Training days...
It had been a while since I felt good about myself. At 235lbs I was more than 50lbs overweight and just uncomfortable with my appearance. I mean people would always refer to me as the cute chubby guy, or the fat pretty boy. And I just didn't like it. I mean I know they were complimenting me but the chubby/ fat part cancelled it out in my eyes. Well I guess I was somewhat good lookin. But thats just a good mix of genetic. I'm light brown skin and I have very light eyes, and really thick lips. I guess people like that, but it's not enough for me. my weight just bothers me too much. So I decided to join a gym. But it was harder than I thought and I only lasted two weeks before I quit. But on my last visit there; I ran into this guy I used to know, Ryan.
Ryan was an old highschool friend of mine. We weren't exactly friends or that close but I do remember him being a pretty cool guy. We actually used to both play on the football team; back when I was 30 pounds lighter and way more athletic. I was a linebacker and he was our second string quarterback. So our experience together was of me during practice cutting threw the line and tackling him to the ground. But anyway we struck up a conversation, and inevitably he mentioned that he was a personal trainer, and was at the gym today looking for clients. I figured since I needed to get this weight off and this coming to the gym by myself thing wasn't working out; I might as well throw some business to an old friend and get in shape at the same time. So we exchanged numbers and set up an appointment to meet.
Now let me describe Ryan for you. He's tall, dark [I think he once said he was Haitian] and I guess he's a reasonably good looking guy; but I don't really judge other men like that. He's about 6'4", a little taller than me. About 190lbs of pure muscle, very athletic. He's built like one of the Greek or Roman God statues. He really is all man. But the most preculiar thing is he has the most babish face of any grown man I'd ever known.
Well later on that day I got a text from Ryan. It read " Sup Chris. It was cool running into you earlier. Can't wait til our first session." I didn't know what to think. I didn't usually go around texting other guys like that. So I just ignored it. Later I found out that all throughout high school Ryan had a secret crush on me.
Well a few days later was our first session. Ryan had his own private gym; that only he and his clients used, so he assured me we'd have privacy to get a really good workout in. Then afterwards a massage; he was also a liscensed massage therapist. I walked in the gym, the equipment was impressive. I was wearing my usual workout gear: some old bball shorts and a white sleeveless t'shirt. Ryan on the other hand had something different in mind. He had on these really tight black bike shorts and a matching tank with his gym's logo on the front. He expected me to wear the same; which he had already waiting for me. I was open minded about this training thing, so I didn't offer any protest. I went in the back changing room and quickly changed. Let me tell you I looked nothing like Ryan did in the workout gear. When I walked back out Ryan met me with protest. "Man whats with the dick." When I put the bike shorts on the only way my dick felt right was with it laying along my left thigh. And with these tight shorts it was more than noticable. " Next time you come in my gym have a jock on." He said with this little smirk on his face. "Cmon lets get started."
First he had me lay out on my back so he could stretch me out. Something I remember from my old football days. He grabbed my left leg; one hand on the back of my thigh , the other on my calve. Then he pushed my leg into my chest as fair as it would go; after that he followed suit with my right. We did a few more stretches then it was cardio time. I was already winded. After that we worked on my upper body; weight training. Then finally for the last 20 minuted he had me run the treadmill. When the workout was over my whole body was sore. Ryan said thats the way its supposed to be. Then he led me to the back gave me a towel and showed the showers. "Now shower up, dry off completely then come back and lay on the table." I followed his instructions. I was just glad the workout was over. I couldn't wait for that water to hit my sore body and the massage that was to come later.
After my shower I walked back to the area where the massage table was, in just a towel as instructed. Ryan was standing there next to the table with a clip boarding writing something. He saw me and order me on the table. I loosened my towel up; then laid on the table, flat on my stomach. Ryan began pouring warm oil all over my aching back and tight shoulders. Then he began rubbing the oil in with perfect pressure; that made me feel weak under his hands. Then he started on my feet and legs. That part of it felt a little weird at first; but I grew to like it. Then he began working the back of my thighs, folding the towel up so it just barely covered my strong globe shaped ass cheeks. After a minute or so on my thighs, he removed the towel completely and grabbed for both mounds; one in each hand and began to mold them. This was my first time getting a full body massage, so I expected him to work my ass; but not like that, and not that aggressive. But to be honest It was surprisingly the best part of the whole massage.
Over the next few weeks [3 days a week] I started seeing results. The training was working. And Ryan and I were getting really close. We had even hungout a view times outside the gym. Ryan was a great trainer and was becoming an even greater friend. Our sessions became longer and longer. Not because we were working out longer, but because we'd spend a lot of the time just shooting the shit. But Ryan was rentless with me; he cut me no slack. Now the other reason our sessions were running longer was because Ryan was now taking extra special care to make sure my massages counted. It was like he knew my body better than me. He knew just what I needed and just where I needed it. But with all the close contact I never in a million years thought anything sexual would ever go down between us. Well that was until it did.
After a few months of Ryan training me; we had become really close. We had since thrown all pretense out the window. We were extremely comfortable with one another and all modesty was gone too. It started out simple enough: just working out both of us shirtless, touching more outside of the massage. Then eventually I stopped caring if Ryan saw me naked. I would now often walk around the gym completely nude. Whether it be walking back or forth from the shower or hanging out just sitting there with Ryan beside me on the massage table after we were done. I was now free with my body around him. And he always encouraged it.
It was one of our usual training sessions, but Ryan himself got a little more sweatier than usual. So when I went to hit the showers, he joined me. The shower was a typical one you'd find in any gym. A large tiled room, with multiple shower heads around on every wall. Ryan looked great naked. Although he'd seen and felt my naked body time and time again; this was my first time seeing him completely nude. If Ryan's body didn't look amazing before, now dripping wet it definitely did. The water just glistened on his mahogany skin as it cascaded down his muscled frame. And his dick, must've been the biggest blackest thing I'd ever seen. He was definitely hung like a horse; at least 8" soft. I was in awe at the sight of him. I never looked at another man like that before; but for some reason I couldn't keep my eyes off of this Adonis that was showering along side of me. We finished our showers and headed out to the massage table. Both of us just in towels. Ryan didn't even bother getting dressed. I climbed on the table and he just went straight to rubbing all my newly bulging muscles that he himself helped to created. He stood there in his towel molding my meaty flesh. Taking extra care with my ass. Then he did something that I was never expecting. He bit me. He bit me right on my left ass cheek then gave it a slap. We both laughed and he continued molding me with his big strong hands. Then he started doing something he never did before. He was stretching my ass cheeks apart, exposing my naked hole. It felt oddly titillating. Then he really went there. While my cheeks were spread apart he lunged his tongue deep inside me. I let out a loud moan. My dick was hardening quicker than our usual massages would cause it to. Ryan was eating the hell out of my ass. And I just lay there enjoying it. Then he finally pulled his tongue out and I turned my self over. I laid flat on my back on the table, my dick sticking straight up. Ryan's towel had long since hit the floor. My dick was waving back and forth at a steady rhythm, until Ryan grab it with one of his massive hands and swallowed it whole. I was amazed at his technique. I barely felt his lips. All I could feel was the back of his throat as it slowly invited me in. He didn't even gag. Then he released me from his throat and slowly ran his lips from the base of my dick to the tip. Then he began bobing his head up and down on my throbbing dick with a quickness. He reached his hand up and began teasing my perky man tits , never losing his speed on my dick. It wasn't long before I shot wave after wave of my sweet man juice in his mouth. He tried to swallow it all, but my load was just too much. It began dripping from the corners of his mouth. He then found one of my man boobs with his cum soaked mouth and began suckling me for a second before he found my mouth. Our tongues began doing a dance that no one else new the steps to. The taste of his tongue and my own cum in my mouth was intoxicating.
Our lips eventually parted. Me still lying flat on the table Ryan climb atop of me. His huge dick felt like the heaviest part of him on me as it laid across my thigh. Our lips once again found one another. I could feel his dick getting heavier and harder, until it reached it full potential. At 13" and as thick as a redbull can, he had more than a monster. Soon he lifted himself off me slightly. He grabbed the back of my knees and pushed them into my hips. Our stretching exercises really helped my flexibility. I soon felt his dick head pressed against my well oiled hole. I asked him "what are you thinking about doing with that thing . I can't take that." He assured me that he'd go gentle and would never want to hurt me. I said " you better not" with a smirk. Then I felt him slowly force the head in me. The pressure was extreme, but he went gently as he promised. And I eventually let him in, despite the pain. I don't know what came over me but I wanted all 13" of him inside me. And we weren't going to stop until they were. He slowly pushed inside me. The adrinaline, mixed with the oil and sweat from both our body's allow for me to open up. Ryan's dick felt so big filling my inside. I contiued to brace myself and soon he was all the way in. I could feel his heavy balls resting against my ass, I could tell that when he came I really had a load to take. I was surprised that he had got all 13" inside me. A few inches had to be in my stomach. Then he began to slowly pull out of me, inch by inch. I never felt more pleasure in my life. I moaned to keep from screaming. Then I whispered "fuck me baby" and he obeyed. He started fucking. Thrusting his massive meat deep into my guts. I definitely wasn't ready for this much dick. My heart was racing. He was jamming his meat into me hard and deep. He'd pull all but 2 or 3 inches out them jam it all back in with a quickness. I cried out " fuck me". I was now biting my lip to keep from screaming. Then finally one last thrust. He came in me so hard and deep I swear I could taste it. My hole was more than stretched. Once he was completely out of me, we got off the table and headed back to the showers. We stood there under the water washing one another, our lips often meeting. But our session wasn't over yet....