I could barely sleep, when the day came. I remember waking up about an hour before my alarm clock with a huge hardon in my underwear. Oscar was very explicit about not jerking off unless I get fed so it was really hard for me to just stay in the bed with my thoughts, surrounding Oscar and his crazy hot friend Carlos. So I got out of bed and did some stretches and push-ups instead. I didn't want to embarrass Oscar after all... He was the one coaching me all this time and I wanted to show everything I got!
The day was long and restless. Coach confirmed our meetup to me by a text message at about lunchtime and I wasn't able to think about anything else since. The time finally came - 9PM, time for me to pack up my gym gear and head there.
I arrived to the fully illuminated gym, which was - of course - deserted. I only heard a couple of voices. That threw me off... there was more than two. I stepped in to check it out and I saw three, instead of two burly dudes waiting by the bar.
One of them was Oscar, and I recognized Carlos as the second one. The third one was a tall black man with a shaved head and body almost as jacked as Carlos. They were all wearing tank tops and briefs - the brand kind, a very tight fit that didn't leave a lot of room for imagination.
All of them turned their heads as soon as I came in. "Ronnie!" Oscar greeted me, a wide smile on his lips, as he approached me, "Come here, let me introduce you to everybody!"
I have to admit, I was a little bit shy in front of all three of these studs about to watch me work out - especially in front of that guy that I didn't know. Nevertheless, I approached Oscar and he put his arm around my shoulders. My eyes shily admired their hard muscles underneath those tank tops - it was hard not to feel humbled in their presence. They seemed to be friendly though.
"Ronnie here is a prized trainee of mine," Oscar said, his hand rubbing my shoulder, "He's the one I've been telling you all about. And he's the one you're gonna help me train today. Say hi, Ronnie!"
"H-Hey," I stammered, immediately going red in the face. Both of the guys laughed and the bald guy decided to step up and break the ice by offering me a handshake.
"What's up, Ronnie, I'm Roy," he said, his voice one of the deepest I've ever heard. I offered my hand and I thought he was going to crush it - but he ended up giving me a gentle but firm handshake, "I assume you're a little surprised to see me here - Oscar said was going on and on about how... diligent you are, I just couldn't help but see for myself. Hope you don't mind I tagged along."
"No! Obviously, of course not. You look like you could give me a lot of good advice."
Roy smirked at that, knowing too well that advice wasn't the only thing he could give to me. My eyes looked down and saw him adjusting the bulge in his briefs, which now looked a little bit full than it did a minute ago. He then stepped back to make room for Carlos.
"Hey there, bro," he said to me in a familiar tone, "I'd shake your hand, but it seems a little formal, given that we've basically already met."
He winked at me and I smiled awkwardly. Last week, coach took a video of me lapping down some of Carlos' cum that he rubbed out just for me, to help me with my diet. Based on some reactions Oscar got after, Carlos enjoyed that video very much.
"No need to be shy around these guys, my boy," Oscar assured me, "Just do whatever you'd normally say or do with me around them. Now, I don't think there's any reason to postpone our training any longer. Ronnie, you seem to be the one wearing the most clothing - show the guys how we like to dress when we work out around here."
I was afraid the toned studs would be judging me when I stripped down in front of them, but as I took my shirt off, they gave me some very nice compliments. After I was only in my briefs, the guys followed my lead and took off their tank tops. Needless to say that their bodies were perfect - beautiful muscled figures that looked like they were cut from stone. I was surrounded by three, huge, muscled alpha studs. It was a little humbling, but also made me feel powerful. Like I was one of them, even though my physique was incomparable.
"That's better..." coach announced, "Now, let's get to work."
Oscar and I went on with our usual routine, while the guys did their own - they always picked out machines that were close to us so they could observe. Once in a while, Roy or Carlos pointed something out about my technique and it was very helpful. All that while Oscar kept close to me, making sure I was doing everything as instructed.
"Make sure to pull it back all the way to your pecs, boy," Carlos instructed me, leaning over me as I was on the pull up machine. I was sitting on Oscar's lap and his hands were wrapped around my torso to make sure my back was arched just right. I almost felt Carlos's eyes sliding up and down my half-naked body. "There you go... flex it just right."
"You know," Roy joined into the conversation, "That machine is good and all but nothing beats good old-fashioned pull ups. You have to use much more of your muscle groups that way."
I let go of the handle and wiped the sweat off of my forehead.
"I can't really do many pull ups just yet, though..." I said, once again feeling a little ashamed of my own abilities.
"Well, a few is better than none," Carlos suggested, "And they help you get stronger even if you do them with assistance. Come on, boy. Let me help you."
"I think you should listen to Carlos, Ronnie," Oscar said into my ear. It always made my cock jump a little bit when he spoke to me from this close, "He trained a bunch of young boys, just like you. He knows what he's doing."
"Okay then," I said and got off of Oscar's lap. Carlos led me to the pull up bar, where I put my hands on it and he put his hands on my hips. He was as close to me as Oscar was seconds before and whispered into my ear just like him.
