Date: Thu, 15 Nov 2001 16:06:52 +0000
From: DF
Subject: My Personal Trainer

The following is too true to be true.  Enjoy.


Well, I have had some close calls in the past, but something happened to me
today that I don't think I will ever forget.  I had a horrible day at work
today with lots of stress that I won't even go into.  I was really looking
to blow off some steam so I went with a friend of mine to the gym with his
guest pass.  He is gay and about 10 years older than me.  He is quite good
looking and one of the nicest guys you could ever meet.  He is the computer
guy on our floor and he always goes out of his way to help me out.  He has a
great sense of humor.  We used to play racquetball all the time, but we
haven't gone for a while.  He has a steady boyfriend now and spends most of
his free time with him.  We have flirted with each other a little.  I always
ask him about his love life and he has told me that I have the nicest ass of
anyone on the floor. But he knows I am basically straight and hasn't ever
tried anything.  Sometimes I call him "amorcito", "My little love," and he
gets embarrassed.  He is Argentine, bald, very hairy, lots of muscles and
uncut (from when we used to shower together after racquet ball).  He could
probably take me if he tried hard enough, but he is too nice.


Well Rodrigo, (The Argentine) had gone to his abs class and I was messing
around with some of the weights when I saw Mike, the incredibly sexy trainer
who teaches our weekly relaxation class.  He has the sexiest body of almost
anyone I have ever seen.  He is probably the first guy that consistently
makes me hard every time he comes into the room with me.  He acts very
straight.  He is ex-military, and has been a personal trainer for years.  He
doesn't have an enormous muscle man body, but more of a refined, tight,
Abercrombie-and-Fitch body, which really turns me on.  He has large solid
arms and a broad firm chest with huge nipples. He doesn't shave himself, has
a goatee, short hair, a slim waist with a fully developed six pack, solid
toned legs and a butt with the perfect curve that makes you want to slowly
run your hand down it.  He is probably just over six foot and often wears
boots and leather so he looks a bit bigger.  He is the type of guy who might
be in a motorcycle gang, but is too good looking.

He always comes to
class with a sweatshirt of a long sleeve shirt and long pants and slowly
takes of pieces of clothes off during class.  Usually he ends up in a tight
white tee-shirt and cut off sweats that loosely hanging around his waist
that look like they would fall of if it wasn't for his large cock stuffed
inside his jock.  I have sometimes caught a glimpse of his jock while we
were stretching out together.  He usually wears white, but sometimes it is
black.

He has flirted with me a lot, too.  The first class, he videotaped
and he called me after to say that he had watched me and that he noticed
that I had a lot of big muscles and that I was the best at following
instructions.  In another class he called me in front of the whole class to
have a push up match, me against him.  He said, "Let's go, you and me, on
the floor."  I won.  He has also come into the changing room there at work
to catch a glimpse of me, but I was already wearing me underwear and my
shirt.  He often comes over and feels my muscles while we are stretching.
One time he put his hand right on my ass, and another time he said that he
would like to crack me open.

He is actually good friends with my boss who
is also gay and has been in a relationship for 20 or so years (I am his
personal assistant, but he has never tried anything on me or even flirted).
My boss comes to the class too, which is sometimes sort of weird.  Mike is
his personal trainer, but I don't know how close they are, if you know what
I mean.
So, this was the first time I had seen him with his shirt off and I just
about melted into a pool of semen.  I was actually quivering as he was
obviously watching me while I lifted.  I had ridden to work that day on my
bike so I was wearing my black short biker shorts and a bright yellow mesh
biker jersey.  He was wearing bright red, slippery soccer shorts, white
trainers and white socks and one of his white jocks.  I could see the jock
because, as usual, it wasn't his waistband that was holding the shorts on.
In fact the tie of his shorts wasn't even tied.  We worked out for a while
and both of us became pretty sweaty and finally he came over to talk to me.
He asked me if I was alone and I said I was (Rodrigo was meeting his
boyfriend later anyway and wouldn't be worried if I didn't meet him).  He
said he had invited some friends over for dinner and wanted to know if I
wanted to come. I said sure, trying to hide my anticipation, excitement and
fear.


We walked to the showers together and started talking about work and I
didn't even want to talk about it.  His locker was on the other side of the
room so he undressed at a distance.  I could see him.  He undressed slowly
and watched me most of the time, with out being too obvious with the other
guys in the room.  I was having a hard time keeping my dick from getting
hard.  Especially as I got in the shower and felt him coming behind me.  He
didn't touch me, but I knew he was there.  He took off his towel and I saw
his meat up close for the first time outside of it's wrapping.  It was an
open shower with four showerheads on each pole.  We stood at the same pole.
He looked like a Greek god, but with a goatee.  His bush was large but with
loose wavy light brown curls like I had never seen.  They looked like
Shirley Temple ringlets until they got wet.  His stomach muscles were firm
and defined angling perfectly into his bush and then dangling from an uncut
9 inch thick cock that looked like it was starting to warm up a bit itself.
In fact it was pointing a bit to the left.  We both soaped up and talked
about unimportant things, the I-love-you virus and the heat wave we have
been having.  His mind was clearly elsewhere--but we couldn't do much
because of all the other guys that were around.  Skipping a past a
relatively uneventful ride to his house.

We walked through his door and I asked if I could borrow some clothes
because all I had was my sweaty biking clothes.  He said sure and went to
his bedroom and pulled out a pair of ripped jeans and an old T-Shirt.  When
he handed them to me he was very close.  He dropped them on the floor and
grabbed my waste and started to kiss me.  Gently at first, and then when I
didn't protest, he started to go harder and deeper.  His goatee scratched my
face giving me a pain I hadn't felt before.  I was eager for more.  My
tongue started fighting back and started to go deep into his throat.  His
hands felt really strong around my waist, but started to move back to my ass
as my hands nervously massaged his enormous nipples through his tight
T-Shirt.  I started to slip my hands underneath his shirt.  His hand moved
back between my legs, and after exploring a bit, he lifted me up onto his
bed.  He started to get really aggressive and even bit my mouth and my
tongue a little as he pinned me down on his bed with his legs strateling
mine.  Then all of the sudden he stood up and went to turn off the lights
and light a candle.  When I caught my breath, I asked about his other
friends that were coming by.  He said he was lying just as he struck the
match and I saw a slightly sinister grin looking my way, "No one else is
coming by, and I don't even know how to cook," he said.  I was starting to
take off my shoes, but he told me to stop.  He said to just watch.  He put
on some Chemical Brothers music and started to slowly remove his boots.  One
by one.  He wasn't wearing any socks.  Then he peeled off his shirt, all the
time getting closer to me.  He undid his belt, slowly sliding it through his
belt loops one at a time.  I told him that I had never been with another
man, and he said that he knew.  He told me he was a long time friend of
Rodrigo through my boss and that he knew a lot about me.  He undid the top
button of his 501 jeans and he was close enough for me to reach out and
touch him.
I grabbed for his waist wanting to caress his tight abs with my lips.  He
held me back roughly without saying anything and just smiled.  He slowly
undid each one of his buttons and then slid his old jeans to the floor
revealing his famous jock, starting to tent out and become even bigger than
usual.  He then came over to me and told me to stay very still.  Most of my
body was cooperating.  He reached to my waist and pulled off my jersey.  He
then laid me back on the bed and told me to turn over.  He straddled my
biker shorts with his white jock and his firm thighs surrounding my ass and
gave me a five-minute shoulder and back rub down that was incredible. His
rough jock rubbed against my lower back and I felt his meat getting stiffer
and dangerously closer to my ass, caressing my ass cheeks with its weight.
Every time his hands came close to my waist or ass I felt in danger of
coming face down on his bed.  He then moved to my feet and pulled off my
shoes and socks one by one giving each toe a quick massage.  He then sucked
each toe so hard that I though that they would come off.  I thought I would
cum, but amazingly enough I held it.  He then started moving quicker as the
music changed and sped up.  He flipped me over again when I least expected
it and started to suck on my dick through my black nylon shorts.  It wasn't
hard to locate--I can tell you that much.  I was absolutely writhing with
pleasure.  His hands moved from my massaging my tits to rubbing my stomach
to caressing my abs to holding my thighs.  He was quietly smiling, but I
have never been that loud during sex--especially since all the sex I have
had until now was alone.  I was squirming and moaning and finally he pulled
my shorts down to release my pent-up friend.  I came as soon as his tongue
hit my head.  It sprayed him in the face and got all over his goatee.


He licked my balls while I finished coming and I was sad that I didn't feel
my dick inside his mouth.  He kissed and licked my penis for a minute and
even started nibbling a bit.  Then he started kissing his way up to my
navel, which he sucked on for a least a minute while my dick started
softening.  He kissed up my sternum and my throat to my lips and I tasted my
own jizz for the first time.  It was salty and warm and much different than
I thought it would be.  I guess I always thought of urine, but it was more
like warm salty water-based lotion. He asked if I would be comfortable
sucking him off and I said I didn't think so, so he got some lotion and
showed me his favorite way to jack off. He was still wearing his jock, but
his little big man had burst way up past the waistband.  He reached inside
and pulled it out further as he did a little dance to "Get up on it like
this" which actually made me laugh.   At the end he had me pull it some.  I
got quite a rush holding his throbbing dick while he was leaning back with
ultimate pleasure showing off his cut abs in the best of ways.


When he finally came I squeezed his head just so that it sprayed him from is
forehead to his navel.  As he was lying there panting, I crawled on top of
him, slipping around a little.  We made out for about an hour and a half and
I was hard again, but I told him I really had to go to get some sleep for
work tomorrow.  I don't think that he wanted me to stay the night anyway.  I
left him, went home and got some sleep and now I have spent about an hour
telling the story to you.  Thanks a lot.  Now I am going to be tired all day
tomorrow.  Not that I wasn't going to be a little tired anyway.  I am
actually quite nervous about seeing him on Friday.  Do you think he will
tell my boss or Rodrigo what we did?  I didn't even think to tell him not
to.  But, he knows that this was my first experience, so I think he will use
some discretion.  Sweet dreams.