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edibrad12:

He then signed the very lucrative contract i offered him… Little did he know that having his ass cheeks in a thong was just the beginning…

msclpussy2:

He didn’t have any clean underwear on so he had to use his girlfriend’s…. He started to like it a bit too much though!

HIRING A SWIM INSTRUCTOR - PART 1.

#gayerotica #originalstory #gaymuscle #control

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Part 1 of this story i wrote about a hunky muscle man applying for a job as a swim instructor. Hope you like it!

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—“And when you wake up you will be in an office, interviewing for a job you desperately need. You wont be qualified for it, but you will want to do whatever it takes to land it. All the interviewer’s requests will sound fair and reasonable to you, and you will be thankful he is even considering you for a job you are so untrained for. “

—"Also, whenever he tells you one of your selling points is “not enough”, you will be compelled to prove him wrong on that very aspect. If he tells you you’re not tall enough, you will want to prove him how tall you are. If he tells you you’re not smart enough, you will want to prove him just how smart you are. You know that’s how you’ll get him to hire you, and you will be, without question, fully committed to convince him that you are good enough for the job. ”

On the count of 3.

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3.

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Adam woke up feeling a little dizzy. He didn’t remember how he got here, but he knew he would have to absolutely ace that interview. Him getting this job was an absolute must, and he would do everything he could to get it.

—"Mr. Decker, thank you for joining me today. I see you applied for the position of—- swim instructor, I see?”—

The interviewer, calmly sitting on the other side of the small desk, asked indifferently, while reading from a plain white piece of paper he held in his hands.

—Do you have any experience in that kind of position?” —he continued, barely looking up, as he put a pile of other papers aside.

Adam started to sweat. He didn’t remember applying for that job at all. He had never taught anyone how to swim, let alone anything else. Hell, he wasn’t even a good swimmer! He wouldn’t drown for sure, but that’s hardly any qualification for a swim instructor.

—I can’t say I have any experience on that, no. But I’m a fast learner, and I really need this job, sir. I couldn’t even tell you I’m a great swimmer, but I’m willing to give this job a 100%. I can guarantee that.

—Well, I’m glad to hear that Mr. Decker. —the interviewer replied, slightly more engaged. Are you perhaps an athlete, maybe? Or do you practice any other sports?-

—Actually, yes. —Adam responded, happy to be able to answer affirmatively to one of the questions. —I won a couple of wrestling tournaments back in school, and I do go to the gym often since I was 15. I do like to keep in shape, and i think people can notice that —he responded— puffing his chest with pride.

—That’s really nice to hear Mr. Decker, and I have to admit that’s definitely something in your favor. We do have a lot of older women signed up for classes who I’m sure would be interested in getting them from a young, attractive, virile man like yourself — the interviewer said calmly.

As the man said those words, Adam smiled. It was the first time the interviewer had looked up from the paper in front of him, and he noticed the man’s eyes lingered attentively on his broad, prominent chest. Adam’s chest visibly bulged behind the white thin fabric of his dress shirt, and that gave him a confidence boost. He knew that the attractiveness of his body was undeniable, and it was hard for anyone not to notice once they had placed eyes on him. His dark wavy hair, his deep, brown eyes, his carefully trimmed beard… his big chest muscles… his small waist… his big ass… his fat dick…. He knew he was the whole package, and that made him confident enough to succeed in virtually every situation where his looks were involved.

Sadly for Adam, that happy feeling didn’t last long.

—However… —the man continued, without batting an eye— i don’t think that having a muscular and visually pleasing body, would be enough qualification for you to teach this class.

—That’s because you don’t know just how muscular and attractive I actually am —Adam politely interrupted. —Please let me show you— he continued— as he started to unbutton his white, and impeccably ironed shirt with calm indifference.

—That’s not necessary Mr. Decker— I believe I…-

—I’m sure once you see it you’ll think otherwise —Adam interrupted again, patiently. —You can even touch it if you want —he offered—, as he grabbed the interviewer’s hand, and slowly placed it over the warm, tanned, and slightly moist skin of his hairy chest.

Adam’s shirt, now half undone, had his pointy dark brown nipples peeking through the opening if the fabric, and his sweat glistened on his tanned and taught skin. Adam had just placed the interviewer’s hand exactly on top of his left nipple, so he could feel how warm and textured his man-tit felt. For some reason, Adam thought that would be at least somewhat convincing, so he did it without much thought.

—Uh.. that… that is pretty impressive indeed. —But, Mr. Decker— even when you have such an obviously worked on upper body, that’s just not enough for us to…—

—Its not just my upper body. My lower body is just as good, want to see? —Adam retorted, with just a smidge of provocative playfulness in his eyes.

The interviewer was surprised, but also quite intrigued. Adam’s voice, instead of sounding sexual, it sounded… normal? As if it was the most common thing for attractive guys to do in interviews. To have their whole bodies inspected and felt up by the man interviewing them.

—I am sure that’s the case, Mr. Decker… But no matter how muscular your chest, or your lower body is, there’s just no…—

—Once you take a look, you will change your mind I’m sure.—Adam interrupted, while swiftly getting up from his black office chair in one short move.

As the interviewer froze in place, Adam turned around slowly and flexed his arms, clearly attempting to prove his point. After that, he lifted his shirt from the back, and showed his neatly covered ass for the interviewer to see. Adam was wearing a pair of appropriately fitted black slacks, that would cling onto his big bubble butt in both a discreet, yet eye-catching way. He swayed his hips to the sides to show it off more, and sexily thrusted his hips forward. And, as he slowly finished his provocative display, he smirked confidently and said:

—I know you can’t see much because of my pants. But I think you know what I mean by now.

—…Mr. Decker, you look good indeed —the interviewer said after a small pause.— But looking good in a pair of trousers is just not enough reason to—

—What about looking good in a swimsuit? – Adam quickly replied. —I’m sure those old ladies would love me giving out my classes in a speedo. I could wear one, if it helps!

—I… —the interviewer stopped and reflected for a second. —…I think that speedo might actually be a good idea, Mr. Decker, not going to lie— he finally granted after a brief pause.

—I know some of those women, and I’m sure they would love to lust over someone like you— an attractive, young, fit, and muscular guy, in a small, sexy, and provocative bathing suit. —But, even if you were to wear… well… that ‘speedo’ you just suggested— that’s still not enough to make up for your lack of experience in this field I’m afraid.

—Is a speedo not enough, sir? Because I can also wear something even smaller— Adam replied, happily.— —I wont mind leaving very little left to the imagination, if that’s what you want.

Once again, the beautiful muscle hunk responded with the effortless tone he’d have as if he were just asking a clock to give the time of day. The interviewer felt tense from the sexual undertones of the conversation.

—No, Mr. Decker… That is not what I meant. What I meant was..—

—I can look for the skimpiest speedo available, sir. —Adam insisted with ease.— I know there are some that could barely hold my dick and balls inside it at the same time. I once was gifted a pair of those as a joke, and when i tried them on, i clearly remember my balls bulging obscenely through the shiny fabric. Maybe one of those could work for this situation? -he asked, in a surprisingly calm and even professional tone.

The interviewer was shocked. You could clearly tell he didn’t expect this conversation to go the route it was going. And before he had a chance to respond, Adam took out his phone from his front pocket in a swift motion.

—In fact, I’m sure I can find one to your liking— he said, while typing something on the screen’s keyboard. — just a quick search and… there! A bunch to choose from!

—Here!— Adam continued, while handing his phone over to the still confused interviewer. You can choose the skimpiest speedos you find online, and I will wear them to class, no questions asked. I will wear different ones every day too to keep it interesting. I will make sure the ladies drool over me every class I’m on, I can guarantee that.

The interviewer was actually getting pretty convinced at this point. Who cares if the guy could not swim. The class would be sold out for months if he were to actually dress like that. But now, he needed to make sure he was serious. Otherwise, this would all be completely pointless.

—Mr. Decker, I’m sure any of these would look great on you. But i doubt you are brave enough to wear something so revealing. You will be in front of a whole class, remember? You’ll be wet, and some of these are so tiny…

—I will prove you wrong. —Adam defied. Whatever skimpy bathing suit you choose for me, I’ll wear. —In fact… do you have anything like that here? I will put it on right now, and show you how good it looks on me.

The interviewer paused to think. A few moments later, he finally responded:

—I…. I may have something, actually. Please wait here Mr. Decker.

The interviewer stood up in a subtle hurry and left his office. He then came back, carrying a small cardboard box with both his hands.

—Sometimes stores send us samples of swimsuits for us to sell. We get speedos all the time. I’m sure we can find something to show you off. If— that’s what you want, of course. —he clarified.

—I’d love that, Sir.— Adam replied, knowing for sure that showing off his muscular body in a skimpy bathing suit was his only selling point in all of this. He was desperate to prove him how good he looked when barely dressed.

The interviewer started to take out small pieces of clothing from the box. There were vibrant colors, like red, pink, and yellow. But as he got to a tiny white piece of fabric, he stopped.

He analyzed what he had in his hands. He stretched it, twirled it, and even smelled it. He then tossed it over to Adam, and said:

—Put this on.

Adam found that interaction a bit abrupt, but he was in no position to be sensitive. He took his shirt and pants off, and revealed some black, regular square cut boxer briefs, and his strong, big, muscular and hairy legs. He took off his underwear too, and attempted to get into the white bathing suit he was handed— which was much, much smaller than his regular underwear.

—Put them on slowly — the interviewer said, coldly.

Adam did as he was told. The speedos were very, very small, so it wasn’t easy. As he pulled them over his dick and balls, he realized just how obscene they actually looked on him. His uncut penis was tossed to the right side of the suit, and anyone with two eyes would be able to know the direction it rested on. The suit also cupped his balls quite nicely, and he felt a cold, pleasant sensation as the shiny repellent fabric caressed his private parts delicately. The speedo actually felt good, but the way it hugged his penis made the sight of his manhood extremely explicit.

The back of the suit was not too conservative either. His big, round ass was way too meaty for it to be covered fully by the fabric, so he had an inch of his hairy asscrack out in the air. The trail of hair would continue down his ass, and while most of it was somewhat covered, he still wasn’t expecting that the top part to be exposed in the air like that.

The rest of his body —muscular, sweaty, and hairy as well— was naturally completely nude, and he slightly shivered at the realization. He had never worn something so small in his life. And he was very aware that the smallest underwear he had ever owned in his life would cover at least five times the amount of skin he had covered at that moment.

—Mr. Decker, you look quite good. What do you think?

—it is a bit small, sir. – Adam replied, slightly less brave than before.

—I thought that was what you wanted, Mr. Decker—the interviewer questioned. — I for one, actually think they’re not quite sexy enough.

—They are definitely sexy, sir! —Adam disagreed—. Look at how my dick looks. You can even see the tip of its head through the fabric. And look at my ass too! It’s barely covered, and a whole inch is hanging out for everyone to see!

—I can’t really see it that well— the interviewer replied, as he checked out Adam out, as the half-dressed hunk turned around to show him. And there’s too much fabric on the sides, too. Turn around again please.

—Adam obeyed, and as he looked back, he saw the gaze of the man directed fully onto the hairs on his half exposed asscrack.

—You do have a big ass — he finally said after a few moments of silence. —But I wonder if it’s big and juicy enough. I don’t know if the ladies would find this man-ass of yours as attractive as we want. it may not be perky or big enough—

—My ass is big enough sir. —Adam retorted. Please grab it so you can feel how juicy it is. I can also make it bounce as I walk, see? – he said as turned and walked away, in a lude demonstration.

As the stud walked away, and showed how much his ass could move, the interviewer stopped him.

—It doesn’t jiggle as much as it should be – the interviewer condemned, as he grabbed a handful of Adam’s ass, caressed it gently, and then spanked it hard. Perhaps I should make you stretch in the beginning of each class. That would make this fat ass of yours bounce around nicely for everyone to admire!

—What kind of stretches? -Adam asked, curious.

—You know, the usual. Bending over, some squats, some jumping jacks…. Hmmm I bet the jumping jacks would make your ass and balls all jiggle around nicely, wouldn’t they? Or do you think they wouldn’t move enough?

—They would sir, they would jiggle a lot— Adam replied as he started to jump energetically. He was clearly hoping to demonstrate how much his private parts would bounce with a few high jumps, and as he did he proved his point quite successfully. It was hard not to be distracted by his manhood moving so aggressively.

—I do love those exercises— the interviewed said with lust, as he watched the hunk jump up and down along with his balls, dick, and man-tits.

—I specially love stretches, though— the older man continued. —And specially, the ones that look as if the guy was getting rear-ende— i mean, the ones that stretch the glute muscles and the quads. I bet that would be hot for the ladies, right? He asked.

—Hmm… I think so… Adam said, doubtfully. He then followed the interviewer’s instructions, and started to do some new moves, like simulated to be bouncing up and down against the floor. The movements could may have been considered an exercise, but they also looked as if Adam was getting ass fucked by a giant dildo that was glued to the ground below him.

The interviewer watched attentively. He stared at Adam’s muscle body for a few minutes, and seemed to really enjoy the view. Then, he finally commented:

—That looks like an awesome warm up.

–End of chapter 1