The Gifford Prize

Peter could feel Mr. Gifford’s hands caressing his ass. He had fallen sleep after their lovemaking, but it seemed, as his benefactor wanted more.

“Are you awake Peter”?

“Yes sir” Peter could feel Gifford’s cock rubbing up against his back .

“I need your ass boy.”

Peter felt Gifford’s cock entering him again. This time the shaft felt harder and thicker.

“Your ass is so tight” Gifford was on top of him now.

Peter felt the man’s full weight on his back as Gifford rode his ass.

“You want my load son?”

“Yes, dad yes “Peter moaned as the man ejaculated into his butt.

“Breeding you good son” Gifford kissed Peter’s neck.

Peter was crazy with lust he wanted to cum. He reached down and felt his own hardness.

“Not now Peter” Gifford smacked Peter’s hand.

Peter needed to jerk off.

“You have to learn control Peter.”

Peter looked behind him and saw that Gifford was holding a leather strap.

“You need discipline boy.

Gifford whacked Peter on the butt.

Peter woke up from his dream. He was back in the guest room. Peter had fallen sleep in Gifford’s bedroom. Did he carry me back here? Peter wondered. He knew he had not dreamed their incestuous role-play fantasy. His ass still ached from the deep and satisfying fuck. Peter looked at his phone and realized he had overslept.

“Good morning, Peter “Mr. Gifford was sitting in the dining room eating breakfast.

“Good morning – sir” Peter had almost called his benefactor dad.

“Did you sleep well? “Gifford asked.

“Very well yes “Peter sat at the opposite end of the table. There was an impressive amount of food for him to savor, eggs, bacon, sausage, cereal, and toast.

“You must be hungry” Gifford pointing to the feast spread on the table.

“I don’t eat too much.”

Peter was overwhelmed by the quantity of food. His aunt was retired, and they lived on a limited income and could never afford such a feast.

“The kitchen staff will make you something else.”

“No this is fine sir” Pete served himself eggs and bacon.

Mr. Gifford and Peter finished their breakfast.

“Peter how much do you weigh?

“Not sure”

“You seem a bit thin to me"

“I have trouble gaining weight” Peter said.

“There is a supplement my company had developed I want you to start drinking it “

“If you want me to.”

“I insist! Peter do you ever work out?”

“Not really” Peter always felt intimidated by the boys at gym class.

“You are a smart young man, but brains are not enough for a successful life you must have a good body too.”

“Like you” Peter admired Mr. Gifford’s still athletic physique

“I wish I had time to train you myself, but my schedule is full.”

“I understand sir but I’m going back home tomorrow.”

“Peter would you like to live here? “

Peter could not believe what he had just heard.

“That would be great sir, but my aunt might not let me “

“Why not?”

“She needs me to run errands for her.”

“Don’t worry about that my boy. I will speak with your aunt, if she needs any help, I will make sure my company provides it.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“There is a full-size gym in the house I want you to use it. Tim loves it” Gifford was referring to his younger brother who was away at college.

“I’ll do my best sir.”

“I need to get back to work Peter, I will see you tonight.”

Peter found the gym. It was a large room filled with state-of-the-art weight machines. He tried working out, but he was not really motivated. Peter spent the day exploring Mr. Gifford’s library. He did not see his benefactor until the following morning.

“Good morning, Peter” Gifford said.

“Good morning, sir” Peter noticed a glass filled with a thick chocolate like liquid.

“That’s he supplements I want you to try” Gifford said.

“Of course, sir” Peter drank the shake.

“It has vitamins, minerals and muscle building formula.”

‘Taste good”Peter licked his lips

“Excellent- its safe trust me – I would never give you anything that was not healthy, maybe it will open up your appetite too.”

Peter served himself eggs and a toast.

“You did not work out yesterday,” Gifford said.

“I tried to sir.”

“Books are great for the brain but not the body son.”

Peter wondered if there was security camera in the library.

“I know sir but I’m just not into exercise.”

“You need the right motivator.”

“Perhaps you are right.”

“I contacted one of the best Frank Mora.”

“Who is that?” Peter asked.

“He is top of the line fitness trainer.”

“If you think he can help me.”

“Mora is also a personal friend; he will stay in the house while I’m away.”

“Are you going on a trip?”

“I need to take care of some business in Europe “

“Cool”

“Maybe next time I’ll take you “

Peter went back to the library. He had planned to spend another quiet day reading. He was looking at a map of Europe and wondering what country Mr. Gifford’s destination,

“You must be Peter? ‘’Peter heard as deep masculine voice. He looked up from his book and saw a muscular Latino man walking toward him.

“Yes sir”

“I’m Frank Mora” Mora shook Peter’s hand with a powerful grip. Mora was 5’10 200lbs. He had a shaved head and thick dark beard.

“Nice to meet you sir.”’

“You can call me coach.”

“Yes sir”

“Change into some workout clothes and I’ll meet you in the gym.”

Peter did not like the way he looked in the loose-fitting t-shirt and shorts. He was eighteen but his body did feel underdeveloped.

“Let’s take some measurements to see how you progress.”

Mora made Peter get on the scale.

“You need to gain muscle.”

“I am too thin for that.

“Trust me son, I was a thin as you at your age.”

Peter could not believe this muscular hairy man was ever thin.

“Let’s take some before and after photos too.”

Mora took his phone and made Peter stand against the wall.

“Take off your t-shirt.”

Peter did what Mora told him as the trainer snapped photos.

“Now let’s start with some stretching.”

Peter did everything that Mora told him to do. He was not happy, but he followed the trainer instructions. It was tough at first and had almost given up, but he did want to please Mr. Gifford.

“Mora says you are doing great Peter” Mr. Gifford was face timing him from Spain.

“I’m doing my best” Peter swallowed his supplemental drink.

“Peter I’m sorry but the trip will take longer than I thought.”

“I understand sir.”

“It’s a good thing Coach Mora is there to keep you company.” Peter smiled it was true Mora had become like a second father to him.

Peter was exhausted from his workouts that he just wanted to sleep. He still had erotic dream about his benefactor, but he also had started dreaming about Coach Mora. They would take long showers together after their workouts. Mora reminded him of his late father who had also been an athlete.

“I got something for you sport” Mora put down the leather backpack he was carrying.

“What is it coach? “

“Put this on “Mora handed a Peter a box containing a jock strap.

“I never wore one of these.”

“It’s what every man should wear at the gym” Mora pulled down his shorts displaying his own jock strap.

Peter took off his shorts and briefs.

“Let’s see how it fits.”

Peter put on the jockstrap.

“Perfecto” Mora said.

Peter did like the way the jock strap made his ass look. Mora had been making him do exercises to develop his butt muscles.

“I like the way this feels.”

Peter turned around and displayed his ass to the older man who snapped some shots with his phone.

“ Muy bien hijo”

“My Spanish is not so good “

“But your Latino like me “

“Yes, but I never really spoke Spanish at home, but I do understand it”

“Tu padre not te lo enseno” Mora said.

“No, my father was not around.”

“ Yo entiendo hijo” Mora hugged the boy. Peter had almost called the coach dad, but he felt that was term that he should only use with Mr. Gifford.

“Thank you for your help, Coach” Peter said.

Mora wanted Peter to feel comfortable so he could take this personal training to the next level.

“I think we need to do a special work out today?” Mora said pulling off his t-shirt revealing a hairy chest.

“What kind of work out?”

Mora reached into Peter’s jockstrap and stroked the teenager's cock.

“Coach what are you doing”

“Don’t you like it, Peter?”

The eighteen-year-old boy responded to the trainer’s hands as they massaged his muscles making him get and erection.

“Tu quieres mi pinga” Mora pulled down his jock strap exposing his uncut eight-inch cock.

Peter knelt in front of the trainer and started sucking the man’s cock.

“Bien hijo bien” Mora was enjoying Peters mouth on his hard shaft.

Pete loved the musky scent of the man as he swallowed the cock.

“Chupame bien” Mora fucked Peter’s mouth.

Mora lifted Peter and placed him on a training bench. He bent the boy’s leg over his head exposing his butt hole. Mora stared rimming Peter.

“Te gusta mi lengua hijo”

“Oh, that feels good” Peter was loving Mora’s thick tongue inside his ass.

“Tu tienes un rico culo” Mora spit into Peters hole

Peter felt Mora’s fingers exploring his butt hole.

“More please coach” Peter pleaded.

“I brought another gift” Mora reached into his backpack.

“What is it” Peter looked back and saw Mora was holding a black butt.

plug.

“You ever use one?“

Peter watched his coach lubricate the sex toy.

“Let’s start with 5 inches” Mora inserted the dildo into Peter’s ass.

“That feels good” Peter was enjoying getting fucked by the dildo.

“I brought a bigger one” Mora took out a 7-inch dildo out the bag.

Peter lifted his legs letting Mora plunge the bigger dildo into his ass.

“You like this one more?”

The hardness was driving Peter wild with lust. He loved the was that his as was responding to this new sensation.

“Yes coach! “Peter said.

Mora manipulated the dildo into Peter’s ass faster and deeper.

. “You do it” Mora let Peter fuck himself with the toy.

Mora took out his cock and started jerking off.

“Quieres leche hijo?” Mora erect cock was inches from Peter’s mouth

“Yes “Peter stuck out his tongue.

Morae ejaculated on Peter’s face. The teenager could not get enough of the man’s cum. Peter used his tongue to savor every ounce of the Latino’s man load.

“Bien hijo” Mora kissed the boy on the lips.

“Love you coach” Peter hugged Mora.

Mr. Gifford was in hotel suite in Spain when he heard his phone signal a message from Coach Mora

“Good evening Mr. Gifford”

“Nice to see you Mr. Mora.”

Mr. Gifford was looking at Mora’s face on his phone.

“Did you see the video I sent you?”

“Yes, it was very stimulating.”

“Peter is eager to please.”

“Indeed”

“He really responded to the training.”

“I knew he would respond to you.”

“Because I look like his father?’’

“Perhaps”

“Peter needs love.”

“And discipline “Mr. Gifford said.

“It’s good he has to men who care about him.”

“Yes, he is very fortunate young man.”

“He still needs more training.”

“Perhaps I will participate on one of the sessions.”

“Peter would love that.”

“I’m sure he will, keep me informed of his progress, good night Mr. Mora.”

“Good night Mr. Gifford’

Mr. Gifford shut off his phone. He went to his laptop and clicked on a file marked Peter. The images of the young man modeling the jock strap were stunning. Mora was shaping the teenager’s body into a living work of art. Mr. Gifford knew he had made the right decision in getting Peter a personal trainer.