MR TRAINER TAKEDOWN CHAPTER 2
Mike arrived at the gym early..
🕑 Added 2022-03-24 00:59:46 +0000 UTC
MR TRAINER TAKEDOWN CHAPTER 2
Mike arrived at the gym early the next morning to get in a workout before his training session with Mr. Tomblin. Before he left the house he kissed his son and wife goodbye. Marsha kissed his cheek and whispered, “make sure Mr. Tomblin is happy.” Mike was wearing a pair of skin tight red compression shorts that Marsha had picked out for him. The shorts displayed his round bubble ass nicely. The tight yellow thong under it pushed out his impressive cock and balls and offered an unobstructed view as the red spandex material was stretched over his meaty ass.
“Yo, Mike,” his two friends Ken and Ben stopped working out their large arms and called out to him.
“What's up,” Ken asked as he and Mike clenched fists and bumped each other's shoulders in a bro hug. Ken was shirtless, showing off the tattoo that ran across his muscular chest and down his left arm. His stomach was chiseled with a well defined 6 pack.
“Good man, just here to workout some before training Mr. Tomblin,” Mike responded.
“Tom the fag,” Ben laughed as he and Mike gave bro hugs as well. Ben was the smallest of the three friends but with a tight gymnast body that he usually kept hidden under black or baggy clothes.
The three men have been friends and workout partners for many years. They even did a few modeling campaigns together. However, Mike was the only one of the group that got married and found himself drifting away from them. Neither Ben nor Ken liked Marsha much, although they never told Mike their feelings about his wife. They felt that she was jealous of their friendship and she wasn’t up to Mike’s usual standards in women.
“Dude, you definitely have been killing the legs,” Ken couldn’t help noticing how thick and defined Mike’s quads and calves were. He also especially noticed how smooth they were.
“Thanks, man,” Mike gleaned with pride.
For the next hour and half, the three friends worked out and pushed each other to lift more reps and weight. When Mr. Tomblin arrived, Mike excused himself from his sweaty friends. His own tank top was soaked and clinged to his large pecs and cobblestone abs. Mr. Tomblin’s eyes traveled down the younger man’s muscular body and then at Ben and Ken as the two friends gathered their gear to leave the gym. Both men’s tight asses in their sweaty workout shorts was just as round and tight as Mike’s. And they were just as arrogant as Mike as well. The thought of the three sexy muscle boys together, naked and wrestling each other’s sweat covered bodies made the older gay man’s cock hard.
“I’m sorry about yesterday, sir,” Mike’s masculine voice brought Tomblin’s focus back to him. Mike sounded so sincere in his apology. His voice even had a small submissive tone to it.
Tomblin smiled, “that’s fine, my boy. Just don’t let it happen again.”
Mike usually didn’t feel comfortable changing around Mr. Tomblin but his clothes were too soaked and didn’t want to offer the important client. Tomblin watched in lust as Mike peeled off his tank top to reveal his smooth, chisel body. Mike then grabbed a t-shirt from his gym bag, and pulled the shirt over his head. He turned his back to the older man and then peeled the spandex shorts down. Mr. Tomblin smiled as the yellow thong and perfect smooth ass came into view. As Mike lifted each muscular, powerful leg to step out of the compression shorts and put on a pair of black shorts, his smooth hole peeked out from the thin thong that was buried deep between the ass cheeks.
When Mike finished training, he had Mr. Tomblin laid back on the matted floor. This time, as Mike held Tomblin’s feet while the older, out of shape man tried sit-ups, his focus was totally on his client. Actually he found his focus was on the older man’s large cock. Tomblin’s cock was hard and parmountly displayed in the thin shorts. Mike’s throat became dry as he remembered his dream from the night before. As Tomblin rose up he smiled at Mike, who looked quickly away. Mike’s own cock was hard in the tight yellow thong.
“Ok, that's enough sit-ups,” Mike was embarrassed and had to keep from staring at the older man’s crotch. He pulled Tomblin to his feet. Mike then led Tomblin into one of the private training rooms. “Let's try some kettlebell swings,” Mike grabbed a 50lb kettlebell in both hands. He showed Tomblin to hold it between his legs and swing the weight up. “His works the hamstrings and core muscles,” Mike demonstrated.
“Make sure you tighten your glutes as you swing it up.”
Tomblin was practically drooling as he watched Mike performing the exercise. He watched Mike’s glutes flex and tighten during each rep. “They definitely work the butt too,” Tomblin smirked and boldly reached out and grabbed Mike’s plump ass cheek.
Mike stopped and turned red in embarrassment. However, this time he didn’t protest or make a scene. He just stood there holding the kettlebell in both hands as Mr. Tomblin stroked and groped his bubble ass. Sweat was pouring from Mike’s forehead. He remembered the dream from the night before and was so turned on. He didn’t protest or move as the older man peeled his shorts down over his large ass, revealing Mike’s sexy yellow thong.
“Beautiful,” Mr. Tomblin groaned as he squeezed the muscular, smooth ass cheeks.
Mike leaned forward as he set the kettlebell on the floor but remained bent over, resting his forearms on his thighs. He was breathing hard. Mr. Tomblin then pulled the tiny strap of material from between Mike’s fat ass cheeks, displaying the straight stud’s virgin hole.
“Please,” Mike moaned as he felt the older man’s fat finger stroking his hole.
“Such a nice tight manpussy,” Mr. Tomblin whispered as he pushed his finger into Mike.
Mike let out a loud moan. His cock was rock hard in his pouch as Tomblin stretched him open and probed his insides. He closed eyes as his insides were stroked. He could hear the voice from his dream telling him to obey. How good it was to get fucked by another man, a real man. Mike needs to serve and make Tomblin happy. He heard Marsha’s voice telling him to make Mr. Tomblin happy. All along, Tomblin was poking his prostate, causing Mike to moan louder. His cock was leaking through the thin yellow thong pouch. Tomblin then squeezed in a second finger. Mike felt the fingers spreading in his hole, stretching him. Mike’s mind was reeling. Tears started to well in Mike's eyes but he didn’t want it to stop. He kept telling himself he was straight but as the voice from his dream told him, dumb straight men must serve men like Mr. Tomblin.
Mike couldn’t take it anymore. His trapped cock was so painfully hard. It was throbbing in the tight nylon confines of the thong. His impressive balls were pulled up tight.
“Ahh, Ugh, Fffuck,” Mike cried out as he came.
He came so hard that the cum soaked through the thin pouch and leaked down his massive thighs. Mr. Tomblin laughed as he pulled his fingers from Mike’s hole and gave his ass a slap, “That’s a good little boy,”
Mike remained bent over as he recovered. Once reality returned, Mike grew embarrassed. He was made to cum by another man just from being fingered.
He continued to hear Mr. Tomblin booming laughter as Mike quickly pulled up his shorts and gathered his gear and bag. He practically ran out of the gym.
When he got to his car, he just sat in the driver’s seat and kept telling himself he was straight. He was no dumb fuck toy.
To be continued
