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Personal Training from Tim By: Allan Jerison
Tim was a single guy out at my work. He was in perfect physical condition, and obviously worked out regularly. He was about my height, and probably 8-10 years older than I am. But every time I saw him I wanted to have sex with him.
He did not know me, except by sight. We were on the same days off, and roughly the same schedule, so we passed in the halls quite often. I always smiled and said hello. He always smiled back and greeted me. But we were not on a cordial or friendly basis, by any means.
Everyone at work thought I was straight, and I wanted them to keep thinking that. But Every time I saw Tim, I would fantasize about what it would be like to be naked with that perfect body, licking those luscious pecks, biting that firm ass, and bringing this Adonis of a man to climax with my mouth. God, how I wanted him. I did not even necessarily want him to pleasure me (though I would certainly have enjoyed it). I just wanted him naked in front of me, letting me make him feel good in any way I could.
I should mention that I work in a Government job, so sexual harassment issues are constantly threatening my job. Generally, we do not do or say anything that could fall into that category, not with men or women. And since I did not want anyone to know my true sexual orientation, I was not eager to make it seem like I was interested in this hunk. Consequently, day after day I saw this guy at work, and night after night I would jack off while fantasizing about sex with him.
One day, we were both in the lunchroom alone, and I had had enough. I was going to see if anything could be done to get us closer together away from work. So I sat down by him and made small talk. He was such a nice guy, and had such a great smile. And looking at those huge arms made me want to cum in my jeans. I had to try something, before I said the wrong thing at the wrong time. I asked him if he ever did any personal weight training.
"Not really. I'm not a pro, by any means," he said. "I just kind of do my own thing."
"Well, whatever you are doing is clearly working well," I said, looking him over approvingly.
"Thanks, man." He replied.
An awkward silence fell. One in which I knew he was rolling something over in his head, and I was afraid that maybe I had come on too strong and given my true motives away. But I could think of nothing else to say, so I just ate my lunch.
"You know, you really aren't in too bad shape," he finally commented. "It would not take too much to get you built up better."
He was right. I was only about 15 pounds overweight and otherwise not in too bad of shape. I really did want to improve my looks physically, as well. I was embarrassed to be seen without my shirt on, even though I was not repulsive by any means. I finally said, "Yeah, I need a little work, for sure, but I don't have the knowledge to put together any meaningful kind of workout, and I don't feel like paying for someone to help that really could care less. I need someone to teach me and train me that honestly wants to see me improve and will motivate me without trying to kill me or show off for me."
"I know what you mean," he said. "If you really want me to train you, I will. But it won't be easy, and you have to be dedicated."
"I'm ready to work, and I guarantee I will be dedicated." If nothing else, I will just enjoy time alone with him in less clothing that what we wore to work. That alone would be worth the time and effort. And if it did me some good along the way, so much the better.
We started working out together the following weekend. Since I did not have too much in the way of equipment, he invited me over to his place. He had the full setup. Several machines and workout benches, all the weights and dumbbells you could ever need. It was clear that he was dedicated to his body. And it showed.
When I got there, I was wearing some gym shorts and a T-shirt, with a tank top over the tee. I had a good set of shoes to work out in as well. Nothing extravagant or showy, just a comfy type of workout attire. He opened the door wearing just some tight gym shorts and his shoes. My God, I almost passed out from the fantastic look of his lightly hairy chest. I wanted to attack him right there and start kissing that gorgeous body, and let the chips fall where they may. But somehow, I held back, and made cordial greetings with him.
He showed me to his workout room, and asked if I needed to shower before we started. The truth is, I had already done that before I came over, so I said I was just ready to start.
"OK," he said, "let me just go over a few things with you so that we understand each other completely."
"Shoot," I answered.
"First off, I call the shots. If I am going to train you, it will be my way or the highway."
"Understood. I'm all yours." I said with a smile.
"Second, it is sometimes hard to tell you which muscle groups we are trying to stretch or flex, so it is easier for me to just touch you so that you know what I am referring to. Do you have any problem with that?"
I was liking this arrangement more and more. "No problem at all."
"Even if it gets a little personal?"
So much the better. I decided it was time to give him free reign over me, just so he was not inhibited by anything at all. "Man, you can feel me up if you want. I'm just happy to have someone training me right." I gave a nervous laugh as I said it, hoping I was not scaring him away.
He just smiled and shook his head. "Alright, then. Strip down so I can see what I have to work with."
I was not sure I heard him right, but decided to just go with it. I took off my tank and tee.
"Come on, man. You agreed to do it my way. Take everything off."
Now I was going to be embarrassed, because I was starting to get hard just thinking about striping for this god. But I wanted his help, so I decided to fuck it and take it all off. The shoes, the socks, the shorts, the underwear. I was now standing naked before him, and my cock was starting to fill and rise. God, I was afraid he would deck me and send me packing. But what could I do about it now? I had to do as he said, or he was not going to train me.
"Not too bad," he said, looking me over carefully. "We have a little ways to go. But you have nice legs and arms." He felt my arms as he said this, and ran his hand down my back. I was getting harder. I was also blushing madly. "The ass needs a little work, but won't be too tough to tone." As he said this, he grabbed my right ass cheek and squeezed. I almost came right then. He walked around the front of me and took a long look at my cock, which was nearly fully erect by then. He smirked and looked up at my face.
"No need to be embarrassed, man." he said. "You don't have anything I haven't seen before."
"Yeah, but you aren't standing here naked, being looked over so closely." I said nervously.
He shrugged, then to my amazement took off his shoes and pants. Now we were both naked, and I was fully hard and throbbing. He had a beautiful cock. It was hanging partially flaccid, but still was full and long. It was not oversized, by any means, but it was not small, either. And I just wanted to drop to my knees and start eating it. He watched me as I carefully enjoyed the eye candy that his hard body was for me. Finally, he said, "Feel free to touch what you want, because you will soon have this body for yourself."
God, I wanted him to mean I could have him, but I'm pretty sure he meant my own body would look like that soon. I felt his enormous arms, then his steel chest, and let my hands slide down his perfect abs. I was hoping to inadvertently slap his cock, but my aim was a little off, and I missed it. But after touching his abs, I could see it stir a little, which gave me hope. I walked around him and took a look at his back. My god, this was perfection. He flexed his ass for me, and all I could think about was my cock breaking off in those buns of steel. All I could think to say was, "I want this body."
He turned around and smiled at me. "No problem, my man, lets get to work." He pulled me close and gave me a hug from the side. But in the process, my raging hard cock rubbed against his leg. I was ready to cum, but he slipped on his shorts and started towards the equipment. He said, "forget everything else, and just put on the workout shorts."
"What about the underwear, don't I need the support?" I asked.
"Not today, because we will just be doing some light stuff, and you will want the freedom. Just trust me and do as I say."
"You got it, boss."
We started with some stretching exercises. Just the normal stuff, nothing acrobatic. Then he had me lie on my stomach while he helped me stretch my legs. "Just relax and let me take care of you," he said. I enjoyed his touch as he moved my legs and stretched me. His hands gently but firmly running along my calves, my thighs, my ass. As he hyperextended my leg behind me, he ran his hand up the inside of my thigh and into my shorts - lightly brushing my balls as he did. I started to get hard again. Then he did my other leg. This time, as his hand went into my shorts, he rubbed the muscle inside my leg all the way up to the point that he was massaging my ass hole. God it felt good. But my erection was becoming uncomfortable because of my position. Thankfully, he told me to turn over.
As soon as I did, my cock stood out like a tent pole in my shorts. I could not think of anything to say to excuse it, and he surely noticed it. He smiled, then pulled out on my waistband, so that my cock jumped flat against my belly. I held my breath as the slap of it hitting my skin rang out louder to me than it probably was. He said nothing about it, and went right on stretching my legs again.
I could not believe it as he started to pull my leg up to my chest. Rather than take position by my feet, he straddled my face and kept working. I had a perfect view of his crotch, just inches from my face, bulging in his pants. From the way it looked, he was getting excited as well, because the outline of his cock head was getting more and more clear. I thought it was too bad his pants were so tight, because if they had been loose like mine, I would have had a prefect view of his monster.
As if he had read my mind, he got up and said, "You need some more stretching work today, but these shorts of mine are not quite right for this kind of workout."
"They look a little tight for it, to me." I said.
I thought he might go change into something more loose fitting, but instead, he took them off, and then resumed his place, straddling my face. He was getting hard, and here was his cock just inches from my mouth, filling up. I started salivating. As he worked my legs back and forth, his penis slowly swung back and forth right above me. I could smell his balls and the manly odor of his anus. It made me even harder with desire. I was so enjoying the sight of his shaved balls and thick cock right above my face that I hardly noticed the drop of pre-cum starting to form at the head of his dick. Then he rocked back and his cock was dragged across my lips and face, leaving the trail of cum as it went.
Immediately, his cock hardened and stood erect. I was so hungry with desire that I no longer cared about what his response might be. I reached up and grabbed his cock and pulled it to my mouth, hungrily sucking it in as far as he would allow.
He moaned with pleasure, leaning back so I could feed on it more. God, I loved the taste of his cock! More pre-cum came out, and I enjoyed the taste of it, eagerly working to get his whole load.
He started to massage my cock, then rolled over so that he was on his side next to me. I rolled with him and kept sucking madly on his raging member. I kept thinking to myself, 'God, please let him cum in my mouth!' I want his load so badly!' I was so intent on this desire that I hardly noticed he had removed my shorts. I did not realize what he had done until he took my raging hard-on into his own mouth and started sucking like mad. It was all I could do to hold back. But he wanted me to cum badly, because he worked it as if his life depended on my cumming in 30 seconds or less. And that was about all it took before I was pumping shot after shot of my hot juices into his eager mouth. It felt so good that I could not even keep working on him while I came. I had to stop and give in to the waves of powerful pleasure engulfing my every nerve.
He kept sucking long after I finished and started to soften, but that was when I started working on him more and more. Now I was the mad man, determined to suck every last sperm out of his nuts by force. As my head bobbed up and down on his rigid cock, one of my hands pumped his shaft in a circular motion while the other massaged his scrotum. He was moaning with urgent desire and begging me to "Do it! Do it! Make me blow!"
I worked him even harder, and felt him tense and scream just before he shot. "YES!!! OH GOD!! YES!!! FUCKIN' TAKE IT ALL!! O GOD!!!!" He shot so forcefully, that his first stream nearly choked me. I swallowed hard, but could not contain the amount of sweet and salty cum that was bursting from his cock. I swallowed three times, four times, but it was filling my mouth quicker than I could swallow, and running out and down his shaft. I had never heard of anyone being able to shoot so much before, but it kept on cumming, hot and creamy in my mouth. God it tasted good.
When he was finally spent, he relaxed and let me clean him off by licking up everything that had spilled out. I gently licked it off his balls, his leg, his abs. I kept milking it out of his cock, and sucking it off the tip. I could not believe how lucky I was to be able to get my wish with this gorgeous hunk.
He fell asleep right away. While he rested, I took the opportunity to lick his chest and suck on his nipples. I did not know if I would get the chance again, so I figured why the hell not! He soundly slept through the whole thing. But I was getting hard again, and needed another release.
As I kept licking his chest, I rubbed mu cock with my hand, amazed at how quickly my desire for another orgasm came on. I had never come twice in the same day before, and here I was ready to shoot again in a matter of minutes. I kept working it, and soon cumming was inevitable. What was I going to do with it?
I finally decided to cum on his chest, and so I did. I straddled his abs and shot spurt after spurt onto those rock hard pecks, enjoying every sensation as the climax came. He continued napping as I finished. I could not just leave him like that. Rocking back so that we were rubbing cocks, I started to lick my love juice off his chest, enjoying my own jizm as much as I enjoyed the flavor of his. It never tasted better - no matter how many times I had shot into my own mouth. Something about sucking it off of his chest made it taste that much sweeter to me. I suckled every drop, and felt him start to rise again, though he still looked to be sleeping.
There was nothing else I could do but start sucking that manly cock again. It filled quickly, and I once again started pumping it with one hand, the other rubbing his anus. I slipped one finger into his rectum and worked furiously at giving him head. He roused just a few seconds before he started to cum again, waking to the sensation of a second climax. I swallowed every drop, and sucked him dry.
When we were done, he needed another nap. "Hey, man," he said, "don't go anywhere. I need some sleep, but I want to wake up and fuck you the rest of the night. I can't wait to get my cock in that tight little ass of yours, and fill up the other end."
I smiled.
"But I want you to fuck me, too. And later on, I need to have some more of that sweet cum of yours in my mouth." He pulled me close, and we kissed deeply for more than a minute. Then he slipped off into the bedroom to lie down on his bed. It was only a few minutes before I joined him.