"Hey there, Ronnie," Oscar greeted me, as I entered through the door. Just like two days ago, the gym was empty and the only ones present in the building were Oscar and me - complete and total privacy.
"Evening, coach! Here I am, ready for my training," I said, trying to hide the guilt in my face. Oscar raised an eyebrow as he saw my expression though. He seemed suspicious.
"Anything wrong, my boy?"
"No, coach, nothing at all," I felt terrible about lying to the man and tried to hide my shame by looking through my pockets frantically, "By the way... here's your underwear back, coach. Again, thanks a lot."
"As I said, don't mention it, boy," he chuckled as he took them from me, "I hope they were comfortable?"
"They fitted like a glove, coach."
He inspected the cloth for a bit with a bit of a confused look.
"Ronnie, did you wash these?"
"Erm... yeah, coach," I immediately started getting nervous and was hoping he wouldn't notice that I put them in the washer to get my cum out, "I kinda didn't want them to be damp from my sweat, you know."
His suspicious look didn't go away and it seemed like forever before Oscar responded to that.
"Well, thank you for taking care of it, Ronnie. Oh, by the way - I came up with an idea. Last time you misplaced your briefs somewhere in the locker room, right? So, for the future, I suggest we work out wearing a little... less."
It was my turn to raise an eyebrow.
"I'm sorry, coach?"
"No need to take any more sporting gear with, Ronnie. You just take you street clothes and leave them right here, on the desk - that way, there's less stuff that can get lost. It's much more natural for your body to exercise half-naked anyway! I'm sure you'll feel much more energetic if you let your skin breathe a little bit. And you don't have to worry about anyone seeing you, since it's after closing time..."
His hand slowly reached down to undo the knot on his workout shorts.
"I don't want you to feel weird," he assured me, "So I will do the same. What do you say, Ronnie?"
There was no saying "no" to him - not to Oscar. He knew what he was doing and no matter how strange it seemed to me, it wasn't up to me to question his methods. If he thought that it would be better for me to workout just in my underwear, then I was going to do it.
Plus, if he was going to do the same, maybe I could at least have some motivation to look at. You know, sort of like a goal I was headed to, sometime in distant future. Mere admiration, nothing more. And maybe just a little bit of curiosity...
"Sure thing, coach," I said with less hesitation in my voice, "Let's get to it!"
We both stripped down to our underwear on the spot. Oscar was wearing a bright red jockstrap showcasing his bulging meat in the front while uncovering his ass in the back. Very functional, I thought, maybe I should get a piece of underwear like that. Oscar definitely wore it well. His rock-hard muscles looked amazing with the jock, supported his giant bulge and really made the comparison between him and me stand out.
Fuck, if I knew this was coming, I'd wear something a little better than my baggy boxers...
We soon started and Oscar gave it to me hard once again. We went from one machine to another and there was no mercy. Oscar remembered the limits he found on me during our last lesson and was determined to push them. He kept telling me that if I was serious about getting better, I should always push more and more and never stop for the sake of being "good enough". At the same time, he said, it was important to appreciate the body I currently had, though - that I should stay both proud and motivated. He frequently groped on various muscle groups on my body as I was working out, examining them with his expert touch - making sure I was flexing correctly and that they were properly stretched.
"That's it, Ronnie, push and pull. Twelve more to go," he whispered right into my ear as he was behind me, his hands on my arms and his amazing body pushing against me, as I was struggling with the handles on one of the machines. I remembered the dream I had the night before and was praying not to let it give me a hardon... it would be very hard to disguise anything in these terrible boxers!
"I can tell what you have potential, Ronnie," he said to me, as his fingers were running against my muscles, which I was flexing to the max, "You have a good body type. You just need some exercise to get it all going. Before you know it, you'll be so jacked you won't recognize yourself in the mirror."
His words genuinely warmed me up inside and made me a little happier about myself but his distracting fingers made it really hard for me to keep my mind from slipping into indecent thoughts. Sweat started dropping from my forehead onto the towel I put below me as I tried to keep my focus on the weights and not Oscar's body. My dick was already semi-hard.
"Okay Ronnie, that was enough. Good job. Let's move on."
I got off of the machine and tried to do it carefully, as to not show the growing tent in my boxers. Oscar, of course, noticed almost immediately. His hands landed on my shoulders and gently turned me around to meet his smiling face.
"Ronnie?" he asked me, "What did I say about being ashamed of what happens to your body?"
I instantly went fully red in the face.
"You told me that it happens to everybody..."
"That's right, Ronnie," he said and then, to my surprise, his hand went for his own waistband and pulled down his jockstrap in one quick motion. I saw that Oscar's big, uncut tool was semi-hard - just like mine.
"It happens to me all the time," he said as his hand gently rubbed my shoulder, "Now, please, take off yours as well, too. I don't want you to feel like you have to hide anything from me."
I hesitated. I didn't really want to parade around my average cock, incomparable with this man's weapon. But coach's wish was an order... My thumb went under the waistband of the boxers and let them fall on the ground.
"There you go," he said, as he patted me on the shoulder, "Now there's no secrets. Come on, time for your last set. Let's do some bench presses."
I put the towel on before I laid my fully naked body below the bar. Oscar put on a generous amount of weight - well, at least for my standards - and then assumed his position as the spotter.
"Now don't worry about anything, kid," he said to me from above in a reassuring voice, "You can only do as much as your body allows you to. And if your muscles give up in the middle, I'm here, remember that."
It was hard to forget he was there, with his powerful physique, raging muscles and his huge cock just inches away from my face. Once again, I could smell his intense, manly aroma - the scent of a whole day of pushing and pulling in this gym, the kind of scent you had to EARN.
I tried blocking all that out as I put my palms on the bar. I unhinged it from its place and Oscar immediately crouched down, putting his hands in position under the bar in case of emergency. This, of course, put me even closer to his manhood - in fact, I think the tip of it was rubbing into my hair. Forget about it Ron, I told to myself, you've got a job to do.
My muscles tensed up to their limit and with some heavy breathing did my first push. It wasn't easy and my muscles felt like they were going to kill me, but I did it. I knew I couldn't stop there. Oscar taught me that technique was more important than speed, so I didn't push too much on the tempo and lowered the bar slower instead. It made it hurt more, but Oscar nodded in acceptance.
"That's right, kid. No need to rush things. You're doing great. Keep it up."
He knew exactly what to say to motivate me. The proud tone of his voice filled me with so much power and I was able to follow his instructions with relative ease. Meanwhile, my cock was growing from the intensity my body was going through, but I was ignoring it. As Oscar said, it wasn't important. I just focused on my breathing, letting the intoxicating smell of Oscar run through my nostrils and raising that bar. It almost felt like it was helping me - filling my body with more and more energy.
I managed to do a few more pushes, before my arms started shaking, just about to give up. Oscar came to the rescue immediately and helped me to do one last push before securing the bar safely in its place.
"Now that," he said, with a wide grin on his face, "Is some work I can be proud of, kid."
He had no idea what the words meant to me. My face lit up and even though I was still short on breath I was able to mutter out a very sincere "thank you". My dick was standing up like a lighthouse and I knew Oscar knew, but he didn't care. I could feel the intimacy and mutual understanding between us.
"That was more than enough for today," he told me as he helped me get up, "Time to hit the locker room!"
***
As we entered the locker room, Oscar stopped me in my tracks.
"Oh! I almost forgot... Hang on."
I turned around and watched him go through his back, before he pulled out a piece of paper. It had my name on the top and a bunch of text divided into paragraphs under it.
"Here's the first draft of your diet, kid. We will work on it more as we go and see what works for you best. Remember how I told you working out was all about nutrition? You gotta start changing your eating habits if you want to see some prominent changes."
"Wow..." I said, taking the piece of paper from him, including everything in great detail. This... this was a big favor he was doing for me - I knew this kind of planning usually involves a lot of money, "Are you sure you're comfortable doing this for free, coach? I mean... it's too generous."
