My Gym Crush Turns into my Cum Eating Coach

All I knew was that she looked good in workout gear…I had no idea she was also a horn-dog like myself, with a cum fetish. 

I’m talking about this woman that goes to my gym who admittedly: I have a little crush on. Not like something I’d pursue. I’m in a relationship and am fairly certain she is too, but there was something about her that got me going. 

I’m 37 and go to the gym up the street pretty much every night after work and an evening with the family. The setup works for me and I need my daily workout; it’s my time to just have some me time in the day. My gym is one of those big box gyms that’s huge with a super low membership cost, but it does the job. 

There are always a few others there who, like me, are there most nights at that time. All different types and a few that were pretty easy on the eyes; although I try not to be creepy and stare or anything. 

Then there’s that girl. 

She’s about my age, maybe a few years younger, and goes most nights. She’s cute with a great gym bod, always wears eye catching pink-rimmed glasses on her mousy face, and often wears her long black hair in these really unique, Asian inspired braids; she may even have some Asian in her blood. She always wore tight yoga pants and some sort of tight tank top which both showed off her tight figure, probably C cup breasts, and perfect ass. She really isn’t a bombshell compared to a lot of the other girls working out there, but that’s actually what I like about her. She looks like…well…like me! Not ‘like me’ like me, but like her life’s in a very similar place to mine. She looks like she goes to work, goes home, and shows up nightly for her ‘her time’ at the gym. She looks like someone I’d have a lot in common with and would hit it off with, in another life. 

Anyway, I always try to get more glances of her passing by as my libido never seems to rest. I’ve even exchanged a few little interactions with her: asking to pass a weight or a quick pleasantry, nothing crazy. Let’s just say, I’m always glad when she’s there. 

This story isn’t about her though…yet. It actually starts with me trying to get up the nerve to eat my own cum, and failing. 

It’s one of those turn ons that hits me every now and then: eating your own cum or tasting it. Just enjoying your sexual fluids without shame or anything. Just the idea of it often speeds up my masturbation sessions as I decide I will ‘definitely do it this time.’ ‘I’ll bring the semen up to my mouth and just lick it up at the end, this time.’ Every time though: the moment hits, the orgasm dies down, and then I don’t have the horny energy any more and inevitably chicken out. Every time! A few times I’d get just a little taste in or would do the legs over the head and get a glancing shot in my mouth, but never enough to really get the effect and scratch the itch of the fantasy out of it. 

I also really wanted to do it because I felt l wanted to know what it was like, on the rare occasions, my girl would take it in the mouth. If I expected her to do that, shouldn’t I be willing to as well? I even wanted to do it in front of her. During a few sex sessions I’d decide to eat her out after I’d cum in her, but, like when alone, I’d chicken out every time.

So after failing to really get there, for years, I had the idea that maybe having someone help push me could get me to do it. I couldn’t ask my girl though; she just didn’t tend to be that kinky and I didn’t want to freak her out if it’s too weird for her, or if I end up hating it. If I was ever gonna make this happen, I needed to outsource the help. I needed a coach. 

So, one day, I decided to make a post on one of those local, Craig’s List type of websites where you can try to make connections like that. I wrote the post saying I’m looking for a woman to be, essentially, my cum eating coach. I said I wasn’t looking for a relationship or to have sex with someone or anything like that, I just wanted another adult who was into the idea and would help me finally just do it. I said I was open to ideas about how to do that - over the phone, chat, or even in person - and that I’d be open to helping them make a personal fantasy happen too, if they wanted that; just to sweeten the pot. 

I sent the post and saw it go up online within a few minutes. I figured it’d be a long-shot and probably wouldn’t lead to anything, but at least I tried. I then watched my email all day and nothing came through - not even spam. After just a couple hours, the post was so buried under other pervy posts that I considered it a lost cause I’d maybe revisit later. I moved on. 

A few days later though, I checked my private email again and found a surprise: a response to the post! I assumed it’d be spam or one of those lame, one sentence replies that doesn’t give you much confidence, but when I opened it I was surprised again. It was a thoughtful, two paragraph response from someone claiming to be a woman. She wrote that she was 31 and in a relationship herself, but said she had done some cum play stuff with a previous boyfriend and found it to be a big turn on that she’d like to revisit, and that she thinks she could help me with my fantasy. She described herself as fairly active and in good shape and said, like me, she was discreet and not looking for a relationship or anything. 

Now, I’m smart and don’t just believe every email that I see; I was skeptical. However, me and this person exchanged several more emails and she seemed pretty chill about everything. It even turned out that she lived in the same town as me. 

So we moved our conversation to a messenger app and she asked me what I’d tried in my pursuit of eating my own ‘product’. I ran down trying the legs over the head, the quick cum in my hand and bring it straight to the mouth, the cum eating instruction videos online, and so on and so on. She weighed in saying that, she thought I’d do better with some interaction, someone real actually pushing me to follow through in that moment, and that in her experience it tends to make for a better result. So we talked about maybe getting her on webcam or on the phone while I was going for it, but then she floated the option, since she was nearby and we both seemed to be on the same page, of meeting in person. I was reluctant at first, but she seemed reasonably cautious about it as well, which gave me confidence that I wasn’t gonna end up in a bathtub of ice with my kidney sawed out. We exchanged a few of those ‘live pics’ - the ones that show they were taken at that exact moment - and proved we both were who we said we were. Neither of our pictures were real detailed, as we were both trying to maintain some anonymity, but they did the job. From her’s, I saw exactly the person she’d said she was: a woman in good shape with a decently cute face, although the picture cut off the top of her head. There was something familiar about what I did see of her face though, not super familiar, but familiar nonetheless. 

We decided to meet at a coffee shop for a drink and go from there; make sure one another weren’t creepy psychos in person before we committed to this. We picked a Starbucks in town and agreed to meet on a day we were both working from home and had a decent mid morning break. She said she’d be at a table in the back, in a black dress with a jean jacket over it, and would put a little figurine on the edge of the table so there’d be no mistaking someone else for her. She said to call her Elle. I said I’d be in dark jeans, a blue and white checkered button up, and a navy blue blazer with a red pocket square - also just to make it clear it was me. 

When I arrived that morning, I scanned the room and immediately saw her: black dress, jean jacket, and figurine on table. She was facing the window, so I could only see her from behind, but she seemed as advertised and had long black hair braided down her back. I walked up at a casual pace so as not to seem odd to anyone else in the room. I took a deep breath as I walked up and got her attention. 

“Uh, Elle?” I said once at the side of the table. 

“Oh hey!” the woman said turning to me. 

As her smiling face met mine though, we both immediately went jaws agape. It was the girl from my gym! No kidding, the one I’d had a quiet crush on for months. She wore the pink rimmed glasses and everything, and there was no mistaking that she was the person I was there to meet. Her face showed that she clearly recognized me from our brief interactions as well. 

She blushed as I’m sure I did too. 

“Um…hi,” she finally said, breaking the odd moment. “Won’t you join me?”

We both let out an awkward laugh before I sat down across from her. This was weird. I mean, as if it isn’t weird enough meeting someone from online for a purpose like this one, it’s almost nightmare inducing to think that it’d end up being someone you know. However, I thought to myself: at least she was certainly thinking the exact same thing and was here for just as strange a meeting as I was. 

We both confirmed that we were each other’s online friends and that, yes, we were also the people one another saw at the gym every night. We both agreed that was an unexpected development, but it also helped us break the ice a bit once, I think, we both got comfortable with it and realized that we both wanted to have this meet up and be in this spot. Maybe the familiarity even made us more comfortable as we weren’t really complete strangers meeting for the first time. 

“I guess we at least know one another are healthy pervs, eh?” I joked to her at one point as we sipped our coffee and got to know each other.

I discovered I was always right about my gym obsession though: we really did seem to be in a similar life space and on a similar page. We were hitting it off. 

Eventually, we got down to it and started talking about the reason we were there. Elle talked, discreetly, about her past experiences with this kink and how it really was a challenge she got into. She told me she had a few different ideas on how to get me through my hang up and it would just depend what I’d be most comfortable with. I told her I was game to give it a try, and we both agreed that we had the time and freedom to do it right then. She asked that I follow her back to her place and we do it there as she’d be most comfortable on her home turf. I agreed and we got in our cars and went. 

We arrived at her house after a short drive. It was a decent looking place, about the same size as my own. She invited me into the master bedroom where I found a fairly nicely decorated room and a queen sized bed that she’d made up that morning in anticipation we might end up there. 

“Well, should we get started?” Elle asked, to which I said yes. “We’re gonna need you to get comfortable if we’re gonna do this right. How do you normally do it when you ‘please yourself?’ Honestly, don’t sugarcoat it.”

I agreed to just be open with her and get the best experience out of this. 

“I mean, when I can, I like to do it completely naked and just let it all out,” I said. 

“Then, let’s go with that,” Elle said with a smile, motioning to the bed. “Strip. I’ll grab a few supplies.”

Supplies? And just…strip…right there in front of my gym crush? This all got real very fast, but this is what I wanted. It was time to start making this happen, and that would require me to, literally, not hold back. 

Elle went into her walk-in closet to get whatever she was getting. I started doing, as instructed, took off my blazer, and set it on a chair in the corner. I then unbuttoned my shirt and removed it too; exposing my hairy but decently shaped chest and stomach. I was pulling off my jeans when Elle walked back in. She walked over to the bed and put down a few bottles of oil, a surf green vibrator, and a handful of other little items. 

She looked over to me as I now stood there in nothing but my black boxer briefs. 

“Ooo la la,” she said jokingly, giving me a wink. “You’ve been taking those workouts seriously.”

I smiled at the comment as I surly blushed. Elle slid off her jean jacket, revealing her toned, smooth arms and shoulders accentuated by her tight, black, cotton dress. She really was sexy; beautiful. As I said before, in a different life…

“Okay my little stud,” she said, “we could try a little dominance here, but I honestly don’t see that being successful; not for trying to break you through that barrier at least. No, I think you need a gentler hand here. This needs to be all in and all positive.”

Elle walked over to her side of the bed, propped up the pillow, and took a seat against it. She got comfortable, adjusting her long black braid and crossing her smooth legs at her ankles. She patted the bed next to her. 

“Take those off and come join me,” she said pointing to my boxer briefs. 

Alright, it was time to actually go through with this. I took a deep breath and, before I could think twice, reached down and yanked my underwear to my ankles. My uncut member sprung out, already at attention in the excitement of this moment. Elle’s eyes went directly to it and she grinned at the sight. 

I did as she said and walked over, sat on the bed next to her where less than a foot of space sat between us. My dick stood straight up in my lap as I got comfortable. Elle slid over right next to me and put her hand on my right shoulder. 

“There we go, and don’t feel bashful. Think of me like a doctor here - like your coach,” she said with a reassuring smile. “Now, I’ll kind of talk you through what we’re gonna do, but first we’ve gotta start gettin you…well…more warmed up.”

She said that last part motioning to my boner and giving me a wink. I gave a little laugh and nodded as Elle told me to ‘go ahead,’ so I did. I grabbed my cock in my right hand and slowly slid the skin back, revealing my purple mushroom head. Elle commented that she liked the uncut look and that the guy she used to date, who she also ‘fed cum to,’ was similarly uncircumcised. 

“You don’t mind me watching, do you,” she asked to which I quickly shook my head no. 

“I actually kind of like begin watched,” I said. 

As I built a pace, jerking my cock up and down, Elle began the positive approach she decided to go with. 

“Now the big thing I want you to keep in mind is that there is absolutely nothing wrong with eating your cum,” she said leaning into my ear and speaking in more of a whisper. “It’s a good thing and a completely natural thing. I’ve eaten a lot of cum over the years and even taste my own regularly. It’s healthy, it’s sexy, and it’s just fun.” 

She told me that cum, and tasting yourself, has long been a big turn on for her. How she loved swallowing a load and often spent her masturbation tasting her fingers every few minutes. In all of those times lusting over this girl at the gym, I never once imagined that she would have such a sexual side, but I was so happy to see it here. Her encouraging words and gentle touching of my arm had me quickly upping the pace of my masturbation; turned on immensely by it all. 

“Not too fast,” Elle said grabbing my jerking arm and adjusting my pace to deeper, slower strokes. “This is gonna be a special orgasm for you, so we want to really let it build.”

She offered me lube and the surf green vibrator to help, but I said I was good for now. She teasingly took the vibrator anyway, turned it on low, and held it to my nipples. Her grin went ear to ear as I shuddered at the feeling and rubbed myself. She also offered up porn, but I also declined that and said that her watching and participating like she was, was outdoing any porn we could bring in. 

“Yeah, this is super sexy,” she said as she watched me work on myself. “It’s kind of getting me going too. Watching you masturbate. Knowing that we’re gonna finally feed you your cum at the end.”

Elle gently ran her hand down her own neckline as she watched; eventually gracing her breast with a grin. 

“Do I turn you on?” she asked me. 

“Very much,” I said gasping a little as her words and the admission helped build my sexual energy even more. 

With that she smiled, took her hand off my arm, and quickly stood up at her side of the bed. She pulled her braid over her shoulder so she could access the zipper on the back of her tight black dress. Elle pulled the zipper down, followed by the shoulder straps of the dress, and then just let go allowing the whole thing to fall off of her body and to her feet. Now she stood in front of me in a ridiculously sexy, matching, black, lace bra and panty combo. The black fabric set perfectly against her milky white skin and tight body. My eyes immediately darted down to the lace covered mound between her legs; my mind dreaming of the treasure below. 

“Maybe this will help,” she said with a wink as she sat back down next to me in her underwear. 

Elle picked up the vibrator and clicked it on, placing it against the crotch of her panties. She let out a gentle moan of pleasure before resting her head on my shoulder and returning her eyes to my masturbation. 

“Mmm, does it make you harder knowing I’m pleasuring myself to your masturbation; to the thought of feeding you your cum at the end,” she said seductively. “It looks like it does.”

She smiled and nodded at my cock and the bead of precum that had now formed and was making my head glisten with each jerk. 

“Put that in your mouth like a good boy,” Elle directed me. 

I did as she told me and used my pointer finger to collect the clear goo off my cock head. I brought it directly to my mouth and put it on my tongue; taking it into my mouth quickly. Elle smiled at seeing me comply. I never had trouble tasting my precum though. The real test was still to come. 

I think Elle could sense that her dirty talk and her near-nudity had me getting closer and closer to the edge. She put the vibrator down for a moment and picked up one of the lube bottles and a small, green, rubber cock ring. She told me to stop jerking for a second, held the lube bottle over my boner, and dropped a bit of lube over the tip before handing me the cock ring. 

“This is my guy’s, but I think you should wear it for the finale here,” she said. “Trust me: we want this orgasm to be one of your hardest ever.”

In that moment, the thought of using a stranger’s cock ring only added to the excitement. I slid the ring down over my dick head, collecting lube on it as I pushed it down, and it eventually came to rest at the base. My manhood quickly started hitting a new level of hardness as the veins throughout my shaft began to show. Elle, watching the reaction, trapped the vibrator back between her thighs and ground her crotch into it with a moan. 

All of this was too much. I whispered to her that I was close to orgasm and she responded quickly, getting up on her knees and facing me with an eager look. 

“Okay babe, just relax and keep going. Don’t stress about what you’re gonna do - it’s really no big deal, remember,” Elle said passionately. 

I’d told her earlier that I was willing to do whatever she thought was best to meet my goal and go through with this. In my state of building pleasure, I confirmed this was still the case as she kept rubbing the vibrator into her panties. 

“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” she said with a smirk. “When you’re right there, ready to blow: you’re gonna tell me and I’m gonna finish you off with my mouth. I want you to let go of everything and just cum into my mouth as hard as you can. Then I’ll make sure it gets to you.”

Her plan was certainly more on the hands on side, but as she reiterated, this was just to make sure I got over that hump and got every drop possible without chickening out. I wasn’t about to disagree with my coach on that one though. My cock throbbing in the cock ring and the prospect of doing something so taboo in my mind: I would have gone for just about anything. Elle had me in the palm of her hand. 

“Okay, okay! I’m there,” I said frantically as my hand started shaking on my cock. 

Elle pulled my arm away with one hand, grabbed my boner with the other, and immediately lowered her head into my lap. As her warm mouth engulfed my throbbing dick head, I completely lost control. With a groan, my hips started bucking and I felt my cock begin blasting hard shots of cum into Elle’s mouth. She kept jerking my lower shaft up and down as she sucked up each shot without so much as flinching. 

I felt like the last shots were coming out of me and the orgasm had reached its end phases but before I could say anything, I felt Elle’s mouth pull off of me. She brought her face up to mine and placed her left hand on my cheek while the right one continued to grind the vibrator into the crotch of her panties. She pulled my face into hers and locked her lips with mine. I felt her tongue dive into my mouth, and with it came the salty taste and gooey feel of a deluge of my own cum being transferred into my mouth; it was happening. 

Honestly, it didn’t really taste like much, as I said, just a little salty. However, Elle’s method made perfect sense, because after all the build up and the fact that our tongues were dancing with that cum in my mouth - it seemed like a sweet treat. I could feel the warm goo coating over my tongue as Elle spread it to me with hers. The moment would only get sweeter though as, my load now in my mouth, she pulled away and began gasping. 

“Swallow it…all of it!” Elle exhaled out as her body began to shake. 

As my teacher’s forehead pressed against mine, she quaked in her own orgasm. Her eyes never left me though as she watched me swallow my own load, savoring the long sought after feeling as it slid down my throat, and I’m fairly certain that the sight was driving up the intensity of what was happening in her panties at that moment. She gasped and gyrated against the vibrator as her breasts jiggled in the lacy black bra.  

Elle clicked the vibrator off as her body shook out the last wave of her pleasure. Before she pulled away from me, I felt her fingers on my still swollen cock head. She must have pulled away before one last spurt of semen rolled out, because she now had it on her fingers. I expected her to feed it to me, like she had the rest, but instead she closed her eyes as she placed it in her own mouth and swallowed. 

“And a little taste for the coach too,” she said with a giggle as we both caught our breath. 

I’d done it - I finally ate an entire load of my own and after the positive experience, as Elle had theorized, I imagined it wouldn’t be the last. I asked her if there was any way I could repay her for the help, but she said that she had enjoyed the experience just as much as I had. 

We both cleaned up, got dressed, and parted ways; satisfied that our plan had work. It was a little difficult going back to work with that excitement behind me, but I made it. 

It was a few days later before I would see Elle again. I was lifting the dumbbells by a long bank of mirrors at the gym when she walked up behind. 

“Had any more of those protein shakes I showed you?” she asked in my ear as I turned around to her mischievous grin. 

“Maybe a couple,” I said with a wink and smiled back. 

We exchanged a bit more small talk before she said she was going to do some squats. However, before she could turn and walk away, she got my attention one more time. 

“Oh by the way,” she said, “you mentioned maybe paying me back by helping me with a little goal of my own? Well, we should chat…there is one thing I thought of that I’d like to try.”

…to be continued…