Private Training Session

	This was it. Today was the day! Drift would finally get his personal training started! The multi-colored frog looked at himself in the mirror. He thought he was rather handsome, the upper half of his face a red-orange and his jaw a yellow. Brown spots decorated his cheeks and the middle of his head. The rest of his body was splattered with the three colors, notably his torso along with his upper thighs and arms. The red was along his back, forearms and lower thighs. He wore his favorite orange tank-top and some simple black sports leggings. The amphibian’s face flushed at feeling the rather snug jockstrap though. It wasn’t like he’d never worn one before! Just not for a one on one training session. This wasn’t like one of those porn videos he’s watched a dozen of.
	No, he needed to stop that! Drift could already feel his the pouch bulging from his tighter underwear. He took a few deep breathes and focused on what workout he was going to get soon. It wasn’t like he needed it, he was rather built, but seeing his neighbor Buzz had sparked a deep desire within himself. The avian was buff, even more so than the frog would have thought possible since he worked out well. Still, the bird, after getting past his rough exterior, had been more than willing to give the amphibian some training,
	Walking around his house, Drift went about collecting a bag for his water bottle, towel and anything else he might need. He paused by his table and thought about bringing his lube with him. His face igniting again, the frog shook his head and clapped his hands to his cheeks. Damn it, this was not a porno setup! Even if his ass looked good framed in between the straps, this was actual physical training! Moving to splash his face, he tried to remove himself from the gutter and proceeded to leave. As the door shut behind him, he breathed in the crisp air around him before turning to walk down the path to Buzz’s place.
	The distraction of the walk and air let the amphibian’s libido die down, the awkward bulge now for sure no longer able to be seen. A sigh came from him as he enjoyed nature. All too soon, Drift came into view of the avian’s abode, feeling himself getting pumped at the prospect of working out. With a much too hard and enthusiastic knock on the bird’s door, the frog hopped lightly from foot to foot. His heart pounded as the door swung open and Buzz was there. What wasn’t there was his shirt. Any blood that wasn’t in his face immediately drained directly to his groin.
	Buzz wasn’t the biggest guy, yet he was still taller than the amphibian. His primary plumage color was a brilliant orange, only offset by his yellow beak and scaled from knee down feet. Usually anyways, as the now shirtless avian’s white feathers stood in stark contrast to his primary color. The thick patch of brown between his pectorals, leading down to his waistband where it spread before being hidden also stood out alongside his pink nipples. The feathers hid it well but the bird was jacked. Drift’s blue eyes tore themselves away from the stud of an eagle’s chest to his hazel eyes. Humor danced in them as he let out a huff.
	“Don’t worry, you’ll be as big as me one day.”
	The frog swallowed nervously, nodding as he followed Buzz into the house.  It was lovely as he was escorted through the living room, a nature feel to it. He didn’t have much time to look as he was ushered into a side room. This was definitely the gym room, having barbell and weights on a side, a treadmill, some other equipment and a small shower stall in the corner. All in all, a good home gym. The avian was all too eager to walk around, spreading his arms wide and smirking.
	“Welcome to my personal workout room. Drop your stuff anywhere and let’s get started.”
	Doing as said, the amphibian grabbed his important things and left his bag by the door. The bird had him start off simply enough, doing some simple stretches. Buzz watched him and nodded appreciatively as Drift went through his normal cycle of arms, legs and back stretches. He mentioned a few things but overall he nodded and they went onto the next step. Weight lifting. As the frog found a comfortable set that did push his limit without going over, the avian took a more hands-on approach now. His fingers almost caressed over his shoulders and biceps, mentioning easy remedies to just going for a less tense way of doing it. And he was right! It felt better. As did when those fingers brushed his own as they spread them to better fit the dumbbell. It wasn’t anything, the amphibian told himself repeatedly, just the bird helping him do better. His face still flushed at the contact.
	Next was lunging squats with a barbell. Simple enough, hold the pole over his back and push one leg forward as he squatted, switching which leg went forward every time. As he went along, holding the pose for a few seconds, Buzz went along his form, fingers pushing at his back, sliding along his arms and grasping at his legs to fix his positioning. Drift put all his effort into focusing on the help and strain over the feeling of those hands on his body. His face was flushed for sure but it was better he not be aroused. Later perhaps, in his house with his videos.
	Next was an intermission from intense weight training. Lighter workout routines now, involving sit-ups and pushups and the like. Though the one that really got to Drift was when he was flat on his back and raising his leg straight up.  Buzz assisted on that, fingers curled around the back of his leg and occasionally shifting to the front to keep it steady. Those fingers working along his lower body sent arousal through the frog, knowing without a doubt that his too-tight pants were bulging obscenely. Whether the avian noticed or not, he kept up with the exercise, doing one than the other leg twice. A couple more hands-on approaches to other attempts left the amphibian wanting to quit and head home to tend to his need. He wasn’t a quitter though!
	“Now for the push!” The bird commented, bringing Drift over to the lift the barbell proper on a bench. Slipping under the bar and gripping it, Buzz added some weight to the bar. Then he stepped right in front of the frog, making him swallow and flush. A video came to mind of being trapped under the bar and his mouth used. No, he needed to focus! The amphibian began his reps, up and down and straining his already tired body. There wasn’t much to say, though after a couple of them, the avian moved back and shuffled about. Then the bird came back over and Drift almost dropped the barbell as it was. A rather pronounced blue jockstrap pouch was directly over his face.
	“Come on, you can do it!” Oh, right, he was working out. The frog did the couple of more reps more slowly, having trouble focusing on anything other than the obscene bulge. Hell, he could even smell Buzz from how close he was. Mouth now dry, the amphibian replaced the bar and his body ached, as did his length in his pants. Slowly getting to his feet, Drift’s mind wondered to getting home quickly, grabbing toys and a video and going to town on himself. Before he could bolt, however, a hand grabbed his arm.
	“So, how did you enjoy the workout? Learn anything new?” The avian had a firm grip on him, so the frog turned towards him.
	“I-it was good, learned some n-new things.” Fuck, he was stuttering. And there was a glint in the bird’s eye. It made him both nervous and aroused. As he moved to get away from Buzz, the avian pulled him closer. The amphibian stumbled and found his face firmly on the bird’s body. Arms wrapped around him loosely as Buzz stood his ground. A solid wall of beefy eagle. Drift swallowed thickly as the beak grazed the side of his head.
	“Maybe you’d like a bit more of a workout?” The low, raspy voice made the frog shudder while a hand moved down as the avian spoke. It grabbed his ass, making him both push into the hand and moan softly. Then the amphibian was pulled forward, making him gasp as his bulge pressed against the bird’s. Tilting his head back, Drift sees the lidded gaze and the beak right in front of him. It didn’t stay as it rushed forward, pressing against his lips and tongue probing against his own. An arm is wrapped around his back as the other’s hand is massaging his rear. The groan came unbidden and it was what Buzz was waiting for as his tongue shoved into frog’s maw. It coiled around his tongue, moving around his teeth and muzzle and the amphibian moaned and sucked on the avian’s appendage. His own hands, left pressed against the solid slab of eagle, began to move and feel and entice. Along the chest and down the sides, moving around to the framed ass of the bird and grasping the feathered cheeks. Buzz moaned into the kiss and sent shivers down Drift’s spine. He couldn’t help bucking, grinding their bulges together. Moans came from them both before they broke apart, saliva connected beak to mouth.
	“I want to fuck you Drift.” It was said low, raspy and with a hunger in those eyes. The frog pulsed painfully in his pants.
	“P-please, Buzz, I need you!” His face burned as he said that, thinking of all those pornos he watched. The amused chuckle made him frown up at the avian. 
	“What?”
	“That was a cheesey porno line if I ever heard.” Mirth was evident in both the avian’s eyes and voice. A smile was on his beak too.
	“Well sorry I don’t get laid often and watch porn!” The amphibian huffed, though he couldn’t say he was turned off. It was kind of funny after all. Though the contemplative look on the bird’s face after made him pause. After a moment, he pulled away from Drift and turned back, walking to a chest. The frog blinked, annoyed a bit at the sudden disengage, but was easily rewarded when Buzz bent over to open the chest. That glorious, framed ass was a view all its own and the amphibian palmed himself hard at the sight. Though what he held caused some confusion. It was…rope?
	Coughing a bit awkwardly, the avian showed him the rope. “The overweight barbell is not that safe, even if a porno gym trope.” A flush crept up on the bird. “So, why not use the equipment with bondage?”
	The amphibian blinked. Buzz shifted nervously before it fully dawned on Drift. Oh. “Fuck me.” Blinking again, his gaze moved up to the broad grin and glint in the avian’s eyes. Oh. He said that out loud didn’t he? Fuck, who cares?! BEST PORNO IDEA YET!
	The frog was all too eager to get to it, sliding easily back into position at the barbell. He did spread his arms further apart though, just so it’d be easier. Then the bird slipped some rope around his hand and the bar and tied it rather tight. Testing it, the amphibian found it wasn’t too tight to be uncomfortable but tight enough he couldn’t really move. Drift bit his lower lip as his other hand was ensnared as well, his arousal pulsing in his pants. The view of that blue pouch straining definitely helped too.
	“Come on, legs up too. Know you can bend that way!” The frog blinked at Buzz’s words before he did as he was asked. His legs went up and were snagged by the avian, who lasso’d his ankle and tied it to the bar. Though this time there was some slack since the amphibian couldn’t bend fully that way, it was enough to keep it in place. The action was repeated on the other side. Confusion ran through his lust-hazed mind.
	“So, uh, why bind my legs?”
	“You’ll find out.” The bird gave a mischievous smirk. Before Drift could question it further, his view was obstructed by a jockstrap. His eyes crossed as he gazed at it, the strain so great that he could see Buzz’s balls. Then the avian placed it on the frog’s face. Being forced to breath in the bird’s scent made him moan and his cock twitch in its confines. It was an intoxicating masculine smell. Tilting his head back, the amphibian mouthed at the bulge, his tongue flickering out and running along it. A low hum came from above him before Drift could breath clean air again. A bit of shuffling again and then the frog’s mind went blank. Oh. Oh god. Buzz’s meaty shaft came into view, pulsing. Those large, heavy orbs with a trail of brown between them. The amphibian swallowed thickly, both nervous and enthralled.
	“Time for some lube.” A finger, or more accurately a thumb, was shoved into Drift’s mouth. He didn’t even hesitate as he sucked on it, tongue lightly flicking on it. Not the hottest thing in the world but hey, he was horny! It was pulled out and that massive cock was angled down to press against his lips. A shudder ran through the frog, his own dick pulsing in need as he moaned. The pressure against his lips left the amphibian with the choice of either trying to keep it out or let it in. As tempting as it was to go with the “forced straight guy” scenario, Drift was far too needy and let his mouth open wide to accept the length. God, it was huge. It felt like he was forced to stretch wide just to accommodate the dick. His tongue easily began to swirl around the head, eliciting a moan from above and a drop of pre was his reward. Licking it up, the salty taste made him shiver and moan wantonly. The frog didn’t have much time to enjoy it as the avian pushed more, sliding deeper into his maw and throat. Eyes fluttering, the amphibian took more and more as inches went in until he gagged. Eyes watering a bit, he was relieved when the bird didn’t push forward more and even went back out a bit. Swallowing around the cock, he got a moan from above him. 
	“Good little froggy.” Was this part of the “cheesy porno” act or how Buzz actually was when he fucked? It didn’t matter as much to the frog as that shaft pulled back out to the head and slid right back in, nearly to the point of gagging again. There was no real adjustment after the initial probing, the avian just thrusting at a moderate pace. It didn’t bother the amphibian at all, he rather enjoyed it! He had kept up his practice on his oral skills on toys a little bit but nothing could ever beat the real thing. His toes curled and his hands tried to get out of the binding so he could grab that muscled ass and help the bird along, only able to open and close his fingers around the bar. Drift could moan though, which he did enthusiastically, much to his own pleasure of hearing Buzz grunt and moan himself. 
	The frog felt the bar vibrate and the avian lower himself and begin to truly rut his mouth. Going harder and faster, the amphibian’s jaw ached already from the brutal thrusting. Sometimes the bird would go a little too deep and make Drift gag, which was both unpleasant and rather arousing. Pre leaked into his mouth constantly, making it easy for Buzz. Through his lidded, watery eyes the frog watched those orbs swing, so tantalizingly close. Fuck, FUCK, he would need to practice, he wanted them to hit his face so badly! He wanted to touch himself too, hump, something, anything! The pressure of his pants and jockstrap were unbearable!
	Alas, all the best things have to end. With a loud cry, the avian shoved in a final time, still not sliding past the amphibian’s reflexive point and burst. Ropes of hot liquid splashed down Drift’s throat, his eyes closing while he kept up with the onslaught. Then the bird pulled back midway, letting the seed pool in the frog’s mouth. Now forced to taste and swallow the thick cum as it poured out of the dick, the amphibian couldn’t help the moan. Damn, the earthen, salty taste was incredible! Slowly the cock stopped pulsing madly and the last spurts were finished. As Buzz pulled himself from Drift’s mouth, some seed leaked out. Swallowing what he could, the frog opened his mouth to breathe properly. The smell of sex and cum was thick and he was living for it!
	“Buzz, please-“
	“Shhhh, I’m not done with you yet.”
	And wasn’t that just a huge, tantalizing thing. It was true too! The avian was still hard! The amphibian watched as the bird circled around, hand trailing on his calf and making Drift groan. He tried to jerk lightly into the touch only to be held by the ropes. Now at the frog’s raised rear end, he wasn’t sure what the bird was going to do until a loud ripping noise echoed around him. Blinking, the amphibian’s mind sluggishly tried to piece what it was together. It was hard when warm, feathered hands were grabbing his bare ass. Wait. Fuck! Drift was harder than he’d ever been, realizing Buzz had torn his pants apart and was now viewing his cheeks with vigor.
	“Love the jockstrap Drift. Good for working out and getting fucked.” The frog watched the avian lower himself from sight between his legs. Another moment of confusion before he arched the best he could. Something warm and wet had just ran over his tailhole and a shudder ran through him at the second. The third had him moaning, aching to push back into that bird’s tongue. It circled his entrance a few times, getting more groans from the amphibian before it pushed against the ring. Trying to squirm in need, Drift couldn’t hold Buzz off and the appendage sank into his passage. He arched, breath rushing out in a gasp as that tongue wiggled around inside him, lightly pumping in and out. The frog whimpered at just how much he his shaft ached. He could believe there being a dark spot on his pants from just how aroused he was!
	Then that appendage was removed and the avian stood back up. As a hard mass pressed between his cheeks, sliding up and down and drifting over his entrance, there was no doubt in the amphibian’s mind as to what it was. It stopped, kissing his hole as the bird looked at Drift hungrily. Swallowing thickly and still tasting hints of seed, the frog nodded. Buzz pushed forward, the amphibian gripping the bar. Then he relaxed for a moment and a few inches speared into the amphibian. Drift yelped, clenching around the massive length as he took deep breathes. Fuck it was so much bigger in his ass! Then it was rocking, back and forth, ever so slightly and teasing him to no end. The frog panted, gripping the bar tighter as that shaft pushed in deeper. Stopping every so often to let the amphibian adjust, the avian’s balls finally pressed against his bare ass. Drift couldn’t help the deep moan he gave as he tightened around the cock in his ass. The groan he got was like music to his ears.
	The bird didn’t wait at all, pulling his dick back half way and shoving it right back in. Even with the light lubing it had from previous orgasm, it was a rough sawing on the frog’s hole. The finger and toe curling girth slowly loosened his insides, though, making it ever easier. The grunts and growls of Buzz was interspaced with the amphibian’s own moans and gasps of pleasure. Soon, hands grabbed at his hips and the avian pulled back to his head only to ram back in. Drift saw stars, arching his back as his own cock splattered his jockstrap with pre. He whimpered by how hard he was, the friction of the clothing torture for him. Only made worse by the now long and hard thrusts the bird was using.
	“Buzz, please!” Between snatched breathes, the frog plead.
	“Soon froggy.” The gasping reply was. Leaning over the tied up amphibian, Buzz went at a rougher, faster pace from before. One hand slid up along Drift’s chest, making him shiver and moan. The other, though, snuck into his ruined pants. Going over the fabric, the avian palmed the large pouch of the frog, making him tense and arch more. The thumb caressed the tip, where the amphibian was dead sure it was a dark spot of pre. Those fingers ghosted along the pouch, making his length pulsed madly in need. They cupped his balls before slipping underneath it all, hand encircling the rod of flesh. It made Drift cry out, spasms wracking his body as he was fucked and tugged. Sure, many did this but it felt surreal to the frog. This had to be one of the best pornos around and he was living it!
	In the end, the amphibian couldn’t handle it. With another cry, Drift orgasmed, spasming around the shaft buried in his ass. Rope after rope of cum filled his jockstrap, splashing against his pants and some even leaking through to the other side as he rode the high. Left gasping for air, the frog took the moment to enjoy the afterglow before the cock in his rear began to move much faster and harder now. Gasping, the sensitive amphibian was being brutally rutted by Buzz, who had gripped his hips and was ramming himself in and out. The edges of Drift’s vision darkened from the intensity. Before too long, there was another cry, this time an avians as he was hilted once more on the bird’s dick. Then the  feeling of hot seed splattering his insides could be felt and the frog shuddered. Fucking hell it felt amazing! He clenched about the length, milking it for what it was worth before Buzz leaned over him tiredly.
	The two stayed like that, breathing heavily and just taking in what had happened. Before too long, the avian pushed himself back up. He grinned down at the amphibian. “So, like this version of training?”
	Drift rolled his eyes. “Of course!”
	With a moan from the frog, Buzz pulled himself out. Seed began to leak from the amphibian’s abused hole when he did but the avian seemed to stare at his ass. A deeper flush came to Drift as he realized the bird was admiring his cum filled tailhole.
	“Damn that’s hot.” 
	“Would you stop staring at my ass and untie me now?”
	Buzz blinked. “Your training’s not done though.”
	The frog froze in his bindings. “What?”
	A predatory smile stole across that beak, making the amphibian shudder. “I invited a few others over for a training session.”
	Drift blinked as his hazy mind registered that fact. A whole lot of guys were coming over. And seeing him like this. Eyes going wide, he tried to thrash a little, only managing to hurt his wrists and ankles. 
	“Relax Drift, they just wanted some training like you did. Of course, you’ll get more yourself now.” The avian ran his fingers along the creamy amphibian ass. “Besides, this is just like some of your pornos right?”
	Fuck, this bird knew how to hit all of his buttons. Swallowing once again, Drift nodded. Buzz clapped his hands together before he meandered over to his chest once again. He pulled out something and came back over. The frog’s eyes were wide as he saw the blindfold.
	“And what better porno is there than the anonymous sex ones?” The avian asked. Even if he didn’t want this or said no, the amphibian had no control over the blindfold going on and blacking out the world. Still, he felt arousal surge through him and go directly to his dick. Then the doorbell rang. The bird chuckled and turned to go get that while Drift laid his head back. It was going to be a long day of training and he could not be any happier about it!