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This is part 1 of a chapter from my upcoming novel called "Mick's Tales"
Part 2 of "Fitness Freddie" will follow in the next couple of days and will be a complete free story in itself.
The original, published story about Mick is already released for the Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B008TXC5A8
The new upcoming novel will be a series of stories Mick tells about his sexual encounters with men.
I have already released another three free episodes of "Mick's Tales" on Nifty, JustUsBoys and on my Blog: http://richardpetersbooks.blogspot.co.uk/
http://www.justusboys.com/forum/threads/426152-Any-Man
http://www.justusboys.com/forum/threads/425351-Dad-amp-Me
http://www.justusboys.com/forum/threads/428547-Servicing-Larry
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/micks-tales
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/encounters/micks-tale
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-friends/servicing-larry
MICK'S TALES FITNESS FREDDIE - Part 1
"We just need to build up your upper torso a little." Freddie said, running his hands up my chest, testing and feeling my muscle-tone. His hands and arms were compact and strong with blond hairs flecked on his forearms. His athletic, sleeveless vest left little to the imagination and his raised arms revealed darker blond nests of hair in his armpits.
His face was pale and flecked with slightly red skin-pores. His blond hair was bleached blonder by the sun, his roots a little darker. His chin showed a dark shaving shadow, unlike my own where at just eighteen years of age I barley needed to shave yet.
I had been walking along a street near where I lived, being eighteen and in my last year at school, I saw a sign on the railings leading to a basement. Fred's Health Consultancy". This was nineteen eighty and interest in health and fitness was becoming more common. Underneath the heading the sign said Personalized Fitness Consultancy".
I walked on wondering what "Fred" was like. Was he young or middle-aged? Handsome or plain? How personal was "Personalised"?
A handsome hunk came walking towards me dressed in trainers and a jogging suit. He nodded at me, his collar-length fair hair whispering in the wind. At maybe five feet nine he was a couple of inches shorter than me, but he was very fit-looking. His baggy jogging suit hid, no doubt, athletic curves. His face was pale and flushed red with a fine pair of blue eyes.
Of course after he passed me, I had to look over my shoulder to see what his backside looked like. It looked fine inside the pale grey jogging trousers. He stepped down at the railings into "Fred's Health Consultancy".
Of course I was having a consultancy within the hour – how could I resist such a handsome hunk?
"I want girls to admire me" I'd said. "They don't show any interest, so if I can man-up my physique a little, maybe they will."
"I think girls will admire you well enough!" Freddie had said while watching me undress to my tight red briefs.
He'd put me through a fitness test and lying on his massage bench, getting my breath back, he had felt and stroked my legs and arms. "For just eighteen
you are in great shape." Freddie had said, before running his hands up my chest and sending me into a sexual swoon.
"I only seem to attract men and gay boys at school." I sighed. "I'm still a virgin." I lied. Well lied about the virgin bit. I'd popped my cherry with girls and with many males but I wanted Freddie to think I was inexperienced. The secret gave me a strong erotic thrill.
"You'll find a girl soon enough." Freddie said, detecting some tension in my neck and pressing his fingers to release the lactic acid. "With your looks, you'll have no problem."
We fell silent as Freddie massaged my neck. I realised my cock was swelling inside my briefs. During the exercising it had behaved, but now I was supine and being manhandled by a gorgeous young man I was getting excited. My cock was a big one and often attracted admiring glances in changing rooms and many a man had been intrigued to see it. But I didn't want Freddie to notice my asset too soon in his consultancy. I wanted to have some sessions with him and secretly be excited by him.
Luckily he suggested I turn over onto my tummy, so that he could do the back of my neck. I did and pressed my hardening cock into the leather bench, wondering how many men's cocks had rested here.
"I'll put together an exercise program for you to build you up a little." Freddie's slightly high-pitched throat-based voice said while he worked my neck.
"That would be great." I said. "I want to become more manly to attract girls "
Freddie was satisfied he'd worked my neck enough and he did some token strokes down my spine to release any locked-in energy.
"Get dressed" He said, turning away and sitting at his little desk to fill in his report. He didn't look as I slid off the bench and pulled my trousers up to hide my nine-inch hard-on.
"We could do some work now, but I wasn't expecting a client and I promised my girlfriend I'd spend the afternoon with her."
I left the semi-basement, imaging all sorts of physical exercises gorgeous Freddie might get involved in with his girlfriend this afternoon.
Freddie got me doing workouts in his little gym every day and he finished with some muscle-toning massage work on my upper body and arms. For our sessions he wore a modest short-sleeved tennis-style shirt and thick tennis style shorts. Very proper, very unrevealing. I exercised in a sleeveless vest and soft athletic shorts, with slightly long, loose legs so that my erection didn't peek out.
Often I was hard and always semi. Freddie seemed to pay it no attention. I supposed he was used to men and was clearly not interested. My cock often intrigued even straight men. I'd had straight men in shower cubicles and changing rooms, but this one showed no interest in my size or state. Of course gay guys always showed an interest in my physique, but where was the challenge or interest for me in that?
Over about three weeks, on the massage table, I'd told Freddie my story, making out I was a frustrated straight boy who got unwanted attention from queer boys and men. He laughed at my stories and assured me that heterosexual sex would arrive in due course.
He got accustomed to my banter and getting off his massage bench he started to laugh and joke about my excitement saying things like "We'll need to get you a girlfriend soon!"
He never showed any physical reaction and my furtive glances at the front of his tennis shorts, just showed an average bulge, neatly contained behind the thick, hemmed material of his button flies. But his body! Oh his body! So compact, so hunky so desirable! His legs were nicely developed with dark blond hairs on his calves, but smooth bald thighs that I just wanted to run my lips up and down.
Inside his shirt his chest filled it nicely, he was walking perfection!
One day he was massaging me with me on my back and my cock straining the front of my tight shorts. His hands ran up and down my thighs, but his fingers circled frustratingly away whenever they reached the hem of my shorts. Why couldn't he at least show a modicum of interest, a slight straying of the fingers?
"I can't wait to have sex with a girl." I sighed.
"I can see that!" Freddie laughed.
"What's it like to fuck?" I said, feeling bold enough after the intimate weeks of workout.
"Great!" He laughed. "We better finish and you better take a cold shower!" He joked.
I swung off the bench and Freddie surveyed my body up and down and obviously he saw the tent-pole pushing the front of my shorts, straining them, threatening to burst them.
"You're starting to build up nicely." He said professionally looking at my upper torso as I took off my sweaty vest. He stepped forward and felt my arms. I tensed my biceps and his hands griped each one, feeling the hardness of them.
"Very nice!" He said approvingly. His hands slid along my shoulders and down my chest, feeling my pecs and abs. "Very nice indeed!"
I slid my shorts down while he stood inches from me. My cock stood manfully at right angles to my belly. I hoped he would express similar approval. Cold shower for you, my boy!" He laughed and turned me around by the shoulders towards the shower and giving my bum a playful slap.
Leaving his consultancy basement I was at least pleased that he was showing non-sexual admiration for my physical development. But he was a hard nut to crack. By now I would have expected any normal guy to be at least fondling me and admiring my manly cock.
At the end of my next session with me naked and strolling around his small gym with a full erection, Freddie said "I may be going away with my girlfriend for a few days from tomorrow. Maybe it is time for you to party and meet a girl to deal with that?" he nodded to my bobbing nine inches.
"How long for?"
"A week, a sort of belated non-honeymoon." Freddie said.
"Lucky dog!" I said looking at the front of his non-excited shorts.
"You've bulked-up and make a fantastic babe-magnet now." Freddie said, ignoring my innuendo.
An appointment was made for ten days later once Freddie was back from his honeymoon". I made my disappointed way back home. It looked like I was never going to get Freddie to go a little bent like so many straight guys do.
That night the phone rang, it was Freddie. "Holiday is off. She has to go for a month to her mother's who is ill. I'm at a loose end for weeks, want an appointment?"
Of course I did. I made one for two days' time. Eagerly I went along, keen to see the girlfriend-free Freddie.
The session went as usual and as usual I got a raging hard-on under Freddie s massage. He seemed less distracted than usual, more attentive, more amused by my sexual excitement.
The days rolled on with a session every day. We hung around afterwards watching his TV up in his apartment. Everything was idyllic and even if he didn't desire my body, at least he seemed to like me.
One day, two weeks into his enforced celibacy, Freddie joined me in working out. He ditched his conservative tennis shirt for the revealing singlet he had worn that first day. There was plenty of room for him to sweat with the slack low hanging sides, giving me plenty of opportunity to look at his compact muscles in his arms and sides and to look at his sweaty dark patches of blond in his armpits. He wore small running shorts which showed his hairless, pale thighs up above the suntan-line of his tennis shorts. Freddie looked hunkier than ever and I was hard, even while exercising.
When we finished he set me on the massage bench and I took the opportunity to glance at the front of his tight shorts. He had a modest lump to the left of the crotch. How I wanted to stroke and feel it!
Silently he worked me over, concentrating on my arms and chest. "You have a great shape now." He whispered in a husky voice a little deeper than usual. One of the best I've seen for a guy as young as you." His sweaty, oily fingers pressed into my stomach, his eyes concentrating on them, but he must surely be looking at my erection tenting my shorts too.
"Do you think I am ready to be attractive to girls?" I asked my stupidly naïve question.
"More than ready!" He nodded and set to work on my thighs. "You've got a fantastic body, girls will love it."
"I know queers like it, but do you really think girls will?"
Freddie laughed and went to the end of the bench to work on my calves and ankles. I looked down my chest to his flushed face with my erection tent between us.
"Do you think I am big enough for a girl, you know, my cock?" I asked as innocently as I could.
"It looks plenty big enough, from here!" He winked.
"Is it as big as yours? You having a girlfriend and everything."
Freddie just laughed and ran his fingers over my knees and pressed hard into my smooth thighs.
"Believe me you are way above adequate, in all departments!" He sighed huskily. "Beautiful!" he added quietly.
Unusually he didn't get me to roll over, but quickly said "same time tomorrow!"
I glanced at the front of his tight shorts. Was his bump a little bigger, a little firmer? He turned away and sat to write up his report, not looking at me when I stripped off my shorts and went for a shower.
Getting dressed, he didn't look up from his papers and I knew I had him! Usually he would inspect my torso professionally, the fact he wasn't looking meant he did not dare to. I had him! I'd had enough straight men, even at the age of eighteen, to know when one fancied me.
(Part 2 will be put on here over the next few days.)