Simon eased me to the table and then, to my surprise lifted me up as though I weighed nothing, lying me down on the table. As we entered I saw the table in front of us, it looked easily big enough to support my entire body and then some. I put my arm around his strong shoulders and leant on him for support as we made our way to the conservatory. “We’ll get you on the massage table in the conservatory I should be able to ease the pain away.
Do you think you could walk on it if I helped you?” He asked. “Yeah, right there.” I nodded my head as his hands softly rubbed the back of my thigh. “Where does it hurt?” He asked, moving his hand to the back of my leg. “I think I’ve pulled my hamstring!” I answered, as Simon put his arm around me, placing his firm hand on my leg. “What’s wrong Jack!?” Simon’s voice rang out as he shot over to me, his face a picture of concern. “Fuck!” I shouted out, as I collapsed onto the floor, my hands immediately gripping the back of my leg. Suddenly I felt a sharp stabbing pain at the back of my leg, as I felt as if someone had just driven a knife into me. I stooped down and extended my right leg in front of me, stretching out my hamstrings. Feeling my muscles aching in protest as I put them to work once again. I took up my place next to him and began my own stretches. I would let him fuck me till I couldn’t walk. I poured the welcome liquid into my mouth, as my eyes wandered over to where Simon had begun his stretches. I nodded in agreement while grabbing my bottle of water that I’d left next to the towels. “We’ll just do a few warm down stretches then we’ll call it a day eh?”
“That was a good session today kiddo, I’m really proud of you.” He said as he clapped his hand on my shoulder. I walked over to him accepting a towel from him, rubbing sweat from my perspiring body. “Sorry Simon.” I replied as we both laughed it off. “Mr Goodwin? Am I your Geography teacher or something?” He chuckled. “S-Sorry Mr Goodwin.” I apologised, climbing to my feet, wincing as I felt the pain in my abs. “You gonna lay there all day kiddo?” His deep voice brought me back to the present. I remember I’d almost gasped out loud as he’d walked into the bathroom, leaving the door open so I could catch a glimpse of him, slowly peeling down his shorts. My eyes drank in the view as he strode past, the outline of his cock was plain as day. He’d walked into the living room after his workout, bare-chested, wearing shorts that clung tightly to his muscled thighs.
To be truthful I had always fancied him ever since I first met him at my friend Carl’s house. When Mr Goodwin has asked me if I would like to train with him, and the thought of seeing his hot, toned body glistening with sweat, I was hardly going to say no. Ever since watching gay porn as a teenager my attention has always been straying to possibilities of going at it hot and heavy with another guy. “You’ve outdone yourself today kiddo, great workout.” Mr Goodwin walked away from me to the other end of the room, bending over to pick up a towel. “One! Keep it up Jack! Two! Three! Just two more! Four! One more Jack! Five!” I collapsed backwards onto the mat, my abs burning with white hot fire, as my breath came out in ragged bursts. I dipped backwards, stopping just short of the exercise mat before pulling into a sitting position once again, completing the sit up. My body was shaking form the effort as I pulled myself into a sitting position again, the pain in my abs intensifying.
“That’s it! You’re doing great!” His large firm hands gripped my ankles to steady me. My upper body ached as I pushed myself on. My muscles burned form the exertion as I gritted my teeth, determined to please him. “Come on Jack! Just a few more!” Mr Goodwin shouted encouragingly, as he leaned over me.