Real personal training

Note to all: I have combined and edited two recent installments into one story to hopefully make it a better read.

"You're a filthy little fuck, aren't ya?" 

This is what I heard as I leaned over to grab a drink of water from the fountain near the locker room.

I turned around to see who this vaguely familiar voice was coming from. I was shocked to see Calvin staring back at me with a shit-eating grin on his face.

I work our regularly at a small personal training gym. Marcus has been my trainer for the past 5 years. He's taken me from Dad bod to a fit 50 year old. Calvin is a relatively new trainer at the gym but from the first time I saw him, I've had a hard time averting my eyes off him. 

I'm a white, Italian guy, about 5'8", 160 solid pounds. Hairy chest and from the waist down. Solid glutes and legs. What I lack in cock, I compensate for with a nice, round ass. Calvin is not the type I have ever been attracted to before. But something about his physique and the way he carries himself had me mesmerized. I'd watch him work alongside his clients, patting them, holding their form and sometimes stretching them after a workout and many times found myself getting ridiculously hard. He has incredible, muscled arms, a chiseled, but not overly big chest, washboard abs and an ass that rocked my world --  high and super firm.

I don't think I had ever even beat off thinking about a black guy and here was Calvin literally making me produce so much pre cum which I was often forced me to unstick my dick from from underwear several times during a workout.

"Shit -- I'm busted" I thought to myself while looking back at Calvin with a somewhat confused look on my face, "I'm not sure I'm following ya, bud?" "My name is Calvin," he said, extending his hand. "I could swear you were undressing me in your mind and imagining a lot of nasty shit...I know that look. I've given that look. You got it bad, bro."

My mind was in overdrive. Do I finally admit to another guy that I'm hot for him vs. my history of clandestine, relatively anonymous, past encounters with guys? Do I pass it off as a joke -- that has was totally mistaken? Calvin seemed too wise for that and looking him in the eye I saw a mixture of sexy and sympathy in his eyes -- a signal that made me feel OK revealing the truth. It took all the courage I had to admit that I did indeed imagine (on many occasions) his amazing ass sitting on my face while I licked and sucked on his hole. "It's alright bro" he said, putting me at ease. "I'm a dirty little fucker too and probably watching you as much as you been watching me. In fact, guys like you are my speciality...all burning and hot on the inside and waiting for someone to have the balls to pull it out of them." My head was spinning at this point, unsure what to say but my lips look over, spewing words before my brain had a chance to engage. "Guilty as charged" is what came out. Calvin's perfect-teeth smile only got wider. "My place is about :10 from here...let's grab a shower and head over.

I headed into the locker room, trembling as I removed my clothes. I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed into the shower expecting company, but I did not see Calvin -- I assumed he went back to the gym. As I showered, I practically beat off -- it was so hard to keep my hands off my dick, nipples and ass. My body was vibrating in antipication and fear. "What the fuck am I doing?" I said to myself. I stepped out of the shower and straight ahead was Calvin, pulling up his boxer briefs. There must be a special shower for trainers that I was not aware of. It was just enough to give me a glimpse of perhaps the most perfect ass I have ever seen. I also got a good look at the rest of his body which must be about 5% body fat because his abs were incredibly tight and pronounced. He turned, look at me and said "nice swol" referring to my post workout pumped chest. Calvin finished dressing -- his jeans-covered ass was a sight -- and headed out after quickly giving me directions to his place.

Still in disbelief, I got dressed, dried my hair and without a rational thought in my mind, drove to the address Calvin gave me.

My mind was racing between nervousness, excitement and apprehension as I drove the 10 minutes to the address Calvin gave me. While he worked at the gym I regularly attended, I really knew nothing about Calvin. In the end, my below-the-waist brain easily won over the one in my head.

Calvin quickly answered the door after I knocked. He was dressed as he had been at the gym -- workout shorts and a tank but he was barefoot, exposing his perfect pair of size 12's. "I gave you about a 50/50 chance of showing up" Calvin said as he closed the door behind me. I was worried you were one of those guys who get all hot and talk a good game but when it comes time to follow through, ya flake." "I gotta say, I'm so glad you didn't" flashing a wicked, smile as he said it.

At this point, I was still nervous and really had no idea what to expect. How would things get started? Was he going to make a move or was I? Was he really just fucking with me and this was all a big joke? He invited me to join him at his kitchen table where we proceeded to talk. I got a bit more on his background, education, what got him into training (he was always overweight until he got to college). He said he rarely picks up guys in the gym where he works, but saw something different with me. "I first noticed you when you were doing squats. You went really deep, which was impressive given the weight you had on your shoulders...very quickly my mind jumped to your powerful glutes and hamstrings lowering down on my cock. I imagined how tight you probably were and given your strength, how well you could control your muscles around my cock. I became a little obsessed which is when I started noticing your stares. It was subtle at first, but I watched you in the mirror and sure enough, your eyes followed my ass's every move." 

"Definitely guilty, Bud" I said. I first could not look away from your ass then it was your arms and finally just your swagger got me" I admitted to him. "Do you think anyone else at the gym has noticed?" I asked. "Not sure -- I really don't know the others well enough to talk about stuff like that."

There was a sort of uncomfortable pause in the conversation, so I said "so now what?" With that, he leaned toward me and abruptly started kissing me, first lightly and then very intensly on the lips. His mouth was all over mine and his lips were surprisingly soft. We were literally sucking face. We both stood up, still locked in a forceful kiss and he proceeded to grab my ass and pull me tightly into him so our crotches were pressed against each other. He pressed his cock into mine and I could tell it was both sizable and hard as was mine (at least the hard part). he was really grinding when I let out a slight moan...I was literally in ecstasy from the grind. we broke our kiss long enough for him to say "bro, I'm gonna make you feel parts of your body you didn't know even existed." Even at this point, he already had.

Calvin pulled off my shirt and ran his hand through my chest hair, kissing my neck, down across my nipples and around the top of my pants, repeating several times. He turned me around kissing the back of my neck, down my spine and around the top of my crack. "Jesus, you smell good" he said as he started unbuttoning my pants. "Step out of those and lets get real comfortable." So here I was, totally naked, exposed and vulnerable in front of this guy. It was freeing, exciting and humiliating (not his intent) all at the same time. He looked me over with his first touch on my ass, kneeding it over and over in his rough hands. He'd alternate between squeezing each half and spreading it apart with my hole being there on display. Next he bent me over the table and proceeding to feast on my hole. It was wet, lots of tongue rimming and fucking, going deep and staying at the surface. This was the most most amazing sensation I have ever felt (next to an orgasm). Calvin was not shy around my ass, taking it as his own meal. "This bad boy is gonna be ready for my cock pretty soon. It's getting all loosened up." 

After a few more minutes of this truly excruciating pleasure, Calvin stopped, stood up and quickly removed all of his clothes  -- a site truly beyond what  I could have imagined. First, guys with dark skin have the benefit of shadows highlighting all of the body's contours. As I said before, Calvin was truly blessed with a combo of genetics and discipline. Every curve, sinew and bulge of his musculature was even more pronounced than it would have been on a white guy. Even hits tats, which ran down his arms while nearly the same color of his skin, added a texture that made each muscle they covered that much more pronounced. My eyes went first to his cock. It had a full, dense dark bush. It was long, wide and uncut with two generous-sized balls hanging below it. His cock was definitely big, but not out of proportion with his built body. At this point just the tip of his pinker cock head was sticking out of the skin. Next my eyes went his remarkable ass is "granite shelf" of an ass. Its truly an athletic marvel. It was glistening from either sweat or lotion and was perfectly hairless. Next were his shredded abs. They were beyond impressive, with extreme definition and multiple hills and valleys again, accentuated by sweat and darker and lighter shadows of his skin. I probably could have gotten off simply running my hands through those for several minutes.

"Old man (I'm 50 to his early 30's), I'm going to re-define "hot fuck" for you. When I'm finished, every nerve ending in your body will be firing." This was pretty effective if his intent was full surrender to his cock. Speaking of cock, his was fully erect, standing straight out, with his shiny, pre-cum covered, pink head poking out of his much darker foreskin. I grabbed it, gave it and his balls a few tugs then starting running my tongue all over it until he started to freely leak. He smelled incredibly good down there -- a mix of cologne or deodorant and his musky sweat. I went back up to his smooth chest and lick and tugged on his exaggerated nipples -- a first for me was putting my nose in his slightly hairy pit and breathing in deeply. Back down to his penis, I continued with my oral/manual routine up until he asked me to once again, bend over the table. Of course I did as asked. Calvin went back to eating out my ass, this time starting to finger fuck me. Tongue, lips, fingers -- he had his artillery aimed at my hairy pucker. One finger, then two. Very gently in and out with gentle pressure on my prostate. He got up to get some lube and squeezed it into my ass. "Super tight, as I'd imagined, he said." With the lube, he got another finger in and began to very gently fuck my ass with three fingers. I reached back to grab his cock and was thrilled to see how hard it still was, as I tugged the foreskin back and forth over his head.

"I think you're ready for your trip, bro" Calvin said as he pulled his fingers out of my ass. He proceeded to lay on the ground and at his direction, I squatted over his cock and slowly lowered myself on top of him. I dropped down super slowly and I'm not sure what magic spell he put on me, but it was virtually pain free. His cock was perfectly straight and so hard, you could not tell he was uncut -- it was an easy target for my backside bullseye. I expected the pain and hoped I could make it through to the pleasure part. Amazingly, the pain never came. First there was simply a pleasurable feeling of fullness then it became ecstatic. Instead of sliding up and down on his cock (and out of fear of pain), once I felt his coarse pubes tickle my ass, I simply began to grind and twist around, flexing and releasing my ass muscles around his cock. My eyes were rolling back in their sockets the feeing was so intense along my anus walls and my prostate. It was too much -- I gave in to the incredibly pleasurable pressure and I came. At first it oozed out, then three long volleys, followed by multiple contractions as I continued to grind and squeeze. There were cum puddles in the low spot in his chest as well as multiple puddles in his abs. The darkness of his skin and the pearl white cum was such an incredibly erotic site that's definitely stored in my "spank bank."

During one of the contractions, Calvin ejaculated intensely but somewhat quietly in my ass. Unlike me, he gushed what must have been six volleys. I had never had someone cum in my ass before and was amazed how i felt each one of his shots. All I wanted to do was see how much I could squeeze out of him. He was moaning and writhing. It was all I could do to stay on -- I was not ready for his load to leave my ass yet and my ass and prostate were still buzzing from my orgasm so I continued to grind for both our benefit. My body spasmed for several minutes after ejaculation.

After about 5 minutes of mutual moans, I eased myself up off my squat around his cock. As I pulled out, I could feel the cum creep out -- slow drips at first then a few big globs. It was everywhere...puddled in his pubes, on his cock and a lot down my thighs. What's sometimes gross when you see it in porn was truly an indescribably, affirming feeling. We layed side by side for awhile first just moaning then talking about the experience we both had. I rolled on top of him, kissed his face and intensely kissed him for several minutes. We both kept fairly strong erections throughout the makeup session

After we cleaned up in the shower, Calvin was ready for round 2. His body wet and squeaky clean from the shower was beyond tempting, but I told him I needed a break. Once we stepped out of the shower, I did manage one more squat to the ground and a thrust of my face in his ass, playing with that huge muscle, tonguing it up and down with soft rimming around his relatively hairless hole, wondering if I can get my mighty little rod past those crazy hard glutes.

Calvin was a series of firsts: first black guy, first uncut guy, first bareback cum, first ass munching, first encounter that led to several more.

It's pretty fun to go to the gym now and have our little secret, though I suspect others will be on to us soon enough.