Sissy Sauna

Tommy fidgets a bit as he passes through the automated doors and into the air conditioned gym. People mill about, ranging from those who have clearly been in the gym for months on end, and those that have clearly just started. Tommy was in the middle. Anxiety and fear well up inside of him for a split second, his field of vision narrowing down into a thin film of terror. “Hey you the new guy?” A gruff voice interrupts his meltdown and Tommy’s eyes snap back into focus. “Y-yeah, I’m Tommy. Nice to meet you.” Tommy extends his hand. “Name’s Tank. A pleasure Tommy.” Tank’s large caramel cream colored hand engulfs Tommy’s. Holy fuck his hand is big, it could probably fit around my waist. Tommy muses to himself while absent mindedly checking out Tank. The man is built like a Ford truck with muscles to match, his biceps straining against a tight red training shirt, and tree trunk like legs encased by a pair of what appears to be a set of black tights. He has coffee colored skin, a rough yet confident face and a short buzzed haircut.

Tommy gulps. Tank eyes Tommy back, although he never found himself attracted to other guys, he had to admit Tommy had his charms. Tommy blushes as Tank’s eyes wander to his long pale legs, pause at the slight bit of smooth slightly toned midsection and then rest on his soft pink lips. A bit more ogling and Tank would probably have to buy Tommy dinner so he lets go of his hand and flashes a smile. “Now, introductions aside, tell me how you feel bro.” Tank claps a meaty hand over Tommy’s slight shoulder and walks them towards the weight area. Sweaty men and women pumping iron with ferocious intensity, Sweat Stains Gym has a reputation for some of the most focused members in America.

“Pretty nervous to be honest, it’s my first time in a gym and I’m not too good with crowds. I’m excited too though, I’ve been spending a little bit too much time on my ass.” Tommy snickers mentally at the double entendre. Literally having spent too much time on squats and ass exercises and nothing else, completing his two hundred reps on squats daily at home and then doing nothing else. He decided that the rest of his body needed some work and got a membership and a week of personal training sessions at Sweat Stains. “Well you came to the right place Tommy. I hope you’re ready for a killer workout today.” Another roguish smile, another fluttering field of butterflies in Tommy’s stomach. Any anxiety seems to have vanished and Tommy doesn’t fight the smile dancing on his lips. “It’ll be my pleasure.”

A soft gasp escapes past Tommy’s soft pink lips, his tiny frame straining against a 5lbs weight with all of its puny might. With considerable effort Tommy lifts the weight past his waistline and up towards his chin, he loses control of the weight in the process, causing it to knock him in the chin. His legs go to jelly in a snap, the weight falls and Tommy heads the same way, tumbling to the floor. But before his round ass can bounce off the floor, his trainer, Tank, catches him with two burly arms. “Woah there Tommy, I appreciate the gusto but ya gotta be careful y'know.” Tank’s voice is so close to his ear that Tommy can feel the hot breath seep into his brain. How the fuck is his voice so deep? Does he gargle gravel or something? “Y-yeah, I’ll try to be more careful Tank, you can let go now.” Tank lets go in an instant, not realizing how tight he had Tommy’s slender waist in his grip. Blood pumps hard to his cock as he looks down at Tommy’s bubble butt, those workout pants are dangerously short.

“Sorry about that, wanted to make sure you were steady” Tommy nods meekly and bends to pick up the weights. Tommy catches himself in the mirror, ever since he had decided to grow out his platinum blonde hair he had begun to look more and more feminine, and wearing a loose white tank top cut off at the midriff coupled with a pair of shorts that just barely kept his plump asscheeks from spilling out made him quite the tempting treat. He never really paid attention to the way he looked but Tommy had to admit, he’d make a damn good looking girl. Tank would have to agree if the point ever came to contention.

“Nice and slow Tommy. Nice and slow.” Tank’s hands roam from Tommy’s hips, one going to the left cheek of his soft ass, and the other moving upwards, keeping his spine straight and rigid. The actions made less out of lust and more out of a genuine desire to help Tommy get his form right. Of course all Tommy can think about is how the hunk he had just met not five minutes ago is feeling him up.

“Breathe with the motion, let your breath guide you, focus on your bicep as you make the motion, you want to create that mind and body connection ASAP.” Tank’s voice is low and steady, instructions flowing out with the ease of caramel, the effect is hypnotic and Tommy is lulled into a steady continuous workout. Soon enough he’s done thirty reps on each arm and swears they might fall off. Tank for all of his effort is awarded with a stiffening cock threatening to unveil itself in the middle of the populated weight room. Tommy’s soft breaths, quivering muscles, and pretty heart shaped face were a bit too much for the hunk. And soon he finds himself struggling to hide his massive member.

“Well that should be good enough for the arm workout for today. How about some squats?” Tank asks. Tommy starts to shake his head no but Tank cuts him off before he can turn that pretty face into the motion, eager to get away from the middle of the room to the squat rack in the corner. “That’s what I like to hear. Now, remember, spine straight, head up, and ass low.” Tank says as they head toward an intimidating power rack. “Now let’s see what you got!” Tank loads up two twenty five pound plates onto either side of the bar, Tommy steps up to the bar and gets into his squatting stance. This should be easy enough, god knows how many squats I’ve done at home. “I’ll be spotting you so don’t worry and give it your all.” Tank is set up so that his arms are under Tommy’s army pits and his hands are near Tommy’s chest area, ensuring that should Tommy need help that Tommy would get it. His cock however didn’t get the memo about professionalism this morning and is standing rigid and at attention, nearly entering the soft fold of ass that is Tommy’s asscrack. Tank lets loose a strained breath and focuses, the job comes first. Tommy explodes into a powerful back squat, completing the motion in one swift, powerful move, his tight gluteal muscles working with the efficiency of a person who has done their fair share of squats. His enthusiasm leads to his round ass brushing over and across Tank’s cock, the thick meat sliding past the soft material of the shorts and barely whispering past Tommy’s squat spread cheeks. Tommy’s little cock twitches, the hard line of heat tracing an devilishly erotic trail over his ass. On the upward push, due to sheer embarrassment, Tommy totters forward and loses his footing, Tank maintains his focus, despite the soft, delicate flesh that had just met his now precum dripping cock, and catches Tommy by the chest, his bear mitts grasping Tommy. Doing so presses his body right up against Tommy’s backside. His cock now sliding past Tommy’s thigh gap and pressing right up against his tiny balls and cock. Pleasure erupts from Tommy’s nipples, hard calluses grinding into them with aplomb, the space between his thighs feeling so fucking…. God he can feel Tank’s cock pulsing between his thighs. Neither of them says a word as Tank helps Tommy set the bar back into place. Only after making sure everything is safe and in the clear does Tank speak. “I can’t take this anymore, meet me in the sauna.” Tank looks Tommy meaningfully in the eye but Tommy has his pupils glued to the floor. He tries to stammer a response but Tank takes off, his pace an awkward lilt as he sticks his ass out trying with commendable futility to hide his throbbing erection.

Tommy takes ten deep breaths, trying to register everything that just happened. That was not what he was expecting from his first workout, not that he was complaining of course. Tank’s thick cock wedged between his soft legs, those massive hands molesting his chest and nipples, and Tank’s hard, coiled muscles, tensing with lust, pressed right up against the length of his backside. Tommy puts a hand up to his ear, swearing he can still feel the hot panting from Tank. Meet me in the sauna. Tommy moves to follow Tank.

Holy fuck, there’s no way a guy can be that sexy. I mean shit, that fucking ass, you could bounce a quarter off of that thing. Tank muses to himself while steaming off in the sauna, having made a beeline there after telling Tommy to meet him there. What the fuck was I thinking? Coming on to a member on their first day here? He’s probably gonna bolt out the door and never come back, hell he might even report me, I wouldn’t even blame him.

Tank’s thoughts are interrupted by the opening of the sauna door, steam hides the person entering for a split second. However, a glimpse of shoulder length, pale blonde hair and a set of killer legs let Tank know just who came into the sauna. A satisfied smile creeps onto Tank’s rugged face. Tommy steps past the mist and into full view. A soft pink towel is wrapped around his torso, covering the area from his nipples to his cock. Putting on full display his magnificent ass, hips, slender waist, long smooth legs, and slender arms. Tank lounges at the sight, letting his towel fall to the wooden floor, his meaty cock slightly flaccid but still massive in length and width. Tommy gapes at Tank, the sheen of sweat covering his greek god-like body has an intoxicating effect, and the way his flaccid cock just hangs there, soaked with sweat and pheromones...fuck. Tommy rubs his legs together in a feminine manner, then drops his towel as well, showing a tight pink tube top, and a small clitty wrapped in a pair of pink satin panties. “So that’s what you were hiding under those shorts.” Tank stands up, towering over Tommy, “I like it.” he presses Tommy against the wall and kisses him hard and deep. Tommy lets loose a soft girly moan as Tank’s tongue lavishes across his lips and mouth. Tank’s hard cock pressed up against his midsection. “Suck my cock Tommy.” Tank’s eyes are glinting with intensity, the lust rolling off of him in purple waves. Tommy puts two slight hands on Tank’s barrel chest, marveling at the sinuous motions of the muscles.

“P-please, call me Tiffany.” Tiffany trembles a bit, as if afraid Tank may berate or lambast her. Instead she receives another hard kiss and the sensation of two man claws raking over her soft asscheeks, exploring her like a map. “Kneel for me Tiffany.” Tank’s voice is the same low rumble as when he was giving workout instructions. Tiffany’s pink satin panties are soaked now with dewy drops of precum and sweat. She kneels, putting herself at eye level with Tank’s manhood. Large isn’t a proper way to describe it, it’s practically a python of masculinity, veins traversing the vast canvas of cock in a hypnotizing display of pulsing lines. Tank takes a hold of his cock in his right hand and slaps it against Tiffany’s left cheek. “Nice and slow baby, I want you to taste every single inch.”

Tiffany nearly squirts from her clitty right there, a searing line being felt across her face, the musk from the cock filling her thoughts with lust and need. Tank’s fat cock is dripping with sweat now, glistening with precum at the tip. She obliges her trainer with gusto. A low moan escapes Tank’s mouth as his cock slides past Tiffany’s soft, plump, pink lips. Her tongue lashing against his urethra and her soft wet mouth pussy welcoming in the thick manhood.

"Fuck baby, I need to fuck you." Tank's voice is husky, dripping with lust and need.