Ian Tyler Erotica
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The Hands-On Trainer
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Walking into the gym, I already felt my heart rate rising before I even stepped up to any of the workout equipment. Last week, I’d finally broken down and gotten a gym membership, and the first month came with free personal training consultations. I had been excited for the first few hours after signing up, but it had still taken days for me to actually get here. I was nervous that I couldn’t go any further, and I think the man walking up to me knew that. He wasn’t overtly muscular, but as he shook my hand and introduced himself, I could feel the power in his grip. Up close, I could see the bicep in his arm flex a bit as he showed me around, and when I finally stammered out my name, he used that same arm that I’d been ogling to wrap around my shoulders.
“Hey David, you’re in luck- I’m going to be your personal trainer! Fate already brought us together. Let’s roll!”
He was already too peppy and too attractive, but I would have to just deal with it- I was here on a mission. My wife was the love of my life, and even though she’d never admit it, I could see her lingering glances linger a little less. I’d been a college athlete when we met, and the pounds had slowly been added after I retired. I was looking to get back into shape for her, and Brett, the adonis in front of me, could help with that.
He led me into a hallway near the back of the gym under a sign that read Personal Training with a dumbbell on each side. Opening a door, he ushered me into one of the private rooms, and there were just some weights, a mirror, and some Pilates equipment. Pulling out his phone, Brett gracefully sat down on one of the exercise balls, and I tried to do the same with the one across from him.
“Okay, so you checked on your form that you were looking to get back into shape, and that you weren’t experiencing any muscle pain. That sound, right?”
Nodding, I began rocking back and forth on the ball.
“Did you bring some workout clothes?”
“No, I thought it was just the consultation first.”
“It is, but you’re paying a chunk of change for this, so I say we just go ahead and get going. Let’s see what you’re working with.”
Standing up, I waited on further clarification- did he want me to just flex for him?
“C’mon, man. It’s just us guys here- let’s see what you’ve got.”
“Wait, you want me to take off my clothes?”
“Unless you can make your clothes invisible then yep!”
This man, a man who never had to be embarrassed about his body, seemed to think nothing of getting me almost naked minutes after meeting me. But he was right- I was overpaying for this gym so I might as well get an extra hour of training time.
Pulling off my shirt, I felt his non-judging eyes begin to look me up and down. I still worked out some, jogged a little less than I should, so I still looked better than most of my coworkers in my age bracket, but my wife deserved the best. She met me with six-pack abs, not a stomach protruding a bit over my waistband. My arms used to look like Brett’s too, but as I flexed in the mirror and felt his arms began to prod me, I realized that I had some serious work to do.
“Okay, time to see the lower body.”
“But I’m already wearing shorts?!”
Grabbing onto the thick khaki fabric of my cargo shorts, Brett just shook his head in the mirror.
Fuck… I was really doing this. Pulling open the belt with the added hole to extend its life a bit, I unzipped my shorts and stood there in my boxer briefs stretched over my thick legs. I just saw a man who had a few too many liquid calories a week, but Brett seemed optimistic.
“You used to be an athlete?” Before I could answer, he’d already grabbed a handful of my thighs and shook. “I can tell- these thighs have put in some work.”
I was blushing a bit as he finished logging some notes on his phone.
“Okay, let’s work out a bit!” As I reached for my shorts, he just laughed. “You can’t work out in some khakis.”
“Do you have some workout gear that I can borrow?”
“Nah, we’re going to the private gym so it’s totally fine.”
He turned around before he could see my jaw drop open, but I still followed him for some reason. Right across the hall, there was a door to a smaller workout space, but it was packed full of equipment. The lighting was a bit dimmer, and the music was a lot quieter than the main workout space. There were a few trainers in here with their clients, and even though they were all fully clothed, they didn’t seem to mind that I was only in my underwear. The only guy that seemed to find this strange was me…
“Okay, let’s do this!”
The golden retriever in human form began running me through a gamut of exercises, and after about thirty minutes, my body was slicked with sweat. The lights were dim, but not dim enough to keep the mirrored wall from reflecting my pale, glimmering body as Brett led me to the squat rack that had been freed up.
“Okay boss, let’s see what we got.”
Ducking under the bar, I got a good grip before stepping back and squatting low enough to feel the immediate burn in my calves. There wasn’t enough weight on the bar though apparently, and I waited for Brett to add more weight on each side.
“Okay, let me get a better look at those glutes this time.” I was a bit shocked that he’d need to be staring at my ass, but my shock only intensified when I felt his fingertips on my waistband as he slid the back of my boxer briefs below the base of my ass. I was too shocked to say anything, and I quickly just got into position again to get this over with. Gripping the bar, I began squatting again, and there was even more of a burn in my legs this time. Basically shaking, I let Brett step back up to spot me again, but this made it even worse. Hugged tight against me, I felt his cock press against my ass as I squatted. I hadn’t done anything with a man since college, and I loved my wife, but there was something about all of this attention that could break anyone.
As I got down to the bottom of my squat, I was basically sitting in his lap when I heard the small ripping sound that didn’t stop. Oh fuck…
Standing back up, I quickly pulled up my underwear and felt relief as I didn’t feel any holes in the fabric. It was crazy that I felt so relieved now even though I was still standing there in my shorts, but it would only last a second as I turned around. Walking over to the next machine to do some bicep curls, I didn’t even feel my waistband snag on the edge of the squat rack until it was too late. The rip had happened there, and once it started ripping again, it wouldn’t stop. In seconds, my boxer briefs had been sheared off, and I was standing in the gym wearing nothing but my sneakers…
“Oh fuck, man!”
Brett leaped into action and ripped off his shirt to hold in front of me, and his physique was even more impressive than I’d imagined. An eight pack of abs seemed to hypnotize me as I grabbed onto his shirt and pressed the musky material around myself. It was made of thin, sweat-wicking fabric that seemed to only accentuate my growing cock when I tried to cover up. I was absolutely mortified, and it wasn’t over yet.
Ushering me out of the room to get me away from the laughter of the other trainers, I still had to cross the open hallway to get back to my clothes. As I crossed the threshold, I heard gasps from a workout class that had apparently just finished up. About a dozen middle-aged women were staring me down, and I recognized a few faces as friends of my wife. That just made the blush on my cheeks grow even more crimson before Brett finally pushed me into the room for me to get dressed. He stayed outside to do damage control, and he was an angel once I stepped back out to him fully clothed.
“I am so sorry, David- that was one hundred percent our error, and we’ll make sure to sand down that rack to prevent future snags. We’ll of course be comping this month for you if you still want to work out with us!”
He kept offering incentives as we walked up to the front desk, but I didn’t need any. I felt more alive than I had in years even with the embarrassing memory being replayed over and over in my mind. I’d be back here bright and early tomorrow with the waistband securely fastened on my shorts.
