ONE MORE
Jay Starre

One More was the name of Raphael’s personal training business and when his new young client had asked about it, he explained.

“What use is a trainer if he isn’t asking for one more?”

Raphael winked and slapped Tommy lightly on the butt as they made their way into the training area late that Sunday night. The redhead flinched, not expecting the friendly slap. It was hardly unwelcome though. Raphael was a dusky-skinned Brazilian immigrant with raven-black hair and big brown eyes; handsome as hell and with a body to die for. Tommy hired him the moment they met, not only in the hopes of learning more about training but also for the chance to spend some time with the gorgeous trainer.

“One more, I’m up for that,” he replied enthusiastically, hardly imagining Raphael’s training method would go way beyond what the twenty-two-year-old could possibly have expected. Or hoped for!

On Sunday evenings the Laguna Beach Gym closed early at 9:00 p.m. and they had the place to themselves. Raphael had arranged it with Bradley, the desk attendant who seemed to be his buddy. Tommy appreciated it, considering he was busy on the beach working long hours this time of year as a lifeguard.

Raphael was a smooth talker with impeccable English and was all smiles as he began to put the redhead through his paces. “That’s it, Tommy. Lean back on your heels and push upward with your entire lower body, not just your thighs. You want to engage those glutes, don’t you?”

The squats had him straining and sweating, which served the purpose of warming him up adequately. He would need to be warmed up for what followed, although he didn’t yet know it.

“Now for some pull-ups. I’m going to wrap your wrists and attach the straps to the chin-up bar. That way you can dangle from the bar and stretch your spine after each set. I warn you though; this is going to be brutal. I expect you to go all out. Are you ready for that?”

Tommy nodded vigorously. His cock had risen up hard and twitching the moment Raphael had slapped his ass, and was still tenting his baggy green workout shorts. He was pretty sure the trainer had noticed it, although he had politely made no mention of it.

The short redhead stood on a crate to reach the bar while the taller Brazilian put the wrist straps on and then attached them to the bar with the Velcro strips. Tommy was ordered to attempt his first set of ten.

“Good job, Tommy. You’ve already got a great back and awesome shoulders but this exercise in particular will help put on some more mass. That’s it, now one more,” he said with a laugh and a second light slap on the ass.

Tommy had imagined himself totally spent, but that slap galvanized him to struggle through one more pull-up. Exhausted after that, he dangled from the wrist straps and tried to catch his breath.

While resting, Tommy gazed into the large wall mirror in front of him. His short red hair was already plastered to his forehead with sweat, and his taut body glistened with a sheen of it. Hours in the sun had bestowed upon him a freckled tan that contrasted with the pale-yellow tank top he wore. His underarms were smooth and pale though, not receiving as much exposure as the rest of his body. He was proud of his compact build but wanted to add some bulk to it, which was why he had hired a personal trainer.

Occupied with contemplating his image, he hadn’t noticed Raphael rummaging through his trainer’s bag until he came up behind him again. He was rubbing his hands together, apparently working in some hand cream he had taken from his bag.

That seemed a little odd, but he didn’t question it as Raphael offered him a stunning smile in the mirror and nodded. “Second set. This one will be harder than the last, I can guarantee you that.”

His meaning became clear after Tommy had completed his eighth rep and was about to attempt his ninth. Abruptly, Raphael reached out and grasped the waistband of his shorts, then yanked them down to his knees.

The redhead gasped, staring open-mouthed at his image as his boner was revealed in all its pink, curved glory while Raphael chuckled behind him. But that was only the prelude to what happened next.

One of the trainer’s hands thrust up into his asscrack and a finger, slippery from hand cream, found his puckered asshole. It dug past the sphincter and twisted its way inward.

With his crotch exposed and that finger unexpectedly poking up his twitching asshole, the young lifeguard’s freckled complexion blushed crimson. The workout area was cavernous with high ceilings and when Tommy emitted a little squeal as that finger penetrated his snug sphincter, it reverberated around the empty room. He only hoped Bradley, who was upstairs at the front desk doing some paperwork, couldn’t hear him!

“One more, Tommy,” Raphael ordered, his dark eyes meeting Tommy’s blue ones in the mirror.

The lifeguard was in no position to argue. The ache of that finger wriggling around in his butthole, the image of himself dangling from the bar with his bare cock standing at attention and Raphael’s teasing smirk staring back at him, were a combination too powerful to ignore, or resist.

Tommy pulled himself upward, biting his lip and moaning as that finger followed him, burying itself deeper as he rose all the way, then began the descent. Raphael’s hand in his crack felt huge as that finger burrowed even deeper.

“Three sets in a row now, with only thirty seconds rest between them. All out, now!”

Tommy obeyed. The Brazilian’s training method was certainly unorthodox, to say the least, but it worked magic on his resolve to push himself beyond his limits!

That probing finger followed him up and down as he performed rep after rep. Between sets, as he dangled breathlessly, the finger wriggled around inside him and had him moaning and gasping for breath. In the mirror, his pink cock jerked wildly with every wriggle and thrust of the trainer’s insinuating finger.

On the final set, as Tommy struggled upward, Raphael’s finger twisted up Tommy’s ass, shoved deeper, then abruptly pulled out. Almost immediately two fingers replaced it. “One more?” he teased as he slowly pressed inward past a straining sphincter and Tommy pulled himself upward on the bar, his legs thrashing and his chest heaving.

The pair of fingers stretched his aching gut as he strained to complete that final pull-up. He did it! Then on the way down, the fingers rammed deep and twisted. He grunted like a gored pig.

“Good job, Tommy. Now time for a little rest.”

Tommy quickly discovered his trainer apparently didn’t mean Tommy’s asshole was going to get a rest, though! Without removing the probing pair of digits, he ducked between the lifeguard’s dangling legs and turned around in front of him. Smiling still, he yanked down on the redhead’s shorts and pulled them the rest of the way off to toss them to the floor. He then raised one leg at a time and placed them on his shoulders. His face was in Tommy’s crotch.

“Take it easy for a few minutes before we start the second part of your workout,” Raphael ordered.

It was easy enough to rest in that position. Tommy gripped the bar above while the wrist straps held him up and his lower body was supported by Raphael’s broad shoulders. Two fingers twisted inside his quivering hole while he inhaled deeply to get his breath back and his racing heart began to slow. But his slowing heart began to pound again as the trainer once more did the unexpected and Tommy grew even more excited.

Raphael pulled Tommy’s lower body forward and stuck his face down between his thighs. Suddenly he was licking his crack! Then he pulled his fingers out of Tommy’s hole and stuck his tongue inside it.

Loud slurps echoed in the quiet training room. Raphael wasn’t the least bit restrained in his oral attack. He licked, sucked, and smacked his lips as he ate away. Tommy wriggled around the tongue and lips and moaned nonstop. His muscles, already exhausted from the pull-ups, were like quivering jelly and he found himself totally yielding to that oral attack. By this time, he was feeling like he could take just about anything up his hole!

That’s when he spotted Bradley in the mirror. The dark-skinned desk clerk was all smiles as he watched the pair engage in the unorthodox training session. Tommy couldn’t help but notice he had pushed down his shorts and was pumping the biggest black dick the redhead had ever seen.

“One more to join your session?”

Raphael heard his buddy’s query and pulled out of Tommy’s asscrack to respond. “Sure. Why don’t you unstrap my client and we’ll put him on the slanted bench to finish up his training for the night?”

Tommy didn’t say a word. He was too shocked and too thrilled to risk spoiling the moment by saying anything that might halt it. Bradley was a muscle-bound hunk with a sweet personality and Tommy had always nurtured a secret crush on him. Tonight, it looked like he was getting the best workout of his life, and a piece of that huge black dick too!

They moved the compliant young stud to the slanted bench, actually carrying him between them, laughing and playfully slapping his bare butt and his twitching hard-on as they did.

He found himself planted facedown on the slanted workout bench. They cranked it up so that he was almost upright and his face was at crotch height for Bradley to move in and thrust that enormous dark cock in his mouth. He gulped it in without a word.

“Hungry boy, that’s for sure,” Bradley crooned, his deep voice melodic and thrilling.

As he gobbled that huge piece of meat, he felt Raphael’s hands on his sides as he crouched behind him. The walls, as in most gyms, were lined with mirrors and he could see the trainer had discarded his own shorts and was naked from the waist down. His lower body was exceptional, long thighs of smooth muscle and big calves, while his ass was round and muscular, all a flawless dusky brown. His cock reared upward in a wicked curve with a foreskin that was peeled back to reveal half the drooling knob.

Tommy’s ass was wide open with his feet on either side of the bench. Raphael lifted his compact butt from the seat and immediately crammed a pair of slippery fingers back up his spit-coated hole. They drove in easily—the trainer had apparently used more of the hand cream to lubricate them!

His cock followed, just as slippery with a coating of hand cream. Tommy arched his back and rammed his ass downward to envelop Raphael’s hot cock with his hungry hole. The thick tool slithered inward without a hitch.

He groaned around cock, one black and one brown, swallowing as much of one with his mouth as he could and driving downward to gulp up as much of the other as he could with his quivering asslips. Out of the corner of his eye he could see what was going on in one of the wall mirrors. He was half-naked on the bench getting fucked in both ends! His freckled body, taut with muscle, was being impaled by black dick in one end while a brown cock thrust up between his white asscheeks at the other end. It looked as exciting as it felt!

“Good job, Tommy. But how about one more? How about one more cock? Can you take it? Hell, I know you can take it.”

Tommy wasn’t sure what the trainer meant as he was already taking two cocks, one up the ass and one in his mouth. But Bradley laughed out loud and obviously understood. Tommy for the first time began to wonder if the pair had planned this—and perhaps had done it before!

Bradley pulled out of Tommy’s slurping mouth and quickly stripped down to his tennis shoes. He was glorious in his ebony nudity, broad and smooth with truly huge shoulders. Grinning and rubbing his black dick over Tommy’s bright red face one more time, he then came around behind the pair on the bench. He and Raphael worked together without having to say anything. Lifting Tommy again, Raphael slid in beneath him to lie back on the slanted bench. Then they lowered Tommy over the trainer’s thick brown cock.

Tommy groaned as the big tool again slithered up his gut. He still didn’t know what they planned until Bradley crouched behind him and began to probe his crack with his own huge cock.

Suddenly he understood what one more cock meant!

Fortunately that monster black dick had been coated in more of Raphael’s hand cream as it began to push against the puckered pink sphincter already stuffed with brown cock. Tommy shuddered all over and bit his lip with fearful anticipation. Could he take it?

“You can take it. Just take a deep breath and push outward. I know you can do it, Tommy.”

Raphael gazed up into his eyes as he spoke, his engaging smile melting any final resistance on Tommy’s part.

Amazingly, that second cock began to push past his butt rim and into his steamy hole. It ached, but it felt good at the same time. He did as Raphael suggested and took a deep breath, exhaled and sat down at the same time.

“Oh my fucking god,” he yelped as the cockhead popped inside him and a thick black shaft began to slide in beside the one already planted deeply there.

“There’s one more for you. How’s that feel, dude?” Bradley said as he leaned in and crooned in his ear.

Tommy was unable to respond. Raphael had pulled his face down and planted his luscious lips over his, then immediately began to tongue-fuck his mouth. While Raphael lay back beneath him and pumped his cock upward into Tommy’s straining hole and kissed him thoroughly, Bradley thrust in and out from behind him. The two wrapped their powerful arms around him and went to town on his ass.

It was all-consuming. Two cocks rubbed back and forth in his gut, stretching his asslips to their max while probing deep inside to massage his prostate in the most exciting ways. His own cock drooled and twitched between his smooth belly and Raphael’s rippled abs. Bradley had pulled up their shirts so that their naked torsos could slide together. Raphael continued kissing him all the while.

The pair of cocks worked in aching rhythm for a while, then alternated as one pulled almost out, then pushed deep as the other withdrew to hover at his tenderized asslips. He couldn’t hold still with all that action and began to hump and squirm between them, gurgling around Raphael’s buried tongue and snorting for air. He outdid himself, grinding his flushed white ass downward and taking both cocks to the balls.

Tommy floated in a miasma of muscle and sweat and cock until he felt his orgasm rising up to abruptly overcome him. He grunted around Raphael’s tongue as his cock spewed between their mashed bellies. The two cocks in his ass thrust faster all at once and he realized the other two were about to follow his example.

“Awesome hole, Tommy,” Bradley crooned in his ear as he pulled out and let loose his own spray of cum.

He hosed Tommy’s ivory-white butt crack as Raphael pulled out and did the same. Another jet of nut juice splattered his sweaty ass. The three of them writhed around on the bench as their balls drained and their hearts raced.

When they were finally spent, Raphael broke their kiss and smiled up at him. “I think we’re done for the night, Tommy. Good work.”

Tommy, somewhat shell-shocked from the totally surprising experience, blurted out the one thing no one might have expected of him.

“How about one more?”

Raphael and Bradley howled with laughter. Then they lifted him up, placed him on his back on the bench press and hooked his legs behind the bar. His battered ass and stretched pink hole were exposed and ready.

Then they proceeded to give him what he wanted. One more.