A gay story: Personal Trainer, Personal Whore
“If this guy doesn’t help us, nothing will,” Jack said. He splashed some water on his face.
“Has he been well recommended?” Angus asked. He finished and zipped up, before moving to the sink, where Jack waited.
“By my wife,” Jack said. “Dude is huge. Like, Henry Cavill type, but latino. And he’s name is even Henry! He’s like twenty five, very nice man, and when I talked to him, he promised me he could manage us both.”
They were alone in the office bathroom. It was late and most people had gone home already. Angus was expecting something to happen between Jack and him, but it seemed Jack wasn’t in the mood. They fooled around sometimes, not a big deal, just two guys relaxing. Some hand jobs, blow jobs, and grinding in the bathroom stalls.
Then Jack showed Angus the personal trainer’s profile on Insta. He was speechless.
“Jack…you shouldn’t have accepted it. Look at this stud! He’s probably fucking your wife. We’re gonna get hard just by having him in our presence.”
Jack nodded. “I know. I just…couldn’t resist. And I brought you into it because I couldn’t do it alone. Very early in the morning, every day, at his personal ‘office’, a private gym for his clients.”
“It’s gonna be torture.”
“We’ll do it together,” Jack said. Angus splashed some water on his face too.
“You gotta promise not to flirt with him.”
Jack looked at Angus with fake outrage. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“You have to be careful, man. Remember when we started out? You almost caused us to get caught. You wanted to do stuff everywhere. Including in your own home.”
“Shhh.”
“We’re alone.”
“Maybe.” Jack got closer to Angus. “Man, I know I’m careless sometimes. That’s why I have you. You gotta help me out.”
Angus had a soft spot for Jack. They brushed noses. Maybe Jack was in the mood. They could afford a few more minutes in one of the stalls.
Jack fell to his knees.
—
Jack and Angus arrived at Henry’s at five AM in the morning. He had turned his apartment into a very cozy work-out area.
Meeting him face to face was daunting. He was six-foot two, dark-skin and green eyes. His hair was curly and big. For a while, both of them turned into shy school girls. It was hard not to feel inferior close to such a specimen of masculinity. And he was straight. He had no indication, no mannerisms or voice intonations that gave him away as nothing else other than straight.
He was all business, pep-talking the two businessmen into believing he was gonna turn them into greek gods like he was.
Jack was infatuated, nodding to everything, smiling. Angus had to keep an eye on him. He promised he wouldn’t flirt, but odds were he wouldn’t be able to control himself. Jack was in his late thirties, handsome, nice beard and jawline which made him look very manly. Only Angus knew about his other side.
Their first time had been in his office, when he couldn’t stop flirting with Angus, until it became so obvious that Angus had fallen into the trap and sucked him off. They were both married, and didn’t want to ruin it. They were happy to keep it as a casual, innoffensive thing. They had managed so far.
First day working out with Henry went smoothly. They left after an hour and a half. In the car, Jack and Angus sucked each other off. Jack was sweaty and smelling good. And he had been leaking some pre-cum which had left his cock was a nice taste.
“I told you things were going to work out,” Jack said.
—
Henry opened the door to his apartment for them on the second day of training. He was shirtless. His two brown nipples were large and succulent. Jack cleared his throat, and he could tell he was trying not to stare, same as Angus.
Henry had no reason to suspect his effect on the two men. He probably was glad that he didn’t have to worry about wearing a shirt, since his two students were older men with wives.
Or so Angus thought. After a while, Jack began to open his mouth.
Henry began by saying that he would make it harder for them, and Jack said, “You definitely make it hard for us, Henry.”
I shook my head at Jack, wondering if he had a death wish. The young man could end them both if he suspected anything.
But Henry took it lightly, laughing and moving on.
Angus watched fascinated as Jack swayed the young man, making him laugh and blush with compliments. He was flirting, but it seemed like Henry didn’t mind! For a moment, they both seemed to forget Angus was even there.
But of course Jack hadn’t. After doing some squats, Jack called him over to where he was talking hushedly with Henry.
Angus approached them.
“Ang, look, Henry is gonna demonstrate the right way for us,” he said, smiling.
Henry, the big handsome man, was blushing. He looked at Angus and Jack, then turned around and began to go down, pushing his ass back towards us. Jack placed a hand on his ass, following the movement, holding the young man by his rear. He was clearly squeezing, his fingers digging deep on the roundness.
“That’s how you do it,” Jack said, giving him a slap. “Isn’t it, Henry?”
“Yes, sir.”
Angus shook his head. Somehow, Jack had managed again.
“Come, Ang, you try it. You gotta feel this,” he said.
Angus went ahead and held Henry’s butt, going down with him, holding and squeezing. It felt so good to grab that ass. He rubbed and slapped, while the young man took it silently.
“That’s pretty good,” Angus said.
Henry got up, sweating and red. “Same time tomorrow?” he asked.
“You bet,” Jack said. “I can’t wait.”
—
“Explain,” Angus demanded in the car.
“What?” Jack smiled. “It was obvious he was trying to show off that big rump of his. You gotta take the opportunities life give you, Angus.”
“It was risky, man.”
“Did you look at that young man? The risk was worth it. And best of all, we’re both going to enjoy him. He just needs a little bit more grease.”
Angus had to give it to him. He was excited.
—
Henry looked good in sweatpants. It was nice to see his print and know that he was enjoying the attention he was getting from the two horny middle aged men.
“It’s so nice watching you work out, Henry, maybe we’ll just pay you to watch,” Jack said.
Henry was flexing his muscles to them. He had been oiled up by Jack. His nipples were hard and red, from a lot of rubbing and pinching.
“I can’t take that,” Henry said.
“Sure you can,” Jack laid his back on the couch, rubbing his volume on the shorts. Angus was standing, also touching himself.
Henry turned around, showing his glutes. He lowered his pants. His cheeks were tight and hard, but big and meaty. It was whiter than the rest of his body, and hairy. Jack and Angus exhanged a look.
“If you’re comfortable, Henry.”
“Sure,” he said, taking off his sweatpants. He walked around, dick and balls hanging, showing off.
“Can you spread your cheeks for us?” Jack said. He whipped out his cock, and started to jerk. Henry stared at him wide eyed for a moment, growing obviously harder. Then he looked at Angus, who was much more shy, but sensed that the young man wanted to see his as well, so he took it out and showed his cock.
Henry decided. He was a bit unsure at first as how to do it, but he turned around and spread his cheeks hard with both hands. He came closer by Jack’s command, and arched his back.