Little Timmy's Big Secret

Becoming a personal trainer wasn’t exactly Donovan’s goal in life. He actually had always been one of those guys that coasted through his early life on the wave of his good looks and athletic ability, but lacked the ambition to pursue any sort of fame or fortune that came with those sorts of blessings, i.e. modeling or a career in sports or what have you. Well it’s not even that he lacked ambition. He lacked the work ethic, he didn’t want to put in the time or money to actually make those things happen, nor did he have the patience to wait for the fortunate opportune moment that would propel him into said fame and fortune. He always knew he was the big fish in the small pond, and didn’t really feel like hopping into a bigger pond. He knew his ego couldn’t handle it. So he stuck around his hometown, leaving his ego relatively unbruised, instead opting to bruise the hearts of an assortment of single women that had the great misfortune of running into him and falling for his charms.

He got off on it really. The thrill of charming a woman into his bed, or charming his way into theirs. He loved navigating the various hair triggers and alarm bells that so many women have installed in their minds these days (and in many cases always have) to avoid having their heart broken (or worse) by one of the many shitty men that exists out in the world, making his mark on them in the sack, and then escaping with their heart without a scratch on himself. And he was good in the sack. Really good in the sack. He wasn’t the guy that puffed up his ego and denied that women had to fake it with them. If nothing else could be said about Don it’s that he is a deeply passionate lover. And as soon as women found that out, that’s when he loses interest and makes his escape. He was never in it for the relationships. He was in it for the challenge. He never wanted to be a “bad guy.” His goal is never to do harm to the women, merely to leave them feeling deeply unsatisfied with any other lover they encountered for the rest of their life. If he could never be a famous model (even though he had the looks and the body for it) or he could never be a famous athlete (even though he had the talent), he decided he’d at least be an infamous lover. He never had to lie. He never had to beg. He never had to boast. And he for sure was never caught with his pants down unless he wanted to be.

Now let it be said that for all his constant thoughts about women, Don never spared a thought for men. Don had never had a moment in his life in which his sexuality was ever in question for him. Other men were just set dressing in his mind. Competition at the very least, but never potential partners. Nor was Don ever bothered by the notion of homosexuality either, indeed he was very secure in his own masculinity. He was known at his gym for being one of the more open minded trainers amongst the gay clientele in a town relatively known for small mindedness. Don’s Juan-like reputation left him confident in how he viewed his sexuality, and how he was viewed by others, so he had no problem letting his guard down around other guys, even flirting here and there for the sake of gaining and retaining new clients. A couple of folks had even suggested he start a tiktok and an onlyfans. They told him he’d make bank making content catered to thirsty women and gay men (mostly gay men); But he didn’t care about that. All he cared about was the chase.

And then he met Tim.

Tim’s stature lived up to the reputation the diminutive version of his name had gotten in recent year. He was your stereotypical Little Timmy. He was youthful and innocent looking, with a personality that would taste like a cinnamon roll. Sweet, soft, and just a little bit spicy. One look at his face and his pathetically scrawny body and you just had the urge to protect him at all costs. Looks however, can be deceiving.

They certainly deceived Don, who could barely stifle the laugh he felt when he read “Get Big AF” under fitness goals, and then looked up at the kid who wrote it. Except he wasn’t a kid. Tim was old enough to drink and was in Grad School for Molecular Biology, Don learned as they toured through the gym. He was just one of those guys who seemed to have only been grazed by puberty. A light parting blow. No facial hair, naturally higher voice, no muscle tone. Don wondered internally if the kid could even muster enough testosterone need to put on even an ounce of muscle let alone “Get Big AF.” Ah, well. If the kid stuck with it, at least Don had job security, since this was definitely going to take a while.

Don took Timmy- (Tim, sorry, Tim was very clear about not being called Timmy,) Anyways. Don took Tim through his standard first workout assessment, checking the little dude’s height and weight (A humble 5’6”, and 120 pounds soaking wet), running him through the body fat scanner (only 9%. Kid was a certified twink. At least he had that going for him), having him do a couple easy exercises to check strength and posture. Poor guy could barely eek out a single pushup, and his shoulders were definitely rolled a bit too far forward. It was as Don was running through Timmy’s body measurements that something odd took place. Just as Don was measuring the circumference of Timothy’s left quad, He accidentally grasped onto something which had snaked firmly down the inner compression lining of Tim’s workout shorts. This was not an… uncommon occurrence. He was, once again, quite popular amongst the gay clientele of the gym, and this particular measurement did require some awkward positioning, and the intimate closeness with a man of Don’s stature caused many clients to exhibit varying levels of arousal. Usually, as unperturbed my male biology as Don typically was, He was able to laugh it off. The clients were always far more mortified than Don was. This time something was markedly different, and Don couldn’t quiet wrap his mind around it.

For one, Timmy had a big dick, far bigger than anything else about him would suggest. It was inching halfway down his thigh and felt thick as a beer can in Donny’s grasp. Don’s eyes grew wide as he comprehended the sheer enormity of the bulge in Tim’s shorts and he wondered how the hell the guy had hid it up till this point. For two, Don had well and truly grasped the dick. He had meant to press the tape to the thigh, but like a baby instinctively grasps a finger you put in his hand, Don’s hand instinctively grasped the dick, something he hand never done in all of his close encounters with his clients before. He started to panic internally, a bit because this was deeply inappropriate gesture for a personal trainer to make, a fireable offense should Tim decide to report him to the owner. More so however, Don was panicking because as he stared and as he grasped he felt his very own cock start to firm up in response, a reaction he most certainly never had before. He had been frozen, hand firmly unmovingly clutching the shaft, until finally Timmy cleared his throat and Don looked up at his cute blue doe eyes.

“Yeah sorry. I should have warned you, I have a really big dick.” Timmy smiled as he said it, almost innocently, without a trace of arrogance in his voice. His eyes however seemed to betray a more insidious nature, prompting Don to finally release the bulge. Standing up and with a deep shade of red on his cheeks, Don apologized profusely.

“Bro I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to… I mean I’m uh… I’m very straight, it’s just that uh….”

“No, it’s okay, man. That kinda happens all the time nowadays, whenever someone notices. I’m still getting used to it. Kinda had a recent growth spurt.”

“Jesus Christ, that’s a hell of a growth spurt.”

“Haha yeah, I mean nothing else on me grew so guess I had to grow somewhere.”

“Bet you get a lot good looks from the ladies. Bet you could make them feel really good with that thing.” Don cursed himself silently for letting that thought spill out. Of course his mind leapt to the things he’d do with a tool like that. And yet… for some reason he was picturing what it’d be like on the other side.

“Oh uh, actually. You said you were straight, right? I’m, uh… I’m not.”

“Oh! Cool. Cool. My bad, man! I’m totally cool with that, by the way”

“I could tell,” and Timmy smiled. It seemed a friendly smile. One meant to cut the tension. And yet that awkwardness hung thick in the air as silence filled the private personal training room.

Unable to handle the tension, Don perked up and said “Alright, let’s get you started on getting Big AF!”

The rest of the workout passed relatively peacefully. Timmy struggled due to his inexperience but gave it his all nevertheless. Don gave him a workout plan to follow over the next week until their next session. The two shook hands and parted ways, as Tim headed to the locker room, and Don returned to back office to do some paperwork before his next session. A few minutes after he sat down, Don realized he needed to pee. He went to go use the staff bathroom but found it occupied. He sighed. He hated going out to use the Members restroom, since you had to go through the main changing area of the locker room to use it. Don had had enough with awkward encounters today, and yet his bladder would not yield.

Don quickly moved through the locker room with this head down, making his way to the urinal. After having relieved himself, Don started to relax a bit, and a bit more cavalier as he made his way back through the changing area, allowing something to catch his eye.

Something big.

Don did a double take and saw none other than Timmy, sitting on a bench, gym shorts at his ankles, slowly stroking a cock far larger than Don even thought possible. He found himself stunned into silence, completely unable to look away or move a single part of his body to get out of there. Deep in the recesses of his mind he implored himself to move but something about the this swollen, pulsating member had completely enraptured his mind. Something was wrong. Something was very very wrong. Don liked women. He liked pussy. He liked tits. He had never looked at another guy and thought “Hm, I’d like to fuck them.” And there had been plenty of opportunities in his life to do so. And if he was going to find a guy attractive, it surely wouldn’t be a guy like Timmy. If he were ever to switch teams, he knew for certain he’d go for the studs, just like he usually went for the most unattainable women. He knew Timmy was attainable so even in such a fantastical world in which Don’s sexuality got switched, not even then would he go for him. But that Cock.

It was the Cock the caught Don’s attention. It was no longer about the shock and awe of the situation. It didn’t take long for the shock of “Yes this cock is fucking enormous” to subside and someone to return to their senses. And yet Don did not feel his senses returning. No in fact, they were drawing him further in. His body fully turned in Tim’s direction and he found himself moving towards the dick, slowly at first, but then with a surprisingly needful haste.

“Told you I have a big dick,” Tim said as Don stood directly in front of him, looking down at the thick rod.

“That you did.” Donny managed to eek out of his mind, as a drop of saliva dripped from his mouth onto the head of the dick.

“It’s not just any old dick. It has this… affect on people. You can get closer if you want.”

Donny wasted know time getting onto his knees, once again instinctually grasping on to it like it’s a new tool.

“You want to taste it don’t you.”

“Uh-huh.” All thought had now left Donny’s brain, completely supplanted by Tim’s Big Dick.

“Go ahead. It’d feel really good.”

Donny  opened his mouth and took the cock inside of it. He was careful, he knew what a bad blowjob felt like, and tried his best to emulate the good ones he received. Now that his was no longer preoccupied with comprehending the enormity of the dick a bit of his senses returned to him. Not enough to get him to stuck sucking on this surprisingly delicious new delicacy. No, just enough for him to glance over at the entrance to the locker room and the realization to strike him that anyone could walk in on this scene at any moment. This had gone further than just accidentally grasping it. This was full-on fornication. The both of them could become banned for life, perhaps even arrested. But that dinner matter because having Tim’s dick in his felt good. Felt really good. It was like he was being pacified. All the anxiety he would normally be having about the situation easily floated out of his mind, allowing him to think about how deeply he was enjoying this experience. Some part of him started to wonder, maybe he had been gay this whole time. Or maybe bi. Who knew sucking on a big fat dick could feel this good.

He looked up at Tim and found than all semblance of innocence had left his face. He has wearing a shit-eating grin.

“Fuck, Donny, you look so good down in that position. Big playboy muscle stud like you down on his knees sucking me off. Damn i’ve been wanting this to happen for so long.”

Donny’s head continued bobbing away as Timmy rattled off something about a new formula he’d been developing. It all would’ve gone over Don’s head on a good day, but now that all he could think about was cock, it certainly wasn’t getting absorbed.

“Anyways, you’re gonna be my little bitch from now on. Whaddaya think of that?”

That sounded good to Don as long as he could keep tasting this delicious sausage.

“When we’re done here, gonna put my number from my contact sheet, and you’re gonna put in your phone under the name Master Tim. Understood?”

All Donny could do in response was give him a thumbs up.

“And then your gonna text me “This is your Boy, Donny!” So I have your number. And whatever I text you you’ll do as I say, isn’t that right?”

Donny nodded his head. He wasn’t really absorbing any of this. He was just focused on practicing his fellatio skills. It had suddenly become a passion of his.

Just like when we’re in person. You’ll treat me with respect. Like your master. You’ll do as I say. You won’t resist. And if you feel yourself resisting, you’ll just think about what’s in my pants won’t you.

Donny blinked slowly and nodded his head. This all felt super obvious to be honest.

“Good. I’m going to come now. It tastes delicious. I want you to swallow it all.”

Before Donny could even respond, Master Tim grabbed the back his head and pulled it down close to his crotch. Don’s lips were stretched to capacity by the sheer thickness of his the cock. Shockingly there was no gag reflex. Weird. Suddenly Tim pulsated and wave after wave of thick splooge was sent firing to the back of his threat. Some of it hit his tounge Donny realized it was one of the best tasting things he ever had. Tim released his head allowing him to reluctantly pull off of the cock in order to close his mouth and swallow Timothy’s essence. It was a heavenly experience.

“Alright I’m gonna get dressed and head out. You should come to in a few moments. Remember what I told you about the phone number. And try not to panic too much.”

Donna just glanced lovingly down at Master Tim’s crotch and nodded his head. He was definitely feeling too out of it to give much more of a response.

Eventually the sound of the locker room door opening and a couple of know gym buddies chatting boisterously pulled Don back to reality. The first thing he noticed was the shockingly delicious taste in his mouth. Then he remembered where the taste came from and a shiver ran of fear ran down his spine. What the fuck just happened?

What. The Fuck. Just happened?

To Be Continued.