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.
"It smells... like a real fucking man," I sighed as I inhaled the potent smell of Carlos's load. It made me imagine Carlos right before me, hanging his tool right in front of my face.
"Wow! Ronnie, language!" Oscar chuckled, "Ronnie here can have a dirty little mouth sometimes. Do you want to show Carlos how dirty it can get with his gift for you?"
My tongue ran over my lips.
"Yeah."
Oscar raised the cup far over my head and started softly leaning it over my face. I opened my mouth and watched a big, long string of cold cum hit my lips and tongue.
"Don't waste it Ronnie, Carlos worked real hard on that," Oscar said as he slowly poured the contents of the cup into my mouth, letting a long string form between the cup and my mouth, catching it all on video. I gulped down Carlos's load, imagining him right here before me, groaning and giving me his thick load personally. My dick was so hard it was aching... I wondered whether that was visible on the video too.
"Aaaaaand that's all of it," Oscar said as I smacked my lips, "Unless Ronnie wants to lick the cup clean."
I took the plastic cup out of my coach's hands and stuck out my tongue. I cleaned out every single drop of Carlos's jizz, already feeling the power of it coursing through my veins.
"Damn," Oscar laughed, "As you can see, Ronnie can't wait to meet you. Don't you cancel on us, bro!"
With that, he ended the video. I watched him play with his phone for a while before e put it away.
"And... sent," he said as he looked right at me and my throbbing cock, "Wow, that really excited you, didn't it Ronnie?"
"I already thought I was gonna bust a nut when I was sucking you," I sighed, "But now... maaan, I really can't hold it any longer coach."
"Okay then, tiger. You sure earned it today," he said as he raised his left arm, exposing his armpit full of only lightly trimmed hair, "Dig in, boy. I saw you prodding your nose in there last time we fooled around. You could have told me you wanted a taste."
"God dammit, you're the best coach ever," I whimpered as I got into Oscar's lap and stuck my nose into his sweaty, beautiful, hairy armpit. We haven't showered yet and I don't think Oscar has showered since yesterday. He worked out whole day and then the whole evening with me, saving up his manly juices for me, really bottling it up just for me to savor it later.
My tongue lapped and drank the sour liquid and my face soaked up Oscar's potent smell. I'm ashamed to say it only took a couple strokes for me to shoot my load. I blasted it all over Oscars beautiful chest, his abs and his lap. When I was done, I rested my face in his pit, feeling cozier and safe than ever.
"Nice load, boy..." he whispered into my ear, "You better catch it all before it gets cold."
Oh, right... I couldn't waste all that cum, even if it was mine. I quickly bend down and licked all of Oscar's sweaty, salty body, cleaning my cum and putting it back inside me. My tongue scrubbed him clean and when I was cleaning up my cum from his cock, I noticed him getting a semi.
"Dirty little bastard, getting your coach worked up like that so soon," he shook his hand in playful disapproval even though his lips grinned at me, "We have time for that later though. Finish me up and let's shower."
I complied and finished eating up the third load of the last fifteen minutes. Coach then helped me up and led me to the showers. They turned into a very intimate ritual between us where I helped him get soaked up and then he helped me with the same, talking to me about my technique, what I was doing wrong and where I was doing better. Today was no exception - I washed him down, treating his body like some kind of priceless artefact, before he got behind me and soaked up my back.
