The Personal Trainer - Part 2

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In the days following our raunchy, steamy encounter in the gym showers, I spent most of my time reliving the experience. Every pair of underwear that I put on became almost instantly soaked with pre-cum, but it was worth it.

Part of me still couldn't quite believe that what had happened was even real. Chase wasn't one of those guys who I suspected was secretly gay. He had a beautiful girlfriend who was almost always in his presence, and a child too! My personal trainer was by far one of the straightest people I knew, and yet he'd allowed me to jerk him off and taste his seed.

It was certainly a confusing scenario, but he'd also hinted that our first encounter may not be our last. It was this that excited me most.

Despite the fact that I was abnormally horny, and my mind raced with dirty thoughts about my personal trainer, I was also incredibly nervous to return to the gym. What if he had spent time thinking about it too, and regretted it now? What if he'd told his girlfriend? Was I a home wrecker for doing this? Had I potentially destroyed his family?

I entered the gym and did my best to act as casually as I always did. I found Troy in the corner, and beside him, Chase. No matter how many times I looked at the beautiful young man, my heart leapt. He was almost painfully good looking, and now that I'd also seen the rest of him, I could confirm that he had the full package, literally.

"Hey man" Chase nodded, and I nodded back. "Why don't you get started with some cardio" he told me, "I'll be with you in just a minute".

It was as standard a greeting as any, and I was somewhat relieved. If I had caused any problems in his life, his reaction would probably have been different. I stuffed my bag into a locker and got started.

My body was still quite sore after my last workout, but unlike all the other times, I had been extremely eager to get back. Chase had said that if I keep up the good work, he would consider rewarding me for it, and if that was the case, I was about to become the best damn athlete in the country.

By the time he'd finished speaking to Troy, Chase disappeared but returned a moment later and walked over to me with a grin on his handsome face. I was already sweating as I powered through the treadmill.

"You're ten minutes early" he smirked, and pushed the button to speed me up.

"Oh really" I gasped, becoming breathless "I didn't realise".

He gave me a look which showed that he didn't believe a word of it and began to set the place up. I couldn't take my eyes off him. Even as my legs ached and my lungs burned, I watched him. He looked as perfect as always, with a pair of tight black shorts that accentuated his perky butt and even his large bulge. A t-shirt had been stretched over his torso, almost bursting at the seams, and I felt my cock stiffen.

"Battle Ropes" he said, returning to me and turning off the treadmill.

They were one of my least favourite activities, but suddenly anything that Chase suggested was perfect, and I almost ran at them.

He stood behind me once more, placed his strong hands around my waist and whispered in my ear.

"Legs apart, back straight, butt out".

Something about the way he spoke sounded less like Personal Trainer Chase, and more like Shower Chase, and I much preferred Shower Chase.

I got into position, my tool stirring once more, and grabbed the heavy ropes. Just as I did, Troy called over.

"Thanks for this, Chase!" He said, his bag over his shoulder, "I'll only be an hour, I'll lock the door when I'm leaving".

"No sweat, man" Chase called back, keeping his hands around me, "take your time".

As Troy walked out, I noticed that we were the only two left in the gym. The click of the lock sounded, and instantly my mind began to wander.

"Thirty seconds" he said, and swatted me on the ass.

My eyes widened, and now my cock was hard.

I began, feeling the instant strain in my shoulders as I shook the stupid ropes. It looked easy enough, but there was nothing easy about Battle Ropes.

Chase counted down, going extra slow as usual until I groaned in pain, and finally he called it.

"Skipping rope" he said, handing it to me, and with only a few seconds of rest, I began.

The handsome fitness guru stood before me, watching intently as I skipped.

"Troy had to go and pick his girlfriend up from the airport" he told me, not taking his eyes from my body, "so it's just you and me for a while".

I was too breathless to reply, but as his eyes found my evident erection, I didn't need to.

"Why don't you get out of those sweaty clothes" he said, "I want to keep a better eye on your form today".

I released the skipping rope mid skip and it flew through the air and tangled around a light overhead. Had I just heard Chase correctly?

I looked at him, he looked at the light and my eyes widened.

"Huh?" I gasped, almost certain that I had misheard him.

A cute smile spread across his face as he stared at me again.

"Strip" he winked, and walked across the gym to grab some water.

It was as if Chase could read my thoughts. Doing a naked workout with my handsome trainer had been a long time fantasy of mine, though it also involved him being naked too, and that didn't appear to be happening anytime soon.

I hesitated first, worried about my straining hard-on before realising that not only had Chase already seen it, but he'd nutted on it too. I glanced back at him as he walked toward me, had I really heard him correctly?

"Are... Are you sure?" I asked, wiping sweat from my brow as he retrieved the skipping rope and nodded.

My heart began to race as I peeled off my t-shirt.

"You're looking stronger" he said, standing back and observing my naked torso, "nice job".

"Thanks" I smiled awkwardly as I kicked off my shoes.

Did he want me completely naked? If not, where did I stop? He hadn't said anything yet, and so I slowly slid my shorts down my legs until I stood only in a pair of white boxer briefs, the outline of my erection clearly visible.

Chase stared at it, but again, he didn't say a thing. Obviously he wanted me to continue, and so I did. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear and slid them down until my boner slapped off my groin, a moment later I stood naked before him.

"Keep going" he said, throwing me the skipping rope as he sat on the exercise ball.

I felt rather ridiculous as I began skipping naked before him. My cock bounced up and down, my balls did too, and I noticed that Chase kept a close eye on them as I finished my set. My cheeks burned red, and a smile crossed his face.

"Squats" he told me, taking the rope.

This would certainly be an interesting exercise given my current state. Chase got into position behind me, and I felt his firm hands around my naked waist.

"You'll cripple yourself if you don't start listening to me" he smirked from behind, and pulled my shoulders back until my spine was perfectly straight.

We crouched in place for a moment before I felt his hands cup my butt, my cock twitched and my eyes widened as he did.

"And down" he whispered, and I obeyed.

I felt my bubble butt spread apart as I lowered myself down, and my tool was now pulsing hard. Chase continued to hold my ass, and I was sure that I felt him pull my cheeks open slightly. A flush of embarrassment washed over me.

"Lower" he said, and once again, I obeyed.

The strain in my legs became second priority. If Chase wanted me to squat for the rest of my life, I would. As I dropped down again, he removed one hand from my butt and ran his finger softly across my hole, sending a shiver straight up my spine.

I gasped. My legs began to shake, and suddenly I was on my back.

"You need to keep your legs strong" he laughed, his perfect white teeth flashing as he stood over me.

From this angle, Chase's large bulge blocked half of his face, and my boner continued to twitch.

"Here, let me show you" he continued, but as I moved to get up, he placed his sneaker on my chest and lowered me back down.

"You'll get a better view from there" he smirked, and I watched in utter amazement as my personal trainer slid his shorts and underwear down his muscular legs, and pulled them over his shoes.

My jaw dropped as his heavy looking cock and balls hung over me. I became frozen in place.

"This is how low I want your butt" he said, and stepped over me, a foot on each side of my head so I was staring directly up at his smooth taint.

I couldn't help myself, I reached for my own throbbing cock and squeezed a glob of pre-cum onto my pubes.

"Hands by your side" he said sternly, catching me in the act.

The way he was speaking to me now was exactly the way he'd spoken to me the last day. The stern, authoritative, yet kind words were enough to make me cum on their own.

I dropped my rod as Chase took perfect position above me. His full, long balls hung down, and a moment later he lowered himself and I watched in awe as his plump cheeks spread to reveal a perfect, pink asshole.

I expected him to stop at any second, but Chase squatted lower, and without warning, his warm, smooth hole pushed against my lips.

I couldn't do a thing but leak and enjoy the feeling of his lips against mine. His balls rested over my eyes, and everything was dark and wonderful.

"You need to make sure that your knees stay strong, so that you can either keep yourself in this position, or lift yourself up at any time. Do you understand?" He asked, and I could hear the grin on his face as my mouth pressed firmly against his butt hole.

I mumbled into him.

"Good" he said, and shot up quickly, leaving me hornier than I had ever been in his life.

Chase remained naked from the waist down as he helped me to my feet, and a moment later I was back in position.

His cock was flaccid, but still close in size to my piss-hard boner which refused to go down. He watched me intently once more, now more focused on my form than my body, and had me squat until I couldn't squat anymore.

By the time I was finished, my rod had softened but continued to spill strings of pre-cum onto the mat.

"Push ups" he said, and other than Battle Ropes, I hated these the most.

I groaned as I got into position, but Chase decided to change things up. He sat down on the floor, spreading his legs apart so that I had the perfect view of his junk and beckoned me forward with his finger.

I froze for a second, still in shock that the two of us were naked, before crawling like an idiot toward him.

"Good boy" he laughed, "I'll be sure to bring a collar for you next time".

"Shut up" I growled, my cheeks burning.

I stopped near his feet, but he continued to instruct me closer. By the time he stopped me, my head was just inches above his crotch, and the hot, manly scent poured into my nostrils, causing my cock to harden once more.

"Hands on my thighs" he said, and I stared at him until he nodded eagerly.

Awkwardly, I lifted my right hand and placed it on his rock hard thigh. It felt like I was touching warm concrete. I did the same with my other hand before he nodded.

"Now get into position, legs straight, on your toes".

"I'll fall" I said, staring down at his succulent looking groin.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure you'd hate to fall down there" he scoffed.

I slid my legs back, keeping them together and struggled as I held the position.

"Each time you go down, I want you to kiss the tip of my cock" he said, and I slipped and fell immediately.

Chase laughed before helping me back into position.

"I told you if you work hard, I'll reward you, so work hard!"

Every time I thought that it couldn't get better, it did. My mind raced as I strained against his firm thighs and slowly lowered myself down.

I watched as his cock got closer and closer. My arms shook and my body trembled, but eventually my head pushed between his legs and I pressed my lips against the smooth warmth of his large cock.

"And up" he said, and with all my strength I managed it.

"Keep going".

Down I went, kissing his helmet again before pushing up. Down, kiss, up, down, kiss, up. I no longer hated push ups. Sure, I still sucked at them, but the reward for a single one far outweighed the negatives.

"Alright, you're making me horny" Chase laughed, and the idea that I, a man, had the power to make Chase, a brutally straight, unbelievably beautiful, hot young trainer horny, almost made me moan.

He had me lift weights, perform some mildly embarrassing naked knee-ups, use some of the machinery and finally, a warm down which consisted off some very intimate stretching, some of which led to his long pole brushing off various parts of my naked body.

It felt like I had died and gone to heaven, and as the hour came to a close, I almost couldn't contain myself for the shower. I had been erect for ninety percent of the workout, and genuinely couldn't remember ever being as horny in my life. I imagined the taste of his cum again, perhaps this time he'd let me get it out myself. As I headed eagerly for the locker rooms, I looked back to find him fully dressed.

"W... What are you doing?" I asked, my mouth wide.

Chase glanced over at me and shrugged.

"I've got another three clients today, bro" he said, almost apologetically, "but I left something for you in your locker. A reward for your hard work today" he added with a wink.

I felt deflated. All I could think about for the last hour was what he would do to me in the showers. I nodded sadly and walked inside.

"What a dick" I growled to myself, pulling open my locker to find my bag as well as a note.

I've worn these almost daily for the last week. I was gonna throw them out, because I've busted about five loads in them since our little shower fiasco, but I think a little slut like you would find better use for them. Sniff em, suck em, wear em, but no cumming until I say so. See you on Friday, slut boy.

I read the note over and over and over again, and each time I did, my cock spilled more fluid onto the floor. I reached further into the locker until my hand closed around something soft and moist. I pulled it out and stared at a pair of once-white briefs.

Instantly, the stench of cum hit me and I opened them up to find yellowing patches of seed. Some of it was still wet, and as I brought it to my mouth and nose, I inhaled deeply and squeezed more juice from my tool.

"No cumming?" I said to myself as I read the note again, and shoved both the note and the briefs into my bag. "Why no cumming?"

Regardless of the reasons, Chase was becoming more and more interesting every day. As I stood under the shower, my rock hard cock still twitching violently, I decided that whatever my personal trainer wanted me to do, or not to do, I would obey him.

In his own words, I was his slut boy now.