Robert (Bob) Turner was a gangly six feet tall, one hundred and fifty pound, fifteen year old goof off. Though he tried out for sports he could never quite make any teams, even in track. He was unbalanced and uncoordinated, slow, and too lightweight to make the teams. He didn’t bowl well either, not that his High School had a bowling team. Unfortunately he was even worse around girls, tongue tied, he couldn’t dance a lick, and he was very shy. He wasn’t an ugly kid, and he was very smart when he wanted to be. He lacked motivation in most things, but when he was motivated in something he would go all out until he mastered the subject.

Bob and his family lived a couple of miles outside of the town of Smithville, its population was almost fifty thousand and growing. There were four High schools, he went to the oldest and largest with the original name of Smithville High. All of the country kids went there. The town was located in central Texas, south of Dallas, north of Houston, and east of Austin. The industry in town was diversified, not concentrated on one big one like so many towns were. They had plenty of farmers, a burgeoning computer programming center, (mostly companies leaving Austin), oil companies and associated companies such as pipe, mud, inspection, and fracking companies were all well represented due to the Austin Chalk oilfield. There were also a lot of medical facilities and manufacturing companies in town. All in all, a well rounded community with very low unemployment, and higher than average wages.

Bob just needed to find his thing, being a farm kid he was strong, if only something would catch his interest. The head coach, having watched this Freshman try out for every sport and come up short,

had an idea. He needed a trainer, someone who could do the many small things coaches didn’t have time to do. Taping knees, ankles, and fingers, things that held the slightly injured players together so they could play their sport while minimizing the chances of injury or enabling them to play with minor injuries. He could also run errands, and police the whirlpool. And Coach Watlet had found his man in Bob! Now to convince Bob! In fifth period P.E. Class, Coach Watlet sent for his victim, err, candidate. He sat him down and...

“Bob, you like sports don’t you?”

“Yes sir! I love sports, but I’m just not good enough to make the teams!”

“What if I told you you could make every team, go to every game and contribute to every game in important and substantial ways in, Football, Basketball, Baseball, and Track, all of them. You wouldn’t be a player but you would be a student trainer, helping the coaches and the team players stay healthy and in top physical shape. Would you be interested, please think about it, talk to your parents, your mother is a nurse, isn’t she?”

“Yes sir, she works in the County Hospital’s emergency room.”

“Good, talk with her, we need someone, and I think you are perfect for the job! Let me know what you decide tomorrow, please.”

Knowing he was dismissed, Bob rejoined his friends playing basketball, he told them what the coach had asked of him. Most of them thought it would be a great way to be on the team and contribute, one of his friends’ brother had been the previous Trainer, and was going to college majoring in that field. He gave Bob his brother Tom’s phone number and told him to call him. On the down side a few of his friends thought it was a lousy job, being a gofer for the coaches. But they were always negative about everything, so he wasn’t surprised at their response.

When he arrived home after school he told his parents about the coach’s request. His father wasn’t for it, it meant losing an underpaid worker. Bob wasn’t big enough to fill his Dad’s shoes completely yet, but he could help in many substantial ways, driving the tractor, driving the trucks during harvest, and helping during planting.

His Mom was enthusiastically all for it though, so that rendered the fathers negative opinion null and void! She talked about all of the classes he could take, first aide, concussion protocol, spinal isolation techniques, massage therapy and others. She almost talked him out of it right there. For some reason the last one interested him. He had watched a few videos involving giving massages on motherless.com where the masseuse has sex with the girl or woman being massaged. One type in particular was called tantric massage. That could be very interesting. He said he was going to call last year’s Trainer who was in College majoring in that subject. Excusing himself from the table he went to his room and placed the call.

Bob called his friend’s brother Tom and it was promptly answered. Bob introduced himself, the brother remembered him which made the conversation much easier. He explained why he called, it was clear that this guy loved what the job entailed. He talked about the certifications he should get, and why they were important. When he asked about the massages he was met with silence ... finally the brother spoke quietly. He categorically stated that if he told anyone what he was about to tell him he would deny having ever said it! This of course excited Bob! The brother told him that learning to massage was the best thing to have ever happened to him! He had learned everything he could about the several different types of messages and trained on how to give them correctly for each kind of needed outcome. He had learned more about the female body and its sensual pressure points than most men learned about in a lifetime. That had allowed him to get ten times more pussy than the Quarterback even thought about! He shared some phone numbers of people who might help him become proficient at massage, sexual massage in particular. He also shared exercises that would increase the effectiveness of massaging. Strengthening the fingers and arms in particular, but abdominal muscles and leg muscles as well. He also suggested watching the techniques used in the videos on motherless.com in the art of seduction. Then wished him luck and told him to call if he had any questions.

Now Bob was excited, this was something he could really get into. The next day he told Coach Watlet that he would take the job. They worked out a job description that outlined his responsibilities and suggested courses and certifications he should attain. Massage therapy was high on the list.

His parents and teachers were amazed at Bob’s turn around from a “C” and “B” student to an all “A” student almost overnight. Even with taking night classes at the community college. He also called the phone numbers he had been given and was taking additional hands on training on weekends.

Motivated as he was to excel in all his classes, his weekend secret classes were the two that he truly loved and more than excelled at. The first was at an older woman’s home, she was in her mid thirties and had a daughter who was in his class. Both were very beautiful, small breasts on slender bodies, blonde hair, blue eyes and both loved sex in all of its forms. To look at the daughter at school you would never have guessed the kind of active sex life she had away from the school. Her name was Debbie, her mother was Judy Conroy, every Saturday morning at ten o’clock they met and Bob learned to give them both messages using the tantric massage method. He learned and improved on the method of using certain pressure points in or on a woman’s body to give sexual desire and release. He also was taught to control his own body, to sublimate his responses to sexual release to that of the women’s or girls. He could literally eat pussy for an hour and not cum, but more importantly he could fuck for the same period of time and never cum. But he would give the women multiple orgasms. But when he did cum, the orgasm was totally mind blowing. It helped that beside his lack of athleticism, he had a sizable cock both in length and diameter. The mother daughter pair were both bisexual and were incestuous. Bob rarely fucked one without the other involved in some way. After ten Saturdays of intense hands-on instruction the both declared him one hundred percent competent in the art of lovemaking and seduction. But just because he had graduated didn’t mean he should stop coming over at the same time each Saturday!

The second private class was with a different beautiful woman, Charlotte Foster was a divorced, mid twenties redhead and had large “C” cup breasts. She was, by her own admission, sexually repressed and frigid, it took a great deal of work to get her aroused to the point that she would even consent to fuck. Once she reached that point though, it was Katie bar the door, a wild ride that was never ending. Her ex-husband had never had the patience to learn how to turn on his wife. After two frustrating years of marriage, he called her a “frigid bitch” and divorced her. She became motivated to further explore her sexuality and learn what her trigger points were. She loved to teach young guys like Bob how to rock her world! Bob was her best student yet and hoped that he would continue to see her for many years. He could have her wanting to fuck faster than anyone ever had. Bob thought that keeping his Saturday afternoon dates with Charlotte was a wonderful idea.

Faster than anyone had expected, in six months, Bob became a certified Athletic Trainer by the State of Texas at the High School level.

As fate would have it, the girls P.E. Coach was working out one day and suffered a strained hamstring injury, Bob was in the Gymnasium at the time and rushed to her aid when he saw her go down. He helped her to the massage table, laying her face down. He began the therapeutic massage to relieve her of the intense pain she was having.

Kneading her thigh and pressing down on certain points he quickly relaxed the hamstring and relieved her of any pain, but he also pressed some points on her thigh, totally surprising the bisexual, tall, and thin redhead with green eyes. She immediately felt her pussy become very wet. Her arousal demanded satisfaction, and not sometime later, right the fuck now! Bob, knowing the signs of an aroused woman, looked for permission to carry on in his intimate perusal of the coach’s body. Getting a nod from her sent his hands to more intimate areas intensifying the need the woman had, fingers eased under the shorts and panties the teacher wore to find the flooding pussy beneath, then pulling both articles of clothing down her shapely legs and off. He slid her body down until her feet were on the floor spread as far as they could be spread, her asshole and pussy in front of him. He dove in licking up the juice and creating even more of the nectar as he spread her butt cheeks wider, spearing her asshole with his tongue, then attacking her clit while sucking on her pussy lips brought her to an orgasm quicker than anyone had ever done before. Having recovered she looked at him with new found respect! Wanting to return the favor but afraid of being caught, she dressed. Lest she be thought of as insensitive she did offer to give him a blow job, she was further impressed that he had declined the offer. She suggested that he come to her house that night around seven o’clock. After quickly calling his mom and getting an okay from her, he agreed to be there. At seven he rang the doorbell of a nice two story house on a cul de sac in an older subdivision not far from the school. Ostensibly, showing the boy some work she wanted done to alleviate suspicions of neighbors, before letting him come inside and leading him directly to her bedroom. In the bed were two cheerleaders who were surprised to see Bob, as much as he was to see them! Coach Evans asked him to give both girls the same type of massage he had given her earlier. With the girl’s permission they were both squirming with desire within five minutes. With the coaches help both girls were naked and being eaten out within seconds of their panties being removed. Both the Coach and Bob were sucking the girls pussies and pinching nipples, then swallowing their juices as they both orgasmed at almost the same time! He then fucked all three of them giving them each two more orgasms. Then he asked who wanted his cum and where. They pointed to their breasts and he unloaded on their perky breasts. Both cheerleaders thanked them both for the great sex, they had never made love to a woman before and had never had an orgasm from a cock fucking them, they both wanted to do it again soon. They left, and this gave the Coach an opportunity to talk with Bob. She proposed a partnership where she would bring girls, he would get them excited, then they would share in the bounty.

They became quite the duo, freshman through senior girls would come to the Coach’s home to have a massage. Bob would give them a massage and they would end up having two hours of bisexual sex with Bob and the Coach. The coach had cameras strategically placed to catch all of the action. Bob was unaware of this until one day it was his younger sister, Vanessa, awaiting a massage. He proceeded to massage his sister with the same results, the coach sat on her face as Bob ate her pussy! Then he broke his sister’s cherry and fucked her until she was exhausted after three orgasms. Then he fucked the coach and his sister ate his cream pie from the coaches pussy. The coach slipped up and said that that video was going to be great. They quickly reached an agreement to sell the videos to a group he knew about that would only purchase underage videos and photographs. It was called The Fielding Group, and they would purchase videos for ten to thirty thousand dollars each and sell them for the same price to twenty five members. So a video that was purchased for ten thousand dollars would make two hundred and fifty thousand dollars! They insisted that models make at least one thousand per model. Camera people, if any, would get a percentage too. All the money for underage people was put in an interest bearing offshore account in a bank in the Cayman Islands. They couldn’t access the account until they turned twenty one years old or sooner only if they needed money to pay for college.

Bob bought a used portable massage table and had it cleaned and recovered. It was a high quality table, heavy but sturdy, he advertised in local free advertising papers. In the advertisement he stated that he was an expert in therapeutic and “T” massages. He received many calls asking what a “T” massage was, but he could only show them, not tell them. He finally had a lady make an appointment, she had fallen and her doctor had recommended having therapeutic massages done twice a week. She was thirty five and had fourteen and fifteen year old daughters that went to a different school. They set the appointment for Thursday night at seven thirty at her house.

Bob bought two small high quality cameras one in a bottle, the other in a pin labeled “Massage Therapist” on Amazon, he practiced with them until he looked natural while using them by the time he finished. The bottle received a dark massage oil to hide the camera. The pin camera took practice to get the subject in frame and focused. After half an hour it became easy.