The word was that the new trainer was partial to some m2m action, so I booked my session. When he came into the weights room, I was hooked. He looked fabulous. Jean-Paul was about 6feet two, and his Lycra outfit picked out his muscular body. His shaven bald head was sweating after his previous session, the beads running down into his immaculately trimmed beard. My eyes inevitably ran down to his groin - clearly tucked away in there was a big black cock. The bulge was impressive enough to suggest he could make a boy groan. “Ok, we begin the introduction session” he grinned. “First I see how your body works under stress” He got me to lift a couple of weights on different machines. “Good, good. Great body” he murmured. The lightest of touches on my ass showed that I was in business. He led me over to the rowing machine. As I moved into position, he put a big black hand at the top of my thigh, just under my balls. He squeezed gently. “You have great strong thighs” he said, his brown eyes fixed on my shorts, where his attentive touch had my cock springing to life. He kept staring, kneading my thigh, watching my cock strain against the material. “Now start rowing” he said, as he moved towards the door to the private weights room. The click of the lock made my cock twitch again. I was rowing dutifully as he came alongside me. His own bulging cock was directly in my eye line. As I plunged forward at every stroke, his groin edged nearer. He ran his index finger along the length of it as I watched. Instinctively I had my mouth open as I plunged towards him. Now at the end of the stroke my mouth touched the lycra. He was smiling as he began to take it off. Freeing the arms first, he then slid the whole suit off, rolling it down his muscular thighs. So there it was. Right in front of me as I rowed, so close that I could smell it. His hand went down to his balls, then he gripped his brown shaft. Now his cock was gently slapping me as I moved into the stroke. After a minute or so, he stopped my motion by grabbing the back of my head and pushing his cock into my mouth. “You like black cock? You want my big black cock?” I felt his huge cock head nudge against the back of my throat, then withdraw, the glans feeling thick and heavy as it slid out along my tongue. I was salivating heavily, and unashamedly slurping on this black monster. My saliva dribbled onto his shaven balls, and I licked it off before greedily swallowing that big cock head again. He began pumping hard, his wet balls slapping on my chin. I could hear him grunting heavily. His huge hands were round my head, pressing my face into his groin. I could taste some salt now from his pre cum, and his breathing was getting heavier. His fingers flexed in my hair, his hands tightening their grip. Then, with a growl, he came. His thick seed poured down my throat, and he held my head tight against him. I could feel his seed spurting out, then a slow dribble as his thick cock softened. Jean-Paul released his grip, stepped away and pulled the Lycra back over his thighs. He put his semi hard, saliva covered cock back inside and winked at me. “Next week, we work on your lower back” he said. He flashed a smile, and was gone. Session 2 couldn’t come soon enough.