Originally appeared in the May 2002 issue of "Beau"
More Time with Personal Trainer by Hot August Karl
"Tomorrow we'll work on your calves," Tom said, slapping me on the ass, the heat from his touch burning through my shorts and underwear. My cock stirred as I thought about the jerk-off fantasies I had about this guy over this last month.
I had joined the Iron Horse gym hoping to tone up a little and lose the ten pounds I had gained during my recent trip to Germany. The good German beer and bratwurst had caught up to me and after two weeks of missed workouts, I decided I needed a personal trainer to motivate me.
That's when I hired Tom Lange.
Tom had it all: size, tone, and definition. I had never seen him in the buff, although I had hung around several times in the locker room after our workouts hoping to catch more than just a glimpse of him without a shirt. He was tall, thirty-ish, with smooth skin, fleshy pecs and a treasure trail leading down to his elastic waistband. What more could a guy want?
I headed to the locker room and pushed open the door. The room smelled overpowering of bleach and other unidentifiable disinfectants. On my way to the shower I checked my reflection in one of the many mirrors and decided that I had a few things going for myself, too, among them my flat stomach, bubble butt and fat, unclipped dick. I thought I was pretty fuckable, too.
I was pleased I had the showers to myself and turned on the two neighboring showerheads in addition to my own. The water jet was gently massaging my cock and I imagined that it wasn't the water spray giving me the tingly feeling on my prick, but Tom, lolling the head of my dick on his hot tongue. I fantasized grabbing the back of his head, my fingers pulling at his soft, silken hair, driving his nose down to my bush, my nuts resting on his pretty cleft chin. I was so wrapped up in my fantasy that I didn't notice another bodybuilder step into the shower.
I quickly grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my waist, my now hard cock making a bulge in the terrycloth. I escaped to the john and sat on the toilet for a few moments. The hardon didn't seem too keen on disappearing. Out of frustration I finally jerked off, shooting long, white ropes of cum into the porcelain. As I was leaving the stall, I noticed an eye, a bright blue eye, peering through a hole in the partition.
"One more set and we'll call it a day," Tom said, as I lowered the weights back to position with a slight clanking noise. I gave him a baleful look, but started on the last set. I performed the routine true to form, but my mind wandered.
In the locker room Tom made fast, friendly conversation. Now that our session had ended and he'd locked up shop, he was more personable. He talked about how scrawny he was as a kid and the weight lifting routines he'd invented to develop his legs and upper body. I tried to imagine a skinny teenager with dangling arms and chicken legs, but instead I saw his present musculature and could picture his heavy, thick arms wrapping themselves around my waist and his naked chest pressed against mine.
I did my damnedest not to stare as Tom peeled off his t-shirt but when his shorts and jockstrap came off, I just stood there with my mouth slightly agape. The sight of his cock made my own dick jump two levels of hardness.
His tool was long and dense with large nuts suspended in a big, loose, free-swinging sack. I knew that if I reached out to feel it, his nutsac would be silky and smooth and his balls heavy and full and that his shaft would be warm and fit my hand perfectly. My heart ached for his perfect cock.
As Tom padded off to the showers, his towel draped carelessly over his shoulder, I pulled off my own clothes, slowly to allow my hardon to subside. As I entered the tiled room, Tom was bent over, soaping his feet, his ass in the air facing me. I turned away quickly and hung my towel, my mind willing away the beginnings of another boner. While I soaped my chest and under my arms, Tom started whistling some little tune that sounded familiar but I couldn't place it.I turned to ask him about it and about dropped my soap. He was standing with a big grin on his face and an even bigger hardon!
"I just can't help it, but seeing that gets me all horny." He said, pointing. My gaze followed his to the middle of the shower room floor and there, swimming in the soapy water, was a condom. It was a used one at that.
"I guess it turns you on, too, huh?" Tom asked, pointing to the boner that I didn't realize I had going.
Before I had a chance to reply, Tom said, "Let's hit the sauna."
The sauna had long since been turned off, but it was still slightly steamy and the smell of male sweat mixed with cedar hung in the air. I sat on the wooden planks in the center of the small room facing the door and Tom joined right beside me. My cock was still hard, as was his, and had begun dribbling clear, sticky fluid.
Tom leaned back. "Yeah, thinking about two dudes getting it on right in the shower sure got me horny. Been too long since I had any really hot sex."
"Has it been a while since you've been laid, Mikey?" Tom leaned toward me. I could feel the hot from his breath on my cheeks and smell the slight odor of peppermint. I nodded.
At that Tom reached out and scooped a healthy amount of the pre-cum off my dick and spread it over the swollen head of his own with the tips of his fingers. My cock jumped as I felt this man's hand brush the surface of my dick, this man who I had been worshipping for the past few weeks. As I sat there, amazed at the wonder of this scene unfolding before me, Tom reached out and scooped a little more of my jizz onto a finger and held it up to my lips. Gazing into his eyes, his deep blue eyes, I parted my lips slightly to allow his finger entry. I slurped the finger in hungrily, sucking it down to his last knuckle, and sighing slightly.
In a low voice Tom said, "It has been a while, hasn't it?" He pulled his finger from my lips and cupped my face in his hands, drawing me to him and plunging his tongue deep into my mouth. His kiss was warm, wet and red. In a quick movement Tom had me on my back, lying on the cedar bench of the steam room. Before I knew quite what was happening, I felt his rubber-covered cockhead pressing against my asslips.
"Hey, that isn't the one from the shower, is it?" I asked, recoiling slightly, but wanting him deeper in me, anyway.
"Do you think I'm damaged or something? No, this one's fresh." With my distraction at wondering where the rubber suddenly came from, Tom was able to bury his cock into me in one quick movement. I felt a white pain rip through my bowel and then a flood of relief as his cockknob found my hard pleasure knot and he started banging against it. I had fantasized about topping this guy and now I was the one on my back.
Being the fuckee instead of the fucker didn't seem to matter, however, because my precum was running like a cheap tap, flooding my belly with hot, sticky goo. I grabbed my penis and started to yank frantically, but Tom smacked my hand away. "No, I don't think so. We're going to see just how long it has been." I gave him a glare. I didn't think he was the kind of guy to leave me with a sackful of cum, though and my anger quickly dissolved and I decided to just simply lay back and enjoy the ride.
Tom's thrusts picked up in speed. At first he would almost pull completely out of my ass, but then plunge right back in, his nuts in their big, loose bag making a gentle slapping sound on my asscheeks. My own nutsac was tight against my body and my cock ached, the head a deep purple, looking like it would pop at any time.
A trickle of sweat dripped from Tom's forehead and nose onto my chest and belly, mixing in with my prejizz. Soon he was jabbing into me quick and forcefully, causing my body to rub slightly along the smooth cedar planking of the steam room. With his head tilted back and his eyes closed I saw my chance to take care of my own throbbing cock. I no sooner touched it and I was shooting arc after arc of white, ropey cum across my stomach, a few strands hitting my face and the wall behind me.
Tom gasped and his hips plunged forward and locked, his cock thrust as deep into my ass as it would go. I could feel it flex as he got ready to cum. He yelped like a puppy as his nuts emptied into the rubber buried in me.
Still inside me, Tom slumped against me, our chests touching. Neither one of us said anything for a couple minutes, Tom breathing hard and still flexing his cock in my ass and I aware that my hips were going numb from being in their precarious position. Tom's cock grew soft and plopped out of my ass. He looked into my eyes, his startling blue eyes looking happy.
Startling blue eyes. Suddenly a light went on.
"Did you, by any chance, happen to watch me jerk off in the john the other day?"
Tom grinned devilishly.
"I wondered who that eye behind the peep hole belonged to! You really are the limit, you know?" I didn't want to sound too chastising. After all, I did want a second date. "By the way, can this be a repeat performance?"
Tom grinned. "Come on, buddy. I'm ready."
"I don't think I am," I replied. "The inside of my ass feels like it's on fire!"
"Why be gay if you're not going to get fucked?" Tom asked.
My cock stirred. "I'm glad you feel that way. I've been fantasizing about that finely muscled ass of yours. I'll bet those asslips would feel mighty fine sucking the milk out of my cock."
"I dunno, buddy. That's a pretty thick tool you're packing."
It was my turn to grin. "Yeah, I know. "
The drive to Tom's was short, neither us saying much along the way. It was the silence that intimacy between strangers can sometimes bring, although Tom wasn't a stranger.
His studio was sparsely furnished, with just a few art prints gracing the walls. There wasn't any furniture other than a kitchen table and a king sized bed in the corner. While Tom ducked into the bathroom to pee, leaving the door open, I made myself at home and turned on the CD player. The sound of Enigma filled the room. With no place else to sit, I headed over to the unmade bed and lay on top of the sheets.
Tom stepped into the room, stark naked with the beginnings of a woody. Like a little kid he hurried across the hardwood floor, his dick bouncing up and slapping his belly. He literally jumped onto the bed and laughed, at the same time drawing my face to his and gazing into my eyes.
"Get undressed," he said.
While I quickly took off my clothes, Tom reached under the bed and pulled out a wicker basket full of condoms and individual lube packets.
"Entertain a lot?" I asked, bemusedly, eyeing the array of rubbers and selecting a pale lime green packet.
"Not like you think," he said, "but I have had my fair share."
At that Tom slipped down the bed and wrapped his lips around my cock. I felt his warm spit make contact with my shaft and groaned slightly, but dick hardening in his mouth. He pulled my foreskin all the way back, his tongue coursing across the head of my cock and around the crown.
I grabbed his hair in my hands, running my fingers through and pulling his face down to the root of my shaft. Tom used one hand to jack himself and the other to cup my nutsac, bringing his mouth even closer to my bush. He gagged momentarily, but took a deep breath and continued. Soon my dick was twitching and I knew if Tom didn't stop soon, my cum would boil up my shaft and it would all be over.
I grunted and Tom instinctively withdrew his mouth and spun around, offering me his choice ass. I pulled his muscular ass globes apart and squirted some lube around it's epicenter, swirling the fine black hair with my finger, every now and then exploring a little deeper into his rosy hole. With my other hand I reached under and stroked his dick. At this, his asshole snapped at my probing finger. I worked another finger in slowly and pushed both digits towards his g-spot. When I felt the muscle ring relax and Tom let out a sigh, I knew it was time for serious butt fucking.
I placed my cockhead, with it's lime green sheath, up to his ass door and pushed. At first there was a little resistance, but soon his assring relaxed and I was able to slide in all the way, my nutsac resting on Tom's ass cheeks.
I grabbed Tom's broad shoulders and pushed my cock in a little further, making sure the head rubbed against the same pleasure spot that Tom had found in me earlier in the day. His whole body shuddered as I pulled out of his ass, and then plowed back in, keeping a constant tempo. Every nerve in my dick was at attention and I could feel his butthole lock down on my shaft at each stroke.
Tom was panting beneath me as I drove my rod in and out of his hole mercilessly. I wanted like hell to blow my load instantly, but pulled my dick out of his ass long enough to let him get on his back. I leaned down to kiss his mouth hungrily, at the same time jabbing my pole back into his tight muscle butt as he fisted his cock furiously.
Whatever Tom was doing to my dick with his ass muscles sure felt fine and he must have enjoyed it, too, because his ballsac tightened up and the stroking on his cock slowed down. He growled low in his throat and sperm suddenly shot high into the air. I'd never seen so much jizz come out of one guy and this was his second load of the day! The stuff flew everywhere, landing on his chest, my chest, my face, and my hair.
The sweet-acrid smell of fresh cum was like an aphrodisiac and my own dick started tingling. The cum rushed from my balls up my shaft and came boiling out, filling the rubber that was buried to the hilt in Tom's ass. I held my dick in place, long after my cock had drained, sweat from my brow mixing with his cum. As my cock starting shrinking inside Tom, he released his butt muscles and I plopped out of him.
I lay down next to Tom on the bed and scooted in close. He smiled and wrapped his arms around me and brought me in even closer and kissed me. I could taste sweat on his lips, his, mine, I didn't know, and smell the aroma of drying cum on each other's bodies.
Tom dozed off in my arms, while I enjoyed the feel of his hard, warm body pressed against mine. A smile played across his lips and I found myself grinning, too. I had a feeling that I would be spending a lot more time working out with my personal trainer, both in and out of the gym.
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