The Gym Trainer

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I couldn't even begin to process what Jay and I had done in the locker room showers that night. We'd just...watched each other rub one out in there, and truthfully, I'd never felt so turned on in my life. When it ended, however, A moment of clarity about what I'd just done had washed over me. I was so embarrassed, I got dressed and ran out of there as fast as I could.

Heading into the office the next day, I felt overwhelmed, perhaps more than ever. The weight of deadlines and court dates loomed over me, right below the events in the shower last night. I didn't dare call Jay, though, out of fear of what he might say; fear of what he might say about what we did, or maybe what he might say about me running off after it. The lingering anxiety of potential awkwardness and unspoken questions added to the mounting stress of my professional responsibilities. Whatever the case, I didn't really want to make my life more complicated right now. Even so, I found myself hardening at the thought of him, the memories of his muscled body, and his massive dick shooting its load out.

Two weeks later, My assistant found me disheveled, frantically trying to comb through old legal texts and case law for a brief. "Unbelievable," Mary said, shaking her head. "I thought you'd gotten a handle on your stress? You seem more out of it than ever!"

"I stopped going to the gym. I don't have enough time for it, and I can work out at home," I replied.

"You've barely left the office in the last week," she pointed out. "Just do it. If I have to call for you, I'm dragging you down there myself," she said. "You may be stronger, but never underestimate the abilities of an assistant with a stubborn boss." She handed me the receiver and walked back to her desk. I sighed and started dialing. I guess this had to happen sooner or later. Better to get it over with. Maybe he won't even remember, I thought. Or maybe he won't want to talk about it either.

"Hello?" Jay's voice on the other end answered.

"Hi Jay, it's Drew," I replied.

"Oh, Drew! I was wondering if you'd call. You never scheduled another appointment," Jay stated.

"Yeah, sorry. Things got busy, but I'd like to schedule one now."

"You mean your assistant told your sorry ass to pick up the phone and make one," he chuckled. I found myself chuckling at that joke, true as it was.

"Yeah, maybe," I admitted. I felt like my grin could be heard through the phone.

"Well you're in luck, I've got an appointment available tonight, your usual time. Mostly because nobody but you works out with a trainer in the middle of the night." I laughed again.

"Sure, that works. See you then."

That night, I headed down to the gym, both nervous and excited as I rode down in the elevator and walked through the gym's automatic doors. I didn't see Jay yet, but I headed to the locker room to change. Luckily, I kept a packed gym back in my office, so I already had what I needed. I quickly changed and headed back out.

"Drew, there you are!" Jay shouted out, as he walked over. He looked as good as ever, and his muscles only seemed to grow over the two weeks since I'd seen him last. "Good to see you back here, man! You left so abruptly last time, we didn't have a chance to schedule another training session."

"Sorry about that," I said, wincing at the mention of "last time". "Things got really busy at the office." It wasn't a total lie, at least. Things DID get busier, even if that wasn't my real reason for blowing him off.

"Well, glad you're here now; we can get started." We mostly went through the same routine as last time, but with a few new additions. As Jay guided me through the familiar exercises, the rhythmic flow of the workout provided a welcome distraction from the underlying tension. The weights, as familiar as they were, seemed to carry the weight of unspoken conversations and the subtle shift in our dynamic. Even so, we made conversation like two old friends who hadn't seen each other in forever. Jay's easy banter and the occasional burst of laughter echoed in the gym's quiet corners.

As we progressed through the session, Jay's coaching still carried a personal touch. "Focus on the rhythm, Drew. You've got this," he encouraged, and with each movement, I could feel that the trust I put in him was still there, even with the unspoken elephant in the room that hung over us.

As usual, the last thing we did was a bench press, the familiar routine that marked the end of our sessions. The weights, though a physical challenge, felt like they carried mental pressure as well. Jay set up the weights, then got behind me. I could see his protruding muscles under me. With each lift, Jay's words provided a steadying cadence. "Push through, Drew. You've got the strength, all you need is the right mindset."

Jay shifted above me, and once again, I could see his big cock through the leg of his shorts. Suddenly, all the sexual tension I'd been able to ignore throughout the session came flooding back into my dick, hardening in my shorts in record time. I looked in front of me to see my massive boner tenting up, blocking my view of whatever might have been behind it. I grunted, though from the literal weight I was lifting or from the sensation of the sensitive head grinding against the fabric of my underwear, trying to escape, I don't know. Surely Jay couldn't have missed it THIS time, though? Right? I guess I got my answer, because moments later, I saw Jay's cock starting to grow above me, filling his shorts at a rapid pace until the tip of it hung out of the leg of his shorts. It was now openly visible, and leaking precum over my forehead as I finished the final rep. 

We put the bar back into place, and for the first time, I could see Jay was unsure about something, unsure about himself; he was looking around the empty gym. Seeing that nobody else was there, he pulled the leg of his shorts up and started rubbing his erection. I followed suit and started gripping mine through my shorts, before reaching up to grab his. "Fuuuck..." he muttered, as I stroked his manhood, letting the precum drip onto my face. His cock felt warm and long, and very veiny. It was thick, but not as thick as mine. "Holy shit..." he gasped, and I could hear his deep breathing as he stared at my big, fat, throbbing cock through my shorts while I rubbed his. I could tell he was just as new to this as I was, but we were both just as determined to see it through. He moaned as I squeezed his cock, forcing another spurt of precum.

He yanked his pole out of my hand and walked around to the other side of the bar. He pulled down his shorts, exposing his massive shaft in all its glory once again, and let it slap against my face. If he was unsure before, he sure wasn't now. I took it back in my hand and guided the tip of it to my tongue, taking a lick. Then, I opened my mouth wide and stuffed the head in.

"OH FUCK!!!" He groaned, his whole body tensing up. His big balls were hanging underneath, and his ass was flexed tight. He reached under and started squeezing them.

"Mmmphh...." I moaned, savoring the taste of his big dick. It was a mix of clean skin, sweat, and precum, and for some reason, I couldn't get enough of it. I gradually took in more of it, inch by inch, until his entire 10 inches were stuffed down my throat.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK..." he moaned, his breathing becoming ragged. It was clear he was loving the sensation. "Holy shit, your mouth feels amazing!" He was right, too; the way his thick, meaty rod filled my mouth was nothing short of amazing. It felt like a perfect fit, and the sensation of him throbbing inside my mouth was something I'd never experienced before.

"Mmphhh...mmppphhhh..." I gurgled, trying to talk around his dick. I couldn't take it out, I was literally choking on his cock. He seemed to love that, and his moans intensified.

"F-f-f-fuuuuckkkk...." he cursed, his hips bucking involuntarily. I could tell he was getting close, so I picked up the pace. I started bobbing my head faster and sucking harder.

"MMPHHH, GLLKKK, GLLLUUK, GGGH..." I garbled, as Jay began to fuck my face. His dick slid in and out of my throat, stretching my lips and leaking a trail of precum as it moved. I was getting desperate, my cock was throbbing uncontrollably.

"I'm gonna fucking cum," he groaned, his breathing becoming labored. He held the back of my head, pressing my face against his public hair, grinding it against me. His dick throbbed and shot a huge load. Thick, white, and sticky, it coated my mouth and throat. It tasted sweet, but also musky, manly. I moaned as I swallowed it all, unable to do anything else. By the time he finished cumming, he stumbled backward, pulling his dick from my mouth.

"Fuck me, dude, that was incredible!" he panted. "No girl's ever given me a blowjob like that, not even my girlfriend! Where'd you learn to do that?"

"I never have," I admitted.

"Holy shit, you're a natural or something, man. Fuck, you should probably go get cleaned up," he chuckled.

I looked down; my shorts were soaked. I must have cum while I was sucking him off. Holy shit, I wasn't even touching myself, and I still shot a massive load, some of it was even leaking out of my shorts.

I got cleaned up in the locker room showers. Jay didn't join me this time; probably for the best, because after that, I doubted that we would be able to stop ourselves from doing it again. One thing was for certain, I would be back here next week.

***

My next training session with Jay couldn't come fast enough. The days in between, filled with legal briefs and courtroom arguments, seemed to drag on as I eagerly anticipated what awaited me in a few days. The treadmill of legal responsibilities couldn't give way fast enough to the sight of an actual treadmill (preferably one with Jay's sexy butt running on it).

The week crawled along, each day an exercise in patience. The routine of legalities, once a dominant force in my life, now felt like an inconvenient detour from the gym sessions that had taken on a life of their own. The legal documents on my desk seemed to mock me, each paper whispering a reminder of the anticipation building for my next encounter with Jay.

Finally, the day arrived. I closed the heavy door of my office, leaving behind the looming stacks of paperwork. The familiar weight of the gym bag, packed and ready, offered a comforting contrast to the burdens of legal documentation. As I descended in the elevator, the anticipation bubbled within, and with each passing floor, the rhythmic beat of my heart seemed to echo the countdown to the gym.

As usual, I changed into my gym clothes in the locker room. This time, I wore a tank top that let my pecs poke out the sides, a bright red jockstrap from my days as a college athlete, and thin, white shorts, hoping that Jay might take notice.

"Hey, Drew! Ready for another round?" Jay called out as I left the locker room. This time, however, when he said "another round", I got the impression he might not just be talking about the workout.

"Yeah, let's do it," I replied, pushing aside the thoughts of what might happen after to focus on the workout ahead.

"Lookin' good, dude," Jay said with a smirk, as he studied my backside.

"Thanks, so do you!" I replied, admiring the muscular arms and chest that he seemed to show off proudly.

As Jay guided me through the warm-up, our innate desires were thankfully suppressed, replaced by a shared focus on the physical exertion at hand. The thoughts from the previous week lingered, but at least temporarily, could be set aside.

The workout progressed smoothly, the weights a familiar challenge, and Jay's encouragement kept me at a steady pace. "That's it, don't change that pace. Keep it going," he ordered. Throughout the session, I pushed myself to a greater extent than I'd managed before. The unspoken tension from our previous encounters seemed to manifest in the charged air of the gym, creating a magnetic pull between us. A couple of times, I felt him slap or grab my ass and smirk, clearly anticipating what we both knew would happen when we were done, even if we left it unspoken.

As we approached the bench press, the familiar routine took on a new layer of significance. The weights now carried the unspoken mental weight of anticipation. Jay's presence behind me, his eyes lingering on the contours that had caught his attention earlier, added a layer of intensity to the rhythm of the workout. By I finished the final rep, both our cocks were hard and leaking. I sat up, panting from both the exertion and the excitement, staring at his tented crotch.

"Good work today, Drew! Let's get cleaned up. Go to the locker room," he said. It sounded like he was ordering, not suggesting. I made my way to the locker room, but I was disappointed that this was the end of our training session. I'd figured we might have a repeat of our previous activities; he sure seemed like he'd wanted it too, but I guess not. Maybe I'd just imagined it?

I went to the toilet stalls to take a leak before I got changed, thinking about rubbing one out into the toilet. I decided against it and went back to the lockers to get my bag. There, I saw Jay leaning against the lockers, completely naked, and smirking. "Well?" He said. "It's not gonna suck itself, man."

My cock throbbed in lust as I knelt down in front of him and took his in my mouth. "Fuuuck..." he grunted as my warm mouth enveloped his big tool. "Sorry about that, I figured it would be better to do this in here. Didn't wanna run the risk of getting caught and both of us losing our jobs," Jay apologized. "Shit, that's good...ugh..."

I let my cocksucking speak for me. Never in a million years did I think I would be doing this, let alone be any good at it. But somehow, Jay seemed even more turned on than I was. He was pushing my head down onto him, fucking my face like he hadn't gotten off in a year. I grabbed his big, sweaty nuts and started fondling them, rolling them around and squeezing gently.

"Fuck, dude, keep that up and I'm gonna blow!" He warned.

I picked up the pace. Sucking, slurping, and gagging, my mouth became a blur of motion as I took his full length down my throat. He thrust into my mouth a few times, then pulled out, grabbing his cock and gripping it furiously.

"Oh, fuck! not yet, dude. Besides, I still owe you from last time." Jay pushed me against the lockers and bent down in front of me, and yanked my shorts down, exposing my cock sticking straight out of my jockstrap, which was soaked in precum. "Fuck dude, it's so fucking thick, no wonder it doesn't fit in your jockstrap." He started jacking it off, before cautiously taking my cockhead in his mouth.

"Fuuuuuck, oh fuck, yes, please, suck it!" I moaned, thrusting into his mouth, desperate for the release. He gagged a little and pulled off.

"Shit...I've never done anything like this before," he admitted.

"Just ease yourself onto it," I suggested. "Take it at your own pace."

Jay followed my advice and took it back in his mouth. Slowly, inch by inch, he eased his mouth further and further onto my big shaft, using it like a lollipop.

"Mmm, oh, FUCK, Jay, you're incredible..."

He began to bob his head up and down, and I could feel his throat contract around the head. He picked it up quickly and was soon deepthroating my cock, and jacking his off.

"Ungh, fuuuuck, dude, that's amazing, don't stop, pleeease..." I moaned, unable to control the words escaping my mouth.

"Holy fuck, dude, I'm not gonna last long if you keep this up."

I could tell he was starting to like it. His own cock was rock hard and dripping, and he was reaching under and playing with his balls as he sucked. He took his mouth off of my cock and licked a stripe from the base all the way to the head, and then deepthroated me again.

Jay's tongue swirled around the tip, licking the precum as it flowed. His saliva mixed with it, forming a mixture of precum and spit, that he used to lube up my entire shaft.

"I'm getting close, Jay," I warned. He kept up a steady pace, and I felt the muscles in my abdomen begin to tense.

"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, OH FUCK, I'm gonna blow..."

Jay took his mouth off and started pumping his fist up and down the shaft, his lips inches away from the head. "FUUUUCK!!!!" I roared. I let out a loud grunt, and the first shot hit his face. Then the next. And the next. My cock was shooting like a fountain, and it coated his face and chest, his hair, and his stomach.

"Fuck, dude, you have no idea how much I needed that," I said. 

"You know," he noted, taking a small taste of my load, "they say cum is pretty much pure protein."

"Imagine if they mass-produced this stuff by the barrel," I said. Jay laughed.

"I was hornier than a rabbit when I walked in here. Thanks for that," I panted.

"What do you mean? We're not done yet," he said, his face still covered in my jizz. "Take your shirt off," he ordered, as he walked into the showers and turned one of the showerheads on. I stripped off my shirt as I followed him. The warm water and steam now surrounded us, and he bent me over a nearby bench and spread my cheeks. I felt his tongue slide into my asscrack, sending shivers through my body as it touched against my virgin asshole. His stubble brushed against my skin, giving me goosebumps. Like most guys, I'd played around with some fingers on rare occasion, but I'd never had another guy anywhere near my butt. I felt his tongue swirl around and start to slide into my tight pucker. "Oh shitttt...ugghhhhh..." I groaned, as this unexpected turn of events sent my body into overdrive.

I felt my trainer slide a finger into me. "Fuck, you're so tight I can barely get it in," Jay growled. I grunted as his finger slid deeper inside, slowly and deliberately. I was a whimpering, moaning mess by the time his whole finger was in. He wiggled it a bit, and the sensation was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. "Ugghhhh...oh fuck, dude, right there, uggghhh..."

He slipped another finger in and began to scissor his fingers, opening me up. He must have been using his other hand to stroke himself, because I heard him groan, "Fuck, you're so tight, I can't wait to feel you around me."

Suddenly, he stood up and his fingers disappeared. The sound of his hand lubing his cock up echoed through the locker room, and I felt him put his cockhead against my asshole. He held it there for a minute, teasing me. Then, without warning, he slid the head in.

"F-f-f-u-c-k, Jay, uggghhhh, it's so big, I'm not sure I can take it all," I moaned.

"Just relax, Drew. It's just like our workouts; if you breathe, take it steady, and focus, you can do it." 

"Fuuuucking shiiiiit..." I growled as he slid in deeper. I realized he was right, and tried to use the same mental techniques from the training sessions. Instantly, I started to feel more relaxed, it started to hurt less, and I could feel it going in deeper.

"Fuck, you've got such a tight little hole man. You're fucking milking me..." he panted, as he continued to push himself into me.

Finally, he was in all the way, and the sensation was incredible. I felt him grab my shoulders, and then his cock started moving in and out.

"Feel it against your prostate?" he growled. I could only grunt as he began slowly deep-dicking my ass.

"Fuck yeah, just like that, take it deep," he said, the pleasure beginning to outweigh the pain. "You can do this, man!" He began fucking into me at a faster pace, hitting my prostate like a battering ram.

"Ugggh, shit, fuck, holy SHIT, that's huge! Ugggh, fuck! faster, ugggh, FASTER, YES, JAY, UGGGGHHH..." I yelled, as he began to slam his cock into my tight asshole.

"Oh fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck, dude, I can't believe we're doing this..." he moaned. "Man, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," Jay growled, his hands gripping my muscular shoulders tightly. "The way you flaunted that jockstrap for me, I could barely keep myself off of you the whole time. You don't know what you do to me."

I was groaning and growling too loudly to respond coherently, but my mind fully returned the sentiment. "I'm not stopping until you nut again," Jay grunted, as he continued pounding me.

"Oh god, dude, fuck, keep that up and it's not gonna be long," I warned.

"Good," he said. He pulled his dick almost all the way out and slammed it back into me.

"SHIT, DUDE, UGGGHHHH, FUCK, GODDAMN, FUUUCK!"

Jay thrusted so hard into me that his balls slapped against mine. It was pure, animalistic lust. Our grunts and moans filled the room, echoing against the tiled walls. The familiar cadence of sex and the primal need to cum drove us forward.

"F-f-f-fu-uck, I'm getting close," I grunted, the pressure building, begging for release.

"Me, too," Jay agreed. He gripped my hips and began plowing me as hard and fast as he could.

"Come on, cum for me. Cum for me while I fuck your tight ass," he growled, and the sound of his voice was enough to send me over the edge.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!" I grunted as I began to shoot ropes of thick, white spunk onto the bench under me. "Agghhh God! Fuuuuck yeah!" I growled, releasing a load so intense, it felt like I'd never cum before. My own orgasm tightened my asshole enough to send Jay over the edge, too.

"Oh, fuck, here it cums! Fuckin' take it! Fuck, ugghhh, shit, fuck, FUUUUCK!" He yelled, and unloaded deep inside me. His hot, thick, sticky load shot into me, coating my insides. He pulled out, and I collapsed onto the bench while he sat down on the one next to me.

"Holy fucking shit, dude," I panted.

"That was incredible," he agreed. "We should probably get cleaned up, though. Gym's closing soon!" I laughed. My ass and his face were both covered in so much jizz, it might take a power-washer to clean us off.

We soaped each other up, and I managed to shoot a third load before we finished. I got dressed and headed out, wondering what next week would have in store for us.