Date: Sun, 1 May 2016 01:31:19 -0400
From: Sash STEELE <sashadsteele@gmail.com>
Subject: The Tranny Trainer by Sasha Steele

The Tranny Trainer
by Sasha Steele

    Tanner's muscles had only recently begun to make money for him. He had
the web site, the personal trainer gig, a few good selling videos and minor
parts in a couple of movies.  Tanner had the body. He had the looks.  Women
and men alike lusted after him. He'd recently made a gay video, which to
Tanner's utter delight out sold his training videos. He'd have to do more
of those. More than just the money, bare backing the cute sissies who
co-starred with him in the video turned Tanner on more than any woman he'd
ever fucked.

   Tanner owned a studio where he trained his private clients. Most of whom
were actors and a few of LA's upper class socialites. Both groups were prey
to the endless cycle of getting fit then going to pot depending on what was
in the next frame of their soft pampered lives. As long as the money was
good Tanner would give them all the pampering and personal servicing they
desired. Tanner didn't mind even if it meant he had to suck a cock or two.
It was just business.

   You couldn't really call what those lazy assholes did as physical
training. Not by any stretch. It was more like just an easy fix to
temporarily rid them of their pot bellies and fat asses with the use of
designer drugs. They wanted what Tanner had without the work involved to
get it. They were all like that. Except for one potential client who Tanner
first came into contact with through an email which the client had sent
asking for a personal consultation to discuss specific training
options. Tanner set up the meeting for a Tuesday night at his studio.

    The client turned out to be a cross dresser who looked to be his late
twenties. He showed up wearing a loose fitting floral pattern dress,
stockings and high heels. His long black hair was pulled back off his face
in pony tail.  His face, though noticeably masculine, was feminized
somewhat by its soft smooth skin and the heavy makeup he wore. He had a
strong jaw line. But his lips were full. His eyes were striking though. A
brown eyed beauty?  Sure... If you like fairly passable male
transvestites. Tanner liked him.

   "I'm Manaka Mandall," the transvestite said proffering his hand. His
voice was a bit mannish too in its slight deepness.

   Tanner had instructed Manaka to bring along a bathing suit so that he
could assess his body. Manaka walked back to the change room and emerged a
few minutes later in a pink two piece. Aside from the fact that, like his
face, Manaka's body was soft, smooth and devoid of hair, it was definitely
that of a man's. But what immediately caught Tanner's eye was the size of
the bulge in the crotch of Manaka's pink bikini bottoms. It was huge. His
cock and balls must be enormous Tanner thought. Not that Tanner was an
expert on cocks or anything. But really!

   Tanner took Manaka's measurements. Then got him on the scales to weigh
him. Manaka was a bit short at five foot seven inches tall and a bit tubby
at one hundred and eighty pounds body weight. He measured forty inches
around the chest, thirty five inches around the waist and thirty eight
inches around the hips. His bum was a bit flat. Legs smooth and
slim. Manaka wanted to know if it was possible to b uild up his thighs,
hips and butt without adding too much to his upper body size in order to
give him a more feminine shape.

   He said he belonged to a gay theatre group and wanted to play the part
of a ballerina. A ballerina no less. Not just your average gay guy who
dances wearing those hardon provoking white tights stuck up the crack of
his ass.  But an actual full fledged tutu-wearing ballerina! With the size
of that cock and those balls, Tanner had to wonder just who the fuck was
Manaka trying to kid. But it was money. Right? And from what Tanner was
able to find out; this transvestite was loaded. Sure it was possible.

   Manaka was eager to get started so Tanner brought him back the following
night. He set Manaka up with a program to bulk up his ass, hips and
thighs. The program consisted of just three exercises on the machines - leg
presses, leg extensions and leg curls. Manaka could sit or lay down to do
them. His diet was designed so that Manaka would gain a little body weight
to keep him a bit smooth as his muscle size increased. Tanner had him train
three times a week. Kept the drugs to minimum dosage.

   Tanner was surprised at his new trainee's enthusiasm. Manaka worked
hard. Never missed a training session.  Days turned into weeks. Weeks into
months. Weight plates piled up on the machines. Manaka's ass, hips and
thighs had not only grown huge masses of muscles. They were also powerful.
Manaka had rehearsed his part in the gay theatre group's stage
production. He was part of the chorus line.  The ballerina with the
dancer's thighs. It was playing Saturday night.

   Manaka took his last workout on the Friday. He was wearing a one piece
black body suite over white tights and high laced up black training
boots. His arms wear bare. The black body suit had a rounded neck line with
medium wide shoulder straps over a black training bra. His long black hair
was in a braid. His forehead was beaded with sweat. Manaka was laying with
his back against the leg press machine's padded bench. The machine was set
at it's maximum load capacity. And Manaka grunted loudly as he pushed up
the last few reps.

   Tanner stood beside the leg press machine watching as Manaka's massive
ass and thighs strained to push up the huge load. Manaka's big legs were
spread. The material of his black body suit along with his white tights
were stuck in the deep crevice between his massive butt cheeks. His huge
cock and balls bulged in the penis pouch set above those sexy buns. Manaka
finished the last rep and set the huge weight down on its pins. He closed
his eyes.  Lay there a minute to regain his breath.

   Tanner helped him up from the machine's padded bench. Watched as Manaka
waddled away to slip out of his sweaty workout clothes and step into the
shower. Tanner nodded his approval. Manaka's ass looked big and
round. Reminiscent of two partially deflated basket balls pressed together.
His massive thighs flared out to the sides before tapering slightly inward
to his wide fleshy hips. The thighs were well rounded in front and in back
rode out and up to form a cleavage at the bottom of his rotund butt.

   As Manaka had wished, the development of his upper body had remained
more or less the same. Though it had smoothed out somewhat. Manaka's diet
and the low doses of steroids had fattened up his arms and torso. He now
had fleshy little man-tits and a slight paunch. His face had smoothed out
as well. Manaka now had a cute little double chin, all in all making him
appear a bit more feminine. Manaka was pleased with the changes that had
occurred in his body. And for that matter, so was Tanner.

   Manaka showered and ran the hair dryer for awhile before he emerged
wrapped in a white terry robe. It had become their ritual that after he'd
worked out and showered Tanner would rub down Manaka's muscles. Tanner was
after all a licensed masseuse. Manaka dropped his robe and climbed onto the
massage table laying on his belly. Tanner started with Manaka's big butt -
soft at most times, but hard as a rock when flexed. He rubbed exotic oils
into the soft smooth tissues.

   "You coming to the performance?" Manaka asked, his husky voice dreamy.

   "Wouldn't miss it," replied Tanner as he worked the back of Manaka's
huge thighs.

   As always Manaka's cock was in full erection when he turned over so that
Tanner could massage his quads.  Manaka's huge cock was a marvel to
behold. Straight as an arrow It stretched near enough ten inches in full
erection and was exceptionally thick.  His bag was tight, full, balls huge.
Cosmetically enhanced? Possibly.  Tanner didn't care. He liked it the way
it was - long, thick, smooth, its sweet cum tasty. Sucking it was part of
the ritual as well. As was sucking that big beautiful ass that Tanner had
helped to create.

   Tanner always stripped to his panties when massaging Manaka. He wore
panties, yes. It was after all the flaming twenty-twenties and this is gay
LA; a place on the edge of tomorrow where real men wore panties. His cock
was hard as a rock. It stretched the penis pouch of his panties eight
inches to the tip where their soaking wet material clung to it. Not as long
or as thick as Manaka's monster, it was none the less a wonderful cock, and
it throbbed with anticipation.

   He placed first one big leg on his shoulder then the other to work each
of Manaka's huge, thunder-thighs in turn. Manaka had his own cock in
hand. Stroking it. He too was wet with anticipation. Manaka removed his leg
from Tanner's shoulder. Spread his big thighs. Arched his back. He was
breathing heavily. As though he'd just done another set on one of the leg
exercise machines. His hand moved quickly along his shaft. Jerking himself.
He'd soon need Tanner's mouth. Real soon.

   "I need you to suck me off," Manaka breathed. "Right now!"

   When it came to muscle building Tanner was the trainer. But when it came
to getting his big hard cock sucked Manaka took over. Tanner placed his
lips over Manaka's cock. Took it into his mouth. Manaka grabbed hold of
Tanner. Grasped Tanner by the scruff of his neck and forced his cock all
the way down his throat. Manaka raised the big muscular hips Tanner had
helped him develop. Undulated them in powerful strokes to throat fuck him.
That got Manaka's blood boiling. It was as though he were out of control.
He was going to cum.

   "Ahh. Ahh. Ahh." Manaka shouted. And then the volcano erupted. "
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

   Hot cum burst into Tanner's throat nearly choking him. Tanner swallowed.
It kept coming in short bursts that flooded his mouth, threatening to
overflow it. Tanner swallowed more. It had an odd taste. Not bitter. Not
sweet.  A bit salty. A lot wonderful. Tanner swallowed more. Manaka held
tight to empty himself. He jerked his hips to push out the last few
drops. Then relaxed. Tanner removed Manaka's cock from his mouth and licked
it to be sure he had taken every precious drop.

   Tanner had unsheathed his own hard cock and was stroking it feverishly.
Manaka drew Tanner to him and pressed his lips against those of his
lover. Inserted his tongue into Tanner's mouth. Tasted the remnants of his
own cum. He rolled Tanner onto his back and mounted him. Reached back, took
hold of Tanner's throbbing erection and guided its tip to his anal ring. He
sat back, pressed himself downward taking Tanner's rock hard cock fully
into his ass. Then Manaka rocked back and forth, sliding the hard cock in
and out of his ass.

   Manaka moaned with pleasure as he fucked himself with Tanner's cock. His
own cock was hard again. It flopped up and down against his belly. Tanner's
cock throbbed for release as Manaka clenched it tight with his powerful
anus muscles. Precum spurted from its tip to lubricate the canal walls of
Manaka's tight rectum. Tanner was on the verge of cumming. Manaka was using
his ass to masturbate him. A few more strokes and Tanner would be
toast. Manaka squeezed tight. Held him. Felt the heat of his release.

   "I'm cumming," Tanner whimpered.

   Tanner emptied himself and Manaka collapsed on top of him. They kissed
passionately. They met, tongue to tongue. Tastes of ass and cock and cum
mingled. Tanner looked into Manaka's brown eyes. All these months of
training. Of dating and candle light dinners. Of sleeping together. Of
fucking and sucking each other. Tanner had fallen in love. They'd become an
item. A couple. There was no more just Manaka or just Tanner. Only them.
Manaka brushed Tanner's shoulder length blond hair from his face.

   "Are you going to wear a dress for me tonight?" Manaka asked.

   Sucking and fucking wasn't the only thing Manaka had been training the
muscle builder on. He'd slowly been converting Tanner into cross
dressing. Not that it could ever be construed that Tanner could pass as
female. Just a massively muscled man in feminine attire. Very sexy
indeed. Manaka had already coaxed Tanner out on a date with him while
wearing a dress and heels. It had turned Manaka on so much that he had
practically raped Tanner.  And Tanner kinda liked the idea.

   "A dress it is," Tanner answered.

   In some quarters a jacked bodybuilder wearing a dress might have caused
something of a stir. But not in twenty twenty gay LA. And most certainly
not at this venue - a gay all male theatre group production of the pink
swan ballet. Men in tights. Men in tutus. Men dancing intimately with other
men.  Compromising scenarios. Tanner couldn't wait to see Manaka on stage
in a sexy pink tutu. Those big powerful legs in tights. That ass. Those
were the products of Tanner's personal training. He somehow had a sense of
ownership about them.

   The place was packed when Tanner took his seat amongst others in pretty
dresses. Other men in dresses that is. And so Tanner didn't feel out of
place in the short skirted contour hugging white paisley dress he'd
worn. In fact he felt rather sensual wearing sexy silk lingerie beneath it,
with his muscular legs in nude tone nylon stalkings, white high heel pumps
on his feet and a matching purse shoved under his arm. Manaka had trained
him in the application of makeup. How to do his hair and nails just
right. What jewelry to wear. What perfume to use.

   The curtain went up and a chorus line of gay men in pink powder color
tutus pirouetted across the stage. Tanner watched closely the dancer second
from the left. The one with the massive thighs, 'dancers legs.' They did a
saute; a small jump into a plie with feet flat, heels together, toes
pointed outward, knees bent, hands over head.  Tanner looked closely at the
bulge in in the crotch of the big legged ballerina's panties. Compared it
against the other ballerina's bulges. It was noticeably larger. Tanner felt
his cock begin to stiffen.

   The chores of ballerinas pirouetted into an arabesgue forming a semi
circle in a coise` with one leg crossed behind the other as the Pas de
dueux entered to center stage. Tanner wasn't interested in the main
dancers. He only had eyes for one. Manaka, his big legged ballerina
boyfriend. Tanner watched Manaka intently when he was on stage and waited
impatiently for his return when he was not. He ogled Manaka's legs and
crotch. Was that a bit of a hardon he saw forming in the pantie pouch
beneath the flaring pink ruffles of Manaka's Ballerina skirt? Tanner placed
his purse on his lap to hide the growing tent in his dress.

   Then, all too soon, they had reached the coda - the last act of the
performance. The cast took their bows. The audience filed out. Tanner
waited. Then went back stage to find his ballerina. He met Manaka in a back
hallway.  They flew into one another's arms. Manaka was breathing
heavily. And not just from his dance performance.  Manaka's cock in full
erection tented his pink panties straight out below the flaring tutu
skirt. They embraced and kissed passionately, if not almost
desperately. Each thrust his hardness into the others.

   "In here," Manaka said taking Tanner by the hand and leading him into a
small dressing room.

   He backed Tanner up against a mirror, Tanner's round ass disrupting
makeup and other vanity items on the table.  Manaka lifted Tanner's short
dress skirt. Tanner's white panties were wet where the tip of his hard cock
pressed into their stretchy material. Manaka's penis pouch was wet too at
the tip of his massive erection. He pushed it against Tanner's and it
almost felt like he was peeing as precum pumped through the
material. Manaka freed his cock from it's pouch. It issued forth, long and
straight and hard from the penal opening in his white ballerina's dance
tights.

   Manaka pulled Tanner's panties down onto his thighs. He turned Tanner
around, roughly pushing him into a bent over position with his hands on the
vanity table and face pressed up against the mirror. Manaka shoved his cock
into Tanner's ass so hard it made Tanner cry out with the abruptness of it.
Manaka grasped Tanner by the hips and fucked him mercilessly with powerful
strokes that slapped noisily against Tanner's ass cheeks. Manaka cried out
in ecstasy as he fucked him. Tanner cried out in the distress of having his
ass ravaged by his near hysterical boyfriend.

    Manaka reached round and took hold of Tanner's cock jerking it so hard
that it hurt. Tanner placed his hand over Manaka's in an effort to calm it
down. Together they jerked him as Manaka continued to fuck him. Close to
cumming Manaka let go Tanner's cock and pulled his ass tight into him with
both hands. Then Manaka came, screaming open mouthed as he did so. As soon
as Tanner felt the hot pressured stream jettisoned into his rectum he too
came, pumping his hot cum all over the vanity table.

   They held each other as their passion abated. Kissed. Their breathing
slowed to normal. They straightened their clothing out... Just a normal
ballerina and his cross dressed boyfriend.

   "I have Another performance next weekend," Manaka said.

   Tanner thought a moment. "I'll need a new dress," he said.

   The End