Joe and Tony were among the adult male participants in a new body-shaping program at the local Y. The management had brought in a trainer with great credentials and a face and body to die for. In fact, he was the reason both Joe and Tony were in the class. They were both pretty good-looking themselves, in a guy-next-door kind of way, but they got one look at this guy at the gym one day and signed up.
The trainer was practically a kid - probably about 20 or 21 years old, a nice, average build, but with tits and ass for days. From what they could hear of the conversation he was having with a young muscle stud, he was straight and not too bright.
When they arrived for the first training session, together with about 6 other guys, they were disappointed to see the hot little trainer dressed in a set of running sweats. It looked like he planned to lead the group in them. They could hardly see any of that body they signed up for.
But just before they left the locker room to head out for the private room where the class was being conducted, Joe noticed in the mirror that the kid was still sitting on the bench in the next aisle of lockers. Winking at Tony, he said, "Say, you noticed those sweats the trainer's wearing? Well, one of the other trainers told me why he has to wear shit like that. Seems like he's gone way out of condition."
Tony was not slow on the uptake. "No! He sure doesn't look out of shape."
"Yeah, that's what the guy said - those sweats are covering up a pot belly like you wouldn't believe."
Tony laughed. "Oh, well, maybe he can teach, anyway - even if he can't follow his own training. Let's give him a shot."
"Might as well. We already paid."
The two of them slammed their lockers and headed out to the training room.
Two minutes later, the kid came strutting into the room, bare to the waist. The guys in the training group just stared - he had the most beautiful pair of tits ever seen on a guy in that gym. They were full, firm, hairless - eraser-sized nipples pointing out from dark, oval-shaped aureoles. And the flattest, smoothest belly you could ever hope to see in the flesh with skin as smooth and plush as a baby's.
Tony noticed how he took a quick look at him and Joe - just to see if they had taken in the fact that the rumor was totally false. They obligingly exchanged a few words, eyes on his belly. He looked smugly satisfied as he headed to the front of the room.
He would have been a little confused if he had actually heard what was being said in those few words - "Want to go for the pants?" "Lead on - you're golden so far."
A few minutes into the class, Joe managed to mutter something to Tony, just loud enough to be overheard by the trainer. Something to the effect that the other trainer might have been wrong about the belly, but it looked like he was probably right about the skinny legs. Said his glutes were nothin' and his thighs had no meat at all.
A look at the kid's face almost made the two of them laugh out loud - he was pissed as hell, and obviously trying to think - evidently something that didn't come easy to him.
A few minutes later, the kid announced that since they were warmed up now, he'd strip down to his usual workout garb. Before the dumfounded gazes of his class, the kid stripped the sweat pants down and off. As he turned to hang the sweats across the back of a chair, there was an audible gasp from the guys watching him.
Under the sweats (bless his simple soul) he had nothing on but a jock. With his back to the class, he was displaying the hottest, fullest, smoothest pair of bare cheeks Joe had ever seen. And he took his time folding the sweats, too, bending over more than seemed strictly necessary. He flexed and relaxed those baby-smooth cheeks a couple of times, directly into the faces of the men in his class.
Even bent over as he was, his cheeks were full and muscular enough to conceal the most private feature of his ass. And nowhere in sight was even a hint of hair - smooth and flawless, his hot young ass was knocking 'em all dead. Even the straight guys were looking distinctly hungry.
As he turned back to the class, even this arrogant punk had to be a little embarrassed - his jock was stretched way out of shape, trying to cover what were obviously the biggest balls in the room - possibly in the city. His good-sized young cock was clearly outlined, draped over the top, but it was the balls that made the basket so big it bounced when he walked.
As he took them through the first set of exercises, his big basket flopped and bounced around almost uncontrollably. Obviously, the jock he was using was not quite the right caliber for the job. It evidently embarrassed him enough that he finally turned around and started leading the class with his back to them.
Now this was an angle the whole group could enjoy - the kid's big round buttcheeks merrily bounced and jiggled their way through the movements. As the moves became more strenuous and stretchy, he ended up showing off quite a bit of that deep crack after all.
At the end of the class, all the guys gathered around him to thank him and congratulate him on the great class. Great moves. It really helps to have the trainer's body exposed like that - you can really see what's happening. Brilliant idea. Really look forward to the next class. Never had a trainer who went so far just to teach a class. Blah blah.
And all the time, they shook his hand and patted his arms, his shoulders, his bare ass. Just a bunch of regular guys. The kid was beaming. Looked like he had this bunch of older men in the palm of his hand. The owner would be really impressed. Maybe he could even work out some kind of sponsorship deal . . .
They followed him down to the locker room - one of them picked up his sweats and carried them for him. The kid seemed hardly to notice that he was walking through the gym completely bare-ass. The other patrons were clearly enjoying their eyeful, but he made it all the way to the locker room without a hint of self-consciousness. Well, it was an all-male gym. He just acted like the whole place was one big locker room.
Most of the guys went ahead and showered and took off. A few, including Joe and Tony, hung around - just to keep talking to the kid about his pecs and glutes and how they got that way. What kind of work they needed, etc.
The kid was happy to oblige - he loved being the center of attention. And near-naked as he was, he was able to point out how specific movements affected specific muscles. A few of the guys from the gym wandered by to watch a little.
Finally, when they were about the only ones left, Joe and Tony confessed to the kid that they'd been told some pretty negative things about his body. They were sure glad that he'd proven them wrong right off the bat. It wasn't very inspiring to be trained by someone whose own body wasn't so hot.
The kid smirked at the admission. They went on to tell him what a brilliant move it was to teach with his full body on display like that. It dramatized every little movement and really kept their attention.
Joe gave him a real serious look. "You know, something that might make it even better was if he'd do some hands-on demos of exactly which muscles are affected by each move. Like when you do leg-lifts - uh, here, lay down on this bench. Yeah, that's it. Now lift your legs straight up - Tony, you be the weights - press down on his feet as he presses up. Spread 'em a little wider - can't really see the movement that well. There! That's good.
"Now, see, you can explain that this exercise builds the glutes, but until I actually feel the heat [here Joe cupped one hand over each of the kid's flexed asscheeks], I don't really take it in. OK, do a few more presses. Yeah, I can feel it. Really makes an impression. You try it Tony. I'll take his feet."
Joe spread the kid's feet wide, while Tony, in the process of dutifully feeling the kid's ass, managed to spread his cheeks wide. The little pink dot of an asshole was finally seeing the light of day - or at least the light of locker room.
Tony finally let go and gave the kid a sharp whack across the ass. "Yeah! You sure know how to teach, guy. Maybe you can let the guys feel the burn next time. I think they'd really appreciate it."
The kid was flushed with excitement about all the success and the good ideas. He couldn't thank them enough. In the showers, the kid even let them wash his back and his butt - very thoroughly. Joe explained that his Dad was a doctor and he knew all about proper hygiene. Showed him how important it was to get the ass thoroughly soaped - especially the crack. You really have to bend over to open it up. You can tell if you're doing it right by the way it feels. A perfect ass-wash feels real, real good.
The kid admitted, as Joe ran the soap up and down his asscrack, deliberately rubbing it against the kid's asshole, that he was right - it did feel good.
"Just remember to do that every time you shower. You'll notice the difference. You'll have a lot more energy."
The kid stayed in the crouched-over position even after Joe was done with him. "What's the matter - here, stand up." The two guys muscled him into an upright position.
It was obvious why he was staying bent over - his young cock was hard as a rock, pointing straight up in the air and quivering like a teenager's. The guys laughed. "Don't worry about it - that always happens. My Dad says it's perfectly natural. It'll go away. Just ignore it."
For the rest of the shower, the kid's cock just stayed hard as a rock, and he got more and more flustered by it. They teased him like high-schoolers, grab-assing at it and slapping it when they could get through his defenses. They got him laughing and yelling like a kid.
Finally, when they figured nobody'd be left in the locker room, they turned off the showers and buddy-buddy walked him out to the locker - one of them holding each arm, so his hardon bounced along in front of them, completely unprotected. With their free hands, they slapped and grabbed at it, while the kid yelled with laughter and kept yelling at them to cut it out. Not really resisting too hard, though. This kind of horseplay he was used to.
"And in honor of your first day of training, we think you shouldn't have to even towel down for yourself - let your humble students do the honors."
They each grabbed a towel and goofed around with the kid, toweling off his hair and face, then more slowly working their way over his pecs and back. Joe concentrated on the tits, while Tony worked his way down the back and started a very thorough workover of the kid's ass, especially between the cheeks, rubbing the soft towel over the kid's asshole over and over as Joe did the same for the kid's nipples.
The kid was almost gasping now - laughing and moaning and yelling "Enough! Cut it out!" Finally Joe switched from the tits to the kid's cock and balls. He made a joke of it, and managed to dry the kid off, while leaving his cock even more rigid and twitchy than it was before.
They alternated teasing and ragging on him as they got dressed, always managing to prevent him from getting any of his clothes on. Finally, they were both fully dressed, while all the kid had managed to get on was his socks.
They changed over to a modified game of keep-away with the clothes. They tossed his T-shirt back and forth, and finally Joe just held it up over his head, letting the kid grapple with him, pressing his naked body against Joe's fully-clothed one, climbing all over him, trying to reach the T-shirt. Joe could feel the kid's rock-hard young cock pressing into his thigh, then rubbing its way up over his belly as the kid climbed right up his body after the T-shirt.
Tony snapped a towel at the kid's exposed ass until the kid gave up on Joe and turned to Tony, trying to get the towel away from him.
After about a half-hour of making the kid work for every article, he finally managed to get into his T-shirt, his Calvin Klein briefs and his shoes.
Still holding on to his pants and shirt, they told him they'd give him a ride home. Dressed like he was, there was no way he'd ever make it home otherwise, especially with that hard little dick making the front of his Calvins stick straight out. They buddy-walked him right out of the locker room, through the gym, and out to the parking lot, the kid still in nothing but his underwear, protesting all the way.
