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"Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear"
by fratbear (thefratbear@yahoo.com)
Chapter 57: Personal Training
September 2014
"That's it, just hold it there for one, two, three... then rack it. Good." Gino, my trainer, helped me return the barbell to the rack, then clapped his hands together, which he did after every set I did during my workouts. I think it was a tic, his way of showing approval.
I sat up on the bench and stretched my arms, which were sore from having done a half-dozen sets of bench presses with 225 pounds on the barbell. Gino, a stout and barrel-shaped middle-aged Italian musclebear with a gruff, stubbled bulldog face, grinned as he massaged my shoulders with his thick hands.
"I think you'll be up to 250 pounds soon," he said.
"Never thought I'd be able to bench that much," I replied, enjoying the pressure of his fingers on my sore muscles.
I'd returned home from Texas in May after spending a couple weeks taking care of my Dad until he was able to get out of bed and handle himself after his heart attack. I'd managed to meet up with Bobby a few more times during my time back in Cicero, trying to get fucked by him as many times as I could before I had to go back to L.A.
One of the first things I did when I got home was call up Will at New Life Fitness and finally take him up on his offer of a free membership. He'd first offered me the membership more than year earlier when I took him on as a client at HartBPM, but I'd been putting it off, telling myself that I didn't have time to make regular trips to the gym. However, Will reminded me of the offer every time we had a client meeting. He'd become even more persistent ever since I bought Gabe a lifetime membership a few months earlier for his 40th birthday.
Seeing my Dad laid low by a heart attack forced me to consider the real possibility that I was probably headed for one of my own if I didn't at least start doing some exercising to strengthen my heart. Seeing his brush with death was the motivation I needed to finally carve out some time in my life to improve my physical well-being.
I'd now been going to the West Hollywood New Life gym three evenings a week for the past three months, getting in a half-hour of cardio on the elliptical followed by up to an hour of lifting weights. Gabe was thrilled by the news that I was finally going to the gym regularly. Unfortunately, he only worked out in the mornings, so I never got to see him at the gym. However, he was the one who recommended Gino as a personal trainer.
Gino was one of the trainers on staff at New Life and had been Gabe's trainer for a couple of months. They'd initially bonded over their shared Italian heritage, but Gino had already helped Gabe lose more than twenty pounds while building muscle and adding some definition to his already bulky body. Gabe was also sure to mention that Gino was totally gay despite his rough and tough appearance. I jokingly asked Gabe if he was now cruising for musclebears at the gym, and he laughed and assured me that I was the only dude he wanted to have sex with, aside from that one time with Will.
Gino had helped me draw up a lifting routine, concentrating on different sets of muscles each day of the week I was at the gym. We were currently in the separate section in the back of ground floor reserved just for private personal training sessions, hidden from view of the rest of the gym.
The focus of today's training session was on my chest, which meant bench press and push-ups, which I hated. Still, feeling Gino's strong hands on my back and arms as he tried to correct my form had a way of making push-ups more pleasant, even if I ended up sore all over.
Also making my workouts more pleasant was the fact that Gino did his training shirtless, letting me feast my eyes on his mighty, hulking torso packed with thick muscles on top of a big, round belly. He also wore Spandex workout shorts that showed off his big, round, muscular ass and the outline of his cock and balls. Like Gabe, Gino was one of those rare Italian men whose body looked completely smooth and devoid of hair. In fact, he did have body hair, but it was so light and feathery that it was practically invisible one his burly torso.
"All right, then," Gino said cheerfully, "I think we can hit the showers now."
I was surprised. I'd been training with Gino for over a month now, and he always had another student to train or a cardio class to lead after me. "Don't you have to work?"
Gino shook his head. "My nine o'clock is sick. I get to take off early tonight. I've been here since noon, anyway. And I've got your friend Gabe in the morning."
"How's Gabe doing, anyway?" I asked I wiped down the equipment I'd been using.
"He's making great progress. I think he might even start playing rugby again."
"Wow, he didn't tell me that."
I guess exercising really does make a difference.
The showers at New Life were individual stalls divided by walls of frosted glass but no curtains, so there wasn't much privacy, not that the guys who worked out at New Life were the modest types. In fact, it wasn't uncommon for me to stroll into the showers and encounter another gym patron jerking off in the showers after his workout.
As I walked naked into the shower area, I saw that Gino was the only other guy there, showering himself down in a stall about midway down the row. I liked showering at one of the stalls at the far end, so as I passed by Gino's shower stall, he grinned and waved hello as I got a brief look as his naked, short, stocky, smooth-looking body being doused by the shower spray.
As I showered in my stall at the end of the room, I couldn't get the image of Gino's wet, naked body. As I soaped up my dick and balls, I began massaging them, and my cock began to harden. Pretty soon I was stroking my shaft, images of my personal trainer in my head.
"You want any help with that?" I recognized Gino's gruff voice over the sound of my shower.
I turned to find Gino standing there at my shower stall, looking like a dripping wet, shaved gorilla, casually stroking his stiff, six-inch cock with his rough hand.
I reached out and ran my dripping hand across the bulging muscles of his chest, admiring his well-defined pecs. I then felt his big, hard, round belly, the type of Buddha-like belly that invited people to rub it, the kind of belly that I aspired to. Gino continued to jerk on his cock as I worshipped his amazing, stout body. He flexed his other incredibly thick arm, his bicep swelling.
"Is this part of the training?" I joked as I shut off my shower. Los Angeles was in a drought, after all, and I didn't want to waste water.
"It can be," Gino replied before falling to his knees and sliding my erect cock into his hot mouth. He began to suck furiously on it, his head bobbing back and forth as he worked my shaft with his lips and swirling tongue. The sensation making me gasp.
Gino was probably a decade older than me, and I could tell that he'd had a lot of cocksucking experience. His hands were planted on my ass, holding onto me as he expertly slurped on my cock.
With a smacking sound, Gino popped my cock out of mouth and looked up at me. "Fuck, you're big," he said.
"Obviously, you haven't played with Gabe," I replied, already almost out of breath from his blowjob.
A look of surprise appeared on Gino's face. "But I thought Gabe was straight."
Uh oh, I thought, I probably shouldn't have let that particular cat out of the bag. "He is," I said. "But you know, he and I were roommates and have been best friends for more than thirteen years. Things happen."
Gino smirked knowingly. "I can imagine." He stood up, rubbing my cock with his hand. "Okay, you can fuck me now." He turned around so that I was looking at his thick, broad back and round ass.
Ever since Gabe had told me that Gino was gay, I'd been wondering whether he was a top or a bottom. I guess now I knew the answer. The ease with which I pushed my large cock into his asshole and slid it all the way into his body only confirmed it.
"Aaaahhh," Gino sighed as I buried my rod in his warm ass. "So hot."
He reached up with both hands and gripped the top edges of the frosted glass dividers on either side of my shower stall, and I saw his massive muscles in his arms flexing as I began to thrust my cock into him. Our bodies made a loud slapping sound, and Gino let out a grunt each time I plunged my shaft into him, slamming against his meaty ass. I was also groaning with animalistic lust as I fucked him as powerfully as I could.
The thought crossed my mind that anyone could walk into the showers and see us fucking. In fact, I was sure that our sex sounds could be heard in the locker area. I didn't care, though. All I could think about was depositing my load deep in Gino's guts.
Gino took his right hand off the frosted glass divider and grasped his cock, jerking off as I continued to pound my meat into him. He was both grunting and moaning, seeming like he was in a heightened state of pure ecstasy.
I felt the pressure building up in my balls as I increased my thrusts, and with a yell, I began to spew my load of cum into Gino's ass.
"Yessss," he hissed as he felt my hot jizz coating his insides. "Fill it up. That's so fucking hot."
He continued to pump his own cock with his fist as my orgasm subsided, and I pulled my cock out of his ass, which dripped with my cum. Gino suddenly turned to face me, and we both looked down at his bright crimson red hard-on, which was dripping with precum as he pounded on it.
"I'm gonna shoot," he grunted, the thick muscles in his torso tensing.
I immediately dropped to my knees and engulfed his cock with my mouth, applying as much suction as I could. Gino let out a surprised yelp, and his shaft pulsed and flooded my mouth with his sweet sperm.
"Oh, fuck yeah," he sighed as he humped his hips, pumping his jizz down my throat. "Swallow it all."
After I'd gulped down the last of his cum, I stood and turned the shower back on.
"Okay, NOW we can get cleaned up," I said as I rubbed some soap onto Gino's brawny chest.
Later, as I exited the locker room after showering and dressing, I found Will, the owner of New Life, standing in the hall outside with a mischievous smile.
"You okay?" he asked. "Someone reported that it sounded like there was a wild animal in the showers."
I chuckled. "I guess you could say that."
"Well, next time, let me know. Maybe I can take care of it." He placed a strong hand on the bulge in my pants.
"Will do," I said, giving him a quick kiss before heading out.