My Personal Trainer: Heart Racing Cardio Edition

by Trace Dex

  CONTENTS

  Title

  Copyright

  About

  Chapter One - Chapter 1

  Chapter 1

  Chapter Two - Chapter 2

  Chapter 2

  Chapter Three - Chapter 3

  Chapter 3

  Chapter Four - Chapter 4

  Chapter 4

  Chapter Five - Chapter 5

  Chapter 5

  Chapter Six - Chapter 6

  Chapter 6

  Fin

  Extra

  My Personal Trainer

  Heart Racing Cardio Edition

  Trace Dex

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  CHAPTER ONE

  Chapter 1

  “You can die from this, you know,?” the doctor said, glancing over at me. “It’s time to start taking this seriously.”

  “I know.”

  My doctor advised me to make lifestyle changes because I was at a high risk for diabetes and high blood pressure. One way to prevent this was to change the way I eat and the other was to start being more active by joining a gym.

  These were rough times for me — I lost my job and I was severely depressed about where my life was headed. I felt judged by everyone around me because of my weight. When it came to food and health, I let myself go. I always knew about the consequences but of course, I felt like I’d be a special case and not have to deal with any of them. It’s flattering to be stared at by strangers but not like this. Eating seemed to be the only thing that calmed me down.

  I was tired of everything and I really wanted to make positive changes to my life so I purchased a membership for two years at a local gym. A monthly membership would have made it easier for me to cancel and stop going. I really wanted to avoid that, it was now or never.

  This is where I met Jonathan, my personal trainer. He was a tall man with short hair, beautiful wide-set eyes, and an athletic build. Jonathan’s scent was a mix of apple body wash and deodorant. We were always in close proximity during our workouts so his aroma always lingered close by. I used to dread at the very thought of even going to a gym until I met him.

  On my first day at the gym, I nervously walked in and the woman at the register told me my trainer would see me soon. There was an abundance of really fit, attractive people in yoga pants and tank tops. Hot, slim bodies everywhere with the few exceptions of “chubby” people who were still a lot skinnier than I was. I grew self-conscious with each passing second as I stared at all the women running on the treadmills. I fiddled with my towel, staring at the floor until a hand grabbed my shoulder.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Chapter 2

  “Hello Maddison, I’m Jonathan. I’ll be your personal trainer.”

  I looked up at his smiling face, his arms out waiting for a handshake. His grip was strong with confidence and his hands were rough from all the callouses. I immediately had a crush on this man.

  “Hi, nice to meet you!” I replied, suddenly forgetting all of my fears and insecurities.

  “Have you been to this gym before?”

  “This is my first time going to a gym since— since grade school,” I said jokingly. Sadly, this was the truth, I haven’t made any real effort to take care of my body at all unless you count walking in and out of fast-food restaurants, that of which accounted for most of my activity for the day.

  “Well, I’m glad you’re here then! Let me show you around!”

  He placed his ballpoint pen between his lips and extended his hand which was holding a clipboard towards the exercise area. His other hand softly placed on the small of my back to guide me. I felt shivers down my spine and a giddy feeling came over me.

  “So, why are you here? What are you goals? What do you desire?” He asked.

  I couldn’t help but smile at the way he spoke. He had such a charming demeanor to him and he always seemed excited and happy. I felt like this was probably just part of his job but that didn’t matter to me, I finally felt special to someone for the first time in a long time and I wanted that to last.

  “Well, I just want to be healthier,” I said. “I’d like to lose this muffin top that I’ve baked around my waist and lose a few of these fat layers hanging around my body,” I said.

  Through the years, I have found that self-deprecating humor was the best way to hide the shame I felt about my body. I preferred it when people knew that I could laugh about my misfortune instead of feeling sorry for me.

  Jonathan smiled and lightly poked my belly, “Yummy! I love muffins,” he said with a smile.

  For some odd reason, I felt really comfortable around him. This is the sadly the most action I’ve gotten from a man in a while and I was loving it. I really wouldn’t mind if he touched me all day.

  We made our way to the weight room where he showed me how to use the various machines. I watched closely as he attempted to teach me proper form for multiple machines and workout equipment, but it was difficult because I was constantly distracted by his flexed muscles. His triceps grew bigger and bigger and his chest became fuller when he demonstrated the bench press. My favorite demonstration was the 45 degree leg press. His shorts slid downwards as he got into position, almost exposing his genital region. I felt myself getting wet as my imagination grew wild.

  “Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of everything eventually. I’ll make sure to help you through each one as we get to it,” he said.

  My heart was already racing and I haven’t even started. If this is how it’s going to be whenever I come here then I think I’m really going to like this place.

  * * *

  CHAPTER THREE

  Chapter 3

  Two months into my health journey and Jonathan and I have made plenty of progress. I was now 25 pounds lighter and feeling better than I ever have in my entire life. My routine at the gym involved weight training and cardio for at least 3-4 times a week. Jonathan placed me on a calorie deficit diet of about 500 calories, making sure the food I ate was low in carbs. At first it was really difficult to adjust, I’d always crave unhealthy food but I knew that it wouldn’t do me any good — that and Jonathan would be very disappointed in me and I wanted to try my best to impress him.

  “One more minute!” Jonathan screamed.

  I was gasping for air as the seconds counted down.

  “Almost done! Keep it up!” he said with a giant smile on his face.

  Whenever I ran on the treadmill, Jonathan would always stand around giving me the biggest smile as he cheered me on. I always noticed his eyes examining my body from top to bottom — it’s almost as if the sweat dripping down my legs weren’t from the exercise but from the mere excitement that he was watching me.

  There has always been lots of playful flirtation during our sessions but I knew nothing would come of it so I never tried to advance our relationship. There’s no way anyone like him would ever be interested in someone overweight like me. I accepted this and made the best of what was in front of me.

  Some of the hardest exercises for me started to become my favorite ones only because of the way he’d spot me. During squats, he would stand right behind me and hold my waists, his hips grazing my ass cheeks as we’d go up and down. Whenever it was time for the bench press, his crotch was always inches from my head as he kept
his arms under the bar to make sure I didn’t drop it.

  When the time reached its limit, I got off the machine and laid down on the floor trying to catch my breath. I felt dizzy but I knew I made him proud.

  “You did great today,” Jonathan said enthusiastically as he squatted down next to me.

  “Thank you, I couldn’t.. have done it.. without you,” I said, breathing heavily.

  “You burned more calories today than you ever have,” he said as he stood up.

  My favorite part of each gym session was when he’d help me up and tell me how happy he was for me. He usually stood above me because I’d always collapse at the end of each workout and he would reach out his hands for me to grab. His strong arms would flex as he pull me up to give me a hug. I always felt gross after working out and hoped that I wouldn’t get sweat all over him or smell bad, but he never seemed to mind.

  “Same time next week?” he asked, holding up his clipboard to make an appointment.

  “Yes! Same time.”

  “Okay, I got you down for 3:30. How’s your diet going?”

  “Well… I need a little help with that. Can you recommend some things for me to buy so that I’ll be prepared when I go grocery shopping?” I asked.

  He chuckled, “Of course!” he said and began listing healthy food items. “If you need any help, don’t hesitate to call me up!”

  I really enjoyed Jonathan’s company even if it was only for about an hour a day. My time with him became the best part of my day.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Chapter 4

  After the workout, I was starving. I made my way to the grocery store to gather all of the items that he told me to buy. My shopping cart was full of the items that Jonathan suggested, with an addition of a few extra snacks. He’d be terribly disappointed if he knew I was buying these chips and cookies but my old habits kicked in and I wanted to treat myself.

  I felt like I was missing something so I decided it was about time to call him for the first time. I slowly paced down the aisle, staring at my phone’s call button. I felt very anxious about calling him because it would be our first time talking outside of the gym. A possible conversation was being played out in my head until my cart came to a sudden halt.

  “Maddison!”

  My heart nearly stopped. It was Jonathan holding the front of my cart with a basket of groceries in his other hand.

  “Jonathan?” I said, unaware that his shift ended after our workout.

  “Hey! Gathering all the stuff I recommended?” he said.

  “I, um, yeah! I was just about to call you because I think I may have forgotten something.”

  “Oh, perfect, let’s see what we’ve got here.”

  I suddenly remembered all of my snacks in the cart.

  “What’s this?” he pulled up a bag of barbecue flavored potato chips.

  “Oh, th-that’s for my cousin. She’s around here somewhere,” it was the best I could do.

  He laughed as he searched around my shopping cart, “alright, I believe you’re missing the bananas.”

  “You’re right, I’ll go get those now!”

  “What do you plan to make today?” he asked.

  “I’m not too sure, probably a salad.” I said.

  “You should come by sometime, I’ll cook up something healthy for the both of us!”

  I was so excited that I couldn’t stop smiling.

  “So, how about it?” he asked once more.

  “Sure! When would be a good time for you?”

  “How about tonight?” he asked.

  My plans were to have a marathon of sappy love movies while I ate my chips, engulfed in jealousy and tears, but that can definitely wait.

  “I’ll have to check my schedule,” I said jokingly.

  He smiled as he grabbed my phone to put in his address. For some reason, his straightforwardness never bugged me. I would do whatever he wanted if he asked. I would give him anything.

  “See you at 8,” he said as he handed me my phone. “By the way, don’t let my boss know about this or I’ll be in big trouble.”

  “Yeah, of course!” I said.

  We both had to sign some kind of contract about not meeting outside of the gym on the first day we met. I thought it was stupid and I’m glad that Jonathan was willing to break the contract just to help me.

  “Tell your cousin I said hi and that I’m totally judging her food choices!” he said, as he walked away towards the register. He waved goodbye as he placed his groceries on the conveyor belt.

  I waved and rushed to the nearest aisle, tossing the junk food aside. That was close.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Chapter 5

  I got to Jonathan’s condo at exactly 8. He gave me a brief tour around his three bedroom bachelor’s pad — full of gym equipment and more spotless than an open house.

  “I’m going to freshen up real quick, I just had a quick workout and lost track of time.”

  “No problem,” I told him.

  “Make yourself at home,” he said as he darted towards the bathroom.

  I observed his kitchen and marveled at how clean and organized everything was. I checked his refrigerator and it was full of vegetables, sports drinks, and meat. No surprise there. His refrigerator had a few motivational and inspirational quotes on it that I found really cute.

  I made my way to his small office which contained most of his home gym equipment with a laptop connected to two huge speakers at the corner of the room. I figured this was where he probably spent most of his time.

  As I began examining his closet, Jonathan came up behind me with just a towel and dripping wet hair.

  “How do you like your meat?” he asked.

  Startled, I turned to look behind me and my eyes locked onto his torso — broad shoulders, square pecs, and eight-pack abs. His adonis belt created a guide to what was covered by his drenched towel. As he walked towards me I took a tiny step back and clumsily fell backwards onto a yoga mat and a blush came over my face.

  “Are you alright?” he asked, squatting down beside me.

  His towel wrapped above his knees and his cock was now dangling right in front of me. I tried hard to keep eye-contact but to no avail, I could not take my eyes off of his penis. He suddenly stood up as though he had just realized that he’s bared it all.

  “I’m better now,” I giggled uncontrollably. “You just startled me a little.”

  “You’re so silly, Maddi,” he said with a smile.

  “Is it okay if I see your legs? I want to make sure it matches the rest of your body,” I said jokingly.

  “Sure, as long as you don’t tell my boss, okay?” he said.

  “Fine, I won’t say a word,” I said with a stern look on my face.

  He stood above me now as I sat there on the yoga mat and my head nearly exploded as the towel now lay above my knees, surrounding his ankles. Jonathan was fully naked now, with small drops of water dripping all over me.

  “I-I…,” I began to mutter.

  “Well?” He asked, “does it match?”

  I nodded, still unable to speak.

  He bent over to grab his towel with a grin on his face. I grabbed him by his wrist — this was my chance and I wasn’t going to let it slip. He looked up at me slightly confused.

  “How about a little cardio?” I asked.

  “You’re so naughty,” he replied with a half-smile.

  He stood up with his towel and proceeded to dry his hair with it. His cock was now right in front of me and I wanted to devour it. I looked up at him as he peaked through his towel at me, knowing exactly what I wanted.

  “Let’s warm up,” he said, now semi-erect.

  He moved the hair away from my face and pulled my head a little closer. I gripped the back of his thighs and licked my lips as I motioned towards his cock. His apple scent was a lot stronger now and I could feel the heat emanating between his thighs.

  “We’ll start slow then speed things up, alright?” he said.
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br />   I opened my mouth and nodded. The tip of his cock made its way into my mouth and I grabbed the rest of his shaft with my hand as I motioned myself back and fourth. His throbbing penis grew bigger and bigger until my grip could barely make its way around his girth. I could taste his sweet juices in my mouth slowly making its way out.

  “One second,” he said, making his way to a nearby closet. He pulled out a jump rope.

  He sat on the nearby bench press and motioned for me with his fingers.

  “Come here,” he demanded.

  I began to crawl my way over to him on my hands and knees focused on his hard cock that was dripping with my saliva.

  “You’re going to do as I say, right?” he asked.

  “Yes, anything!” I shouted.

  He grabbed my hair and pushed my head down a little and pulled my arms behind my back. He began to tie the jump rope lightly around my wrists. I have never experienced anything like this before and my heart was racing uncontrollably. I couldn’t believe my personal trainer wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

  He stood up from the bench and lifted me up from my elbows, laying me onto where he just sat. My stomach felt the heat and wetness still on the bench.

  He squatted behind me and began undoing my panties. I made sure to wear a dress for wishful thinking and easy access.

  “I’ve always wanted you, you know?” he asked.

  Before I could answer, I felt the tip of his tongue slowly making its way around my pussy. My body tensed and I lost all control. I felt my own wetness dripping down my thighs. He grabbed my ass cheeks and began to lick the juices from my inner thigh, then back to my pussy. I felt shivers going through my body as his hot breath made its way around my inner thighs.

  “Please, please give it to me,” I said, unable to contain myself.