Since coming here, Avery had set his sights specifically on Franco DiMaggio and now, here in the middle of the deserted gym he finally would have him. He had planned to make things good for the newly introduced man to the thrills of male sex. With his two hands loosely gripping the man’s erection, Avery continued to suck lightly on the tip, while working his hands down the rest of the shaft. Swallowing down the whole thing would surely cause him to choke, so Avery decided to work his way gradually, as far as he could manage on the hard length. Pulling off, he stuck his pink tongue out and licked across the tip, focusing on the slit and ridding it from the precum that had began to leak out. He widened his tongue and began licking up and down, from the crown of DiMaggio’s cock head all the way to the base before coming back up, swallowing back down. Avery wanted to get Franco’s dick as wet as possible before he stuck it in his ass, so he continued his oral assault on the tool, getting as much of the meat crammed into his hot mouth as possible.
With one of his hands wrapped around the PE teacher’s shaft, Avery brought the other hand toward his body. Effortlessly, from continued practice, he was able to remove his shorts and underwear from around his hips and worked them to about mid thigh, which is all he really needed. He cock was released, able to finally breathe easy out of the restraints his garments. Instead of reaching for this throbbing erection, Avery stuck his fingers behind him, straight to his hole. He had already lubed himself up prior to coming here since he had the intent of seducing the man anyway so his middle finger had no problem breaching his tight entrance. Avery continued slurping on the hard cock in front of him, looking up to see Franco’s face covered in blissful emotion. He wanted him to show how much he wanted he to be fucked by the powerful man, that’s exactly what he would get.
And it wasn’t just what he was saying, he was how he said it. It was almost as though DiMaggio wanted Avery to beg for it; if that’s what daddy wanted, then that’s what daddy would get. An obscene pop could be heard, echoing throughout the gym, as Avery removed his reddened lips from the erection in front of him. “I’ll show you how much I want it, daddy.” Avery spoke in nothing short of a moan as he laid back on the long forgotten mat behind him, both he and Franco were probably so far gone the fact that they were in the gym was not even a factor. He removed the shorts completely, throwing them aside as he lifted and spread his legs in the air right where Mr. DiMaggio had a front seat view to his pre-lubed asshole. For good measure, Avery stuck two of his fingers into his match getting them nice and wet before sticking them into his entrance, working the digits in and out, never breaking eye contact with the older man in front of him. “I want you to stick that hard Italian cock into my ass, daddy. I want every inch of your hard cock…fuck, I need you in me. My fingers aren’t big enough.”
Avery looked fucking hot sucking on his dick, and even Franco couldn’t deny it. The boy was so focused and dedicated on the job at hand, and the gym teacher could have given him an A just for how good the blowjob felt. If he wasn’t sure that Avery wanted his dick badly enough, he definitely was now. His eyes widened at how much Avery was able to take into his mouth, given that his cock wasn’t exactly small itself. Most girls had trouble taking even a third of it in their mouth, and there Avery was, putting all those women who’d even blown him to shame. Franco couldn’t deny how badly he wanted to fuck Avery at that point. “Loosen yourself, kid. Get ready for me,” Franco instructed, causing Avery to take his mouth off of his hardness and onto the floor before him.
Sure enough, Avery went ahead and began fingering his hungry hole, as Franco watched in anticipation while doing so, jerking himself off in the process. Hearing the boy begging for it, writhing on the floor in lust, had Franco’s libido sent into overdrive. He wanted to fuck the boy long and hard, and give it to him like he wanted. “If you want me to stick this dick in you, then get over here. Don’t make me change my mind,” the gym teacher commanded, authoritatively.
Avery knew that Franco was already teetering on the edge on whether or not to give into Avery’s offer or to simply walk out of the gym. It was written all over his face, his eyes told it all. That’s how Avery realized just how much of an effect it had on the man when he called him daddy. He picked up that his gym teacher had a habit of referring to him as ‘kid’. Whether it was a thing it did that was specific to Avery or if he did that to all his students, the logistics of it wasn’t necessarily important. Just the fact that if Franco insisted on calling him kid, he would insist on calling him daddy.
“Of course not, I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble, daddy. Especially since I’m going to want you to fuck me again in the future.” Avery told him, as he reached into DiMaggio’s shorts going straight for his rock hard cock. He could finally hold it in his hands without the fabric in the way of his hands. As expected, the weight of his length was directly proportional to the size and girth, so much so that Avery decided that it was definitely a two hander. With Mr. DiMaggio’s cock free from it’s confines, Avery, with the hard on in both hands, dove face first onto it, quickly wrapping his cherry red lips around it before the older man had a chance to change his mind. He finally had what he wanted and he was sure that there was no way DiMaggio would back out now. His mouth was only half the fun.
Avery was putting up quite the argument for his case. The kid looks so sexy and devious, grabbing Franco’s hard cock with such fearlessness. He was so hungry for it. He wanted Franco to completely dominate him, and as the situation escalated, the gym teacher was finding it hard to turn the boy down. Avery calling him ‘daddy’ was enough to make him blast his load right then and there; any doubts he was harboring about the situation were slowly but surely floating away.
And then Avery started sucking his dick. That’s when Franco knew he couldn’t just put an end to things. Not after the past few experiences he’d at at Malcolm… by now, Franco was too familiarized to the sensation of being sucked by off a guy. It wasn’t any different than a girl doing it - not at all. With a moment’s hesitation, Franco took a deep breath and spoke. “Want me to fuck you, kid? Show me how much you want it,” Franco demanded, with a newfound confidence in his actions.
Avery had a firm hold on his coach’s “cell phone” holding his gaze as if it was nothing. He could tell it was way above average and had a good thickness too it, just they way he liked them. Avery could probably get lost in a fantasy of all the things he would like to do with the weapon DiMaggio had in his pants or he could act now and make those fantasy’s into reality. “Are you sure, Mr. DiMaggio? It certainly feels hard like one.” He smiled impishly, while his teacher just stared at the ground. He knew that it was now or never. Franco could probably tell now that the whole personal training bit was all a ruse. A ruse to get him exactly in this position now. His length rock hard in his shorts and Avery more than willing to take care of it for him. “I think you know what I want, Mr. DiMaggio. I have it in my hand. Where I want it, though, that’s entirely different. I want your dick,” Avery started adding another squeeze to the tube of flesh he had in his hand, “In my ass. I want you to fuck me, daddy.” He finished, leaning into the mans neck and whispered the last bit into his ear, his voice dripping with sensuality and arousal as he licked and nibbled on the Italian’s ear.
I want you to fuck me, daddy. Those words rang in Franco’s ear like nothing he’d ever heard before. Why did it turn him on so much to be called daddy? It didn’t help that Avery was practically begging for it. The gym teacher knew he’d be dumb to turn down a hot and willing boy like Avery, what with his cute face, ripped abs, tight ass… but the last thing he needed was to fuck another student. Tyson was good lay, but he wasn’t sure if it was worth risking another encounter with Avery. Taking a moment’s hesitation, Franco cleared his throat and spoke. “If I do this, you’re not going to tell anybody… right?” Franco asked, unable to deny how much he needed to fuck and near willing to accept Avery’s offer.
“Of course I can handle it. I’m sure I could handle whatever you give me.” Smug as ever, Avery prepared himself for the position he was placing himself in. Within seconds, Mr. DiMaggio was going to push back both his legs putting them in a sort of missionary style position. He looked into the man’s eyes as soon as his legs were up in the air and could tell the instant that Franco did of the implications of said position. While Avery didn’t hear any phone ringing, the older man apparently now had to check on a phone call. A nonexistent phone call. One that probably was being used a scapegoat to get his crotch away from Avery’s. The boy had done everything he could think of to get this mans pants off. He proudly displayed his finer assets to him. He even showed him just how flexible he could be once naked and each and every time Franco somehow was able to deflect, distraction, and dissolve the situation before things got too out of line.
Avery was never one for cat and mouse, so he took matters into his own hands. “Oh, no problem. Let me grab it for you.” If Mr. DiMaggio was going to use that phone excuse, Avery was going to play right along. Instead of reaching for a pocket where he probably had his phone kept, the dark haired sophomore reached for the man’s crotch. Grabbing at the long, heated flesh he could instantly tell that Mr. DiMaggio’s cock was rock hard and pulsating in his shorts. “Mr. DiMaggio…you have a really long cell phone.” Avery’s lust filled eyes looked into the one belonging to Franco, hoping that the teacher wouldn’t find a weasel out of this one. He’d be better off admitting to himself that he wanted Avery’s ass especially since Avery was more than willing to accommodate.
Franco stopped immediately upon Avery palming his hardness through his shorts. There was no way he could get out of this situation he’d found himself in; Avery clearly brought him here under false pretense, and it took Franco until to realize it. “That’s… not my cell phone, kid,” he grunted, staring down at the ground as he spoke. As if getting caught by a student wasn’t embarrassing enough, the kid clearly intended to get him into this position from the start. Franco had to admire Avery’s cunning plan; it would have been impossible for any man to resist the boy’s hot, tight ass, especially if it was being offered directly up to him by the kid. After taking a deep breath, Franco broke the brief silence. “What is it that you want, Avery?” he asked, looking directly into the boy’s eyes.
“Of course I’d ask for your help, Mr. D, you’re the most experienced. I value a man with experience.” Avery spoke to the man from his position on the floor flat on his back. Things were going according schedule and after the stretching, he was sure he’d have Mr. DiMaggio stretching something else of his. With his leg in the hands of his instructor, Avery instinctively flex his muscle which he could feel contract in the hold of the Italian above him. “Now, if you could, I’m really flexible and I want to keep it that. Just push my leg back as far as you can, you won’t hurt me I promise.” He hoped that Franco would keep pushing his leg until it was well above his head. Avery knew what his body to could do, that was just one of the perks. Years of yoga and pilates can turn you into a pretzel if you keep up with it. “Actually, if you want, you can do both legs.” Avery added and before Mr. DiMaggio could object, he hiked up his other leg and placed it on the shoulder of the older man. Avery grinned up at him, showing his stunning white smile; after all, no man with a working penis would be able to resist him in this position.
Franco was impressed by Avery’s positive attitude, but even more so, his flexibility. He wasn’t joking when he said he was bendy; it was really showing in his ability to have his legs pushed back as far as possible. “You sure you could handle me doing both, kid? If you say so…” Franco shrugged, pushing both legs back at the same time. Franco couldn’t help but pick up on the sexual nature of the position he found themselves in, and as if on cue, Franco felt another boner springing up, quite unappreciatively. Rushing to get onto his knees, Franco pretended that he heard his phone going off on vibrate in his bag. “Shit, you mind if I go check that? I’ll be right back…” he said hurriedly, pretending to look for his phone, but really, readjusting the hard as fuck cock that had grown in his pants while watching Avery stretch.
Avery chuckled at Mr. DiMaggio’s words. He couldn’t really tell if this was the man trying to flirt with him or if he was sincerely meaning what he said. Knowing the teacher would never openly flirt with him, Avery decided his words were genuine and replied accordingly. “Thank you, Mr. D. Coming from you, that means a lot.” The young man gave the PE teacher his most dazzling smiles, one that find itself on a headshot one day, appreciating his kind words.
After his sensual squatting, Avery knew that Franco wasn’t paying attention to his form for accuracy, his encouraging words were proof of that. Had Avery been holding any sort of weight above him he could have probably injured himself big time. The fact that Mr. DiMaggio didn’t notice meant that his focus was clearly on something else: his ass. “I’m glad you like my form. I was a little worried at first.” Avery replied, not bothering to comment on how poor his faux squats really were. It seemed that Mr. DiMaggio wasn’t paying enough attention to form, just figure. “I wouldn’t say that just yet, I still could use your help with something else. Mind helping me stretch? Afterwards, I promise we can get to the work out.” He went over to one of the mats in the gym and laid flat on his back, his legs spread apart, and looked up expectantly at Mr. DiMaggio. Avery was a very flexible individual and if Franco decided to help him stretch, he would find out for himself.
“You, worried? You seem to know exactly what you’re doing, kid. I’m flattered that you asked for my help, though…” Franco said, trying to shake his mind from the hold Avery’s ass had taken it in. “I can help you with stretching, too. Of course… go ahead and show me how you do it,” the teacher instructed, hoping that another demonstration from the boy wouldn’t spring yet another boner on him. “So, uh, here it goes…” Franco said, moving toward Avery and taking the boy’s toned legs into his hand. “Ready?”
“I tend to be OCD with my regimes, so working on a specific area works best for me.” Avery could tell that his brand of seduction was slowly wearing down the professional walls that Mr. DiMaggio used to separate himself from his attraction to his students. While Avery couldn’t see why anyone would want to restrain themselves from their own carnal desires, he could appreciate that Franco had some principals. Unfortunately, he felt that he could appreciate his cock a little better.
“I’ll be glad to show you what I’ve been doing. Maybe you can spot my error.” With his back to his current personal trainer, Avery spread his legs apart in preparation for the squats. Avery firmed his stance and brought his body down in the squatting position, purposefully using the wrong form. His ass jutted out more than normal and the way he arched his back would have been dangerous if he actually had any weights on his shoulder. “How’s that look?” He asked slowly brought his body back up to a stand position, his rear a little closer to Mr. DiMaggio than normal.
“Well, I can’t really argue with the results, because you look pretty damn good, kid. At least for your age,” Franco smiled, trying to sound genuine in his words and not like he was trying to hit on the boy. He was his teacher after all, and the last thing he wanted was another case of studentfucking. But dammit if Avery’s body wasn’t turning him the hell on. The gym teacher hated how all the boys in that damns school were having such an effect on him.
As if the situation couldn’t get worse, then Avery started squatting. The kid had a fantastic ass, that was for sure. The teacher was nearly speechless upon watching the kid demonstrating his form. Two weeks at Malcolm Prep, and the man wasn’t as sure with his sexuality as he was before starting as a teacher, with Avery only perpetuating the confusion. “That looks… very good, kid. Seems like you barely need my help…” he muttered out, once again having to readjust his impending erection, before the younger male could see what was happening.
Avery looked into the eyes of Mr. DiMaggio and wondered if his repeating the question had anything to do with Avery’s little display. If so, it meant that things were going on schedule. If not, well then he might would have to go with a more brazen approach. “Usually when I work out, I just try to focus on a few body parts in order to get the desired results. Lately, I’ve been really into my torso.” For visual purposes, Avery lifted up his tank top so Mr. DiMaggio could get a better look at what it was he was talking about. He ran his fingers up his flat, toned stomach, lightly tracing his abs before hitting his pectoral. Just like with his torso, Avery ran his hand across his chest, pulling softly and then pinching his nipple. He tried to do it so that it could come across as natural as possible, but sometimes when Avery wanted something as badly as he wanted the teacher in front of him, subtly wasn’t his strong suit.
He dropped his tank top from his hand, letting the fabric fall down as quickly as he pulled it up. “What I wanted your help with today, though, is my squat technique. I feel like I’m doing them wrong.” Avery looked up to Mr. DiMaggio with his best look of confusion. He knew that the teacher inside of Franco could not pass on the opportunity to properly education a young student like himself. Even if the young student was purposely feigning ignorance. By the end of the day, Avery might be showing Mr. DiMaggio his squat technique…in the buff.
“That’s a good technique if you want to tone just one area of your body, sure,” Franco said, understanding the concept. “I can tell it’s working for you-” he began, being cut off by the sight of the boy’s chest exposed to him. Damn, he’s even more ripped than I thought… Franco thought to himself trying his hardest not to look or sound thrown off by the boy’s brief exposure of flesh. He’d always fooled around with a few guys since arriving at Malcom, and the last thing he needed was another notch on his gym post.
“Um, squats? Yes, squats are good, I can help you with that,” Franco said, upon regaining composure of the situation. “If you feel like you’re doing them wrong, then the best thing for you to do would be to show me exactly what you’ve been doing. Uh, go ahead, kid,” Franco said, motioning to the boy to demonstrate his squatting technique.
Avery had an extra skip in his steps as he approached Franco and it wasn’t until then did he realize just how big the man was. His biceps alone were probably twice the size of Avery’s and Avery had pretty nice biceps. From what Avery could see, his pecs were equally impressive, as was the rest of his body. He smiled at the thought of what this tanned god would look like naked and just how bi…But all of those thoughts were cut short when Avery realized that Mr. DiMaggio had asked him something. “Good seeing you here as well. I’m absolutely ready to get pumped. I’m sure I can handle whatever it is you give me.” he replied, and if cheshire grin plastered across his was any indication, was thinking of the double meaning behind ‘get pumped’.
While he was aware that it was common gym speak, Avery couldn’t shake the image of Franco pumping into him. But all in good time. “I’ll lead the way.” He took off in front, heading over to a nearby machine, but stopped abruptly. If he were questioned about it, he would make up some excuse about his shoe being undone and not wanting to have some freak accident involving a shoe string. Though in reality, Avery wanted to take the opportunity to bend over in front of Mr. DiMaggio and show him what a fine ass the boy had. While bent at the waist, Avery took a few seconds to fiddle with his shoe string before standing upright again. “Sorry, about that. Let’s get down to business, shall we.” he grinned up innocently at the man, playing off his public display of ass-sets like it was merely a coincidence.
“Great to hear it. You know, I wish more of your classmates would should as much enthusiasm for fitness as you have,” Franco said happily, as he crackled his knuckles. “Not that most of you need it, since you all seem to be in pretty great shape regardless… but I digress. So, what do your workouts usually consist of?” the gym teacher asked, curious about Avery’s routine.
As he spoke, he watched the boy bend down, revealing his tight ass cheeks through his workout pants. Shit, what is it with these boys and their asses? Franco asked himself, feeling like the moment was starting to feel all too familiar. Before coming to the school, he’d never one fantasized about men before, but something about the place was messing up Franco’s psyche. Taking a moment to readjust his twitching cock before the boy could see, Franco caught himself up in the moment, and resumed speaking. “Like I said, what’s the first thing you usually do when exercising?”
After shutting down his MacBook Air, Avery grabbed everything that he needed to take his shower. This would be the first time he’d actually leave his room since coming to Malcolm Hunt Prep. In most cases, that’d be a little sad, but he’d just arrived yesterday, so he didn’t feel too lame. He had met a list of great people and really couldn’t wait to spend time getting to know each and everyone one a little better. It had surprised him that the first person he’d actually meet in person wasn’t a student at all, but a teacher; a hunky, Italian by the name of Franco DiMaggio.
He had contacted the man about possibly scheduling some personal training time to work out a specific body part on Avery. It surprised him that Mr. DiMaggio didn’t inquire what exactly he needed his help on but Avery ultimately realized that the PE instructor was happy to help regardless. Once he was done in the shower and freshly dried off, he went over to grab something to wear down. A pair of crisp white sneakers with white and red knee socks, an equally red tank top, and perhaps the shortest black basketball shorts he could get his hands on. They weren’t styled like modern age basketball shorts, they were cut more like the shorts from the 70s, they stopped about mid thigh with a four inch inseam. Some people could call it inappropriate to where shorts of that length out with a school official, but not Avery. Considering all the stories he had heard being here only a short time, his shorts were probably welcome. He had a nice body: nice arms, nice torso, and an exceptionally nice ass, why not show it off.
He kinda felt bad about luring the Franco down to the gym under false pretenses, but that feeling quickly wore off. Mr. DiMaggio was smoking hot. So much so, Avery was afraid of getting a contact burn if he stood to close to him but it was a risk he was more than willing to take. On his way out the door, Avery grabbed an item from the drawer nearest the door and tucked it into his right sock. Locking his room behind him, Avery made his way down to the gym, spotting Mr. DiMaggio on spot. A man like that was very hard to ignore and Avery planned on noticing every part of his body.
After some uncharacteristic decisions Franco had made in the past couple of days (namely, sex with me…) the gym teacher really needed to get a good workout in, to help him forget what he’d done. Exercising always did therapeutic wonders for the boxer, so when a student named Avery asked him for some personal training help, he readily accepted the request. The boy seemed genuine in his asking for assistance, and always wanting to help a student out, Franco made plans with the boy to meet him at the gym later in the day.
Getting ready in his usual workout attire (running shorts and a tanktop), Franco took his time getting dressed. It was a Sunday, after all, so where was the need for rush? He did want to be on time for their meeting, though, so he made sure his pace was leisurely, but not languish. Once he was ready, he headed to the gym.
When he got there, it was completely empty. Which, for a Sunday afternoon, was not surprisingly. Sunday just wasn’t a workout day for most people, which made Franco think Avery’s initiative was slightly off, but nonetheless, he was happy to help anybody who wanted to improve their physique. Now too long afterward, Avery finally made it to the gym, dressed impeccably in his workout clothes. “Avery, good to see you here. Ready to get pumped?” the PE teacher asked, with a smile.