'll always live in fear of someone finding out your little secret, and when that inevitably happens you'll feel just as defeated and lost as you felt yesterday." Greg stepped forward, getting very close, and pointed at Nate's cock. "You've got to come to terms with your tiny dick."

Nate nodded. He was feeling a mix of emotions that was completely new to him. There was shame and discomfort, as there always was when he was naked in front of another man, but there was also a weird excitement. Greg was pointing at his cock every time he talked about how little it was, and that made him very self-aware, but also fired up. Was he enjoying the way Greg was manhandling him?

Also, the fact that he was completely naked while Greg still had his clothes on, and the temperature in the room making him shiver, only accentuated the power dynamic between the two of them. The Assistant Coach was in charge, and every word out of his mouth remembered the jock of this fact. Nate was slowly realizing how much that made him feel vulnerable. And horny.

"The first problem we're gonna deal with is your denial. It's clear to me you're still in denial about yourself," Greg proceeded, alternating between looking Nate straight in the eyes and staring at his cock. "So, Howlett, from today on I'll be helping you come to terms with the reality of facts. And the reality is that you have the tiniest cock I've ever seen, and people will be a pain in the ass when they find out about it. You have to learn to deal with that. Now it's sink or swim."

Greg opened his fly and took his cock out, stepping even closer to Nate.

"Here, take a look at it."

The difference in size was impressive. Greg put his hands behind his back and leaned his hips forward, putting their dicks side by side in a way that their difference in length and girth was easier to see. Nate wasn't expecting this. At first, he was impressed by the Assistant Coach's dick, now seeming to be harder than when he saw it yesterday. It wasn't pointing downward anymore, but forward, directly at him, and even though it wasn't completely hard yet you could already see some of the veins under the olive skin. But when he looked at his own cock he became embarrassed by how off the mark he was in comparison. Nate tried to look away, that image was too humiliating for him to bear, but he just couldn't. He wanted to see.

"Do you see it?" Greg asked. Yes, he did. He was seeing how pathetic he looked next to a real man, how heavy, powerful, and menacing Greg's cock looked, and how comical his was. And, to make things even worse, the body heat coming from his coach, his deep voice talking to him in this tone, his beautiful dick pointing at him... all that made Nate have an erection almost instantly. His penis got harder, but only a little bigger, so little that Greg didn't notice at first. Nate wasn't a shower, but he also wasn't a grower.

The trainer continued talking to Nate about the need to see things for what they are and learn to accept them, when he moved his hips again and accidentally swung his cock against Nate's, noticing that it felt a little harder than he thought it would be. He paused and took a closer look at it.

"Is this... Are you hard?"

Nate looked up at him, mortified, afraid of what he was gonna say next. The words people chose to express their disbelief were always the worst part. But instead of saying something, Greg looked into his eyes, deep into his soul, and even though he was silent, Nate understood his disappointment completely. Yes, this was his hard dick. It was ridiculous. He lowered his head again, defeated once more. But Greg put his hand on his chin and pulled his face up, reestablishing their eye contact.

"I think you don't get it yet. I'm not trying to shame you. I'm here to make you lose your fear of reality. Being embarrassed is useless. Accept yourself as you are."

Those were the kindest words Nate had ever heard. He felt his eyes tearing up as Greg gently touched his face, but held the tears back as well as he could. The Assistant Coach then took the jock's hand and made him grab his dick before putting his own hands behind his back once more.

"Make me hard too so that you can see the difference," he said, his face so close that Nate could feel his breath.

Nate had never touched a dick besides his own, so he had no idea how it would feel. The first thing that surprised him was the way it filled his hand, big and heavy. He could never grab his cock by a handful like this. The next thing he noticed was how hot and hard it was becoming. It was impressive how much of everything it was. He started to run his hand over Greg's shaft, now and again looking up at his face, as if asking for permission, which was granted with a nod and a cheeky smile. As Nate teased it, Greg's dick became larger and larger, getting more rigid the more strength Nate used to squeeze it, and pointing more and more upwards, making Nate have to pull it harder back down to keep it in the same place, right beside his small penis.

"Rub them against each other."

Nate obeyed. He had heard the expression "sword fight" before, and sometimes jerked off fantasizing about doing it, dreaming pretty much the same situation that was happening right now. But when he rubbed their dicks against each other he couldn't help but feel that expression didn't apply to this case. You couldn't have a sword fight between a hammer and a nail.

Now that they were both fully hard, which meant Greg being as big as he could, but Nate almost as little as he always was, they were seeing how much one dwarfed the other. Even Greg's balls were much heavier, hanging down low, while Nate had his pair of olives shrunk by the cold.

And holding his trainer's dick gave Nate a vaguely religious experience, making him feel very grateful for that gift, but also angry at God. How could he be so unfair to him? They didn't even look like two males of the same species. But a small drop of precum appeared on the tip of Greg's cock, showing Nate that he was feeling grateful as well. Nate was enjoying being able to hold the Assistant Coach's cock and balls, running his hand by every inch of them. Fuck, he wished he could do this forever. And this state of excitement and anger, all at once, had him confused. He wanted to hide his cock and run away, but at the same time, he'd never let go of that monster dick. Fuck.

"Come on, stop teasing. Jerk them both off," Greg ordered, sighing impatiently and crossing his arms. Nate realized Greg didn't even have to use force to dominate him. Orders were enough.

With one of his hands, Nate began to jerk his own dick, using just his thumb and index finger to pinch and massage the head, while running them at his almost vestigial shaft. With his other hand, he clumsily tried to grab Greg's cock and jerk it. It was obvious that he had never used more than two fingers to masturbate a penis, he had no idea what he was doing.

Greg noticed this and chuckled. Nate flinched at the sound of amusement of another man, those usually came with a hurtful joke. But Greg didn't say anything mean, just took a hold of Nate's hand and began guiding him. "Let me show you how it works." And his big, callous hand took Nate along all of his shaft, making a twist when they reached the glans, and then twisting back and pulling down to the balls, touching them gently. For a guy who didn't have anywhere close to so much dick to work on, each stroke felt like a journey. It was like Nate's hand could go all the way up, up, up, never finding the tip of Greg's cock, and then had to travel miles back until it reached his balls. It was so much fun.

Greg reciprocated, trying to jerk Nate's dick. But it was just so small that he didn't quite know how to go about it. At First, he just rubbed it against Nate's pelvis using only his index finger. Then he tried pinching it to stroke it, but accidentally did it too hard, and Nate winced. He gave up, there was just no use trying to understand how that small thing worked.

"You do both, now," he said, crossing his arms again, straightening up and puffing his chest. As if he needed to establish any more dominance. Nate did the best he could, going faster and faster as he felt Greg's cock starting to throb, concentrating at his job as if he were trying to juggle too many balls at once. And in a way, he was.

Greg looked him in the eyes again, a big smile across his face, then got closer and spoke in Nate's ear in a deep, gruff voice. "You ready to shoot, Howlett?" he asked, sending shivers up the player's spine. He grabbed Nate's hair and pulled his head back, pressing his mouth against his ear, his grunts now sounding loud as thunder, then grabbed Nate's hand over his cock and started guiding the handjob again, shooting a lot of cum before long, pointing his dick straight at Nate's cock while the hunk felt his trainer's dick pulsating as he had his hand squeezed around it. Greg grunted deeply at each shot of load, making Nate shiver with that earth-shattering, guttural sound, and he felt his dick being completely covered with hot cum. All that load began dripping down his thighs, feeling warm as they ran down. The way Greg was panting and pulling his hair roughly made Nate feel in the presence of an animal much stronger and bigger than himself. He liked that feeling, he wanted that animal to do with him whatever he wanted. And as he began drifting into this mindset of complete submission, he shot his load from his tiny dick, covering himself with even more cum, and making a mess on the floor. He had never cum so hard.

As Nate breathed hard and tried to recover his senses, Greg stepped away, putting his dick back in his pants. He looked at the jock, now completely messy with all that cum, smiled with a sense of accomplishment, and went to the other side of the room, sitting at his desk. Nate waited in silence, already used to the idea that Greg would eventually give him another order.

"Ok, Howlett, here's how it's gonna be," Greg said. "Now you're going to put your clothes on, but you're not allowed to clean yourself up. I want you to have my cum all over your dick during practice so that you can keep what happened here fresh in your memory and think long and hard about how dumb this whole embarrassment thing is. I want you to keep thinking about how tiny you are compared to me until that thought stops frightening you."

Nate listened quietly, his eyes wide in disbelief. Greg wanted him to go to practice covered in cum and then run up and down, lifting weights, and sweating all over, all while being grappled by his teammates? He didn't like the idea, he just wanted to clean himself up and go on about his life as usual. He looked at Greg and he realized the Assistant Coach could see his silent disagreement.

"Of course, you could always just go to the showers and clean yourself up. At this time there must be only a few of your teammates there," he said with the cheeky smile the jock was already learning to love.

Nate understood the game, but he wasn't sure he liked it. He grabbed his clothes and began dressing up without wiping all the semen on his dick, balls, and inner thighs, and his white briefs became instantly drenched in cum.

"And clean the floor before you leave. There's a mop by the door." Nate turned around and realized Greg had prepared for the occasion. He mopped the cum stains from the floor as Greg focused on his computer, ignoring his presence. As he moved he could feel his briefs soaked in cum and smearing it around his pelvis, uncomfortably wet. When he was finished he looked at Greg in silence. The Assistant Coach turned his head up, looked around thinking if there was something else for the jock to do, and then dismissed him.

"You can go now. And next time I want you here early again. We'll be doing this every day before practice until you show some improvement."

"Yes, coach," Nate responded sheepishly, realizing he couldn't wait to do all this again. But now he had to go to the locker room and change into his uniform before it got packed with all his teammates.

But when he closed the door behind him, the first thing he saw out of the office was Sean, reclined against the wall and paying attention to his phone. Nate froze, not expecting to meet the Quarterback so soon.

"Oh, hey, Nate. What are you doing here this early?" Sean asked with the same sincere smile as always. Nate didn't know what to say and began stuttering some nonsense as the hunk's green eyes stared at him, slightly confused by his suspicious behavior, but still friendly and innocent.

"Is Coach Marino still giving you a hard time for working out so much?", Sean guessed, trying to help his embarrassed teammate. He took a step forward, getting nearer to Nate, who stepped back, trying to keep his distance. He was afraid Sean would just smell all the cum he was drenched in. "Yeah, yeah, something like that," he said and began walking backwards. "See you later, man."

Sean looked confused and kept staring at Nate as he walked away. Why was this guy so weird? Nate, on the other hand, was screaming inside of his head. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He suddenly realized how dangerous it could be to be smelling like this. Now he had two secrets to worry about: a small dick and the fact that it was drenched in another man's cum. And he ran as fast as he could towards the locker room, praying for there to be no one close enough to smell him while he got into his training gear.

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