The Trainer by Jamie Lake Read Free Book Online

repeatedly remembering Mason in that clingy bath towel, sauntering into the doorway of his bedroom, and standing there with one armpit exposed to the air as he leaned against the doorframe. He had fantasized about the towel dropping away, and just the suggestion of the man’s package had put Chris over the moon. He hadn’t had that hard of a jack off session in months, and he slept deeply, sore as hell from his workout, but also more relaxed and satisfied than he could remember. More than that, he couldn’t wait to see Mason again.
    Yeah, he was hot to look at - damn hot - but it was just nice to meet someone with whom he could talk, who understood what it was like to deal with a hateful ex, even if he was straight. Plus, he seemed so comfortable in his skin; he didn’t mind that Chris was gay and didn’t show the least bit of hesitation in working with him. Or walking into his bedroom topless with cum on his chin.
    Other people might have been alarmed to find out some stranger had jacked off in th eir shower, but if the stranger was this fucking gorgeous, Chris would invite him into the bathroom any day of the week. He could just imagine him in the hot water, all his manhood glistening, stroking his thick, swinging cock, moaning. Just the thought of it was turning Chris on, and he decided he'd better get going before he got carried away.
    He could see Mason stretching and jogging in place at the park as he came up to it. He decided just to walk to the park rather than drive , since it was only a few blocks away anyway, and he needed to burn off any calories that he could.
    He jogged up to Mason and waved.
    “Good morning,” Chris said, with a big smile on his face.
    Mason gave a quick wave then thrust his h and out; he could barely look Chris in the eye, and he only guessed it was because of the whole 'soap on the neck' thing.
    “Morning,” Mason grumbled.
    “So how’d it go?” Chris asked.
    “It?” Mason asked. “Let’s start with some stretches.”
    “You know, the whole counselor thing with your daughter?” Chris explained, taking Mason’s lead as he stretched his arms from side to side.
    Mason’s previously dark expression went sunny. A big smile broke across his face as he moved into the next stretching pose, interlacing his fingers and reaching high above his head. “Oh, that . Yeah, it was great. Got to see my daughter. Any day I see her is a good day.”
    Chris could see he was deep in thought about her. Chris loved seeing how happy his daughter made him , and to Chris, nothing was sexier than a loving, good dad.
    “That’s great, man,” Chris said, feeling the burn as his fingers reached for his ankles. “Glad to hear it.”
    “And you? How was your day? Go ahead and lie down on the mat.  We’re going to stretch your lower back and thighs,” Mason explained.
    “A lot better than yesterday,” Chris said with a smirk on his face, as he laid on the mat.
    “How’s that?” Mason asked, helping Chris lay on his side and touch the mat with his right hand.
    “Oh, just my ex and Facebook, ” Chris started.
    “Yeah? That’s why I’m not on any of that shit. Facebook, Twitter, none of that,” Mason interrupted , as he put his strong hand on Chris’ thigh and helped him push it down close to the mat, to stretch his hips open.
    “You’re not on Facebook?” Chris asked , surprised, trying to bear the pain of the stretch.
    “No, hate it. I’m a very private individual,” Mason chuckled. “Besides , anything I reveal, my ex uses against me somehow. I’m not exaggerating. Every detail about my life that she finds out somehow turns into ammunition. The last thing I need is for her to be able to find out about my daily comings and goings on Facebook.”
    Chris thought everybody was on Facebook; at least everybody he knew anyway. He forgot that there’s a whole world of people out there who never use it.
    “I’m just not a technology person, I guess. I’m more of an outdoors, nature