Date: Thu, 10 Dec 2015 03:14:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: My Personal Trainer

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*****

Yeah, I know, it sounds like a real first-world problem, but you got no
idea how bad it sucks, having a hot, fit Dad. He'd been one of those
all-sports kids growing up, played college soccer and varsity rugby on the
side, and had been a league coach and now a personal trainer as a sideline
from his regular job. Don't get me wrong, he was fine as fuck to look at,
had one of those super-fit bodies that shows no matter what he's wearing,
and I saw it a lot. All the different sports he'd excelled at - swimming,
wrestling, soccer, football, the whole lot - had built his rocking bod up
in all kinds of different ways. Big, muscled chest and arms. A permanently
tight, ripped core. Strong-muscled thighs. And a high, tight ass that
everybody checked out when he walked by. Women, men, horny younger people
like me. I swear that ass would give a dog a bone. But as one of those dogs
with a bone for him, growing up around him got tough as I hit my teens,
puberty, and he took over almost my entire erotic imagination.

Plus, although it was good to be fit and good at sports like him, it could
get a little overbearing at times. Yeah, it was awesome to lift weights
with him, take runs together, roughhouse a little on the living room
rug... at least until I knew I'd be at too great a risk of throwing a
boner. But I was a teenager, a big lazy kid at heart, and the older I got,
the harder it was for him to motivate me like he used to. It was getting to
be a real source of tension between us lately. That, and the erotic tension
I felt whenever I was around him. I was fantasizing about him, about us,
more and more, shooting even more epic loads whenever I could get the time
and the privacy, and I was slowly going slightly nuts.

Today, I could feel the difference. He was quieter, looking at me more
thoughtfully lately, like he was trying to figure out this growing problem
between us. The distance that was creeping in, that I felt like I needed
lately, just to try and stop, or at least slow down, my fevered, taboo
fantasies about him. This morning, it was still dark out, just past 6 when
he came to my room, knocking softly on the door. I struggled awake,
blinking up at him as he crouched down by my bed. I could barely make him
out in the predawn gloom.

"Hey buddy," he said quietly, so as not to wake anyone else up. "Thought
we'd try something different this morning. head down to the beach. What do
you say?"

I stretched and frowned, wanting to roll back over and crash out again, but
there was something in his voice. Warm, subtle, almost yearning. Like he
really wanted to spend time with me, not just spend time running
together. I found myself nodding, even half-smiling, slipping out of bed in
my underwear, throwing a decent sleep bone in my briefs before I remembered
he was there. I blushed, even though he couldn't see it, and he slipped out
my door, telling me he'd meet me downstairs.

It was a short drive to the beach, which was quiet, even though the air was
warming nicely as the sun came up. We didn't say much of anything, but when
we parked the truck and he slipped out of his usual running shorts to
reveal his blue Speedo, I almost tripped over my feet.  He just grinned and
winked, and I couldn't help but notice just how damn well he filled out the
front of that suit. Fuck, he must have been a sight back in his swimming
days.

He still worked me hard, ran my ass ragged up and down the sand. We did two
miles and took a break, his fine chest fur ruffling lightly in the morning
breeze, traces of silver mixed in with it as he hit 40. He barely looked
out of breath. I felt like I'd been kicked in the stomach. But even so,
looking at him, powerful thighs planted, hands on his hips, that sexy
little Speedo showcasing his bulge, his thighs, his ass, the flatness of
his stomach, I could still feel the signs of interest from my cock.

Dad looked around, saw we were still pretty much alone, and stepped in a
bit closer. His voice was low, personal, not the coach's bark he often used
on me during these sessions. It carried even across the wind and the sound
of the sea.

"I know things have been a little... awkward between us lately, Son," he
said, his piercing blue eyes locking onto mine. Not the usual "you're in
trouble" or "I really want to kick your teenage ass right now" kind of
piercing - more like he was looking into me. Understanding me.

"But I want you to know," he continued, "this time we spend together means
the world to me. Probably my favorite time of the week, in fact. Seeing you
grow into a man, a fine young man, somebody who's gonna kick ass every day
of his adult life, if he chooses to."

I blushed, but smiled too, pleased at the compliment. And under my stubborn
cranky teenageness, my heart beat with love for him. A boy's love for his
hero-worthy Dad.

"I get the idea that there's certain ways we could spend time together,
ways you'd like to spend time with me, that would make us even closer,
Son."

My smile froze. Mouth went dry. But his slow, knowing smile changed
everything. His hand reached out, clutched my shoulder in a soft, yet firm
paternal grip.

"Give me two more miles this morning, kid, and I promise you you'll like
our next training phase."

I ran those two miles, boned through most of it. And so was he, right by my
side. When we got home, like a miracle, everyone else was out, so it made
it easy to slip into my bathroom shower with him, seeing his big proud
smile, the hard curve of his big jock dad cock for me as I joined him under
the spray. My own teen dick was big and throbbing for him as he took me in
his arms and melted my face with an intense, deep kiss. Cupped the firm
globes of my ass, giving an approving growl as he showed me how much he'd
wanted this too. Let me feel up his beautiful, marble-carved man's body,
explore him with my fingers and tongue and lips between more tongue-dipping
kisses.

I shot my first load against his hard, wet muscles as we ground together,
locked in one of those epic kisses, and while I quivered and spurted in his
powerful arms, whimpering into his mouth, he fucked himself off against the
wet bulge of my thigh, the hardness of my young quad sliding under his big
jock dick until he shot a huge, hot load all over us both. I barely had the
energy to actually clean up, but he helped me, we helped each other, then
dried off real slow and collapsed onto my bed, wrapped in our damp
towels. embracing, kissing, just enjoying the afterglow. When I reached
down for the long bulge of his cock, he chuckled, and gently but firmly
pushed my hand away from it.

"Uh-uh, jock," he grinned at me. Giving me a quick, strong kiss almost as
compensation. I was already raring to go again. "But I'll tell you what -
you come down to the box with me tonight after I get off work, see how you
like CrossFit. And we'll see what kind of training motivation I can give
you in the showers down there."

I never had a problem with a pre-dawn wakeup to go work out with him again.