0 comments/ 23649 views/ 2 favorites Training Session By: TexacoKitten "...18, 19, 20, and break!" JC called out. He was leaning against the doorway to the basement rec room while his client, Kathy, was on the stairs, doing leg lifts. It was an easy exercise, but it warmed up the calves nicely. Kathy turned to face JC, her face glistening slightly with sweat. As she looked at JC, he marveled at how she had changed since he had first started training her brothers back at Equinock. JC had been training Kathy and her family for quite some time. In fact, JC had first met Kathy when she had been in high school. JC had first started training her brothers and mother, while Kathy had been trained by a female trainer, Robin, at Equinock before he became her trainer. Since he had seen her at Equinock many years ago, he had watched her change from a school girl to a young woman. When they had first met, Kathy had been skinny, her gold and chocolate brown hair had traveled past her breasts. Her face had been more juvenille looking, but the eyes, gray-green tinted with blue and hazel, had the same light to them as they did now. Today, at 23, Kathy was a college girl, in her senior year, with a 5th year to go, and she had changed. Her body had filled out a bit, changing her figure from skinny to an hour-glass figure that gave her a more mature look. Her face had become accented better by the high cheekbones and slender neck that didn't seem to come from either her mother or father, but from some distant relative. Her hair was shorter now, stopping at her shoulders. Kathy's eyes, however, they were eyes that still always held JC spellbound, and now looked very stunning in her flushed face. Not that JC wasn't good to look at himself. Even at 30, he was tall, a little over 6ft, and in good shape, quite muscular. As a firefighter, he had to keep in shape. His head was shaven, which worked well on him, and he had deep brown eyes. As Kathy took a swig of water, JC found himself wondering how her pink lips, now glistening from the water, would feel against his. Kathy was contemplating how she could get to spend time with JC outside of training, while at the same time, trying to concentrate on the next exercise. Lunges were something that sometimes made her off-balance. But, the point of working out was doing exercises that worked all the muscles, and lunges did just that for the legs. "So how are you enjoy vacation?" JC asked. Kathy was on spring break from college, but she shrugged. "It's boring. I do not have anything to do except keep up with my art, and work out. I want to go out, have some fun." "Well, a group of us are going to dinner tonight, care to join?" Kathy's breath caught for a bit, before she controlled her features and gave her answer. "Sure. Sounds like it could be fun." "Alright, I will give you a call later. Time for crunches." Kathy smiled at JC, but groaned playfully. As the workout continued, JC wondered how that groan would sound in a different setting. Later that night, Kathy found herself sitting next to JC, playing poker with him and several of JC's friends. She was having a good time. They had gone out to dinner at an Applebee's, and had a fantastic time. Now, they were all winding down, having a drink or two, and playing poker. Kathy was good at poker, and was finding herself having a fun time, going back and forth with her chips, not caring if she was winning or loosing. If this had been a more serious game, she would have cared, but she was sitting next to JC, and they were teasing each other playfully back and forth, so her mood was different than when she played at school. She had just split a pot with JC, seeing as they had almost identical hands, and she checked the time. "Holy shyt is it that late?" Kathy said in disbelief. "What time is it?" JC asked. "It's almost midnight." "Perhaps we should get you home." Kathy pouted playfully, but she didn't take it hard. The rest of the players were taking notice and starting to break up as well. Some of them were also fellow firefighters, and had to work the next day. It wouldn't do if they went into work exhausted. "Alright, you can take me home," Kathy reluctantly said. They got into JC's car. The two of them started talking about the night, saying they needed to play poker again. Kathy talked about having played strip poker before, peaking JC's interest. He asked how one accomplished it, and Kathy started to explain that people went by different rules, but explained the rules that she had played by. JC felt a stirring in his groin as Kathy explained in detail a game of strip poker she had played recently. Apparently, that group had been a mixed group of guys and girls, and Kathy had been one of the first to loose all her clothes. Kathy said she hadn't minded, it had been an interesting night. "One can't be mad during strip poker. It's quite fun, whether you win or loose," Kathy commented. JC felt himself getting hard. He almost missed the turn to Kathy's house, and almost missed her invitation inside completely. "Hello? JC?" JC shook his head slightly. "I am sorry, Kathy, what did you say?" "I said, do you want to come inside and watch a movie for a bit? I am not tired at all," Kathy said, with a hint of coyness. "Sure," JC agreed. Kathy hid a sly smile. Her story had worked, and she had noticed a slight bulge in the front of JC's pants. She knew he was thinking about how she had looked naked. As Kathy walked in front of JC to the living room, she noticed how silent the house was, and couldn't help but feel relieved that either no one was home or everyone was dead asleep. Kathy had picked a movie that JC had never heard of: Formula 51. Kathy had said it was a funny action movie, and so far, he was agreeing. Samuel L. Jackson in a kilt looked hysterical! Kathy sat next to JC, her legs curled up close to her chest, and he could smell the body spray she had put on for the evening, as her shoulder touched his. He noticed her stretch slightly, as if she was trying to get comfortable. JC grabbed a pillow. "Here, lay down," he said, putting the pillow in his lap and patting it. Kathy pulled her hair over to one side, and laid her head down, exposing her neck. JC felt the pressure of her head in his lap, and caught his breath slightly. While she couldn't feel his hard on through the pillow, he was certainly turned on by how, even laying on her side in the glow of the movie, she looked stunning. He felt his hand coming up, as if of it's own free will, and lightly ran his fingertips across the skin of her neck. Kathy let out a tiny moan at the feel of JC's fingers on her skin, before they combed through her hair and back against to her skin. The gentle caresses raised goosebumps that she was certain JC could feel. The caresses began to travel further down the neck, to the collar bone, down the shoulders, until a hand wrapped around to the front of Kathy's body, and gently cupped her right breast. Kathy turned her body, until she was laying on her back, looking up at JC. JC ran a finger down her face, and Kathy caught the finger in her mouth, gently sucking it. JC's eyes closed and she heard a deep groan from him. Kathy felt JC's other hand reach behind her head, and began to lift her face to his. JC's lips met Kathy's in a hesitant, shaky kiss. He knew she was a client, and this was probably wrong, but he couldn't help himself, even as the shy kiss ended. He looked at her face, as her eyes opened half-way, her lips sensually parted and glistening, her cheeks a bit flushed, her hair falling back and entangled in his fingers. She looked so beautiful. Kathy reached one hand up, and stroked the side of JC's face. She held his face in her hand, as JC brought her closer for another kiss, this one deeper, and more passionate. She felt his tongue slide into her mouth and hers tease his enticingly. JC lifted her up all the way, so she was sitting up, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, while his hands clutched at her back. Kathy broke the kiss at one point, letting her mouth nibble at JC's neck and ear, eliciting a moan of pleasure from him. He returned the favor by pulling her head back slightly, exposing her throat to his mouth, as he planted several gentle kisses along her smooth white throat and collarbone. Kathy ran her hands down JC's chest, reaching the bottom of his gray T-shirt. She began to pull it up, making JC break his hold on her. But once his shirt came off, his hands began to cup Kathy's 36B breasts, before his fingers started to undo the buttons of her black top. Underneath, he saw a lacy black bra, barely covering her beautiful chest, and as he began to kiss the very tops of her breasts, he reached around and undid her bra. JC lay Kathy down on the couch, the movie completely forgotten. He ran a hand from her neck down her chest, circling each nipple, and then down her stomach, making Kathy quiver gently. He let his hand wander further as he cupped her mound through her jeans, and felt himself jerk as he sucked Kathy's right nipple into his mouth, making her moan. Kathy felt herself getting wet, and felt like she would cum as soon as JC put pressure on her pussy, even though it was through her jeans. She knew he could feel the heat through all that fabric, she was so turned on. Her hands began to roam down to his crotch and grabbed at the hardening bulge in the front of his jeans. She heard JC gasp and groan deep as he sucked and nipped at her right nipple, making Kathy arch her back. JC's hand undid the button and fly of Kathy's jeans, exposing a matching lacy thong underneath. Slowly, gently, he snaked his hand between Kathy's jeans and the thong, reaching her crotch. He could feel her juices soaking through the fabric of the thong, as he slid a finger across her engorged clit through her thong. Kathy caught her breath, and she felt her body shiver as JC pushed aside the fabric of the thong and slide a finger into her already wet cunt. Kathy's mouth opened in a wordless cry of pleasure, feeling JC's finger penetrate her pussy. Her back arched higher, and her fingers dragged against JC's bare back, almost scratching him. JC watched as Kathy's face contorted in pleasure, keeping his finger buried deep inside her. He slowly started to fuck her with his fingers, slowly pulling his fingers out before jamming them hard back into Kathy's tight, wet pussy. Each time he pounded his fingers back into Kathy's pussy, he felt her cunt constrict and her body shake. JC's cock was hard, pressing against his abdomen, and he could feel precum leaking from the tip of his cock. He leaned his face down closer to Kathy's, and kissed her ear. "I want to fuck you so badly," he whispered, lust filling his voice. JC felt Kathy shudder and felt a little more of her juices flow down onto his fingers. JC couldn't help but smile at how wet she was, and how just the simple statement could make her cum just a little. Kathy reached up and kissed JC deeply, undoing his jeans and slipping her hands underneath the fabric of the boxer's he was wearing underneath. She grabbed at the hard bugle of his cock, and felt JC moan into her mouth, and grind against her hand. Kathy pushed down JC's boxers, freeing his hardened cock, and began to gently stroke him. JC broke the kiss and looked at Kathy, not breaking his fingering of her and she didn't stop stroking him. "Please, let me fuck you," he begged. Kathy could only nod, wordlessly, her breath still coming in gasps as JC continued to fuck her pussy with his fingers. Gently, she pulled his hand up to her mouth, sucking on the fingers that had just been inside her. She tasted her juices on his fingers and felt him shudder in pleasure as her tongue rolled around his fingers. He pulled her jeans off her body, and gently spread her legs. JC took his cock in his hand and began to run it up and down the slit of Kathy's cunt. Kathy groaned in lust, and arched her back, as if trying to get JC inside her. JC gently pushed forward, until just the head was inside her, before pulling back out. He repeated the process, inching just a little bit of his cock inside her each time, until he was pressed against her, fully buried inside. He held himself there, watching Kathy gently writhe in pleasure, her face a look of pure lust and sex. Kathy's eyes fluttered open and looked up into JC's face. Her arms reached up, and circled around his neck, and gently pulled him down to her. JC lowered himself to Kathy, kissing her, as he gently began to thrust in and out of her. It was like slipping in and out of velvet, and JC felt a surge of pleasure. He kept a slow pace, his hips gently pressing against her inner thighs as he continued to push into her with each thrust of his hips. He kept up his steady pace, letting his lips wander from Kathy's lips to her neck, leaving a trail of gentle kisses, along her collarbone before letting his mouth descend again upon her breasts. JC let his tongue tease and flick across the nipple of each breast. He let his teeth scrape across the gentle skin around the nipple before sucking gently, but hungrily at her breast, first her right one, then her left. One hand was caressing her body as he started to thrust a bit harder and a little faster, but still keeping a steady pace. Kathy had her arms wrapped around JC's neck, but her hands started to wander, starting to drag her nails up his spine, causing goosebumps to appear on JC's skin. Her back arched to let her chest press against JC's mouth, her breasts in his face, bouncing slightly with each thrust of his dick into her warm, tight pussy. Her legs instinctively wrapped around JC's back, as if trying to keep him tightly pressed into her pussy. With each thrust, Kathy pulled JC closer to her with her legs, as if urging him to go deeper, harder, and faster. JC felt Kathy's urging, and slowly started to pick up the pace, moving his pelvis faster and pushing against her harder. He felt his balls slap a little with each thrust against Kathy's skin. He felt her pussy grow tighter, her impending orgasm showing in her face. He could feel his own climax beginning to build and each moan of pleasure from Kathy's lips urged him closer, and made him pick up his pace. Kathy felt her abdomen tighten, and her pussy begin to constrict against JC's cock. She felt the heat inside of her rising, building towards an intense orgasm. Her nails began to dig into JC's shoulders, her legs tightening around his back. Her voice grew louder, but not too loud, in fear that if people were home, she would wake them. But the friction of her clit being rubbed against the top of JC's cock, and the pleasure of him pounding deeper and deeper into the recesses of her pussy. She felt JC pick up his pace, moving faster in and out of her, the meeting of their flesh resounding in the room, even over the credits of the movie. JC's pace was faster now, as if trying to reach some end goal, but Kathy was reaching towards the goal of her orgasm. She felt herself approach a breaking point, until JC thrust against her once, twice, three more times and it sent her over the edge. Kathy's pussy tightened and her back arched high, as her orgasm washed over her like a wave crashing against the shore. Her face was twisted in pleasure, her eyes closed, mouth open in a wordless cry, her body in a sheen of sweat. JC felt Kathy's pussy contract so tightly around his cock, it was like a vice. He had never felt anything so tight in his life. His eyes closed in pleasure, savoring the feel of her warm pussy around his hard dick. He felt her start to shake as her orgasm began to wash over her. He pounded hard into her, before he felt her juices flow down onto his cock. The tight feeling of his dick combined with the warmth of her juices was too much. He thrust hard into her several times, his cock throbbing with the need to release. He pushed deeper into her once, twice, three times and felt his own climax, releasing himself. His cum began to spurt inside of her. He moaned low in pleasure the one of the biggest orgasms he had ever felt overcame him body, making him tremble and shake, still shooting his load deep into Kathy. JC held himself frozen for several minutes, his cum still shooting up into Kathy, while her juices slide down her pussy and onto his cock. There was so much cum it began to drip from her slit. JC felt spent, and collapsed on top of Kathy, his semi-hard dick slowly slipping out of her drenched cunt. His own body was covered in sweat, and felt slick against the wet skin of Kathy. They both gasped to catch their breath, still holding each other, laying together in the silence. It was Kathy who finally said something. "Well, that was a good 'training' session, wasn't it?" she gasped, joking a little. JC turned to look at her, and gently kissed her. "So, when are we scheduled to train again?" he asked, smiling lustfully. Kathy's wicked grin flashed across her face, and she kissed him deeply. "I think we are scheduled to meet again on Tuesday." "Let's meet at my place, next time," JC whispered. "I like the sound of that." Training Session My muscles ache and sweat dries against my forehead as I head into the locker room. I haven't worked out in years and the strain of my first time reminds me why I quit. I shake my head and grin at my own lack of self discipline. I grab my towel, strip down and head for the showers. Just as I'm about to turn the water on I hear a quiet hiss of breath, followed by a long shuddering sigh. Someone is in another stall, but there's no sound of running water. A moment passes, and another sigh, a moan that sets my eyes wide. There is no mistaking the nature of that noise. I duck down, peering under the bottom of the shower stall to see on the other side of the wall something that sets my pulse pounding. A pair of feet and a pair of knees in front of them. Both belonging to men judging by the structure and hair. I stand back up, unsure of what to do as the wheels in my head turn and the scene is laid plain. A few inches from where I'm standing, a man is sucking another man's cock. Another moan. I'm frozen, petrified. I look down and see to my surprise an erection jutting from the close trim of my pubic hair. I close my eyes, and take a deep, silent breath, but all I can see is a man on his knees before me, drawing my cock into his mouth, my hand on the back of his head urging him forward. Or is it the other way around? Another moan cuts into my unbidden fantasy, more urgent this time. My hand closes around my own rigid, needful flesh, and begins the familiar motions. I look down to see toes curling as the tension builds and suddenly I hear the words in a voice I recognize. "I'm cumming." Semen splashes against the wall in front of me and runs over my hands in a bittersweet explosion of ecstasy that feels wasted. There is a few seconds of silence, then the man on his knees gets up. They exit the stall. I risk a quick peek out to confirm my suspicions and see Jason walking behind an unfamiliar man. Jason is a personal trainer at the gym who offered me training when I signed up. As I watch them go I realize that I'm going to accept his offer. That night I sleep and dream of him. He sits upon a stone seat, naked and glorious, his cock upright and proud. I kneel before him and look up at him, asking him for permission to service his throbbing member. He nods, a slight smile on his lips. Gratefully, I draw the beautiful length of flesh into my mouth. It is the first gay sex dream I've ever had. I try to forget the whole thing. I'm not gay, the fantasy is foolish and unwanted. Yet it haunts me. I find myself thinking about that day in the shower. I dream of the taste and feel of cock. I start looking at gay porn to fulfill the urge and for a week or two it does fine but soon I can't deny that my need is greater than mere watching. I go back to the gym and find Jason. "Hey man, what can I do for you?" "I was hoping you could let me suck your cock," I want to say, but what comes out is "I want to get some training." "Of course, and as I said before, the first hour is free, just to try it out, and after that the fee is very reasonable," he says. I thank him and we begin. He starts by getting my stats, general health information. I'm bored and distracted. Then we move to the weight room. "We'll start by getting your max lifts," he said. "Head over to the bench and we'll start with bench press." I've seen this a hundred times in videos over the last week, he stands over me, his cock hanging down; I stroke it and pull it into my waiting mouth, he cums on my bare chest as I lick his balls. Oh but it goes just as he says. Turns out I can bench press 115lbs. We go through the list of exercises and when he seems satisfied he tells me he will come up with a personalized routine by the next time I come in. I thank him and turn to leave, and coming in is the man I saw him with that day in the shower. My breath catches in my throat as I wonder if they are going to do it again. Maybe they'll fuck. I'm in basketball shorts and it's about to become very apparent how I feel about all this if I don't leave. Before my cock can betray me I'm out the door and in my car. I sit there, my key in the ignition, and look in the window to see they're both headed into the locker room. I can't stand it. I get back out of the car and march in. I slip into the locker room. I don't see them, but I know where to go. Back in the shower I see two sets of feet in one stall. Both standing, they haven't gotten too far. It just makes me wonder what they are doing. I slip over to the door of their stall and try to get a peek between the door and the frame. I see only sliding flesh, a flash of ass, a leg. As if in a trance, I lean in, hardly daring to breath, my cock out and in my hand. Suddenly, they freeze, the door swings inward. I see two naked men, chest to chest, hard cocks pressed together. "What are you doing?" Jason asks. I can't think of anything to say. Then he notices that I've been jacking off. "Oh," he says. Both men turn towards me, advancing with purpose. I can hardly breathe, let alone think. "You shouldn't have been spying," the unfamiliar man says. "No," I stammer. "You should make it up to us," Jason says. "How," I ask, a stupid question. I know what I'm going to do before I even do it. A hand on either shoulder gently press me downward to my knees, eye level with two beautiful, hard, throbbing cocks. The unfamiliar man takes the lead, standing before me. I cradle his balls in my hand and put my lips on the silky tip of his head. He moans as I press forward, and I begin to suck him. That cock becomes my entire world. I close my eyes and taste him, feel every pulsing vein against my tongue, smell his faint musk and he begins to thrust gently. I'm dimly aware of Jason moving behind me, his cock coming over my shoulder and gently brushing my cheek. I turn and suckle it a few moments before strong, inexorable hands pull my mouth back to the man before me. He pulls away after a few minutes but thankfully Jason's cock replaces him. I can't believe how lucky I am as I please not one, but two long, wonderful shafts. But my luck seems to double as suddenly I feel the warm wetness of the unfamiliar man's mouth on my own wanting organ. I take Jason's cock out of my mouth and look down to see a head of dark hair bobbing up and down over my pelvis. I spread my knees and arch my back, taking a moment to enjoy the delicious sensation of getting blown. In that moment I realize one important thing. Women suck cock to please men. Men suck cock because they want a cock in their mouth. I can say that now I'm getting the best head of my life. A shuddering moan cuts into my thoughts and I look to see Jason standing over me, stroking his cock. He moans again as thick, white strands of cum arch out and splash across my chest. It's too much for me. I groan and spill my seed into the mouth that continues to suck, swallowing my load in a single gulp. He stands up. I grab his balls in one hand, his cock in the other, and begin stroking him as Jason runs his hands over the man's chest. "Cum, Jake," he whispers. "Cum on him." I look up into Jake's eyes, Jake looks down at me. He lets out a guttural cry and covers me with his semen. We all sit there a moment, three naked, spent men, our cocks drooping after the pleasure we'd given each other. Then I stand and get in the shower. They follow and we all rinse off. As I get dressed Jason slaps me on the ass. "We'll do this again," he says. We absolutely will. Training Session Her name was Trish and she loved horses. She liked boys and she liked girls too. But she loved horses. So it was no surprise when she got a job training horses for a well-to-do woman in northern Georgia. Trish worked twelve hour days, wrestling 500 pound animals, making them bend to her will, so that they could become disciplined, prancing, tassel--laden show ponies who made big, big money for their owners at fancy contests. It was hard work. Most days Trish's hands were a rough tapestry of calluses, her back was a maze of knotty lumps, and her wrists barely usable as both had become inflamed with tendonitis. Despite all that, or maybe because of all that, Trish had this unquestioned sex appeal. She was 5 foot 2, and weighed about 135 pounds. She was twenty-seven, but had the youthful exuberance of a teenager. She never wore makeup and her lower body, almost always encased in a pair of dusty Wranglers, featured muscular thighs and a taut, round ass that danced when she walked. Her small breasts, always covered by a loose fitting white tee shirt, were subtle and proud. Her naturally dishwater blonde hair was bleached white and cut into a cropped, sassy, spiky sort of thing. Whenever she batted her lashes, as she did to both men and women, the recipient of her affections would notice her eyes, which were a soft, powder blue. One day, Trish had a rare afternoon free. Always looking for ways to improve herself as a trainer, she went to the gym near her home in Marietta. The suburbs of Georgia were hardly a reflection of Atlanta, the state capital. Marietta was a mass of mostly white transplants looking for a great deal on a big house, and black folks who wanted to be near the city called the black Mecca, but not necessarily in it. The small, but colorful population of Jewish folks gave the town its edgy flair. Of course when Trish walked in, all eyes were on her. She stood out, and to at least one man, she stood out in a way that was both enticing and unsettling. Drew was the most popular personal trainer at the gym. He was hoping to start his own business, but for the meantime he was paying the local gym rent and establishing a clientele. In his early thirties, Drew was muscular, with thighs so large they rubbed together when he walked. He had large, veiny arms, one of which bore a long ugly scar from a cut incurred during his days as a college football player. He was five foot-ten, with a milk chocolate complexion, a smooth, shaved head, and a disarming smile. All of this made him a hit with the lonely bored, middle-aged housewives, who comprised the bulk of his clientele. Sure the old housewives flirted with him all the time. But none of them had any intention of following through. There was that one woman, though. Sharon. She was heavy set red head with big, full tits. There was that one day when she was doing sit ups on the resist-a-ball. As she leaned back on the big blue ball, Drew noticed her legs were spread wide enough to expose a hole in her leotard. A tuft of bright red hair poked through the opening. Was it intentional? Drew wondered. He would make a note to follow up on that one... When Trish walked in, Drew was cleaning some equipment. He caught himself in a double take. Normally reserved, Drew was moved by the need to speak to this woman. He walked over to Trish and introduced himself. Hi, my name is "Drew," he said. "I'm one of the trainers here." As she took his hand, he noticed her staring at the scar on his arm. "You know, because of my work I could use a trainer," said Trish. "What do you do?" he asked. "I train horses," said Trish. She looked and sounded like a little girl when she said it. In fact, whenever she spoke about horses, Trish was ten years old again. That's when her father taught her to ride. *** She had been terrified at first. The animal was big and black, and smelled just awful. Besides that there were flies and shit everywhere. She wanted to cry. But she knew if she cried, her father would get mad, so she stifled her tears and sat there on this big, smelly beast. "Take the reins," her father told her. Trish held the long, leather straps. "Now dig your heels into him' said her father. "That'll make him move." Trish was terrified, and she felt the tears welling in her eyes. But she did what she was told. With the rubber heels of her white converse all-stars, she lightly tapped the horse in its ribs. "If you want him to move, you'll have to do it harder than that," said her father. Trish did it again, this time kicking the horse as hard as she could, in the process lifting herself up in the saddle. The horse began to trot and Trish felt herself smile. "Make him go faster!" her father yelled. Trish kicked again, several times. The horse began to gallop around the pen. Trish bounced into the air and back down onto the saddle. She kicked harder and the horse went faster. Round and round the stable she went, bouncing and kicking the beast. She kicked harder. As she rode, she felt so powerful. Here she was, sitting atop this animal that, if it wanted to, could crush her in an instant. But she was controlling it, making it do whatever she wanted. It was amazing and Trish felt herself get really warm and her face went flush. It was the best feeling she ever had. After that she begged her father to take her riding every day. And he did just that. They went riding every afternoon until the day her father died. That was the day after her 19th birthday. Since then, every time she climbed onto a saddle, she had thought of him. *** Trish yanked herself back to the present. "These horses have been beating me up lately," she said. "I really need to get stronger." "Well, I can help you with that," said Drew. They had been training for two weeks when they became comfortable with one another. Trish talked about how much she missed her father. "I was adopted by my stepfather," said Drew. "My real father was never a part of my life." He couldn't believe he was telling her all of this. He never spoke about this stuff. Trish listened silently. Drew noticed her eyes had softened. "Fathers are a sacred thing, huh?" said Drew. Trish nodded. The professional barrier between them was beginning to crumble and neither of them was doing anything to stop it. She knew that he liked her. But Drew was sure she was gay. In fact he was pretty sure most people thought Trish was gay. Truth was she liked it that way. While Trish's semi-androgynous style was just a personal choice that fit her sensibility, part of her did like to keep people guessing. Trish had been in a six-month relationship with a woman for whom she cared a great deal. In fact, Trish and Beth had talked about living together. But Trish liked her freedom. She wasn't promiscuous, but she liked her space. She liked being open to the possibility of just about anything. It was during one of her training sessions that one of those possibilities began to present itself. She was seated on a bench doing a pull down exercise while Drew stood behind her. Trish pulled the long, silver, skinny bar behind her neck, almost down to her shoulders. Now don't let it shoot right back up the cable," he told her. "Take it nice and slow. Control the weight." Drew leaned in closer, squatted down, and grabbed the bar so that she would know how much resistance to use. As he did, his crotch lightly pressed against her upper back, and the inside of his leg brushed against her outer thigh. His black running tights left little to the imagination. Trish looked down and took in a purposely long and not so subtle gaze at Drew's thigh. But Drew didn't notice. His dick was inexplicably hard and there was no hiding it. "Shit, why did I wear running tights?" thought Drew to himself. "Why didn't I just wear baggy sweats like all the other trainers...?" She looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back, and laughed nervously. A few minutes later, when the workout had ended, Trish took a bold step forward. "Hey, you want to come up to the stables sometime and watch me work?" she asked. Drew felt himself blush. He was still feeling a charge from that wicked smile. He was certain she was a lesbian, and leading men on was probably her way of getting her kicks. But Drew didn't care. He just enjoyed her presence. "Of course," he said. "I'd love to." In the second week of April, Georgia was already hot. As he drove his black SUV through the wooded area, Drew thought about turning on the air. Just then he saw a large, burnt orange barn in the distance. Just beyond the barn was a large open circle, where small clouds of dust mingled with the smell of budding magnolia trees. When he saw Trish she was sitting atop a caramel colored horse whose head was jerking back and forth. She was leaned forward in the saddle, stroking the horse with an open palm, getting it to calm down. As he watched her, his dick got hard. Just then Trish looked up and yelled. "Hey you!" Drew got out of the car and walked towards her. Trish dismounted and walked hurriedly towards him. As she approached she studied Drew's lower body. He wore white shorts, which looked fluorescent against his big, dark muscular thighs. She traced a trail down to his calves, which were bulbous and brown, like two big, smooth milk duds. In a second, her jeans were soaked with more than just her sweat. "I'm ready to take a break and I was wondering if you wanted to go for a drive." "Sure," said Drew. Without hesitation, Trish hopped into the passenger's seat. They drove into a secluded, wooded area full of massive green pine trees and dirt the color of dark red adobe. "I love it here," whispered Trish. "Pull up there and we'll get out, okay?" Drew pulled off the road and parked. They walked about a half-mile, into the woods, until they reached a small grassy knoll. It was in between two trees so it was partially shaded and hidden from the main path. On top of the hill, a small patch of sunlight pierced the trees and bathed one small, green patch of grass. They walked up the hill and stood to face one another. "How long have you wanted to fuck me?" asked Trish. "I uhhh..." As Drew stammered, Trish leaned over and kissed him. Drew felt a jolt of electricity surge through his body. "She's a lesbian," he thought. "And she just wants to tease me." But as he pressed his mouth over hers, the belief that Trish was playing some juvenile game was obliterated by an abandon he had never before experienced. He had always been gentle. Women had always told him how "sweet" he was, how sensitive and thoughtful. That was okay. But now, as he kissed this sexy, playful, tomboyish imp, he wanted to devour both her and every aggressive sexual urge he'd ever entertained. As he kissed her Drew let his hands explore her body. With one hand he grabbed the back of her head and with the other he grabbed her waist and pulled her close. Trish moved with him. As she slipped her tongue into his mouth she pressed herself hard against him. Her breasts were against his chest and she began grinding her pelvis against his. It was as if she didn't want any space between her body and his. Drew let his hand fall down to her waist and then to the top button of her jeans. Trish quickly and roughly guided his hand to her zipper. She wanted him to feel how wet she was. Drew unzipped her pants, and pulled them down to her knees. Then he yanked down her yellow cotton panties and slid his finger inside her. She gasped and kissed him even harder. Trish pulled away and took off her t-shirt, exposing two pink, rock-hard, pea-sized nipples. Then she laughed in a way that was both sweet and lecherous. "What do you want?" she asked. Without breaking their gaze, Drew pulled his shirt over his head. Then he firmly grabbed Trish by the shoulder and spun her around. He pulled her jeans down to her ankles, and ripped down his shorts. His cock was standing up, grazing his belly button. Drew took a step forward and slammed his cock inside her. Looking back over her shoulder Trish reached back and grabbed Drew's thigh as if to pull him closer. She wanted all of him inside her. Drew put one hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder and pumped into her pale and muscular ass. The hard, fast pumps of Drew's upper thighs against Trish's ass made a clapping sound. Trish put her head down and growled through clenched teeth, "oh, fuck yeah." After a minute Trish, abruptly stood up and turned around to face Drew. Without a word, and in one movement, she lay down on the grass and spread her legs, pulling Drew with her. Before he entered her again, Drew stared at Trish. She stared back, unblinking. Her expression could only be described as defiant. Her pale blue eyes were mesmerizing. Drew slowly came forward, studying Trish's body. Her pubic hair was a matted blonde mess and the skin around her pussy was pale—the color of ice milk. Trish's mouth eased into a wicked little smile. "Come on you, fucker," she whispered. After he watched his chocolate colored dick slide into her mound Drew pinned her hands down, flattening the backs of her hands into the soft emerald grass. Drew arched his back and went as deep as he could go. The he held it there, silently allowing his cock to throb inside her. Trish moaned and he bent down and kissed her open mouth. Trish broke the kiss and once again met Drew with a steady gaze. Then with both hands on his chest, she rudely pushed him off of her and onto his back. Trish climbed on top of drew and quickly lowered herself onto his cock. She began to ride him with a quick and deliberate rhythm. Her ass moved back and forth in a piston-like fashion. The place where they joined was marked by an intermingled thicket of pubic hair. Just the sight of her fine blonde pubic hair against his thick, jet black kinky curls was enough to make Drew cum. Just then Trish leaned forward and placed her hands on Drew's chest, which was now slick with sweat. Just as Drew was about to explode into Trish, she threw her head back and growled, "Oooohh fuuuck.." That was his cue. Drew grabbed Trish's waist and lifted his hips, shooting what felt like every ounce of bodily fluid into Trish's hot, contracting pussy. They lay there in silence. A single ray of light bathed them. It was as if that ray of light had found its way through the trees for the sole purpose of shining on their naked bodies. Drew turned to Trish. "I really like watching you work." She smiled and looked at her watch. "We should probably go back" said Trish. Drew sighed. "Yeah. But back where?"