Ben the gym trainer
Author's note: This is the second chapter of four, go read the prologue to have an idea of who the characters are and what the setting is. This chapter will focus more on Ben, Brian's older brother, and it has some kinky classroom sex scenes. Hope you will enjoy, leave a comment if you did ^.^
Hi, my name is: Ben
My job is: I am a trainer at the gym “The Labors of Atlas”, stop by and see me there, discounts for the first lessons ;)
In my spare time I like to: Work out and take care of my body! I'm not exactly what you would call a bookworm but as far as the body goes? There is no one who can compete with my guns, check them out, if you dare ;)
Position: Public CumDump
My sexual experience is: I've always had relationships with girls, then when the chick I've been with for seven years now told me that she preferred us to break up because of the different work schedules we had I decided to try it with men as well. I found that I liked it and since then I decided to create this profile
Contact me if you are interested in: Use me as you please, I can withstand anything and everything (kinks must be agreed in advance though, safety first ;) ). I like a man who takes charge and uses me as he pleases, treating me as if I were his total servant. If it's in public even better, I like to give people a show they won't forget ;) If you have friends who are interested they are more than welcome to join too, I love feeling part of a group or helping people bond with each other!
My main Kinks are: degradation, exhibitionism, dom/sub dynamic, rough sex, being used, gangbangs, double penetrations
About him, his clients said:
SeamanDick, vote 5/5
Cheerful and eager to please his top. A born sub with a body that is a wet dream. If I pass through these parts again I will definitely contact him again.
TheBlackPython, rating 4.5/5
We went at least four rounds and he never gave up on anything. If one wants a bottom jock he is the person to contact. He follows every order given without flinching and never says no. Definitely a satisfying experience.
JockBro69, rating 5/5
I am his regular customer at the gym where he works and whenever my friends and I need a hand to relax he is always ready to give it to us, even in the middle of the gym in front of everyone. That ass is absolutely legendary, 10/10.
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There were few places where Brian could say he was actually safe from the, er, “invading family presence”. Because when you can't even walk down a street without turning a corner and find your brother, father or uncle at the center of a wild orgy you crave those places where you know you can claim some privacy.
One of these was his university, after all, none of the students would ever dream of fucking someone in the middle of campus or in class, they were all too wrapped up in their own problems or how to get through their upcoming exams to even think about a hole to stick their dicks in. He was safe, shame would not reach him within those walls, he was free!
Or at least that was what he believed. His beautiful house of cards would collapse in the course of a single morning.
Things really seemed to be going well for the young man that day: he had not seen any strangers walking around the house, breakfast had passed without any member of his family busy serving a man in need while awkwardly trying to conduct a genuine conversation with him, and when he had gone to the bathroom he had found no dirty, cum-encrusted clothes lying around that needed to be thrown in the wash. The first few hours of class had also gone well; he had met his friends and enjoyed chatting and joking around with them fondly. He was over the moon.
Then it had happened.
By mid-morning he had his international literature class, not particularly difficult but not particularly easy either because of the professor, Mr. Diaz.
The man was relatively young, perhaps not even in his forties, his black hair had only recently begun to recede and show traces of gray, which, however, only solidified his rugged charm. The man always wore a shaggy beard and his black eyes seemed to peer into your soul, always making Brian slightly nervous when dealing with him. Many of his female classmates, and even a fair number of the boys, were clearly completely lost after the teacher, particularly because of his rich, deep voice and the slight accent that made his words musical, according to them. His extremely strict personality devoid of any sort of frivolity did not make him an easy man, but any sort of protest he might make would fall away as soon as the man entered the classroom, always wearing a matching jacket and pants and a white shirt accompanied by a monochrome tie, all perhaps a half size smaller which perfectly showcased his muscles the result of hours of gym work -- and a helping hand from genetics -- which had led to much speculation that Mr. Diaz, in his youth had won the “Mr. Brazil” contest. Brian was pretty sure that was not true, but even he could not be fully certain of it.
That day the student had entered and positioned himself in his usual seat, in the first rows, so as not to miss a single word of the topic they were discussing that particularly piqued his interest. After a few minutes, Mr. Diaz had entered as well, and immediately Brian had noticed how he seemed to be in a particularly cranky mood:frowning face, lips mumbling some kind of curse words in Portuguese, and fingers working fast on his cell phone screen. His suspicions were confirmed when the man slammed the books he had under his arm down on the desk and then put the phone away in a disgruntled manner, casting an annoyed glance in their direction. With an irritated gesture, he took off his jacket – which caused several appreciative giggles from many of his classmates – staying only wearing the white shirt that contrasted with his bronze skin and perfectly showcased his trained physique, and then eventually took a deep breath and began to explain the lecture, but left the rest of the class with a clear doubt as to the reason for the man's strange behavior.
After about ten minutes the whole incident had now been forgotten and the whole class was hanging on the lips of the professor, who was explaining the spread of Romanticism in Europe.
“...arising therefore in Germany under the name ‘Sturm und Drang’ it wanted to oppose all those kinds of ideas of a more rational and scientific scope, searching for the metaphysical meaning of nature, putting the emotions and sensations felt by human beings in the forefront. As we saw during the first lecture, “The Wanderer above the Sea of Fog” is the perfect example of this and...”
Brian was diligently taking notes, trying to memorize the man's words, when the door was suddenly opened. The student did not even bother to look up, thinking it was just some latecomer, however, he had to reconsider when he heard an all too familiar voice speak in what must have been a whisper but was all too loud: “Sorry for the delay, Mr. Diaz. So, should I start?”
Brian lifted his head so quickly that it was a miracle he didn't hurt himself: standing next to the still seated teacher, wearing only a loose tank top and a pair of booty shorts stood his brother, muscles darting and face open in a friendly smile. From his seat in his chair Mr. Diaz had stopped and was looking at him, an expression that was a mixture of impatience and something else, something much more dangerous...
It was almost comical to see the difference between the two, starting with the clothing – so formal and put-together that of the teacher in contrast to the decidedly more casual and athletic attire of his brother – and ending with the expressions and body posture, diametrically opposed to each other.
At that moment Ben noticed him and broke into an if possible even wider smile, raising a hand and greeting him aloud, “Hey, bro! What a surprise to see you, I didn't realize you were also taking this class. I have to work now but later if you'd like we can grab something to eat together, what do you say?” and gave him a quick wink before focusing on the teacher again.
Brian meanwhile had frozen in place, his face losing all trace of color as his brother's words sank in, “I have to work now.”
Even before Mr. Diaz acted Brian knew what was about to happen and, worst of all, he had a front row seat to watch.
The teacher merely grunted a, “It's about time, take your position and try not to make too much noise. I'm working” and then moved his chair back slightly to make room for him. The young man smiled and, carefully, positioned himself exactly under the desk – how such a behemoth had found the space to move in such a cramped space was honestly a mystery – followed then by the unmistakable sound of a zipper being lowered and a mouth at work. The expression on the teacher's face became distended, relaxed, even letting out a deep sigh of relief. After about ten seconds he shook his head, cleared his throat and resumed his explanation as if nothing had happened.
Brian had remained stunned as he watched, but after a good minute he tried to focus back on his notes but his ears could detect beneath the professor's deep voice the sound produced by his brother's mouth as he swallowed the man's cock: a combination of liquid grunts and low guttural moans as the professor occasionally interrupted his explanation with occasional “ooooh, just like that”, “grunt, that's the spot”, “mph, how I've missed this mouth” and “ah, yes, just what I needed.”
Moreover, to add insult to injury, there was the fact that he was sure to have the eyes of at least half of his classmates on him after the older one's outing, drilling into the back of his neck, making him blush even more with shame. He already imagined that from that day onwards, if he tried to talk to any of them, they would come out with a “wait, aren't you the one with the brother who got fucked in class by Professor Diaz in front of everyone? Gee... Do you happen to know if he's free this weekend?”
But what was really worse was that, without knowing it, he had earned a front-row seat to watch the show of Ben using his own mouth to bring pleasure to his professor. He was positioned not directly in front of the desk, but on the side, so if he lifted his head he could catch a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of the blond mass of his brother's hair bobbing up and down, temporarily disappearing behind the desk only to reappear accompanied by another grunt of pleasure. He would have liked to try to keep his head down for the whole class but regularly Mr. Diaz would draw their attention to a power point displaying excerpts from the books they were covering, and at that point the young man's eyes would fall, punctually, on the two lovers. At one point he saw the professor, in the midst of the explanation, position himself better in the chair, pull out his cock and slap the younger man's face a couple of times, his eyes quickly going from him to the class-and Brian was sure he saw him sneer at Ben's expression and moans of pleasure-and then go back to shoving his cock forcefully inside his throat, easily reaching the base and causing him to let out a stifled groan, followed by some gagging sounds. After doing so, to keep him from moving away, Brian caught a glimpse of one of the professor's hands going under the desk to forcefully grasp the back of Ben's head, forcing him to stay where he was, taking to moving his hips slightly and forcefully fucking his mouth. Mr. Diaz had to raise his voice a lot to stifle the moans and choked noises that the muscle bottom emitted to be able to be heard by the rest of the class, but otherwise he did not seem in any way different from usual, the only indications of what was going on under the desk being his face only slightly redder than usual from the effort and his mouth uttering animalistic moans and grunts, interrupting the explanation from time to time. At one point, after a period of time that was impossible for the young man to calculate, he saw the professor stop, stand frozen for a couple of seconds, his face breaking into a grimace, and then give a thump with his legs and pull the chair away from the desk. Brian allowed himself to let go a mental sigh of relief, certain that the man's gesture meant an end to that public humiliation.
This could not have been further from the truth.
With his hard cock well on display, mr. Diaz stood up - and at that gesture he was pretty sure he heard several people holding their breath, and he actually understood why: the Brazilian was walking around with a heavy caliber shotgun between his legs - and, still continuing to explain, loosened his tie and opened the first buttons of his shirt, showing the top of two trained and slightly hairy pecs. Once done he also took off his pants, showing off his dark trained legs and displaying not only his hard cock pointing proudly in front of him but also a pair of drooping stud balls. It was clear that the attention of the class was no longer for the man's words but for his attributes put on full display.
Mr. Diaz shifted and tapped his open hand on the surface of the desk, interrupting his words for a second and looking back down below it, exclaiming in a commanding voice, “We're hardly done here, I paid for the full service. Come on: on the desk.”
Like a well-trained lapdog Ben pulled himself out from under the furniture and stood up, turning around. Brian felt himself dying inside as he watched his brother's red face gazing adoringly at the man, as if his orders were music to his ears, and his beard covered in spit and cum, with a faint white trickle running down one side of his lips. To his horror he witnessed the sight of Ben taking off his pants in turn – which in no way hid either his rear end or the visible tent that had formed between his legs – putting on display his bouncing ass framed by a bright red jockstrap that made him even more inviting. Once done he leaned forward, presenting his firm, trained ass to the professor, fully exposing himself to him and even went so far as to raise one leg, resting his knee on the hard plywood surface. Brian was sure that Mr. Diaz could thus get a perfect view of his brother's experienced hole, and judging by the twinkle in his eyes he was looking forward to filling it to bursting.
Mr. Diaz positioned himself behind the young man, grabbed his cock with one hand and unceremoniously penetrated him, aided by his spit. A groan escaped from the lips of the trainer who let himself go completely in front of that intrusion, his eyes rolling inside his head in pleasure, a dumb grin on his face. Bracing himself with difficulty on his hands he endured the assault of the older man who penetrated him, thrusting up to half of his own cock in, only to stop, pull back slightly, and give another sudden thrust.
Faced with Ben's warm and tight welcome, even the professor had to stop abruptly, a groan escaping his lips as he let loose a half-cursing expletive in Portuguese. He enjoyed the feel of the younger man's ass for a few seconds then collected himself and resumed with his explanation, though it was obvious that he too had quite a bit of difficulty concentrating on what he had to say, often losing his train of thought and letting loose with lines of appreciation about the other man's “hidden talents” and half-comments about how he should quit his regular job and devote himself to that as a full-time work. At one point Brian was even certain enough to hear him say that if Ben wanted to, he could talk to the dean and they would set aside on campus a classroom just for him where people could come in and use him as a system to work off the day's tension. That particular comment generated a groan deeper than the others from the trainer.
Meanwhile Ben merely moaned, like a bitch in heat, his face expressing only deep joy and a desire to continue being used by the older man. With each blow, the young man could not contain himself and mumbled phrases such as “oh yes, fill me all up,” “I'm your hole, own me completely,” “I'm just made to serve you,” and “show everyone how you treat me” along with the occasional pathetic moan and yelp. He was definitely getting turned on by being watched by the whole class and being used as a sex toy.
At one point, faced with a moan louder than the others, Mr. Diaz suddenly interrupted mid-explication on an important romantic figure that Brian had no clue about with an annoyed grimace, hastily untied his tie, and unceremoniously rolled it up and shoved it into Ben's mouth, shushing him, letting loose a stern, “Silence in class.”
Such a bossy remark was the only thing missing to make the jock completely lose his mind: he let out a deep, stifled moan and, under the other's continuous thrusts, came, generating a deep dark stain all over the front of the jockstrap, soiling it so much that some of his cum even fell dripping onto the floor.
The professor, however, was not finished and continued to fuck him mercilessly, like a piston that had no intention of stopping. At a certain point, however, he too could no longer resist the muscle bottom's unspoken invitations and his desperate moans: he closed his book, leaned forward and, with increasingly deeper movements, took to fucking him with raw force. The two of them took to putting on a show in front of the whole class, and the only noise that could be heard was the liquid sound of the two bodies slamming into each other and their wild moans, the whole room reeking of sweat and sex, until Mr. Diaz threw back his head and with an animalistic grunt came inside the trainer, filling him with his hot cum. Ben greeted him by rolling his eyes inside his head and letting out a new desperate moan. Brian was pretty sure that the teacher's assault had just made him cum a second time.
Once finished they both stood still for a couple of seconds trying to recover from that intense orgasm, the tie all crumpled up falling out of the younger man's mouth, under the astonished gaze of the students. Brian was pretty sure that more than one of them had cum just watching that indecent display, and those who had not were in urgent need of a wank. As if that was not enough once the professor got his cock out of the other's ruined hole, Ben slid down on the floor and diligently took to licking and cleaning the man's pole in such a natural way that Brian had a strong suspicion that this was not the first time he had done this specifically with Mr. Diaz. In doing so, he also gave them his back and, thus, put on display in front of the entire class his trained back and, more importantly, his asscheeks reddened by the teacher's assault and his open hole, from which streams of the man's freshly deposited cum were pouring out, dripping onto the classroom floor.
After a few minutes Mr. Diaz seemed to recover from his post-orgasm peace and cast a quick glance at the time. He nodded and, still with Ben busy cleaning and serving him, exclaimed as if nothing had happened in a deep voice, “Well, I guess we can end it here for today. If you have any questions you can ask me at the beginning of the next class. Have a good day.”
As if with those words he had just broken a spell, the class came back to life, the chairs were moved and quickly the students exited, some sprinting in the direction of the nearest bathroom to take care of some “personal issues” others talking closely among themselves, unable to hold back any longer and commenting on the display they had just witnessed, stealing last quick glances toward professor and stranger and even toward Brian himself, mindful of the way he had been greeted by the other upon his entrance.
Eventually only the three of them remained. The professor was just finishing putting his pants back on and tucking in his shirt, chatting with Ben who was instead wiping himself off with a towel. Brian hadn't noticed but his brother had come in with a backpack, in which he probably kept everything he needed for his work.
“Thank you so much, Benjamin, you saved me.”
“Ah, you're welcome prof, for you this and more. What happened? You usually never call me when you are at work, at most you request my company during your lunch break or when you have a gap hour.”
“Look, forget it, the dean is on my ass and my wife is more hysterical than ever about Gabrielle's wedding. I had just finished a call with her and had to unwind a bit, I would have gone crazy waiting until the end of the hour. Really, you don't know how grateful I am, I will leave you a lavish tip.”
Ben replied with a smile as he bent down to pick up his pants, showing off his ass, “Super, good to hear.”
The teacher, who had been entranced for a couple of seconds watching his handiwork continue to slowly spill out of the other's hole, collected himself, cleared his throat and exclaimed, “Well: so I'll be going now, see you,” and, without any warning, leaned forward and the two kissed for a couple of seconds before pulling away, after which Mr. Diaz gave one last slap on the jock's ass – which made him chuckle smugly – he waved goodbye as if nothing had happened to Brian and walked out of the classroom.
That greeting fully reactivated the young man, who turned to look incredulously at his brother, unable to fully register what he had just witnessed. Ben put his shorts back on and approached with a bright smile, his tank top still in his hands. He still had drops of cum on his beard and a few on his sweaty pecs.
“Well, bro, then: what about that sandwich we talked about earlier? I'm starving,” and laughed.
Brian stared at him for a couple of seconds, then asked in a rough voice, “Do you know how much it costs to change one's name at the registry office?”
“Hmm? Strange question bro, why?”
Brian did not answer and merely calculated whether he had enough money to change his identity and emigrate to Alaska, far away from what had just happened, where no one would ever recognize him.
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