I’ve been really enjoying my personal training sessions with Trainer Dietrich. He knows so much about physiology and he’s hugely improved my fitness levels. To be honest, he’s also improved my sense of self-worth.
I know that sounds really dorky and dumb, but I’ve never had that much confidence, probably because I’ve always been the little guy. I know, “great things come in small packages” and all that, but when I tell people I’m into sports, they look at me like I’m completely deluded. And until I met Dietrich, I was beginning to think I was!
Trainer Dietrich compliments me all the time. He thinks I’ve got potential. He’s also told me more than once that I’ve got a great body! And that means a lot coming from him. His torso is like a perfectly-sculpted Greek statue. Well, it would be if it weren’t covered in sexy tattoos! I’ve no idea how old he is, but I’m pretty sure if you looked up the word “DILF” in the dictionary, it would say just two words: “Trainer Dietrich!”
When he shows me how to lift certain weights, I just stand there, open-mouthed, watching all of his muscles flexing and bulging. Then when he stands real close behind me, I actually start to feel a bit light-headed! He wears this aftershave and the scent seems to go straight to my dick. I think he does it deliberately.
I see him glancing down at my bulge from time to time. He doesn’t seem to mind that I’m hard. In fact, we joke about it sometimes and I tell him it’s his fault for being so darn hot! I can never look him in the eye when I say that. I always feel my face going bright red.
More recently, he’s gotten a bit more flirty and touchy. Sometimes, when he knows I’m hard, he absentmindedly brushes my boner with the back of his hand – like it was an accident or something. Then he winks at me. He’s totally outrageous!
It was the longest time before he made a definitive pass. He stuck a note on my locker telling me to meet him in his office instead of on the gym floor. He said he thought there was some unfinished business we needed to sort out before we could start training again, and I was pretty sure I knew what that meant!
I knocked on his door and he shouted at me to enter. I’ll confess: I was a tiny bit surprised to find him squatting over his couch, facing the window, wearing nothing but a jock and a pair of soccer socks! Not exactly subtle, but it certainly reinforced my sense that he was hot for it!
I wasn’t quite sure what to do. I mean, finding your personal trainer almost naked with his ass in the air is not exactly an everyday occurrence, is it? In the end, I just walked over to him and started stroking his butt cheeks. My dick, of course, instantly started tenting in my sweats. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything so hard and muscular. (His ass, not my dick – although my dick was probably harder than it’s ever been!) The grunts and groans he was making told me he liked what I was doing, so I knelt down and carried on, pulling his thick cock out of his jockstrap and playing with that as well.
He swung around, sat down on the couch, then told me to stand and take my pants down. It’s always advisable to do exactly what your personal trainer tells you to do, and my obedience was immediately rewarded with the best head I’ve ever had! Let’s just say he knew exactly what he was doing!
He managed to get it so slippery that when he stopped sucking, and started jerking me off, I almost shot my load! He took my dick all the way down his throat as well. It felt like every muscle in his mouth and neck was working purely for my pleasure! I remember thinking that I probably shouldn’t be surprised. After all, Trainer Dietrich knows all about muscles!
He kept looking up at me and grinning. He’s got a really naughty smile. But it was also quite reassuring because it felt like he was as excited about what was happening as I was!
He turned around on the couch again, stuck his ass out and told me to eat his hole, so I squatted down between his legs and got my tongue right up between the solid muscular mounds of his butt cheeks! I grabbed his dick again and tugged at that while slowly working my tongue into his hole.
To be honest, my dick was so hard that I thought I was gonna cum without touching myself, so figured it was best all round if I pretty quickly got it inside his hole. I basically couldn’t wait to see how it was gonna feel!
There was a bottle of lube on the couch so I squirted a bit onto my finger, just to make sure he was truly ready before I started pushing myself into him. I was so horned up that I couldn’t take things slowly. As soon as I was inside him, I started thrusting with one of my legs up on the couch and the other on the floor.
And boy did he moan! The hottest thought was the idea that I was somehow rebalancing the power dynamic between us. One minute he’s in the gym, the big man, telling me what to do, how to do it, wandering around arrogantly with every single person in the place undressing him with their eyes, and the next my raw dick is sunk deep into his ass, and he’s moaning and begging, telling me how amazing I feel and how much he wants me!
All this just made me want to fuck him harder and I started to grind into him, imagining I was using my dick to paint circles inside! He seemed to like that a lot and started to grip me with God-knows-which internal muscles. I could feel the cum tingling in my balls.
I thought that changing the position would maybe hold back my load, so I got him on his back on the couch and carried on fucking. But that just felt even better; slippery, yet incredibly tight at the same time. How the fuck did he manage that!?
I instantly passed the point of no return and pulled out just as the cum started shooting out of me, straight into his butt crack. He begged me to put it back in, so I did, thinking how incredibly hot it was to get my juices inside him. He’d be walking round the gym all evening clenching hard to keep them running out!
We kissed while my dick was still inside him. It was the first time we’d kissed and it felt so darn good that I wondered if we’d ever be able to get back to training again!