It was a quiet night and the neighborhood was mostly quiet. Since it was monday, most people have gone to sleep early and most of the window were dark. A single, solitary floor in one older building was still lit though.
If someone climbed onto the ledge and looked through that window, he would see a gigantic, beautiful man named Oscar, stark naked, sitting on a bench in the locker room of the gym, moaning and stroking the hair of a young man kneeling beside him bobbing his head between his legs.
That young men was me. It was a beautiful ending to another one of our workout sessions. For the last couple of weeks, we've made a lot of progress. I only saw a little bit of the results but I felt myself getting so much fitter. I felt better and healthier, some of my confidence issues were fading away and every day I woke up full of energy. And I owed it all to this man.
I was making sure the payback he would get for doing all this plus thinking of my protein intake would be as rewarding as possible.
"Oh you know I love when you work the tip like that," my coach sighed as his sweaty back leaned against the lockers. He put a little pressure on my head as he was getting impatient. "Oh fuck yeah, that's it, you remembered I like it when you play with my balls..."
I was moaning with him as his massive cock slid in and out of my hungry mouth. My lips were already glazed with his precum. I deepthroated him for a while again before I stopped just at his tip and flicked my tongue around his slit. That drove Oscar crazy - and the crazier he was, the bigger reward I was gonna get.
"God damn, you little bastard," he grunted, "I taught you well. Too well. Get ready, boy... don't waste a drop!"
That was a clear signal for me to seal my lips over his tip and suck as hard as possible. As promised, a torrent of thick man jizz followed to feed my hungry mouth. I quickly fell in love with the taste. Oscar's cum tasted like every single one of my goals, compressed into a form of rich, white liquid. It made me feel strong - when I had at least a piece of this strong man inside of me, I already walked the streets more proudly.
My mouth sucked everything right off and cleaned coach's sweaty tool clean.
"Lifting weights is not the only thing you're getting better at," he smirked at me and then something occurred to him, "Oh shit, I almost forgot! I have a surprise for you!"
He leaned into his bag and started looking for something in it. I kept kneeling before him, confused and with a hardon.
"There it is!" he said as he pulled out a very little capped cup, "I've got something real special for you tonight, kid."
"What is it, coach?" I asked eagerly, my eyes glued on the cup.
"Remember when we talked about nutrition? And how some men have more nutritious cum than others - due to their diet and lifestyle?"
"Yeah, of course, coach. You told me to only get it from you or men that you approve of,"
"That's exactly right, my boy," Oscar beamed at me, "And since I wanted to mix up your diet a little bit, I started looking into my group of friends who would be able to help you with nutrition."
"Wow!" my face went a little red, "I can't believe you went through all that just for my training."
"Don't worry, Ronnie - this is a pro bono kind of situation. I found a couple of perfect and eager candidates. Sadly, they are all very busy men and their workout schedules don't really align with our night... sessions."
"I see," I responded, sounding a little disappointed.
"No need to be down, Ronnie," coach assured me, "I told them everything about your energy and stamina and they agreed to make time to work out with us, together."
"Really?" I couldn't believe it. Was I... gonna be a part of a group of bodybuilders? What a lucky day!
"They should catch up with us next week for our first group session," he said, pulling out his phone, "But one of them, Carlos, was so eager to meet you that he agreed to give you a little bit of a... taste test before you meet him."
He showed me the screen with Carlos at one of those oiled-up bodybuilding championships. He was a beautiful, latin man with a nice goatee on his face and a killer smile. He was flexing his huge muscles and filling up the speedo nicely in the picture. This man was going to come to help train me? Did Christmas come early?
My eyes then shifted to the cup.
"Is that Carlos's..."
"Just for you, Ronnie, very fresh," Oscar tempted me, "Carlos is my good friend from Colombia. He stopped by about an hour before you came. I guarantee this is some good stuff. And you can have it all - on one condition."
My hungry eyes slipped back to Oscar's face.
"He wanted me to take a video of you enjoying and savoring it. To make sure you're the kind of good, eager boy I told him you are. Can you do that for him?"
"I..." my tone got a little tentative, but then I threw all my worries away. I wasn't gonna throw a training chance of a lifetime away because of one little video!
"That is absolutely no problem," I grinned, "As long as he doesn't mind that I'm a little shy on camera."
"Oh," he chuckled as he looked for the camera app, "Trust me Ronnie, that's gonna make him even happier. Okay, ready?"
The phone let out a DING and Oscar pointed the camera at himself first.
"What's up, bro! Oscar here. I'm here with Ronnie,"
The camera shifted on me and I waved and smiled as my face went beet red. I realized I might still have some of Oscar's load on my face and I wasn't sure if it's gonna be visible on the camera.
"Ronnie here had a productive day today," he said, briefly pointing the camera at his limp dick before turning it back on me, "And he had a big, refreshing protein shake. I don't think it was enough for him though, what do you think Ronnie?"
I felt a little silly, but it was also kind of fun playing around like that. "Yeah I think I could handle a bit more."
"He's modest, he could handle a lot more," Oscar said, reaching for the cup with his free hand and opening it with his thumb. I saw that Carlos filled the small cup nicely.
"Why don't you smell what Carlos made for you, boy, and tell us what you think of it?" Oscar teased me with the cup under my nose.
