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Army, Part 1
by EY Bear
While abroad I picked up some digestive tract infection, and although I was hospitalised, I was fairly ill, and lost a lot of body mass and muscle, so when I came out I was a real weakling.
Dad decided that I needed to have some one on one physical training to build me up and arranged for a PTI (physical training instructor) to make me do a lot of workouts and also exercises for when I was at home.
The first time I was a bit nervous: I knew I looked a real weakling, and having to face some buff PTI who knew it all and would have no time for me was not encouraging. I duly turned up it PT kit, and met the instructor. He was gorgeous! Heavily muscled, though you could hardly see the skin for all the hair he had over his chest and arms, and he was wearing a gym shirt (we call them ‘wifebeaters’ today) and a pair of small thin shorts, which strained at every seam, especially at the crotch where he was showing a generous bulge. I liked all the body hair and I liked the look of the bulge, but found it difficult to know just where to look in case he thought I was one of those Nancy boys.
He started me off on the treadmill until I was exhausted, then there was a breather, and then more exercises to work on my chest, arms and stomach muscles. After each exercise we had a break, and chatted about this and that. I was really sweating by then, so he suggested that I take off the shirt and he would do the same. This gave me a good view of his chest and all the beautiful fur, and his nipples, which stood out proudly, from dollar sized deep red bases. It also gave him the opportunity to see just how skinny I was, so he moved behind me, asked me to stand up and started to massage my chest from being, rubbing his thick hairy chest against me as he did so, and at the same time massaging my chest and nipples which already stood fairly proud as I liked to play with them myself. I also noticed that his generous package was pressed hard against my arse, and I surreptitiously moved my legs a little apart so that I could feel him better, and he could feel me better too.
After we had finished all the exercises he suggested that we have a shower and I gladly agreed, then realised that I was rock hard, and said that I could just as easily have a shower at home (where I planned to take care of my hard-on). “No,” he said “you're all sweaty, better have one here.” And there was no getting out of it.
In the shower I tried to conceal my aroused state, but of course he knew, and first of all washed my back for me, and then the front. He asked me if I had ever jerked off, and I guess my red face told him the answer, and then he asked about a buddy jerk off. “No,” I replied and with that he started on my cock, and after a moment when I realised that it was what he wanted, I took hold of his much larger swollen rock hard cock, and gently moved the foreskin down so I was able to touch the swollen red head.
I soon lost my load, and then he shot his fairly quickly, spraying me with his thick creamy cum. Then he licked it off me, and carefully licked my cock and balls clean too. We left the showers, dressed and he sent me home with a date for the next training course, and the promise that next time, "We'll do something more and different. You'll enjoy it."
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