Of course. I always keep my word!

Who am I kidding. I was of course going to do as I was told. I signed a contract stipulating that I would train with Coach Womak, meaning I had to follow any of the instructions provided. Even if they seem ridiculous and unnecessary.

I pulled down my baggy boxers and could immediately hear a few students training around me gasp.

Wow, who new he was hiding all that under there?

Oh my god! I can't believe he's actually naked!! He looks great though

Guys, check this dude out? he actually stripped down all the way? That takes some balls!

Those were just some of things I could hear from the bystanders' poor attempts to whisper. I picked up my clothes, including the boxers I had just discarded and neatly placed them all back into my gym bag. I was embarrassed but before I could dwell on my own situation I was again caught off guard by the Coach. As I walked back to the Coach, clasping my hands in front of my private parts, I noticed that he too had just removed his jockstrap and was standing there completely naked. Unlike me however the Coach stood proudly with his hands on his hips, baring everything to anyone who cared to look. Wait, were the others talking about me or the Coach?

I must have had a quizzical look on my face because the Coach offered an explanation without me asking. "Maybe it's the soldier in me but I never give a direction to do anything that I'm not willing to do myself! We're in this together, champ!"

His face and tone softened as he called me champ. It was actually quite endearing that the Coach was willing to do that for me. Encouraged by his actions, I moved my hands from in front of me and started on the first exercise.

We performed various exercises alternating between weights and cardio/plyometric exercises. First the Coach would have me do squats and then flip to burpees and then to deadlifts and then to skipping. What was amazing was that Coach, if he wasn't spotting me on some of the particularly heavy exercises, was right there performing the exercise right next to me. Both of us in the completely in the nude.

This gave me ample to study his body. He was of course much taller than me, and much more built, with muscles popping in places I had never even imagined. But surprisingly his dick seemed to be much smaller than mine. Maybe it wasn't small per se, in fact it was probably quite average in length, but in comparison with the rest of him the Coach's penis was relatively unimpressive.

The Coach didn't seem to mind this however. He just continued on barking out different orders for me to follow and doing the work alongside without a care in the world about who was watching.

The workout was challenging enough that I had started to forget about being naked until we started doing jumping jacks!

OH WOW LOOK AT THEM FLOP ABOUT LIKE THAT!

He's totally doing the helicopter!

They're uncontrollable! I guess this is why guys normally wear jockstraps when running around!

The words of our onlookers broke through the trance and I looked up to realise that a group had formed of all the other users in the gym, now given up entirely on any pretence of working out themselves, who were all just standing around and staring. The group had grown from about 10 when we first came into the weights room, there were at least 30 people, mostly girls, standing around watching. Some had pulled out their phones and were undeniably taking photos and videos.

At this point, no longer able to ignore my exposed state, my penis started to fluff up and expand. I could not believe that I developed an erection now of all moments. Looking over at the Coach, my only comfort was that clearly the recent audience was finally beginning to affect the Coach. He too had started to chub up and his penis, once seemingly small, had grown enough in size that it hung at a 45 degree angle from his body. In this state, our penises were almost matched in size. Clearly the Coach was a grower.

I thought for sure that the Coach would allow me to cover up now but before I could ask he said "Oh well, can't fix that now. These things happen. Let's finish offer with weighted squats."

I stood underneath the barbell as the Coach loaded up the weights on either side. He was clearly trying to test my limits, this was a bit more than what I usually could manage. He instructed me to lift the bar off the rack and begin my squats.

I must have been an interesting sight for all those watching. Completely naked as my erection stood boldly jutting out from my body, somehow getting more and more erect by the second. To make matters worst the Coach, offering to spot me, step in quite close behind me and his hands hovered just below my arms waiting to offer support if needed.

Together we went through the squatting motion, bending at the knees. In this position, the Coach's penis (which was still quite hard) was nestled between my butt cheeks rubbing up and down with each repetition.

At that moment I heard a familiar voice

"Professor Finn! Good to see you ready to present to me as agreed. And it looks like you're training session is going well!"

I looked up to see Dean Ostrendi standing before me. I hadn't even heard or seen her enter. Unfortunately, with my hands occupied holding up the weights I had no way of covering up leaving me once again exposed in full to the Dean.

To make matters worse, standing with her were a group of women I was not excited to see in this state.