The Personal Trainer

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"Keep those knees up!"

God my personal trainer was a complete fucking drag, but I'd noticed some major improvements since I began almost two months ago, so deep down I had huge respect for the ripped twenty-three-year-old.

"Ten more seconds!" Chase clapped, and the sweat was pouring into my eyes at this point.

"Three... Two..."

The burn in my legs was becoming ferocious, but Chase continued pushing.

"Give me five more, come on bro, you've got this!"

I cried out as he counted down, and by the time he called it, my legs had given up and he grabbed me as I fell back.

"Nice job" he smirked, lowering me onto the padded floor, "now let me see some curls".

I groaned as I lay there breathlessly. I was in good shape to begin with, but at eighteen, I wanted to be muscular rather than lean. Chase was certainly driving me in the right direction, but I wasn't sure how much more I could take.

"Come on" the handsome trainer grinned down, grabbing my hand and pulling me to my unsteady feet.

"Dude" I gasped, wavering as I stood, "I... I need a break".

"Bullshit" he laughed, and handed me two dumbbells.

Other than the noticeable improvements to my physique, there was another reason why I continued to come back to Chase in the gym. He was fucking stunning.

He stood in front of me, his legs spread and his large package bulging in his tight shorts. I tried to keep my eyes on him as he began to count each curl, but the more I stared, the harder it became to concentrate.

"Hey" he barked, clicking his fingers, "eyes up here".

My face burned red. Had he just caught me staring at his junk? I obeyed him instantly, and noticed the sly smirk on his face. Damn, I was an idiot.

"Ten more, let's go" he said, and stood behind me now, keeping his open hands under my straining arms as I groaned.

"Come on man" he growled, smacking my forearms, "my four year old can lift more than this".

I knew the guy was straight, mainly because his super model girlfriend spent almost every waking minute of the day in the gym, but I hadn't known he was a dad.

"Keep your back straight" he told me, and wrapped his strong hands around my slender hips and put me into position.

Every time Chase touched me, I buzzed. It was like he could press a button that instantly made me swoon. Why was he so fucking hot?

"We've got ten minutes left" he told me, keeping his hands on my waist as I gasped, groaned and struggled with the weights.

"Skipping or squats, your choice".

Neither sounded particularly enjoyable in my current state, but squats meant one thing besides the burning pain.

"Squats" I whimpered, and Chase took the weights from me and I slumped back onto an exercise ball.

I watched as he returned the dumbbells. His perfect bubble butt looked as though it would burst through his tight shorts. He was easily the most handsome man I had ever come across. His short blonde hair complimented his beautifully tanned face perfectly, and his huge green eyes made my heart jump every time he looked at me.

"Take off your shirt" he said, which had recently become quite standard during my workouts.

I wasn't too sure why my trainer always wanted me to complete the last few minutes half naked, but I felt contented with my fantasy that it was because he wanted to see my body.

"So I can keep an eye on your form" he grinned, as if reading my mind.

I got back to my feet and peeled my sweat drench t-shirt off. Chase watched me before standing behind me once again.

"Brace your core" he told me, "keep your chest proud"

As he spoke, his hands travelled across certain parts of my naked torso. If he continued like this, I'd pop a boner.

"Pull back your shoulders" he continued, placing his hands there as though he was about to give me a massage.

One could only hope.

"I want a straight back, curve that spine inwards" he said, trailing his index finger fully down the centre of my back and causing me to shiver as he reached the waistband of my shorts.

Perhaps it had been my imagination, but it felt, for a split second, like the man left it there for a moment too long.

"Bend your knees, and down".

As I performed my first squat, my eyes widened. Chase's hands cupped my butt and remained there as I lowered myself down and got back up.

"Lower" he said, and I was almost certain that I felt a squeeze.

"Bring that butt all the way down".

I went again, still acutely aware that my personal trainer was holding my ass, and squatted once more.

"Much better. Good man" he told me, and released my cheeks.

Part of me wanted to do it wrong again, just to feel him touch me once more.

"Hey Chase, I've got to lock up early" Troy, the owner of the gym called, "any chance you guys could finish up?"

"Sure thing, bro" Chase said, "come on, you got lucky with that one" he laughed to me.

The two of us gathered our stuff and walked toward the changing rooms, and as we did, it hit me. I'd known the guy a couple of months, and had been fantasising over him ever since, but never once had I been lucky enough to be his last client of the day, and that meant, I had never showered with him.

As the two of us reached the warm, sweaty room, I felt my cock stir in my shorts. This was going to be an extremely difficult experience if Chase did shower. How would I simultaneously wash, glimpse at his naked body, and keep my own dick from giving away my secret?

"You watch the game at the weekend?" He asked, pulling open his locker and taking out a towel.

A spark of excitement rushed through me as Chase pulled off his shirt.

"Are you too exhausted to talk?" He laughed, turning to me and once again catching me perving over him.

"Oh... Uh... I um... No..."

Chase laughed and my cheeks burned again as I grabbed my own towel. God I was so fucking awkward around him.

When I turned back again, my eyes almost burst from my head. Chase was now completely naked, his beautiful smooth buns, tanned to perfection, and as plump as a partridge were looking back at me, and my cock twitched.

"I missed it" he sighed, "that's the joys of having kids I guess".

I laughed, a little louder than I intended to, because as I did, Chase turned around.

"What did I tell you about those eyes?" He grinned, and walked into the showers, leaving me alone in my underwear.

"Fuck!" I spat to myself, but part of me didn't even care that he'd caught me.

His cock was like a baby's arm between his muscular thighs. It hung and swung as he walked, and his long, heavy balls bounced gently with each stride. I had no idea how I was going to stand in the shower with him and keep my already semi-erect cock, soft.

I slid my briefs down and stuffed them into my locker, slapping my dick angrily as I followed him inside. I wasn't as well endowed as Chase, but at six and a half inches hard, I had nothing to be ashamed of either.

The sight that awaited me was breathtaking. Chase stood under one of the powerful jets as the large shower enclosure became clouded with steam. His strong hands ran through his blonde hair, his head hung back and his magnificent body glistened under the warm water.

His thick cock hung limply as a stream of water poured from the end, and as per usual, I couldn't take my eyes off him.

Eventually I managed to turn around and shower myself. It was a constant battle not to look over my shoulder at him, and on a few occasions, the thought of simply begging him to let me hold it crossed my mind and I had to laugh it off.

"Hey" I heard him smirk, and felt a blistering pain across my wet ass.

"Oh fuck, sorry bro" he gasped, as I turned back, holding my stinging ass.

Chase had struck me with his wet towel, and as I winced and rubbed at the pain, I realised it had been unintentional.

"I tried to perfect that for years" he laughed, and reached down, rubbing my butt. "It never worked until now".

I was frozen in place. The most attractive man on the planet was rubbing my ass and all I could do was nod.

"Enjoying that?" He grinned, and nodded down to my crotch.

Before I even looked, I prayed that my body hadn't betrayed me like this, but a moment later, I confirmed that it had.

My cock was now pointing up and I simply sighed.

"Don't worry about it, bro" Chase smiled, moving his hand from my ass to my shoulder, "you're not the first guy to want this snake inside them".

Chase laughed, but I glanced down at his cock and my mouth fell open. He was holding it with his free hand, stroking it slowly as it began to stiffen.

"Take over" he said, almost sternly as my mind became fuzzy.

I didn't move. Was it a joke? Was he gonna' beat my ass if I did? My question was quickly answered as Chase took my wrist, guided it toward his crotch and closed my fingers around his chunky tool.

My cock twitched as his warm, fat prick pulsed in my grasp.

It had to be a dream, there was no way that this could be real. This type of shit didn't happen to me, and yet it was happening.

"Jerk me off, I haven't bust a load in days".

There was something so brutally fucking hot about the way his tone had changed. He wasn't speaking to me like a client anymore, he was speaking to me like his own personal slut, and it felt amazing.

I began stroking his cock. It was more than eight inches, and I could barely close my hand around it. I continued to stare at it in awe, my own dick dancing as waves of pleasure rushed through me.

"Quicken up" he groaned, placing one of his large hands against the wet, tiled wall and keeping the other one on my naked shoulder.

I sped up, feeling his thick, bulbous helmet swell in my hand. I wanted to bottle this moment and savour it forever.

Chase grunted, squeezing my flesh as he breathed heavily.

"Faster" he ordered, and I obeyed.

My hand was now sloshing up and down his smooth yet veiny shaft and I could feel his sticky pre-cum as it soaked our skin.

His eyes were closed, his head hung back and a few moments later he began to moan roughly.

Without a word, Chase took over, but instead of disregarding me completely, he positioned me in front of him. He moved me easily, his strong arm almost sliding me into place as the orgasm waved through him.

His large muscular frame tightened up and finally it happened.

His first huge rope of cum shot from his cock and splashed against my pubes. The second one drenched my hard cock, dripping down my shaft.

More and more sperm squirted from his enormous cock, covering me in his seed as he moaned and gasped.

"Hold out your hand" he said breathlessly, and I did so, instantly.

Chase squeezed another glob of thick cum into my palm and washed his softening cock under the stream. He grabbed a handful of water and splashed it over his face before walking away.

I remained next to the shower stream where he left me. His cum was dripping down my body, but most of it remained in place.

"Eat" he said, showing me his own hand, "protein after your workout".

I was still in total shock, but Chase wasn't laughing, and slowly I brought my hand to my mouth and tipped his gift into my mouth.

It tasted as beautiful as I had expected. Everything about this man was perfect.

"Have fun with that" he smirked, nodding toward my cum-coated cock. "And if you keep up the good work, maybe I'll stick it in you sometime. See you later, bro".

With those words, Chase left the showers and I remained frozen to the spot. I'd remember this moment forever, and as I began jerking his seed into my own erection, I wondered what would happen the next time we met in the showers.