So the best way to tell this story is be doing it in timeline form. First, I will give some details. I'm a 36 year old white guy living in Atlanta. Former college athlete that played soccer in college. Reasonably successful, having great family and friends. Just over three years ago I met a wonderful woman. We've been together ever since.
Like a lot of relationships, once you get comfortable you sometimes let things go a bit. For me, I got complacent about working out, etc. My girlfriend and I were workout partners before we started dating. She kept her body up. I didn't my body go completely. However, the six pack abs and tone were no longer there. I gained about 25 pounds as well. On a frame that was normally 5'10 and about 175, to go up to 200 without any working out doesn't look very good. My girlfriend started quietly complaining and then became persistent. After a couple of months, I was prodded to get a personal trainer.
I decided to scout out a few people at my old gym in Vinings. There were a few that were known to me. I preferred a woman, but the girlfriend put the veto out on that. I asked a few people that I trust on their opinion of who the best was for training to get back to physique I once had. After gathering all the info I could (if you can't tell I can be pretty deliberate about things), all signs pointed to Travis at the gym.
I've met Travis a couple of times. He's a friendly guy. He wasn't built like a football player. More like a skilled sprinter type. Very similar build to say Tyson Gay or how Donovan Bailey is built. He was recommended as the best for "body sculpting". I decided to start working with him.
Now Travis is a guys guy. Loves College Football like I do. Actually played football at my alma mater's rival as a defensive back. Was about 6'1 and about 190 pounds. He was like most of the meatheads in the gym. Never wore skin tight under armor work out clothes or anything like that. I guess he came across as a bit conservative.
All of Travis' clientele other than I were women. White, black or Asian, you could tell that every single one was attracted to him. Not only because of his looks and body, but also because Travis had a way of teaching and speaking that put everyone at ease.
We began working out daily at 6pm. I set it up for 5 days a week with an optional day on the weekends if it worked out. Travis was clear that the only way I would get back to where I was previously was to incorporate a better diet as well. I began that in earnest too.
The workout consisted of cardio, intermediate weight training and augmented class style training. Travis was consummate professional who knew everything about the human body. I learned after a few weeks that he was a Registered Nurse. This helped explain why he literally knew things that other PTs in the gym didn't.
Working out with Travis was always fun because the topics were always stuff I loved talking about. Football, taxes, and the boobs on the hot chick on the treadmill. I can still look can't I?
Well, as our PT work continued to progress, I started seeing real results. Thinking that Travis might begin to lighten up on some of the work, instead he got tougher. He pushed even harder each session. That was in nearly every recommendation I got about Travis. He genuinely cared about providing the highest level of support, training, etc to his clients. Meanwhile, the women kept on lining up to work with him.
I asked Travis if he'd ever partaken. He replied, "Man, I've been tempted, but my old lady will kill me". I thought that was very professional.
Claire, my girlfriend, noticed that I talked about Travis a lot. She said she thought I had a man crush on him and thought it was cute. She was genuinely happy that I was almost back to my old form though. Our sex life had never been better.
So you get the picture so far. Well, just before Thanksgiving, we decided to have a party at our condo that we shared. Claire suggested that I invite Travis. I thought it was a good idea. Claire had many, single attractive friends and I thought I could get Travis hooked up pretty easily since he said he had recently become single.
The party was on a Saturday night. We invited over 40 friends. Brought in catering, some liquor, wine and beer. I knew early on, it was going to be a bit crazy. Claire was drunk by 7pm when barely 15 had arrived. Travis didn't show up until 9pm. As expected, he was surrounded by Claire's friends. He was dressed in dress pants, a shirt and a tie. It was casual, but I guess he wanted to impress.
The party continued on until after midnight. Claire was a mess and most people had left. Still, there were 5 or 6 of us still going. The one drawback with Claire is that she's a messy drunk. She gets argumentative when she's that way. On that cue, all but Claire, her friend Marcy, Travis and I were left.
Marcy was obviously hanging around in hopes that Travis would make the move. She was sauced as well and was making it obvious. However, after another hour, she couldn't stay awake. Claire walked her upstairs to the guest bedroom. After 20 minutes, I was wondering where Claire was. I went upstairs and found Claire passed out naked on the bed. I quietly tucked her in. I don't even think she stirred.
I went back downstairs and Travis was cleaning up and washing dishes. I protested, but he insisted. We started cleaning up the condo. I noticed that Travis had taken off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt a bit. It was the first time, I had actually caught myself noticing something like that. I shrugged it off and kept cleaning. It's amazing the mess that nearly 40 people can make.
Throughout the cleaning, we kept on brushing up against each other. It all seemed innocent, but I felt a slight charge run through me each time. I began washing dishes again while Travis ferried dishes over. He then began drying them. Brushing up against me again.
We were having our normal conversations like we would during PT sessions. He walked away for a minute. When he came back, he put his hand on my shoulder. I ignored it because I felt the same charge again. He let it linger and began massaging my shoulder. He asked me if I was still having the same shoulder issue from a few weeks prior. I told him no, but he kept massaging.
He then began massaging with both hands. I couldn't understand what was going on. You see, I've never so much as looked at another man before. I have always been the guy cracking gay jokes or making it obvious that my preference was women. However, I was feeling something.
Travis stepped away again. When I turned around, he was just looking at me. He said, "Your body has really improved. We've got more to do though". At that moment, I looked down and noticed his hard on. It was impossible not to notice beneath his dress pants.
He then said slowly, "I don't want to alarm you. I never been attracted to a man before, but for some reason, I have been to you since I began training you. I hope that doesn't make you uncomfortable. If it does, you will never hear of it again and I can stop being your personal trainer".
At first, I was shocked to hear it. Then the wine haze let it soak in. I also think that liquid courage is what caused me to do what I did next.
I immediately grabbed his hand and led him into the living room. I don't know what was causing me to do what I was doing, but I had to satisfy it. I began unbuttoning his shirt. I was having trouble with it. Travis couldn't wait and literally ripped it off. I will tell you, that his body is perfection. Just perfectly toned. Not a six pack, but an eight pack. Beautifully chiseled, rock hard muscle. I was practically salivating.
We began kissing. At first gingerly, but then with animalistic passion. I backed away and began unbuttoning his pants. I had never even thought about it in my life before. However, I had to see his cock. I had to hold it in my hands. I had to kiss it. I had to bring him pleasure.
