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The day after the physical education class, and George's private shower show for my eyes only, my college student from Prague came into my office for our weekly English lesson. George sat in the chair beside me, his young athletic body brushing against mine as we worked through the English workbook at the table together. At times during the tutoring, I enjoyed when George would casually lean over his notebook, allowing the back of his shirt to rise and his navy pinstripe briefs to show above the waist of his pants.
"You are close,” I said, pointing at the sentence he had just written. "But remember, in English, we say, 'I went’, not "I come’ when we are talking about the past.”
George's clean-shaven face frowned for a moment, then looked up at me. "English is strange,” he said, his accent thick but his voice steady, "In Czech grammar, it is not like this.”
I smiled, "Languages can be tricky, but you are getting it. Practice makes it easier," I said.
George tilted his head, studying me instead of the book now. "You think I do well?”
George's tone was soft, but the way he looked at me felt more serious. He had almost the same stare he used in the locker room shower where he put on the most seductive show I had ever watched. I had not washed his shower scene from my mind, but I had fantasized about George and his jerking off ever since. I found myself unable to forget his flawless muscular legs, chiseled abs, tight chest, penciled nipples, and strong biceps. George’s body looked perfect to me, everything a college jock could have for one to enjoy while admiring his beauty.
"Yes,” I said, quickly glancing at him before looking back at the page. "Your English is improving a lot.”
George closed the workbook with one hand and rested his elbow on the table. "Maybe I do well because I have an attractive athletic teacher,” he said, his voice lower, almost teasing.
I felt my face blush, and I shifted in my seat. "Well, that is kind of you to say, but it is your hard work that is paying off.”
George smiled. "No. It is you,” he said simply, his confidence catching me off guard.
Before I could respond, George leaned his body even more into mine. "Teach me some more English,” he said, his tone softer now, as if daring me to look at him directly.
George wrote the letters DILF on his workbook's upper right corner where a student would usually write his name. I wondered what DILF stood for and why George would add this to the cover of his workbook.
The warmth of his presence that day made the room feel smaller, the air heavier. My pulse quickened, but I cleared my throat and turned back to the book. "Let’s try a new sentence,” I said, keeping my voice steady though I was beginning to lose my focus. Was George coming on to me in my office, I wondered?
A couple of weeks later, I ran into George at the exclusive Bucharest Men's Athletic Club. The downtown Bucharest gym was filled with energy for a late Saturday evening. Weights clanked softly, deep voices echoed, and the thick air carried the scent of sweat and musk. It was a space trimmed throughout in dark, solid, thick oak woodwork and doors, dominated by strong, self-disciplined, wealthy men, athletes and businessmen.
I was surprised to see George at the private club. However, he said to me that Dr. Hezky, Director at the Prima Universitate Internațională de Atletism in Bucharest, had purchased him an annual pass as a gesture of goodwill toward George's father, who had become his good friend.
While visiting with George in the club, I asked him to join me as I worked out. I explained that I wanted a partner to lead me through some stretching and workout techniques. The men knew me here. I was the American middle-aged professor, the jock with the toned muscles who usually worked out alone. However, I was happy to have this very handsome athletic college hunk as my training partner this evening, by far the youngest in the gym. His lean soccer-built body stood out against the fit older men around us. He looked good, his tank top sticking to his sweaty chest, his Adidas soccer shorts fitting his strong legs. I saw how the other men glanced at George. I was very proud to not only be his physical education professor and English language tutor on campus, but also to have George as my personal trainer at the all-male only athletic club.
As the gym buzzed with energized music, George and I stood near the squat rack, my tight cropped gym tank clinging to my chest, sweat tracing down my arms. My usual very small fitness shorts were snug, hugging my ass just above my thighs, leaving little to the imagination as I wore no jock or undershorts. I knew how my athletic clothing looked on me, and I did not mind showing off to these men when I used the club.
I stretched before my first lift, arching my back just right, my strong 43-year-old bubble butt pushing out. I grabbed a weight, my biceps flexing as I moved, knowing George was watching. Although his English may have been broken at times, his body language said everything. George clearly enjoyed working out with me.
I smiled. "Good form, huh?” I teased, my voice a bit arrogant.
George swallowed hard, nodding. "Yes...very strong, Professor,” he said, his accent thick, his hazel eyes fixed on me now.
I continued to stretch for George and the other men in the gym who dared to watch me. I lifted my arms high above my head, feeling my chest flex and my core tighten. As I stretched, my tight cropped gym tank lifted to expose my abs and my small shorts rode up to barely cover the swell of my ass. The thin fabric clung to me like a second skin, clearly outlining everything underneath.
When I was able to relax, I reached down to adjust my shorts, trying to pull them back into place. But the second I let go, they snapped right back, riding up even more. The hem curved high in between my ass crack, leaving just enough exposed to make it clear. I did not mind showing a damn thing.
I smiled when I caught my college stud, George, watching again. His eyes stayed glued to me, locked onto my ass and the way my shorts hugged my body. I shifted my stance, rolling my hips just slightly like I did not notice. But, I did. I knew what I was doing.
I grabbed my small towel, wiped my neck, then dragged it over my pecs letting George see the way my muscles tensed. Tonight was turning out to be my turn to be on display for my student, just as he was on display for me in the campus locker room shower.
"Maybe we could stretch even more together," he suggested, his voice low, uncertain but eager. I smiled, already wondering how much further this workout would go. I knew George had something in mind as he looked at me, the little smirk on his face made it clear. But I did not stop him. I just nodded and stood beside him in the middle of the packed gym like we were on a stage, right where everyone could see us.
I bent forward first, reaching for my toes. Before I could try and pull my shorts down some, George stepped in behind me, pushed my hands away, and placed his own hands on my hips. I could feel the shape of his cock rubbing against my ass.
"Stretch deep, Professor Brad," he said, his voice low but firm. His strong fingers held me in place, then moved lower, grabbing my ass.
I felt his hands slowly slip under my shorts, warm against my bare skin. He squeezed, feeling my thick ass muscle, behaving like he owned me. Then his fingers slid deeper, pressing between my cheeks. This young, beautifully built athletic jock found my hole, rubbing over the thin fabric that barely covered it. I let out a soft moan, feeling both his fingers and cock against me.
After a few seconds of softly handling me, George slowly pulled me up and turned me to face him. "Arms up," he said. I lifted them, and my tank rode up, allowing George to easily continue and move his hands over my sides and under my shirt.
His skilled fingers found my chest, tracing over my muscles, then landed on my nipples. He softly touched one, then very lightly pinched it. A quiet gasp escaped before I could stop it.
George acted like a true personal gym trainer as he shared his knowledge of stretching a fit athlete’s body. Moving my body in all directions, most of the men in the gym could see everything. His hands roamed under my clothes as he tried to make it look like he was professionally massaging and stretching my muscles. I was full of lust for this young college hunk as he continued to lightly slide his fingers over my chest, teasing my nipples, playing with them like he had every right and all the time in the world. I swallowed hard, feeling my body respond, my breath coming faster, and I was glad he was mine.
George leaned in, his beautiful mouth, his lips near my ear. "They are all watching you," he whispered. "They see how easy you make my job as your trainer."
Without asking, a confident George suddenly grabbed the hem of my tank and slowly lifted it over my head, exposing my whole chest. My nipples were already hard from teasing, and he smirked when he revealed them. I wondered where or if George learned these alpha leadership traits on the soccer field.
"Look at this," he said, loud enough for others to hear. "Look at how perfect my professor's body is."
I heard whispers. People were definitely watching what George was doing to me. My face burned, but I did not stop him as I saw hunger on the different men's faces.
George chuckled, "You are such a good workout partner," he whispered. "I think you love being on display and letting everyone know I am your trainer right now."
I swallowed, my whole body burning with excitement.
And I did not deny it.
George finally let go of my chest, but only so he could grab my wrist and lead me across the gym. He did not ask. He did not need to. I followed without a word, my body still buzzing from everything he had already done. Just as he did in the shower scene yesterday, the roles continued to reverse, and George was taking charge.
He stopped at the squat rack and turned to face me, his hands gripping my hips. "Let us see you work for it," he said, smiling. "Get under the bar."
I stepped forward, setting my feet shoulder-width apart. As I bent down slightly to grip the bar, George came up behind me, his hands continuing to roam over my sides, even lower. His touch was firm, his fingers pressing into my waist as if measuring every inch of muscle. I was loving the idea that George loved to touch me.
I straightened up with the bar resting on my shoulders, but before I could even start my first squat, George's hands were back on my ass. His palms slid over my muscled glutes, rubbing my butt like he was testing my strength.
"Go slow," he said, loud enough for others nearby to hear.
I lowered myself into a deep squat, my thighs burning, my shorts riding up. As I reached the bottom of the movement, my "personal" trainer's fingers slipped under the fabric again, this time gripping my bare ass.
"Stay right there," George quietly ordered.
I held the position, my legs trembling, my muscles stretched tight. Then I felt them, his fingers teasing between my ass cheeks, finding my hole inside my shorts this time. "Relax," he said, his voice low and firm.
His fingertips pressed against my entrance, rubbing in slow circles. My body clenched for a second, but I was already too far gone to resist. I let out a slow breath, and he took that as permission to push deeper.
His fingers slipped inside, just the first knuckles at first, then further stretching me open in front of everyone.
"That's it," he said. "Nice and easy."
I could hear the low gasps of others in the gym, the way their movements had slowed, their attention locked on us. The other men watched with open lust as George worked me. They knew. They saw. And I did not stop George.
My "new trainer" moved his other hand back to my bare chest, playing with my nipple while his fingers worked deeper inside me. I was shaking, my whole body stretched in every possible way, and I had no idea how much longer I could hold this position.
George finally pulled his hand away from my chest, but only so he could grab my chin, slowly tilting my face toward him. "One more rep would be good," he said.
I obeyed my freshman student from Prague. I rose to stand, then lowered myself again and again, feeling his fingers slide in and out with my movements, stretching me with every movement.
I let out a soft moan as I was showing how much of a slut I was for all these fit men to see.
George grinned. "Yeah, that is what I thought."
He finally pulled his fingers out and gave my butt muscles one last squeeze before stepping back. "Good set," he said. "But we are not done yet."
I swallowed hard, my legs weak, my hole still throbbing from how easily George had taken control of the night.
Just then, I saw the club director, Andrei, watching us with a knowing smile. I had known Andrei for some time since joining the exclusive gym. After approaching us, he looked me up and down before nodding at George, "You train Brad well," he said, his voice thick with approval.
George grinned, patting my chest with a firm hand. "Professor...good student," he said, his voice filled with pride.
"Hi, I am the club director," Andrei said to George. "I wanted to let Brad and you know that our gym will be closing in 15 minutes. However, would you want to continue with your workout after we close? It would be kind of fun having some men working out while I do the club's evening closing procedures."
George spoke for us. "Yes, we can stay and keep using the club. My professor and I like training here."
"Nice," said Andrei. "Can I introduce you both to a couple of my friends who regularly use the gym? They will be staying late after the club closes, as well. Let me go find them."
A few minutes later, Andrei caught up with us and alongside him were two of the most striking men I have ever noticed here at the gym. Mihai, we were told, was an internal medicine doctor at the clinic nearby and Piko owned a dance club in Old Town. Wearing tank tops, both men were very fit and had beautiful muscles on display to prove it. They smelled like money. Two men that could buy whatever they wanted, when they wanted.
We chit-chatted with Mihai and Piko for a bit. Andrei encouraged the men to join George and me with our workout. George explained that he was doing some personal training with me. Mihai said that was cool and was excited to tag along and help George lead me.
During the introduction, I noticed several times Mihai and Piko looking me over. Once I even noticed Piko winking at Mihai and nodding toward my tiny, now fully transparent, wet, soaked shorts. George saw the men looking me over and appeared to smile in agreement, as well.
At the top of the hour and closing time, the club started to clear out. Across the gym, Andrei had entered from the front desk area, arms crossed, watching clients leave. He was a strong, handsome Romanian man with salt-and-pepper stubble and a body built like an athletic tennis champion.
George went back to leading the workout, moving us from one machine to the next as I had become his personal project. His hands continued to be all over me, adjusting my form and gripping my muscles. I loved the way he touched me.
My cock had been hard for some time, straining against my shorts. George appeared to want Mihai and Piko to see my wet spots. His smile made it look like he enjoyed standing behind me as I worked through different sets. George made sure to press his cock against me and have his hands slide along my waist before moving up, feeling my pecs, my abs. He would sometimes whisper something in Czech, his voice low and smooth. I did not know what he was saying, but I felt the meaning.
As George set up the bench press machine's weights, he turned to face me, his hazel eyes locked onto mine. He knew what he was doing with me that evening. I flexed under his grip as he squeezed my bicep. "Professor... feel good?" he whispered, his voice low and teasing.
After locking the front doors, Andrei walked over to us at the bench press machine, his presence looming beside us. George did not pull away, his hands still owning my body. The director's brown eyes flicked between us, taking in the scene. I stood there, breathing hard, my cock leaking, my nipples stiff from George's touch. Being all alone with four men, with their eyes roaming over me, made my whole body ache with need.
George smiled proudly behind me as his strong youthful hands reached out, gripping my waist. "You need deep stretch, Professor. Your muscles are tight," he said in his broken English, his fingers pressing into my lower abs, inching lower.
Piko softly laughed, leaning against the inclined bench. "You trust him, don't you, Brad?" His voice was deep and teasing. His dark Romanian eyes never left my body. "We will help you stretch, too."
I swallowed hard, my cock throbbing as Mihai's hands started to roam over my exposed abs, rubbing slow circles. George's grip on my shoulders tightened, pulling me back against his firm chest.
"Let's start," George said. "Bench press."
I nodded, already breathing heavy. I then followed George's command, sitting and leaning back on the padded incline bench. As my shorts rode up easily, my hard cock slipped out of the leg of the shorts. Piko stepped forward, standing above me, his hands guiding mine to the barbell. But instead of focusing on the weights, his fingers traced along my wrists, slow and firm.
I had so many hands on my body that my head began to swirl. Mihai had followed me as I sat down, kneeling beside me. He moved one of his warm palms past my wet, glistening cock and slid it over one of my thighs. "Good form," he murmured, but his hand stayed there, gripping me, rubbing slightly. Mihai appeared to enjoy exploring me, as well. First my abs, and now my thighs.
As I lifted the bar, George leaned over, his lips close to my ear. "Strong, Professor," he whispered, his breath hot. "So eager to please."
Adding these two new workout partners, and Andrei observing, made this scene so erotic for me. I moaned, my hips shifting, my cock hard as can be. Mihai's fingers inched higher. Piko, on the other hand, stood near the bar, grinning down at me.
"Keep going, Brad," Piko said. "We will take care of everything else."
The four men remained gathered around me with sly smiles and gentle, teasing touches.
George, with his actions, was the first to encourage me to engage in some more intense sexual conduct. He leaned close and said, "Brad, open your mouth for us." After, George placed one of his fingers inside my mouth and circled my lips.
Not long after, Piko and Mihai asked me to slide a bit down the bench, and I had my legs lifted up toward my torso. One of them whispered, "Let us use you like a toy."
I felt a warm, hard cock delicately push through my raised body, my shorts’ leg opening, and into my moist asshole. Immediately, the pleasure felt so good as George aided me by holding my legs up. The scene felt intensely erotic, being fucked by this beautiful doctor with other men standing by so closely, watching with lust in their eyes. I laid back and just allowed everything to happen like it was meant to be.
Every moan, every gasp, every simple word they spoke was burned into my memory. I let them take charge completely, and even though it was wild and new, I felt a mix of fear and wonder. The handsome men's touches were soft as they moved slowly, making sure I was okay. I knew I was theirs for that night, and nothing else mattered.
I looked up into Mihai's eyes as he continued to leisurely fuck me. I begged for him to continue. I wanted his cock.
George stood behind me, watching with approval. My cock throbbed as Mihai's hands now slid lower, gripping my waist and pulling my hips toward him as he fucked me. He encouraged Piko to use his fingers and tease my nipples, rolling them between his fingertips, making me shudder.
"Look at you, Professor... so submissive," Piko whispered, his voice thick with desire. My breath hitched as Mihai then leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. "We are going to make sure you are properly taken care of tonight," he said, his voice firm, commanding. George gave a low laugh, stepping closer, his presence electrifying. I was surrounded, owned, and I could feel my body surrendering to them, every muscle tensing in anticipation of what they would take from me next.
A few minutes later, I felt Mihai's strong hands hold my waist even tighter as he allowed his hard cock to pull out of my athletic hole. His breath was hot against my neck as his fingers hooked into the waistband of my gym shorts, peeling them slowly up and over my elevated legs, letting the damp fabric fall to the floor. I felt the cool air of the gym brush over my fully exposed body, but the heat of their hands quickly replaced it.
"Maybe it is time for us to pretend and give your body an intense physical, as if you were in my doctor's office, Brad," joked Mihai.
I was pulled up and off the bench and made to stand, slightly leaning my completely naked body forward as if I was going to touch my toes.
Piko knelt in front of me to hold me up, his hands sliding up my thighs, his fingers pressing into my firm muscles as he took in the sight of my dripping cock. "So eager," he said, licking his lips before leaning in and having his tongue do a quick flick over the swollen tip, tasting the slickness that had already leaked out.
Behind me, Mihai ran his hands over my bare cheeks, spreading them apart as his fingers explored my tight, twitching hole. "You are so ready and open," he said approvingly, pressing his thumb against my entrance, rubbing slow circles as my body trembled beneath his touch.
George moved closer, his voice low and commanding. "Brad, are you ready for more?" he asked, his tone filled with authority for a college student. The men chuckled as Mihai dipped his head down to kiss along my shoulder while his fingers pushed deeper, stretching me, making me moan.
Piko stood up and took advantage of my gaping mouth, pressing his lips against mine. I was made to taste my precum off of his tongue as it slipped inside. While we played with each other's tongues, Piko continued to play with my naked body, wrapping his hand around my aching cock, stroking it with firm, steady pulls.
I was completely surrounded, my body taken, used for their pleasure. With my knees feeling weak, they all held me up, keeping me right where they wanted, helpless, willing, and desperate for more.
George took a step back, his eyes gleaming as he watched Mihai and Piko work my body over. He had trained me well, had broken me in front of the gym's men, teasing me, showing me off, making me crave their hands, their mouths, their cocks. Now he was ready to take me further.
"Use my professor," George quietly suggested, his voice low but firm, filled with enthusiasm. "Make him feel what it means to be the gym's DILF." His words sent a shudder down my back, my cock twitching in Piko's grip.
There was that word, "DILF." I had no idea what the word meant.
Mihai's fingers pushed deeper into my stretched hole, testing me, claiming me. "You are very handsome, Brad," he said, his voice filled with approval.
Just then, Andrei stepped forward, his powerful, handsome presence looming over me. He smiled as he looked me up and down, taking in my desperate body.
"So, this is what you wanted, Professor," he said, his tone mocking but amused. His thick hand lightly grabbed my chin, forcing my dazed eyes to meet his. "The new gym whore," he declared. "We will break you in properly."
My breath hitched as George nodded in approval. Mihai's fingers left me, only to be replaced by something thicker, hotter, pressing at my entrance again.
I heard the gym's energized and erotic music, the overhead lights' faint hum, and the deep, heavy breathing of the men surrounding me. My body was slick with sweat from the men, my muscles still pumped from the workout, but now I was being used for something far more intense.
Mihai stood behind me, his strong hands gripping my hips, holding me steady as he guided his thick cock into my stretched hole. His Romanian mutters sent shivers up my back, words I barely understood, but the meaning was clear. I was theirs to use, their submissive athletic professor, and they were making sure I felt every inch of their cocks.
After a few moments, Mihai pushed my head and torso forward and down even more toward Piko’s standing body. The bar owner stood in front of me, his broad chest rising as he lowered the waistband of his navy shorts, exposing his hard, stiff cock. In a swift move, Piko began to stroke his wet, leaking cock, watching the way my lips parted in need. "You want this, don't you?" he murmured, tapping the head of his thick shaft against my lips. I moaned around him as I opened up, letting him slide and stretch my mouth wide as his fingers tangled in my damp hair.
George stood off to the side, watching with dark, hungry eyes. "Look at you," he chuckled, stepping closer, dragging his hands over my sweaty back, lightly reaching under to touch my sensitive nipples. "So desperate to be filled."
Behind me, Mihai began to thrust harder, his cock hitting deep, sending jolts of pleasure through me. My knees nearly buckled, but Piko held my head steady, groaning as he slid himself farther into my mouth. The taste of him mixed with the overwhelming sensation of being taken from both ends, my body trapped between them, used like the perfect athletic gym slut I had become this evening.
George smiled, his hands roaming over me.
My body was being pleasured as my cock leaked onto the gym floor. I was theirs to take, and I would not stop until every last one of them was satisfied with the vision in front of them.
Piko's grip in my hair tightened as he thrust deeper into my mouth, his cock pulsing as he groaned. Behind me, Mihai was relentless, his strong hands spreading my ass wider as he pounded into me, filling me completely. My body trembled between them, overwhelmed by the pleasure of being used so thoroughly.
Andrei leaned against the weight rack, his gaze fixed on me, his voice low and approving. "Look at this strong, beautiful Brad," his voice thick with approval. "Completely lost in it. This is exactly how my new gym whore should be treated, how he wants to be treated."
Mihai's thrusts grew more erratic, his breath hot against my back. "I am going to fill you up, sexy slut," he grunted, his hands gripping my hips tighter. With one final deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he pumped his load inside me. The warmth of his cum spread through me, my athletic hole clenching around him, desperate to hold onto every drop.
Piko was not far behind. He pulled back slightly, his cock slipping from my lips as he groaned. "Fuck, take it," he growled, stroking himself quickly before pressing the tip back between my lips. A second later, his seed erupted onto my tongue, thick ropes coating my mouth before he pushed himself back inside, making sure I swallowed every drop.
I gasped as Mihai slowly pulled out, feeling a stream of his cum leaking from my stretched hole, dripping down my thighs onto the polished club floor. My body shuddered, still on edge, desperate for more.
George stepped forward, his eyes locked on my face, his cock twitching as he openly stroked himself for me to see like he had done in the shower that one day a few weeks ago. "You look absolutely perfect like this, Professor," he muttered, his voice thick with desire. He gripped my chin, tilting my head up. "Open, DILF."
I obeyed instantly, my lips parting just as he groaned and let go, his hot load splattering across my face. Thick streams of his cum dripped down my cheeks, onto my lips, mixing with the men's sweat already covering my skin.
Andrei smirked, his arms still crossed as he took in the sight of me, completely used, dripping. "That," he said, "was one of the hottest things I have ever seen in my gym."
I knelt on the floor, my hole leaking, my face marked with George's release. I was completely satisfied, but I had a feeling that this would not be the last time these men would have their way with me.
George lowered himself in front of me, his fingers gently wiping his own release from my cheek before pressing them to my lips. "Clean up," he said, his voice softer now, his eyes still burning with lust. I obeyed without hesitation, sucking his fingers clean, savoring the taste of him.
Piko, still catching his breath, ran a hand over my back with a gentle touch. "You took us so well," he said, his fingers grazing my shoulder before sliding down to squeeze my sore ass. "Your strong, muscled body was made for this."
Mihai chuckled, leaning against the bench press. "We might have to make this a regular thing," he said, smiling as he watched another thick drop of his cum leak from my hole.
Andrei pushed off the weight rack, stepping forward, his eyes still full of amusement and approval. "You put on one hell of a show," he said, his hand brushing through my damp hair before gripping it lightly. "And you loved every second of it."
I nodded, still on my knees, my fully exposed, naked body weak, but my mind buzzing with the thrill of it all.
George smiled, offering a hand. "Come on, Professor," he teased, pulling me to my feet. "Let's get you cleaned up. One of these times, it will be my turn to fuck you."
I shivered at the promise in his voice, knowing this was only the beginning. As George led me toward the showers, I realized I was completely falling for my beautiful college jock from Prague. Maybe this whole time George had known exactly what I was before I did. His DILF.
Author is Brad
My email address is [email protected]. Please share your thoughts with me.
I enjoyed the opportunity of sharing our fantasy thoughts in this story between my younger friend, George, and me.
Other stories I have here on Nifty are The Chosen Jock and Diego’s Heat in the Pool.
I love making men excited whether through reading my erotic stories, watching me workout in my skin tight gear at the gym, showing off on line or dancing on a stage.
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