Trainer Steve

At one point in my life I weighed in at a whopping 300lbs. I was unhappy with the way that I looked and more importantly how I felt. I was able to lose the weight with the help of a trainer, and at just shy of 6ft tall, weighing in at 200lbs I felt wonderful.

Now, after graduating from college and taking a job in sales, the effects of a desk job were beginning to take their toll. I stepped on the scale and weighed in at 220lbs. I made the decision then and there that I was going to be checking about personal training at my gym. I hadn’t stopped working out, but I needed to push myself more to see the results I wanted.

After work, I made my way to the gym. I’ve been going to the same gym for several years and I knew many of the people who worked there and many of the people who work out there. Amy, the gym manager, greeted me when I walked in. I stopped to chat a bit and let her know that I was hoping to sign up for training. Amy said that they’d just hired a new trainer and she’d walk me back to talk to him.

I placed my gym bag in the cubicles near the door and followed her back to the trainer’s office. Previously the only trainer they had was a middle aged woman who, while nice, was a bit stuffy. As we rounded the corner to the trainer office I saw a man that took my breath away. Broken from my revery by Amy saying, “Mike this is Steve, he’s our new trainer.” Steve stood up and I was even more taken aback. Standing at 6‘6“ tall he was, as they say, a tall drink of water.

His dark hair was complemented by a set of baby blue eyes, and a smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts. “Nice to meet you Mike...” he said as he extended his hand. Our hands connected and his quickly enveloped mine in the shake. I was feeling faint as he released my hand and Amy again spoke up “Steve Mike just said that he was looking to work with a trainer to up the results of his workouts, do you have time for him now?”

This entire time Steve and I hadn’t broken eye contact, and still without looking away he said, “Sure, I’ve got all the time in the world.” With that Amy excused herself and closed the door behind her. As the door clicked so did something in Steve, he then jumped in to business mode. “So Mike, what results are looking for with this training?” I explained to him that I was looking to lose the padding that was starting to form around my midsection.

We went through what I was already familiar with when it came to working out. I explained that I was most comfortable with leg workouts and I wanted to make sure that I was able to keep my calves and butt defined like they already were. I did mention that it would be great to get some more definition in my upper body though. Steve suggested that I go get changed and we could start with a warm up workout that would help him gauge my fitness level.

I went and grabbed my bag to change. Stripping down I looked in the mirror and while I wasn’t as defined as I used to be, my body still looked pretty good. Turning I around I checked out my ass and it was still the high bubble I’d worked so hard for. Remembering that Steve was waiting for me I slipped on my compression shorts and then my gym shorts over. After throwing my shirt on I stepped out of the changing room to see Steve standing there. He’s changed as well. No longer wearing workout pants, but a pair of gym shorts and compression shirt.

I don’t know what made my pulse beat faster, the fact that he filled out the compression shirt to perfection or that it boldly displayed his geek streak with a Superman logo on the front. Noticing my eyes dart down to his chest he blushed slightly and said, “Since I just started I don’t have any gear with the gym’s logo.” I let him know that I didn’t mind and that I was ready to get started.

First we went to the group fitness room and he said he wanted me to stretch. Grabbing a mat I lay down on my back and draw back one of my legs, then the other. Standing against the wall he just watched at first. After several stretches on the floor, I stood and bent at the waist and let my hands hang down, stretching. I noticed that Steve had stepped away from the wall, and I didn’t know where he’d gone until I noticed he’s legs behind me.

I heard a soft groan come from him as I stood up. I could feel that my shorts had bunched in my ass crack and I am sure my ass was nicely displayed in my shorts. I cleared my throat and adjusted my shorts, pulling them out of my ass. As I turned to face Steve I noticed a bit more fullness in his shorts than was there before. I was pretty sure that he wasn’t wearing underwear, but couldn’t be positive.

Switching back to professional mode, he began to go through what he had planned and we began to do a pretty intense workout. Our last workout was chest press with free weights. I was laying back on the bench with Steve standing over me to spot. Because of the intensity of the workout my attention wasn’t on him, but the brutal training he was putting me through. That changed though as I looked up between sets and happened to catch a glance up his shorts.

I was right, a huge, fat, cock hung between his legs. Immediately my eyes shot up and connected with Steve’s. His eyebrow cocked up and he smirked. Then he says, “Ok Mikey, I think we’re done for the day, let’s head to my office.” By this point the gym had started to clear out as it was well after 7pm. I walked in Steve’s office with Steve quick behind me, shutting the door as he came in.

As I heard the click of the lock I was forced face down over the desk. I was scared, nervous, and incredibly turned on all at the same time. I felt that fat cock pressed against my ass, and then felt his hot breath on my neck. “You’ve been teasing me with this ass, you really should be careful what you wish for Mikey.” With that I felt his tongue circle my ear, causing my entire body to break out in goosebumps and my hair to stand on end.

It was at that point that I started grinding my ass back in to his cock. One of the hands that had been holding me down moved down my back, lightly tracing it’s way down my spine, over the waist band of  my shorts, and down the crack of my ass then the fingers were gone. For a moment I was lost for what he was doing until a sharp swat landed on my ass. Then another. My ass jiggled with each contact.

He leaned back down and whispers in my ear, “You know the best part about fucking after a workout? You don’t need lube, I bet your pussy is nice an wet for my cock isn’t it?” I could only groan. Soon both hands were off me and the back of my shorts were being pulled down. No sooner had my shorts cleared the bottom of my cheeks, I felt his blunt cock sliding between my ass cheeks.

Without a seconds hesitation once it made contact with my puckered ring, he pressed through. Anticipating my vocal response he produced a jock, shoving it in my mouth. I screamed in to the jock, inhaling the scent of his manliness. His monstrous cock continuing its invasion, plowing through my ass like an armored tank. Pillaging and plundering every inch inside my ass.

Seemingly hours after he began his relentless invasion, I could feel the perfectly trimmed bush press against me. He leans forward and pants, “Goddamnit Mikey, your ass is every bit as good as I thought it would be...” He began a slow, purposeful retreat. The pressure building behind his blunt head, as the void he’d opened closed.

As the head of his cock was just on the verge of escape one brutal, violent thrust forward knocked me off my feet causing me to collapse on the desk. His thrusting began at a feverish pace and so did the relentless barrage of dirty talk. His melon sized balls were like a mace swinging into my taint. Smacking and slapping me.

Steve pulled out of my aching hole and spun me around. Grabbing my legs and pushing them over his shoulders. Muscles warm from our workout earlier, my legs effortlessly stretch with his forward movement. Bending further his lips meet mine and our mouths devour each other. Tongues dueling for dominance. His cock has already begun its invasion again. This time the muffle of my screams wasn’t his dirty jock but his mouth enveloping mine.

I open my eyes, and look directly in to his amazingly blue eyes. As soon as our eyes connect I feel the deep, shaking beginning of an anal orgasm. Staring in to his eyes the first of at least a dozen shots of cum shoots between us. Neither of us had touched my cock throughout our session. Seconds after I shoot, the pulsing of his cock begins inside me before I am flooded with a warm sensation as he came inside me.

Even as we came down from our orgasmic high we continued to kiss. Steve’s large hands running up and down my body. Steve’s cock began to soften and slip from my battered hole and he began to stand. He began to chuckle a bit and I noticed a blush forming. Curious I asked, “What’s so funny Steve?” He says, “I’m sorry, I’ve just never done that before with a client, and then I realized that I really like you, but we just fucked on my desk the first time we met...” Seeing the humor, I chuckled too and said, “Well just think, now the sexual tension is out of the way, imagine how incredible the first date is going to be.”

As we got dressed, Steve invited me over to his place for dinner. Even though it was later than I’d normally eat, I gladly accepted. I can tell you that the night only got hotter, but I’ll tell that story later.