The Gym Bros - Part 2

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Part 2 of... Who knows?

Once again, the gym was empty when I arrived for the first of many personal training sessions. By now, the actual workout was the last thing on my mind. Whatever Tristan had meant when he said that he knows what motivates me, was something that I needed to explore, but I was also completely terrified.

I'd known I was gay for quite some time, but that was a secret that I had planned to take to my grave. Now however, it seemed that I'd all but told Tristan, and was I imagining things when I considered that he was going to somehow use it as a tool?

As nervous as I was, I was also extremely excited. I mean, who wouldn't be? Tristan was hot, and apparently he was quite willing to expose himself to me, but I couldn't risk anymore awkward erections, so before I arrived, I made sure to wear the tightest pair of briefs that I could find, to keep my cock in place.

I expected to see Jason behind the desk as usual, but after a few minutes of walking mindlessly around the gym, I realised that neither of them were anywhere to be found. I pushed inside the doors to the pool, expecting Tristan to be soaring through the water as usual, but again, it was empty.

When I returned back to the gym and sat on one of the machines, I began to wonder if this had all been a joke. Was Tristan just playing with me? Was Jason in on it too? As I pondered that cruel situation, the door to the changing room burst open, and my eyes widened.

"Right on time" Jason grinned, and my eyes trailed his half naked body as my cock instantly began to swell.

He wore only a pair of tight fitting shorts, and trainers. Nothing else. His abs were solid, as was every other muscle on his beautifully sculpted body. His nipples were dark and large, and inside the shorts, his bulge was mesmerising.

"I've just been working out myself" he told me, flexing his biceps, "hope you don't mind".

I couldn't even speak, I simply shook my head like a zombie as the stunning young man began to set the weights for me.

"Let's go" he said, and I pulled myself from the gaze and shuffled over to him.

He turned back to me as I stood behind him and shook his head.

"I need to see the muscles working" he told me, "take off your shirt".

I gulped. I had always been a rather modest guy, and I guess Jason could tell by my reaction.

"Don't worry" he whispered, "look".

He nodded toward the front door, where Tristan had appeared in his usual attire of a pair of amazingly tight Speedos. The young man locked the door and pulled the blind down, giving us complete privacy for this very strange session.

I took a breath, my hands trembling as I peeled off my t-shirt, and eventually I stood there between the two superb gym bros, looking like a pencil.

"Not a bad foundation" Tristan said, taking my wrist and lifting my arm above my head.

Jason pressed his thumb against my chest, then trailed it down my side until it reached the waistband of my shorts. I had never been more thankful for briefs in my life.

"Time to make you sweat, man" he smirked, and the two of them led me toward a mat on the ground.

"Lie on your back" Tristan said, helping me down, and from this angle, all I could see were their bulges.

"Start with some easy sit ups" Jason said, holding my ankles, and I waited for Tristan to stop straddling me so I could begin, but he simply stood there, with a foot either side of me.

"Um... I can't do it when you're right there" I told him, and his grin widened.

"Sure you can" he said, and my heart beat a little faster.

Jason squeezed me, as though it was my cue to begin, and so a little awkwardly, I began.

I knew what was going to happen, and I knew that Tristan knew what was going to happen, too. As my body lifted up, my face came closer and closer to his Speedo clad crotch, and then I felt it press against my mouth and nose, and I dropped back and stared at him wide eyed.

"One" he smirked, and beckoned me to do it again.

"I... I uh..."

"Come on" Jason said, "no time for resting yet".

With my brain muddled, I went again.

I watched his package get closer to me once more, and pushed my face into it. My cock strained in my briefs, and I was sure I felt his one do the same.

"Two" he said, as I lay back down.

This was unbelievable. Neither of them seemed even remotely bothered by the fact that it was happening, so I did it again.

I wasn't even paying attention to the ache in my stomach. It was admittedly a fantastic way to keep my mind off the fact that I was actually working out, because all I could focus on now, was burying my face in the warmth of Tristan's junk.

Each time I sat up, his cock seemed a little harder against my face. I could smell him, too. It was a fresh, yet sharp scent of masculine musk that filled my lungs with each huff. I could have quite easily spent the entire hour doing this, but after twenty of the beautiful sit ups, both of them got off me.

"Nice work" Jason said from above, holding out his hand which I took.

The two of them led me over to a machine as I hugged my bare torso. I still couldn't get my head around what was happening.

"Slide your legs in here" Tristan ordered, "you're going to keep your head back and lift twelve times".

I nodded as he set the weight, and before I began, the bench I had my back on, fell backwards until I was looking up at the ceiling.

The sight was short lived. In the corner of my eye, I could see Jason. I had to do a double take as the muscular young man lowered his shorts to his ankles and stepped out of them. When he turned back to me, his cock and balls hung limply under a bush of thick pubic hair, and I froze.

"Are you sure this will motivate him?" He asked Tristan who laughed.

"Only one way to find out, I guess" he shrugged, and I watched in awe as the beautiful gym owner straddled my face so that I was staring up at his hairy taint. I felt my cock spill pools of pre-cum into my briefs.

"I hope you don't mind if I get some squats in while you're working out" Jason grinned down to me, and as I watched his cock, balls and hole get closer to my face, I felt a hand squeeze my own dick.

"Come on" Tristan told me, "no lazing around".

I lifted my legs, feeling the weight burn in my calves, but once again, it wasn't the workout that I was focused on. Jason's sweaty, yet fresh genitals pressed down on my face, and his aroma soared through my airways.

His balls draped over my eyes, his fleshy cock lay against my forehead, and his ripe, musky hole puckered over my mouth. I didn't care about the workout anymore, I needed to cum, and I needed to cum now.

As Jason stood back up, leaving me gasping with pleasure, I began thrusting my hips into the air. I heard Tristan laugh.

"Once your session is over" he told me, squeezing the outline of my erection once again, "then we'll let you cum".

I whimpered as Jason sat back down on my face, and held himself there until I lifted the weights once more. This was fucking bizarre, in the best possible way.

I have no idea how long it lasted for, but by the time Jason finished squatting on my face, the permanent taste and stench from his ass and balls seemed to be stuck to me. I was weak with pleasure and exhaustion now.

"Alright, time to ramp this up a bit" Tristan announced, and as I stood up, he lay down.

I watched him as Jason got me to my feet. He grabbed the waistband of his Speedos and slid them down his legs to reveal the very same amazing cock that he'd showed me once before already. It was coiled up like a snake, but unlike Jason, he was completely hairless.

"Push ups" he told me, "until this bad boy is hard in your throat".

I looked at Jason in shock, waiting for them to burst into laughter, but the guy simply nodded at me and so I sheepishly got into position with my hands either side of Tristan's toned waist.

I could smell his junk again, stronger this time, and inches from my face. As I waited in position, Jason's foot pressed against the middle of my bare back, and he slowly lowered me down.

"The longer you take to make it hard, the longer you'll be in that position" Tristan grinned down at me, and without thinking, I lipped his soft cock into my mouth and felt a surge of electric pleasure pulse through me.

My arms began to shake almost instantly, and when I pushed back up, his cock fell back onto his smooth groin with a slap.

They let me rest for a second before Jason pushed his foot back down, and I took Tristan's cock in my mouth again. If only I wasn't fighting for my life with these damn push ups, I would have spent the rest of my days slurping on his delicious tool.

I winced at the burn in my arms as I pushed back up, but this time I had felt his cock twitch. Tristan relaxed as Jason pushed me back down, and now I was determined to get him hard.

On and on it went, and each time I sucked his cock back into my mouth, he became more erect, until finally, it stood at full mast, and I shit you not, it must have been close to nine inches long.

"One more" he told me, holding his throbbing cock at the base and aiming it toward my mouth. "Get every inch of it down your throat and you can finish up".

I didn't want it to end. I wanted to spend the rest of the night there, sucking on this beautiful treat that had been presented to me, but my arms were on the verge of giving up, so I knew I only had one more shot at it.

I lowered myself down this time, opening my mouth was wide as I could until his pole pushed between my lips and slid deeper and deeper into my throat. It tasted as good as it looked, slightly salty and now coated in pre-cum.

I felt my throat muscles expand around his helmet, and gagged violently as more and more of it entered me, then just as I was about to give up, Jason's foot returned and shoved me the rest of the way.

Fully impaled by Tristan's mammoth cock, breathing was impossible. I lay there for a moment, my nose buried against his smooth groin, and my chin pressed against his soft balls, until finally Jason pulled me off it.

I sat back on my ankles, coughing and sucking air into my lungs, and Tristan stood up and pulled his Speedo's back on.

"Nice work" he told me, rubbing my head, "but I don't think that warrants an orgasm, do you, Jason?" He asked, as I continued to gasp breathlessly.

Jason got down on his hunkers next to me and grinned as he pulled out the waistband of my shorts and peered inside.

"Nah" he said, "I think he can wait another few days".

As the two beautiful gym bros stood back up, I couldn't help but feel that my rightful place was right here, on my knees between them.

"See you on Wednesday" Tristan said, and as I got to my feet and gathered my belongings, I smiled at the fact that my sessions with Tristan and Jason were only just beginning.