Date: Thu, 18 Apr 2002 20:30:20 EDT
From: Gocarty@aol.com
Subject: The Trainer

Joe and Tony were among the adult male participants in a new body-shaping 
program at the local Y.  The management had brought in a trainer with great 
credentials and a face and body to die for.  In fact, he was the reason both 
Joe and Tony were in the class.  They were both pretty good-looking 
themselves, in a guy-next-door kind of way, but they got one look at this guy 
at the gym one day and signed up.

The trainer was practically a kid - probably about 20 or 21 years old, a 
nice, average build, but with tits and ass for days.  From what they could 
hear of the conversation he was having with a young muscle stud, he was 
straight and not too bright.

When they arrived for the first training session, together with about 6 other 
guys, they were disappointed to see the hot little trainer dressed in a set 
of running sweats.  It looked like he planned to lead the group in them.  
They could hardly see any of that body they signed up for.

But just before they left the locker room to head out for the private room 
where the class was being conducted, Joe noticed in the mirror that the kid 
was still sitting on the bench in the next aisle of lockers.  Winking at 
Tony, he said, "Say, you noticed those sweats the trainer's wearing?  Well, 
one of the other trainers told me why he has to wear shit like that.  Seems 
like he's gone way out of condition."

Tony was not slow on the uptake.  "No!  He sure doesn't look out of shape."

"Yeah, that's what the guy said - those sweats are covering up a pot belly 
like you wouldn't believe."

Tony laughed.  "Oh, well, maybe he can teach, anyway - even if he can't 
follow his own training.  Let's give him a shot."

"Might as well.  We already paid."

The two of them slammed their lockers and headed out to the training room.

Two minutes later, the kid came strutting into the room, bare to the waist.  
The guys in the training group just stared - he had the most beautiful pair 
of tits ever seen on a guy in that gym.  They were full, firm, hairless - 
eraser-sized nipples pointing out from dark, oval-shaped aureoles.  And the 
flattest, smoothest belly you could ever hope to see in the flesh with skin 
as smooth and plush as a baby's.

Tony noticed how he took a quick look at him and Joe - just to see if they 
had taken in the fact that the rumor was totally false.  They obligingly 
exchanged a few words, eyes on his belly.  He looked smugly satisfied as he 
headed to the front of the room.

He would have been a little confused if he had actually heard what was
being said in those few words: "Want to go for the pants?"

"Lead on - you're golden so far."

A few minutes into the class, Joe managed to mutter something to Tony, just 
loud enough to be overheard by the trainer.  Something to the effect that the 
other trainer might have been wrong about the belly, but it looked like he 
was probably right about the skinny legs.  Said his glutes were nothin' and 
his thighs had no meat at all.

A look at the kid's face almost made the two of them laugh out loud - he was 
pissed as hell, and obviously trying to think - evidently something that 
didn't come easy to him.

A few minutes later, the kid announced that since they were warmed up now,
he'd strip down to his usual workout garb.  Before the dumbfounded gazes of
his class, the kid stripped the sweat pants down and off.  As he turned to
hang the sweats across the back of a chair, there was an audible gasp from
the guys watching him.

Under the sweats (bless his simple soul) he had nothing on but a jock.  With 
his back to the class, he was displaying the hottest, fullest, smoothest pair 
of bare cheeks Joe had ever seen.  And he took his time folding the sweats, 
too, bending over more than seemed strictly necessary.  He flexed and relaxed 
those baby-smooth cheeks a couple of times, directly into the faces of the 
men in his class.

Even bent over as he was, his cheeks were full and muscular enough to conceal 
the most private feature of his ass.  And nowhere in sight was even a hint of 
hair - smooth and flawless, his hot young ass was knocking 'em all dead.  
Even the straight guys were looking distinctly hungry.

As he turned back to the class, even this arrogant punk had to be a little 
embarrassed - his jock was stretched way out of shape, trying to cover what 
were obviously the biggest balls in the room - possibly in the city.  His 
good-sized young cock was clearly outlined, draped over the top, but it was 
the balls that made the basket so big it bounced when he walked.

As he took them through the first set of exercises, his big basket flopped 
and bounced around almost uncontrollably.  Obviously, the jock he was using 
was not quite the right caliber for the job.  It evidently embarrassed him 
enough that he finally turned around and started leading the class with his 
back to them.

Now this was an angle the whole group could enjoy - the kid's big round 
buttcheeks merrily bounced and jiggled their way through the movements.  As 
the moves became more strenuous and stretchy, he ended up showing off quite a 
bit of that deep crack after all.

At the end of the class, all the guys gathered around him to thank him and 
congratulate him on the great class.  Great moves.  It really helps to have 
the trainer's body exposed like that - you can really see what's happening.  
Brilliant idea.  Really look forward to the next class.  Never had a trainer 
who went so far just to teach a class.  Blah blah.

And all the time, they shook his hand and patted his arms, his shoulders, his 
bare ass.  Just a bunch of regular guys.  The kid was beaming.  Looked like 
he had this bunch of older men in the palm of his hand.  The owner would be 
really impressed.  Maybe he could even work out some kind of sponsorship deal 
. . .

They followed him down to the locker room - one of them picked up his sweats 
and carried them for him.  The kid seemed hardly to notice that he was 
walking through the gym completely bare-ass.  The other patrons were clearly 
enjoying their eyeful, but he made it all the way to the locker room without 
a hint of self-consciousness.  Well, it was an all-male gym.  He just acted 
like the whole place was one big locker room.

Most of the guys went ahead and showered and took off.  A few, including Joe 
and Tony, hung around - just to keep talking to the kid about his pecs and 
glutes and how they got that way.  What kind of work they needed, etc.

The kid was happy to oblige - he loved being the center of attention.  And 
near-naked as he was, he was able to point out how specific movements 
affected specific muscles.  A few of the guys from the gym wandered by to 
watch a little.

Finally, when they were about the only ones left, Joe and Tony confessed to 
the kid that they'd been told some pretty negative things about his body.  
They were sure glad that he'd proven them wrong right off the bat.  It wasn't 
very inspiring to be trained by someone whose own body wasn't so hot.

The kid smirked at the admission.  They went on to tell him what a brilliant 
move it was to teach with his full body on display like that.  It dramatized 
every little movement and really kept their attention.

Joe gave him a real serious look.  "You know, something that might make it 
even better was if he'd do some hands-on demos of exactly which muscles are 
affected by each move.  Like when you do leg-lifts - uh, here, lay down on 
this bench.  Yeah, that's it.  Now lift your legs straight up - Tony, you be 
the weights - press down on his feet as he presses up.  Spread 'em a little 
wider - can't really see the movement that well.  There!  That's good.

"Now, see, you can explain that this exercise builds the glutes, but until I 
actually feel the heat [here Joe cupped one hand over each of the kid's 
flexed asscheeks], I don't really take it in.  OK, do a few more presses.  
Yeah, I can feel it.  Really makes an impression.  You try it Tony.  I'll 
take his feet."

Joe spread the kid's feet wide, while Tony, in the process of dutifully 
feeling the kid's ass, managed to spread his cheeks wide.  The little pink 
dot of an asshole was finally seeing the light of day - or at least the light 
of locker room.

Tony finally let go and gave the kid a sharp whack across the ass.  "Yeah!  
You sure know how to teach, guy.  Maybe you can let the guys feel the burn 
next time.  I think they'd really appreciate it."

The kid was flushed with excitement about all the success and the good ideas. 
 He couldn't thank them enough.  In the showers, the kid even let them wash 
his back and his butt - very thoroughly.  Joe explained that his Dad was a 
doctor and he knew all about proper hygiene.  Showed him how important it was 
to get the ass thoroughly soaped - especially the crack.  You really have to 
bend over to open it up.  You can tell if you're doing it right by the way it 
feels.  A perfect ass-wash feels real, real good.

The kid admitted, as Joe ran the soap up and down his asscrack, deliberately 
rubbing it against the kid's asshole, that he was right - it did feel good.

"Just remember to do that every time you shower.  You'll notice the 
difference.  You'll have a lot more energy."

The kid stayed in the crouched-over position even after Joe was done with 
him.  "What's the matter - here, stand up."  The two guys muscled him into an 
upright position.

It was obvious why he was staying bent over - his young cock was hard as a 
rock, pointing straight up in the air and quivering like a teenager's.  The 
guys laughed.  "Don't worry about it - that always happens.  My Dad says it's 
perfectly natural.  It'll go away.  Just ignore it."

For the rest of the shower, the kid's cock just stayed hard as a rock, and he 
got more and more flustered by it.  They teased him like high-schoolers, 
grab-assing at it and slapping it when they could get through his defenses.  
They got him laughing and yelling like a kid.

Finally, when they figured nobody'd be left in the locker room, they turned 
off the showers and buddy-buddy walked him out to the locker - one of them 
holding each arm, so his hardon bounced along in front of them, completely 
unprotected.  With their free hands, they slapped and grabbed at it, while 
the kid yelled with laughter and kept yelling at them to cut it out.  Not 
really resisting too hard, though.  This kind of horseplay he was used to.

"And in honor of your first day of training, we think you shouldn't have to 
even towel down for yourself - let your humble students do the honors."

They each grabbed a towel and goofed around with the kid, toweling off his 
hair and face, then more slowly working their way over his pecs and back.  
Joe concentrated on the tits, while Tony worked his way down the back and 
started a very thorough workover of the kid's ass, especially between the 
cheeks, rubbing the soft towel over the kid's asshole over and over as Joe 
did the same for the kid's nipples.

The kid was almost gasping now - laughing and moaning and yelling "Enough!  
Cut it out!"  Finally Joe switched from the tits to the kid's cock and balls. 
 He made a joke of it, and managed to dry the kid off, while leaving his cock 
even more rigid and twitchy than it was before.

They alternated teasing and ragging on him as they got dressed, always 
managing to prevent him from getting any of his clothes on.  Finally, they 
were both fully dressed, while all the kid had managed to get on was his 
socks.

They changed over to a modified game of keep-away with the clothes.  They 
tossed his T-shirt back and forth, and finally Joe just held it up over his 
head, letting the kid grapple with him, pressing his naked body against Joe's 
fully-clothed one, climbing all over him, trying to reach the T-shirt.  Joe 
could feel the kid's rock-hard young cock pressing into his thigh, then 
rubbing its way up over his belly as the kid climbed right up his body after 
the T-shirt.

Tony snapped a towel at the kid's exposed ass until the kid gave up on Joe 
and turned to Tony, trying to get the towel away from him.

After about a half-hour of making the kid work for every article, he finally 
managed to get into his T-shirt, his Calvin Klein briefs and his shoes.

Still holding on to his pants and shirt, they told him they'd give him a ride 
home.  Dressed like he was, there was no way he'd ever make it home 
otherwise, especially with that hard little dick making the front of his 
Calvins stick straight out.  They buddy-walked him right out of the locker 
room, through the gym, and out to the parking lot, the kid still in nothing 
but his underwear, protesting all the way.

Once in the car, Joe driving, the kid between them, Tony reached over and 
flipped down the front of the kid's briefs, hooking them under the kid's big 
balls and exposing his still-twitching hard on.  They laughed and held his 
arms, so he couldn't cover it up.

"You still hard?  I can't believe it!  Well, you're not putting on your pants 
until it goes down.  You hear me?"  The other two grabbed at it, batted it 
around, making sure it stayed good and hard.  "You just leave it out like 
that so we can see.  Soon as it settles down, you get your pants."

Joe started the car up and began driving toward the part of town where the 
kid said he lived - he had a little bachelor apartment in a run-down 
apartment complex.  Tony kept feeling the kid's balls and cock.  He started 
teasing him about how hard his nipples were - sticking out through his 
T-shirt - like little hardons themselves.  He rolled up the kid's T-shirt, 
exposing the nipples and said they'd have to stay bare, too, until they went 
down.

They drove around for quite a while, waiting for everything to go down.  It 
was hopeless.  They finally let him get dressed and dropped him in front of 
his apartment.

---

The next week, in the locker room before the training session, the kid 
greeted them like old buddies.  They changed into their gym clothes, while 
the kid stripped down to his jock.

Just before time for the training session, the kid headed for the door to the 
gym.

"Hey, where you going?  You're still bare-ass."

The kid just shrugged, "Well, as long as I'm going to wear this for the 
class, there's no point in getting dressed first."

"Wrong!  Very wrong!"  Tony and Joe grabbed him by the arms and brought him 
back to the bench.  "Now, the guys that are taking your class are paying for 
it, right?"

"Well, yeah."

"Now what would be the point in paying for it if you could get it for free?"

"Well, I guess there wouldn't be any, right?"

"Right!  And one of the benefits of this class of yours is that you give the 
guys a chance to see how the work affects the muscles - specifically, your 
muscles.  Now if you go flashing those muscles all over the place, it's not 
going to be any big deal to be in your class, right?  So they have to pay 
first - then they get to see the pecs and glutes."

"Oh, but they don't pay for that!  They pay for the training."

"Well, sure.  But having the trainer bare-ass makes the training that much 
more valuable, right?"

"Well, yeah.  It makes it clearer what the exercises are for.  What effect 
they have."

"Hell, I know that!  But you want to keep some mystery around it.  It's part 
of what makes your training special - like a fringe benefit, you know.  So if 
you wear the sweatsuit like you did before, those guys know they've got to 
sign up for the class if they want that particular fringe benefit.  No more 
handing out free samples, OK?"

The kid shrugged.  "Well, OK - if you say so."  He opened his locker and 
slipped into the sweatpants.

"Come on, the top, too."

"Oh, OK."  He complied.

This time went they went through the gym, there were a number of disappointed 
looks when they saw the kid's outfit.

Once in the training room, though, he quickly stripped down and started the 
class.  Joe noticed that he'd gotten a new jock since the day before - this 
one didn't bounce around quite as much.  But the material was even thinner - 
the kid had his cock and balls on display in front of the men in his class - 
obviously no modesty problems here.

About 5 minutes into the session, Joe interrupted to ask if he could feel how 
the movement that was being demonstrated affected the biceps.

The kid was OK with that.  Joe walked up to the front of the class and rested 
his hand lightly on the trainer's biceps while he went through the movement.  
About 10 minutes later, Tony did the same thing - this time for a movement 
that affected the abdominals.  After the kid had repeated the motion with 
Tony's hand on his belly, Tony suggested that a couple of the other guys 
should try it.  It really helped a lot.  You could feel the impact of the 
exercises even better than you could see them.

At that, several of the guys gathered around, taking turns feeling the kid's 
bare belly while he ran through the exercise.

>From then on, whenever the kid introduced a new movement, he not only 
demonstrated it, but the guys all got a chance to feel him in motion. To his 
credit, the kid didn't change his planned sequence at all.  By the end of the 
session, the whole class had had their hands all over his tits as well as his 
big round butt-cheeks.  Joe asked once whether or not a particular movement 
affected the nipples.  The kid didn't know, so from then on, the guys feeling 
the tits generally squeezed the nipple, too - just to check.

Joe had to admit it - the kid was a pro.  Through all the touchy-feely stuff, 
there was never the slightest response in the kid's own cock.  He was 
strictly business.  Of course, he was straight, but even a straight guy tends 
to gets a hardon when certain body parts get played with.  Like the kid did 
in the locker room the week before.  Evidently, he didn't mind getting hard 
when it was just a bunch of guys fooling around - but training was serious 
business.

That night, after they showered, Tony and Joe gave the kid a ride home.  This 
time, he invited them in, and they got a chance to see his place.  While they 
looked around, the kid quickly stripped down to his jock.

When he turned to the guys, though, he suddenly blushed, realizing that he 
wasn't alone, and here he was practically naked.  "Oh, uh, sorry, guys.  I 
forgot we weren't still at the gym.

Tony laughed.  "No, no.  Don't worry about it - we're used to seeing you like 
that anyway."

Joe jumped in, "Yeah.  I probably wouldn't even recognize you if you had your 
pants on.  I'm so used to you showing off that bare ass of yours."

Tony turned to Joe.  "You know, Joe, that reminds me - one of the guys 
mentioned today how the kid here is wasting his talents.  He should be making 
a lot more money doing private training, instead of that group stuff."

The kid's ears perked up.  "More money?  Really?  But how?  They all know I'd 
give private training if anybody ever asked me - but nobody ever does."  He 
looked like a lost puppy.  "I wonder why."

Tony patted him on the back.  "Don't worry about it - you just haven't been 
marketing yourself right."

The kid looked lost.  "Whattya mean?"

"Well, for example, did you ever tell anyone that if he took private lessons 
from you, you'd teach bareass if he wanted?  Well, practically, anyway."

He still looked confused.  "Oh - well.  You think that'd make a difference?"

Joe laughed and cut in.  "Of course!  A lot of guys care about stuff like 
that and not every trainer is willing to let other guys feel him all over the 
way you do.  That's gotta be worth quite a bit."

"Yeah," Tony added, patting the kid on the bare ass.  "And not every 
trainer's got an ass like this either."  He cupped the kid's left cheek and 
bounced it a little.  "Man, you've got a gold mine here."

The kid looked hopefully at Tony.  "You think so?  Really?"

Tony ran his hand over the kid's big round butt.  "A gold mine!"

Joe grinned.  "And I'll be your agent."

Tony gave him a look.  "We can be co-agents."

"Agents?  What do you mean?  What would you do?"

Joe answered, "Just what any other agent does.  Find you customers, make the 
arrangements, set up the sessions, negotiate any special deals, advise you.  
And take 10% off the top."

"We could help you with marketing, too," Tony added.  "Like I said, that's 
your problem right now.  We have to make you a hot commodity.  Get you in 
demand.  We might have to throw in a few extras to begin with, you know, just 
to get you established - so they know what you have to offer."

"Gee, that sounds great.  That's the kinda stuff I wouldn't know anything 
about - I'm not much good at selling myself."

"Not your problem - you've got the goods, we'll sell 'em."

"Let's take a look."  Tony stood in front of the kid, looking him up and 
down.  He reached out and ran his hands over the kid's big tits, flicking the 
nipples with his thumbs.  "Great tits - those'll help a lot.  You wanna wear 
real thin T-shirts and show these babies off."  He pinched the nipples 
lightly between his thumb and forefinger.  "And try and keep the nipples hard 
- you want 'em to poke out the front of the T-shirt.  Makes you look more 
exciting."  The nipples were hard as rocks now, a good half-inch long.

Joe wandered around behind the kid.  "And the other prime asset is this great 
ass of yours.  The perfect glutes."  He cupped one hand under each cheek and 
bounced them a few times.  "Yeah, some nice tight jeans - correction - some 
tight worn-out jeans - would set these off really nice."  He grabbed the 
kid's smooth white cheeks and spread them just wide enough for him to see the 
kid's tiny virgin asshole.  He gave Tony a wink.  "And maybe a couple of 
well-placed holes just to show off how smooth and sweet these cheeks are.  
You wouldn't even haveta shave 'em."

He continued to hold the left cheek spread while he ran two fingers of his 
other hand up and down the kid's deep crack.  "Yep, feels like there isn't 
even any hair way down in here."  He ran his fingers over the kid's asshole.  
"Smooth as silk."

Responding to the sensation, the kid's body gave an involuntary thrust back 
against the exploring fingers.  "Ooooo!" he gasped.  Then he blushed.  "Oh . 
. . sorry!  That just felt a little weird."

Joe looked severe. "Well, you should get used to it.  Men are going to be 
paying for these sessions, and you better be ready to accommodate them.  Of 
course, for some things, they're gonna have to pay extra."  He gave the kid a 
smack across the right cheek.  "But if they do, then you gotta be ready to 
oblige."  He laughed.  "Don't worry - we'll keep you briefed on what's 
involved.  You have any questions, you just check with us.

"I think that in the beginning, anyway, one of us should probably be present 
at every session - just to make sure things go smooth - that there aren't any 
problems."

"Oh, that'd be great!" the kid gushed.  "I'd be really scared on my own - I 
don't wanna screw up or anything."

"Don't worry about a thing.  You just do exactly what we tell you and 
thing'll be great."

---

Two days later, Joe called the kid.  "We've got a hot date set up for you for 
tonight - it's with Robert Townsend, the publisher of Newstime.  It's a great 
opportunity - if this guy likes you, you could get passed along to a whole 
lot of really big people.  We'll meet at the gym at 8:30.  He's got a room 
rented for the occasion."

The kid sounded nervous.  "I don't know - I've never trained that kind of guy 
before.  I don't think I'd know how to act."

"I'll be over at your place early to help you get ready.  Don't be nervous.  
Remember, I make all the decisions here.  You just follow my instructions.  
You don't have to worry about a thing."

That night, Joe arrived with the kid promptly at 8:25.  Joe had dressed him 
conservatively - neat, tight, faded jeans, simple white T-shirt, and 
sneakers.  At 8:30 on the dot, they knocked on the door of the training room.

Mr. Townsend was waiting for them - he was a middle-aged man in decent shape 
- gray-haired and a little brusque.  Joe introduced them.  The kid thought it 
was a little funny that the guy was dressed in a suit - most people dressed 
down to work out.

Then Joe explained that Mr. Townsend was just here to observe an exercise 
program - not to participate.  Well, that wasn't too bad - he'd given 
demonstrations before.

All in all, it wasn't too bad an evening's work - once the kid had stripped 
down to his jock, the man gave him a thorough physical inspection.  Then, 
during the demo, he stopped the action occasionally to feel how the kid's 
body was responding to the movements.

Once the demo was over, Joe had him try out a few positions that Mr. Townsend 
was particularly interested in.  A few of these positions didn't seem 
particularly likely to improve anybody's muscle tone, but Joe said to go 
along with it, so he did.  Maybe the idea was flexibility.  The kid found 
himself on his knees, on all fours, on his back with his legs in the air - he 
really couldn't see the point of it all.  Well, at least Mr. Townsend seemed 
to like it.

Finally, after another detailed manual inspection of the kid's body, with 
emphasis on tits and ass, the session was over.

---

Back at the kid's place, they celebrated - Mr. Townsend had been very 
generous.

It was obvious, though, that the kid was a little disturbed about something.  
"Do you think maybe this Townsend guy was . . . well . . . maybe a little bit 
queer or something?"

"I don't know - did he take your dick in his mouth?"

The kid laughed nervously, "You know he didn't - you were there."

"Well, that's the only really queer thing.  I mean, anything else is just guy 
stuff, you know, like grab-assing and cornholing and stuff.  What brought 
this up?"

"I don't know - he just seemed to be really into my ass all the time.  It 
seemed a little strange."

"Oh, that!" Joe laughed.  "That's normal when a guy sees a body like yours!  
Don't worry about it."

"What do you mean, a body like mine?"

"You got a great body!  You know that.  When another guy sees it, he wants a 
body just like it - it's called body worship.  There's nothign queer about 
it.  He just wants to worship the body he wants to have.  That usually means 
looking at it and touching it as much as he can.  With your body, that means 
mostly your tits and ass - those are your best features, you know.  It 
shouldn't surprise you when somebody you're training really focusses on 
them."  Joe punched him in the shoulder.  "Nah - the only queer thing is when 
a guy gets his mouth on your cock - that's why they call 'em cocksuckers.  
Just remember that and you won't get confused next time."

The kid looked relieved.  "Oh, OK.  I guess I just never met a queer, so I 
don't know much about them."

"Well, I hope it's OK then if I want to do a little body worship right now?  
Seeing you in action like tonight really gets me in touch with how bad I want 
a body like yours.  Sometimes when that guy was feeling up your tits and ass, 
I just wanted to push him out of the way and do it myself."

"Oh, uh . . . sure, I guess.  What do you want to do?"

"Just this."  And Joe started rolling up the kid's T-shirt until it was 
jammed up into his armpits, with his big tits exposed.  Joe ran his hands 
over them, rubbing his fingertips over the kid's nipples and kneading the 
pectoral muscles.  He ran his hands down over the kid's belly - "And you got 
such a great belly, too - all flat and firm, but that smooth soft skin on it 
- like a baby."

The kid's eyes were half-closed with pleasure.  He was really enjoying the 
sensation of Joe's hands wandering over his body.

Suddenly, Joe whirled him around and began kneading his asscheeks through the 
worn-out jeans.  He grabbed the two rear pockets and ripped the jeans wide 
open in back, exposing the kid's hot white ass.  He began mauling the cheeks 
- squeezing, feeling, pressing them.  He separated them and ran the side of 
one hand up and down the kid's crack, rubbing against his asshole.

He leaned in and began licking the little pink dot - the kid gasped and 
moaned, pressing his ass back into Joe's face.  Joe began licking harder and 
harder, pressing his lips against the kid's cherry hole and french-kissing 
it.  As his tongue thrust in and out, the kid's moaning increased in pitch, 
and he began thrusting his ass back in time to the tongue movements.

Suddenly Joe stopped and stood up, grabbing the bare cheeks and holding them 
steady while the kid gradually got himself under control.

"You see what I mean?  That's just guy stuff - fooling around with your tits 
and ass.  And it feels real good, too.  But if I started sucking your cock or 
something - well, that might be a little queer.  Even then, there's some 
exceptions, but we won't get into that right now.  No point in confusing you. 
 So how do you feel?"

The kid was shaking a little with all the hormones that were still tearing 
through his body.  "Oh, great.  Thanks."  He reached back and began running 
his hands over his own ass.  "Wow, that really felt . . . great!"

Joe watched as the kid's fingers slowly inched their way into his ass-crack.  
As soon as Joe saw him start rubbing his ass-hole, he asked, "Feels good, 
doesn't it?"

The kid quickly pulled his hands away from his ass, blushing a little.

"Oh, don't be embarrassed!  That's natural - all guys have real sensitive 
ass-holes.  That's just nature's way of telling us to pay them a lot of 
attention.  Why do you think guys are always patting each other on the ass 
and finger-fucking and corn-holing each other every chance they get?  Well, 
it just feels good, that's all.

"Oh, sure, queers do that kind of stuff, too, but so do regular guys.  Queers 
eat food, too, but that don't mean you should stop doing it.  Go ahead - rub 
it if you want to."

The kid was still flushed from the earlier sensations - it didn't take long 
for his fingers to stray back to his ass-hole, rubbing it as he slowly bent 
over, ass in the air.

"Here, let me show you how to do that."  Joe licked his finger to get it wet, 
pushed the kid's hands out of the way and began rubbing the kid's hole.  
Slowly, he began inserting the tip of his forefinger into the tight pucker.  
The kid moaned as he pressed the finger from side to side and top to bottom, 
loosening the tight sphincter.  Gradually, the kid took in Joe's entire 
forefinger - Joe pumped the ass, nudging the prostate and rubbing against the 
ass-lips on the way.

He had just started working a second finger in when the kid came in his 
jeans.  He humped his ass onto Joe's finger as cum pumped out of his cock, 
soaking the front of the jeans.

"OK, kid, I think you're ready for the big promo tour."

THE END