Getting the Body He Wants, Part 1

This story garnered the most votes in my "What Should I Write in January" poll. Part 2 (the conclusion) will be posted in a few days.

I hope you enjoy it!

January

According to my gym’s online appointment book, 42 new members have signed up for my circuit training classes – that’s quite an upswing since last year when only 14 signed up after New Year’s. I was confident those new photos of me on the website would help, but I had no idea they would help this much. I am looking pretty good in those shots, however, and my abs were really poppin’ that day, so I guess it was worth the money I spent.

Now, 42 is a terrific number for new sign-ups, but the overwhelming majority are going to be “resolution” clients, and some of them will be gone within the next few weeks (maybe even days). They all start out with the best of intentions, but the realities of their jobs, kids, and other responsibilities often make it too difficult to get to the gym regularly…or, they don’t see the results they want instantly and just give up. I keep trying to tell them that consistency is the key to getting the bodies they want, but I know that’s easier said than done.

February

One month in and I’m down to 35 new clients, which isn’t too bad. Usually, I see a much steeper drop-off rate after the first few weeks, so I’m impressed with these folks’ tenacity.

It’s usually at this point I start to remember their names. I know that sounds bad, but I teach 10 different classes throughout the week with over 100 people, and I just cannot recall them all. I’m actually much better at remembering bodies than I am at faces, especially when I have some good-looking guys as clients. Do I regularly date the guys who take my classes? I try not to. Emphasis on the “try.” I’m only human, though, and sometimes the urge to sleep with the really hot ones is too much for me. Plus, I’m a trainer, not a teacher, and there is no trainer code of ethics when it comes to this area.

Of the new clients, I would say Dirk and Ben have both caught my eye. Dirk is about 10 years older than me – somewhere around 40 – but he’s got a solid body, great head of hair, and a killer smile. I’m not sure if he bats for my team yet, but he puts out a strong “daddy” vibe that I cannot ignore. Dirk is in good shape, somewhere around 5’10” and 175 lean pounds, and he’s trying to stay that way and avoid a middle age spread.

Ben’s younger than me by a few years – I’m 30, and he’s 27 – and he’s got a handsome face, smooth dark skin, a quick wit, and he is definitely gay. His body is a little…mmm, I guess you would call it lumpy, but he has been working hard in the gym to change it. He even admitted so signing up for the class specifically because of how I looked on the website, but I’m not sure if he just wants to look like me or hook up with me. I’ll have to do a little more digging.

March

I’ve managed to keep 32 of my new clients from the first of the year, so that’s the good news. And the even better news is that almost all of them have made significant progress the last few months – they’re losing weight, gaining muscle, and feeling a lot better. The only exception is Burt. Don’t get me wrong – Burt’s working hard in the class and seems to put forth the effort with exercise, but his weight keeps climbing. He’s 6 feet tall and started back in January at 240 pounds, and now he’s at 260 – and trust me, it ain’t muscle. Burt’s stomach and ass have both grown larger since he started working out, so he must be inhaling a huge amount of calories when he’s not here. Either that or something’s really wrong with his metabolism. But he swears he’s doing everything I have coached him on, so hopefully he’ll make some progress this spring.

Who’s been doing the best? Well, that is certainly Ben. Turns out he played football and baseball when he was younger, and he had some very, very good muscle memory, because I don’t know of anyone who has changed so much so quickly. I described him as a bit lumpy when he first joined – Ben had 210 rather soft pounds on a 5’9” frame – but he has shed all the flab and replaced it with muscle, so now I’d call him jacked. Dare I say that his arms almost look as good as mine, and his chest is coming along nicely. And the ass – man, it is TIGHT! Now I’m the one who cannot stop staring. I told Ben the other day that if he keeps putting in the effort, he’s definitely going to get the body he wants.

Only one little bit of bad news this month – turns out Dirk is 100% straight. I thought sure he was gay, or at least bi, but he swears he only likes the ladies. Sigh. Some lass out there is going to be very lucky to snag him.

April

Ben is freakin’ unreal. The man put on another 20 pounds of muscle this past month and now sits at an extremely hot 230 pounds of muscle. I practically start drooling the moment he walks in for class, because he is EXACTLY my type. His biceps have simply exploded with muscle, growing up to 19 powerful inches, and his shoulders have grown so big you’d swear he was wearing pads under his shirt. His pecs have swelled with beef, and he bounces his sexy man-tits whenever anyone is looking at him. His legs have thickened and widened with sinew, and his abs have tightened and into a deeply shredded eight-pack. And hey, I know I’m a good trainer, but he must have taken some sort of special Schwarzenegger-in-his-prime magic formula to transform himself so quickly into a fuckin’ warrior.

Today I got so transfixed by this very sexy vein snaking its way up through his pumped-up bicep – I couldn’t stop thinking about licking it and my tongue following it to who knows where – that I had to sneak out for a few minutes to rub one out in the restroom stall, otherwise my boner was going to pop right out of my shorts. Fuck, I need to do better or the other clients all going to quit.

May

Well, I guess I went and fucked things up. I got so horned up by my superstar client, Ben, that I eventually had to ask him out. I honestly couldn’t resist – the guy was turning into a tank right before my eyes, and Lord know I’m just a total slut for that type. We were supposed to go to dinner but ended up heading straight to the bedroom, and everything started off good. We both shucked off our duds in about 2 seconds and leapt into bed, and let’s just say that Ben’s naked physique definitely did not disappoint – if anything his muscles looked even bigger out of his clothes than when wearing them.

Once on the mattress, Ben took charge – he immediately grabbed both of my hands and placed the left one under his balls and the right one on his growing dick. He of course had a perfectly huge staff to match his perfectly huge body. I began to fondle his hairy balls and squeeze his pulsing cock, and soon his monstrous manhood was sticking out 10 inches from his groin. Rubbing it wasn’t enough for me, however, so I got on my knees and took the huge pole into my mouth. I could only get the tip inside at first, but I worked my jaw loose and relaxed my gag reflex until his huge head hit the back of my mouth. It definitely tasted as good as it looked – sweet, a bit salty, and oh so delicious.

The big man obviously liked what I was doing because he grabbed the back of my head and buried my nose into his thick garden of pubic hair. We began to get a rhythm going as I squeezed my throat around his cock and sucked as hard as I possibly could. Ben must have needed to get off something awful, because soon he was loudly screaming “FUCK ME THAT FEELS GOOD!”, and right afterward I felt his hot cum gushing down my throat. He then pushed me away, gobbled down a protein bar from the nightstand, and insisted we go for round two. I thought Ben might need a little while to recharge, but he was already hard again less than 30 seconds later.

And you know what happened after the second blow job? Nothing, because Ben turned out to be incredibly selfish. He was OK with me pleasuring him again and again, but he didn’t want to reciprocate in any way. He said I didn’t turn him on because I was too small and too wimpy and that he was doing me a favor by letting me blow him. Asshole. We ended up arguing, he left, and the next day he not only quit my class, but also took a job at a rival gym and started trying to poach my clients. Of course several of them took him up on his offer, and I can hardly blame them since I’d been ignoring the ones in the class with Ben.

Fuck! My manager is going to have a cow when he finds out.

June

Things are back on track for me as a trainer. I didn’t lose any more of my new clients to Ben, and those that have stuck with me are making progress. Dirk is looking better than ever, Mary’s lost over 40 pounds, and Isaac just did his first pullup ever. So pretty good news for the most part.

The only straggler continues to be Burt. He’s gained another 20 pounds since March and is now topping the scale at 280, which is really overweight for someone 6 feet tall. His gut is rounder and fuller than ever, and since he hasn’t upgraded to larger-sized clothes since he started his fitness journey, the big ball jiggles out from under the bottom hem of his t-shirts every time he moves around (Especially when he’s on the treadmill). As a result, Burt is constantly tugging down on the hem to try and cover up the fresh flab and his very deep belly button. The same is true with his ass and his sweatpants – it’s been a miracle that the giant spreading rear-end hasn’t busted through the fabric during his squats, because it has been threatening to do so for weeks now.

He has crossed over from “dad bod” to “fat guy” under my watch – well, under my watch when I wasn’t ogling Ben – and I need to step up and help him reverse course. Maybe if I think about some of his positive qualities, it will put me in a more helpful frame of mind. OK, Burt tries very hard in the gym – I’ve never seen him half-ass anything. He’s never been late. He’s always polite. And optimistic. Oh, and he always smells nice, which I cannot say about most of the gymgoers after a sweaty workout. Plus, he wouldn’t be half-bad looking if he gets that weight under control – his face is handsome, and he’s sort of tall, and he’s got good posture.

So yeah, Burt deserves my full attention. I’m going to really focus on his needs for the rest of the year to ensure he gets the body he wants.