Note: This story is playing in a fictive city of Germany somewhere in the 2010s.
Max was 25 years old, had short brown hair that he wore a little longer on top than on the sides, and whose narrowly trimmed outlines blended into his thick but neatly trimmed full beard. He maintained his beard very conscientiously, and apart from his pubic hair, which was kept short, was free of hair on the rest of his body. His brown eyes were inscrutable but warm. He had been working as a trainer in a large fitness and wellness studio for three years, and his body was almost flawlessly beautiful: a light, even tan covered his smooth skin, his broad shoulders opened up beneath a distinct bull neck, and his upper arms were strongly defined. His pecs were impressive, as was the steely six-pack that joined them underneath. Despite his rather beefy build, his body ran together in a slight v-shape, ending in a magnificent, shapely ass. His cock was a real gem and not unknown to some men in the club, as the fitness trainer had no problem living out his homosexuality openly.
Although the club was not exclusive to gay athletes, Max had never gotten in trouble with the management or guests. All his colleagues knew about his sexual preference and the boss tolerated it as long as he didn't bother the customers. So far, none of them has complained about his work either. In addition, the club was divided into a separate women's and a men's area, so that both groups could train undisturbed by each other. The club extended over two floors. In addition to the entrance area and the separate locker rooms and showers, it had a large outdoor training area with the usual fitness equipment, two smaller classrooms and, on the top floor, a swimming pool with a whirlpool, a sauna and massage rooms. Just the full program of a premium club.
It was a warm weekday, before 5:00 p.m., when the first after-work athletes would roll in and the studio would be considerably more crowded. Max had already been working since morning and there was only half an hour left until closing time. He was wearing his work clothes, black sneakers with sneaker socks, a pair of short black sports shorts with the fitness club's light blue stripe and logo, and a matching polo shirt. His hair had been cheekily styled to one side with some hair wax, suggesting a slight facon cut. Apart from the waitress at the reception counter and his colleague Carla, who worked as a trainer in the ladies' area, he was alone at the moment. Only later, when more customers were present, would several trainers be ready on the training floor.
He surveyed the area and eyed the few exercisers: A middle-aged man was running on one of the treadmills, listening to the TV program through headphones. Uninteresting. Two stouter gentlemen sat listlessly on their exercise bikes, boredly leafing through a magazine; the obligatory towels had not yet seen any sweat. Max' gaze wandered on and lingered on the last guest: In the corner with the rowing ergometers, a young fellow, maybe 18 or 19 years old, was working out. He had half-length, slightly curly dark blond hair, light blue eyes, and a sweet, youthful-looking face. He was slim, yet already clearly defined for his age, so by no means a beanpole.
"Interesting guy," the fitness trainer thought to himself and headed in his direction. On the way there, he saw a posture error: the young amateur rower was pulling violently on the cable with his back a little too crooked. The fitness trainer stood sideways behind the boy, looked at him through the wall mirror, smiled at him and said, "Hi, I'm Max. Have you been working out at the Ergo for a while?" The person addressed paused and replied, "Hey, I'm Markus. I've been rowing in a club for some time, but this is my first time here at the Ergo. Why do you ask?" The coach pointed out his mistake and offered to correct his posture. The rower agreed and the coach stood right behind him. He grabbed the boy, who was wearing a strap shirt, by the shoulders and explained to him during some slow rowing movements that he should straighten his back more before pushing off with his legs. Max felt the other's body heat as he placed his hands on his shoulders. The light film of sweat made the feeling more intense. The little guy's deodorant smelled pleasant, no trace of penetrating sweaty odor.
When he had corrected the posture, he let go of Mark's shoulders and watched him continue. The brief moment had been enough to slowly get his cock going. The fitness trainer knew this feeling all too well: once again he had found an object of his desire. It wasn't that Max was a sex addict, but when he caught scent, and that could be quite different guys, he was usually powerless and had to give in to his desire sooner or later. He looked around briefly to see if anyone else needed his help. This was not the case, but he spotted his colleague Jonas, who was soon to replace him. He said goodbye to Markus with a "See you later", which he noted with a slight frown, and strolled towards his colleague. "Well, ready for the night shift?" he asked Jonas, slamming the paw on his shoulder. Jonas jumped back and took up a defensive position like in a boxing match, grinned and said "Sure, I could prepare for it all day after the party last night. And you? Are you off for the day or still working overtime?"
At the word ‘overtime’ he put up his hands and indicated quotation marks. Of course, Jonas also knew about Max' inclinations and his sometimes special "care" for the male customers. For him, as a bisexual who was more active with the girls now, that was totally okay anyway, but he was able to keep it together better than his colleague. Like him, Jonas was also very well-toned, but fit the prototype surfer, while Max would rather pass for a bodybuilder. The colleague was even a head taller than him, had longer blond hair and pearly white teeth with an engaging laugh.
"What do you think?" the fitness trainer asked with a deliberately innocent grin. "Come on dude, I just saw you grab that little guy's shoulders back there. You must have gotten a hard-on already. He fits right into your booty pattern: young, tight and willing." - "Well, that's true, but whether he's willing I don't know... Not yet...", Max pushed behind with a dirty grin and winked. "Don't overdo it, Max, and go gently. Not that we're going to lose a top performer like you yet, who's going to lead the power workouts then?" - "Haha, that would be your biggest worry, of course," the fitness trainer teased in mock indignation. "I'm going to take a shower before I leave. It was really sweaty today watching all those people work out." Jonas laughed and disappeared toward the staff quarters where he would get ready for work. Max logged out with his chip and spoke briefly with Sven at the reception desk.
He then made his way to the general men's locker room. There were separate staff locker rooms, but no separate showers. On the way there, Max took another quick look at the ergos: the boy had disappeared. When he entered the locker room, the benches between the rows of lockers were empty, except for one gym bag. The coach unlocked one of the larger lockers, stripped completely and grabbed his shower clothes. He hung the towel on a hook in front of the shower, where another towel was already hanging. "Markus", Max thought to himself when he saw it. His cock stiffened again.
With bath slippers on his feet, naked and slightly erect boner, he entered the large shower room. The room was square with seven showers on each of two sides. Under one of these shower heads, the blond rower stood with his back to Max, running hot water over his athletic body. His skin was slightly lighter compared to the fitness trainer's, with only his arms and legs covered by a deep tan. His body looked very well trained, he obviously didn't have any excess gram of fat, and the back view was crowned by a horny looking tight ass. The fitness trainer had seen quite a few good-looking young guys in this studio, of course, but Markus somehow had something innocent about him that particularly provoked Max' sexual desire: his physique was already that of a man, but in his behavior and face he was still rather a shy little boy. Horniness rushed through his head down to the circumcised magnificence that continued to gain firmness. "I've got to have that one," Max thought to himself and stood to the right of the boy who was only now noticing him. "Oh, hi..." he said, looking at the coach. "Those blue eyes! And that cute little pout! Awesome!" it popped into the coach's head. "Hey, kid," Max replied, outwardly completely cool and turned on the shower, while inside his pulse was already quickening.
In an instant, the water rushed down the fitness trainer's Adonis body, his broad shoulders spreading the water and making it run like torrents down the massive, sculptural body. He had closed his eyes and stretched his head upward toward the stream of water as he ran his hands along his flawless body, spreading the water further and soaking in the comforting warmth. The heat soon filled the shower room with steam.
For the time being, the trainer was so busy with himself that he didn't even notice how Markus stared at him with his mouth open. After a short time, Max opened his eyes again, ran his hands through his face to wipe away the water, took a step back and reached for the shampoo. His shower running out, he took a good portion from the bottle and began to soap himself thoroughly. He had just reached his cock when he noticed the silence in the room and looked to his left, at the boy who was still staring at him and hadn't noticed that his shower had also long since run out. Max looked at him a bit perplexed at first, but then started to grin when he saw that the latter was not only staring, but obviously felt something as well: Markus had also gotten a boner and started to fiddle around with one hand on one of the two breast nipples at the same time, while devouring the muscular body of the trainer with his looks.
Max took his soapy hand and slowly massaged his cock with pleasure, which now further increased in length and stiffness and stood out like a spear from his muscular belly. His glans was clearly visible, although he lathered the cock completely. He let his other hand circle first over his six-pack, then over his right breast, where he twirled his nipple and spread the foam. As he did so, he grinned at Markus and winked at him. The boy moaned softly at this showmanship and stepped a little closer to the bodybuilder. "Well, kid? You like the view?" the latter asked him. The boy nodded slowly, and his eyes shone with horny greed. He licked his lips and the trainer in turn stepped a little closer to him. "Gotcha, you horny little prince," Max thought to himself gleefully and put his right paw on Markus' shoulder while continuing to massage his cock with the other. He wanted to fuck the little guy, show him who his stud was. But he wanted to do that as long and intensely as possible, a good foreplay is half the battle. And probably the kid didn't have that much experience yet, so just don't rush it....
"Feel free to touch. Come on, I dare you!", Max said to Markus and nodded to him. He reached out his hand carefully and brought it to the trainer's thick chest, stroking the muscles in fascination, then he felt the nipple and approached it with his mouth. He kissed it and licked over the broad, firm breast. The bodybuilder moaned softly and whispered, "Go on." The rower gained confidence and let his hand move lower, now adding the other. As he slid his hands over his stomach, Max tensed his abdominal muscles so that Markus stroked over a steel-hard, symmetrical six-pack and could feel each muscle package individually. The boy moaned softly several times, he let out an "Awesome!" and the muscle guy enjoyed the admiration with a satisfied grin, now letting his head fall back slightly.
Finally, the boy arrived at the tail. Immediately he enclosed the magnificent boner with both hands and began to jerk it gently. Soon the first drops of pre-cum formed on the tip of the glans and Max began to moan louder. He took his head forward again and all at once grabbed Markus' shoulders, pulled him close to him, hugged him tightly, kissed him on the mouth, penetrated his mouth with his tongue and conquered the oral cavity while pushing the boy in front of him towards the opposite wall. Still half-soaped, the bodybuilder now reared up in front of the slender boy and looked down at him. The boy looked up a little unsure, but trembling with horniness. "Come on, kid, suck it for me!" said Max and pushed him down on his knees with light pressure on his shoulders. He didn't have to ask for long and the boy greedily grabbed the stiff boner. He enclosed the fat glans dripping with pre-cum with his lips, while his own cock lay stiffly against his belly. He, too, was already dripping lightly.
At first hesitantly, then more and more sensitively and in longer strokes, the boy sucked the bodybuilder's cock. Shower water and spit made a good lubricant while Max supported Markus' movements with his own light thrusts from his hips. His hands played with his nipples, moaning as he threw his head back again and enjoyed the treatment with his eyes closed. "Oh, yeah, you're a gifted little sucker! Don't stop, keep it up! Way to go, kid!" the trainer praised the young guy. And he took that as an incentive to suck even harder. But no matter how hard he tried, he got at most two thirds of the pleasure stick pushed into his blowhole.
But Max wanted more, he took his paws and put them to the back of Markus' head. At the boy's next movement towards his cock, he gently but firmly pushed the blow-mouth a little further than before onto his cock. The kid gasped and pulled back a little but left the cock in his mouth. The fitness trainer wanted to feel the uvula on his glans, he wanted to feel that end horny deep stimulation when his suckers swallowed. Although Max was in general a sweet and sensitive person, he could get a bit brutal and uncompromising in the drive at times, but still always tried to make sure that everyone got their money's worth. So, the trainer allowed Markus a little rest before pushing him a little further on his cock again. "Come on, little guy. That's not all, there's more. Dare!" he motivated him.
After a few more futile attempts, Markus managed to take the cock in completely, until the short pubic hairs tickled his nose. The little guy remained in the position while the muscle guy reduced the pressure on the back of his head a bit. His mouth was stretched wide and was almost filled by the fat cock. Now he had to swallow, and his uvula bounced, stimulating Max's sensitive glans, who groaned with horniness and immediately pulled the cock out a bit so that Markus didn't have to gag. The latter became a little restless, but the fitness trainer calmed him down: "Easy, kid! Just keep breathing through your nose, trust me! I'm not doing this exercise for the first time...", he pushed behind with a dirty grin. The pre-cum was now running copiously from his glans into his mouth cunt, and with three more gentle thrusts, Max lubricated his glans through the warm moisture before pulling his cock all the way out and removing the glans from Markus' mouth with a smack.
The coach beamed at the boy and nodded appreciatively. "Respect, my little friend, that was a really cool performance. Do you have practice at that?" - "Um, well... jerked and sucked a few times with some guys at rowing summer camp. But never really." - "Bingo, the boy's still a virgin!" it flashed through the bodybuilder's mind. "That was definitely promising," Max grinned, helping the rower back to his feet. Then he wrapped his muscular arms around his shoulders and hugged him. He kissed him on the neck and on the horny blow mouth, which the little guy returned with somewhat awkward and greedy kisses. During the embrace, his wet, hard cock stood vertically against his six-pack and pressed against Markus' equally stiff cock, which was not quite as big. Max paused briefly and listened. No sound came from the locker room, fortunately they had not been disturbed during all the action, still they were alone. "Okay, we're still undisturbed, now the finale," he whispered in the blond guy's ear. He made big eyes and looked questioningly at the fitness trainer. "Come on, let's jerk off for the finale," Max said laughing and Markus nodded eagerly.
The muscle-bound guy got down on his knees in front of him and said, "I'll jump-start you." He took the erect cock in his mouth and sucked it really hard with a few quick and powerful sucking strokes. Then he let off, stood up again and gave him a tender French kiss. "Tastes really good," the trainer said and turned Markus 180° so that he was now standing with his back to the bodybuilder. The latter grabbed the boy's boner from behind and began to jerk him off. First slowly, then faster. His paw had no trouble with the boy's cock, which almost completely disappeared in it.
Meanwhile he kneaded Markus' balls with his other hand. The latter began to moan again, and his breathing accelerated. Max took his hand off the balls and twirled his nipples instead, also alternately stroking the boy's slight six-pack and small, defined pecs. No comparison to his own, but nice to look at and even more awesome to feel. The tight, smooth skin especially thrilled him. "Cute as a button, that kid!" the fitness instructor thought to himself.
Chest rising and falling, Markus started panting while Max jerked him faster and faster. His cock had settled against the little guy's rear, with light movements he guided his boner through the upper furrow of the tight ass. "Hot, isn't it kid?" the bodybuilder asked as he continued to jerk off unaffected and with a cheeky grin. Markus nodded eagerly and moaned. He pushed his little tight ass backwards, closer to Max' cock. Of course, the coach had noticed and whispered in his ear, "We'll get to that later, sweetie, then I'll deflower you even more horny." - "Ohh, yeah!" the boy moaned and started to buck.
With one last powerful movement of Max' paw, Markus shot his load, the fitness trainer grinning as he continued to jerk off, causing the hot sperm to be flung across the shower room. The little guy shot off load after load, mutated into a sperm cannon and Max pointed his cock a little upwards so that the chunks flew in a high arc. Six big ones were followed by two more smaller loads of sperm. With each shot a tremor went through the athletic boy's body and after the last shot he became a little weak on his feet. Max supported him from behind and whispered "Mega awesome finish, you had quite a build up there... Now me!"
Markus propped himself up against the shower wall and slowly caught his breath again, while he watched Max, who began to jerk his cock vigorously, still wet from the blowjob. Immediately he got horny again over the jerking bodybuilder at his side, started to grab his cock, which promptly gained hardness again. The fitness trainer came faster, with targeted jerking movements his cock became rock hard, and a lot of pre-juice oozed out of the piss slit, which was used as additional lubrication. The muscular chest rose and fell, and a little later Max let out a long-drawn-out moan.
While standing with his back leaning against the wall, he closed his eyes, jerked his head up and sprayed his loads across the room as well. Again, he continued to jerk off as he squirted, and his first three loads landed on the diagonally opposite wall, where the thick white cum slowly ran down, the remaining loads splashing directly onto the floor. "Wow, just awesome," said Markus, who had the horniness standing in his eyes again after watching his coach cum.
The two grinned at each other, kissed, and ran the showers again to wash away the cum that had spread all over the room. With a flit, the trainer pushed the last remnants of their filthy workout down the drain and also rinsed away the remains on the wall. The two showered once again side by side, looking at each other. Continuing to enjoy getting the little guy horny through his perfect body, the fitness trainer kept fixing on that seductively sweet tight ass. "Next time we'll do hand-to-hand combat training," he said with a mischievous grin to Markus, who grinned back and in response grabbed Max's cock and jerked it twice briefly. The muscle guy walked up to the little guy, pressed himself against him and whispered in his ear, "You little horny pig! I'll give you my address right away, where we’ll be completely undisturbed. Can stay with me then also, then I'll show you what else I can do with such a cock. All night long..." Markus nodded vigorously and just breathed, "So hot, can’t wait." Max slapped his hand on Markus’ tight ass as they left the shower room.
Refreshed and clean, the two grabbed their towels and headed to their lockers. By now there were a few guys in the locker room, changing for sports: The after-work athletes had arrived. The two, however, kept themselves in one of the aisles. Markus put on retro pants in a colorful pattern that fit skin-tight, accentuating his thighs, privates and tight ass, combined with shorts, a shirt and sneakers. Before finally pulling on a hoodie, the blond rower froze once again at the sight Max presented him:
The fitness trainer had already hung his work clothes in the locker before showering and had now stepped into a white jockstrap, which strongly emphasized his muscular ass and resting cock. He then retrieved a black Alpinestars leather suit with red trim from the locker and put it on. The suit hugged his muscular body, so the matte shiny leather accentuated his figure very advantageously. He put on matching black and red racing boots, took the carbon integral helmet and gloves in his hand and then turned to Markus with a smile. "We could also shoot across the street together once. Follow me!"
Hastily, the boy packed his bag and followed Max into the underground garage. There, in an alcove, stood a matte black Aprilia superbike painted with red stripes. "That's my other sweetheart, an RSV4. You're always a bit too fast on that one," the motorcyclist laughed at Markus. The latter approached the dainty-looking bike in awe and then looked at the narrow rear of the machine. "And I'm supposed to fit on the back of that?" - "Well, why not, it's definitely a cool position, believe me". There it was again, that cheeky, somewhat arrogant, but at the same time mischievous grin that Markus found so attractive next to Max’ muscular dream body. "Think about it, I'll give you my cell phone number. Call me when you're up for a ride." The fitness trainer winked at the rower, pulled out his cell phone and sent him the data via Messenger.
The bodybuilder put on his helmet and gloves, slid his bike into position and sat on it. "Had fun with you. Knock yourself out, see you next time, kid!" He held out his gloved hand and Markus punched in. Then Max started his machine and the loud roar of the powerful V4 engine filled the parking garage. With a mechanical 'clack' the first gear engaged and with his right hand he tapped his helmet briefly as if in greeting, then he drove off in the direction of the exit. As soon as he had left the parking garage and turned onto the main road, he stepped on the gas hard, disappearing from Markus' field of vision for good, and all he could hear was the rapidly fading rumble of the superbike.
