Episode 14: Gym Sessions with the Chef | Private Chef’s Hungry Client (Patreon)

Two days after Julien left my house that morning, my phone lit up with a message from him. It was simple and direct.

“Come to my gym tomorrow. I will put you through a proper session.”

I read it twice before replying. My stomach tightened with a mix of nerves and excitement. I had been working out at home with a personal trainer for the past few months, but this would be the first time I was going anywhere publicly with Julien. The idea of stepping into his world, even just for a workout, felt charged in a way I could not fully explain. I typed back quickly.

“What time?”

He answered almost immediately.

“Nine. Wear something you can move in.”

I spent the next day thinking about it more than I wanted to admit. By the time I parked outside the gym the following night, my palms were slightly damp. The building was large and industrial, with high ceilings and the constant sound of weights clanging in the background. I walked in wearing a simple black t-shirt and shorts, feeling out of place almost immediately.

Julien was already there.

He stood near the free weights area, talking to two other men. He wore a blue tank top that clung to his chest and shoulders, and dark shorts that showed off the thickness of his thighs. Even from across the room, I could see how people reacted to him. A few guys nodded as they passed. One of them bumped fists with him in a quick, respectful greeting. Julien’s presence here felt different from how he was in my kitchen. Here he looked completely in his element, broad and solid, with an easy authority that made people acknowledge him without him having to say much.

When he spotted me walking over, he finished his conversation and turned toward me. A small smile touched his mouth.

“Chef,” I said when I reached him.

Julien let out a quiet laugh, the sound low and warm. “I am just Julien here.”

I smiled back, feeling some of the tension ease from my shoulders. He looked me over once, taking in my clothes and the way I stood.

“Let’s see how your bench looks tonight,” he said. “I want to see how you move first.”

We walked over to an empty bench press station. Julien loaded the bar with a moderate amount of weight and gestured for me to lie down. I got into position on the bench, feet planted, and looked up. Julien stepped in behind my head to spot me. From this angle, my face was directly between his thick thighs. The dark fabric of his shorts stretched across the powerful muscles of his legs, and I could see the clear outline of his cock resting against his thigh. The position was intimate in a way that made my stomach tighten. It reminded me of the weekend before, when his cock had been buried deep inside me while he held me open.

His hands hovered just above the bar as I lifted it off the rack.

“Control it on the way down,” he said, voice calm. “I want to see the full range. Don’t rush it.”

I did the first few reps, feeling the burn build in my chest and shoulders. Julien stayed close, his body leaning slightly over mine as he watched my form. Every time the bar came down, I had a clear view of the thick lines of his arms and the way his tank top stretched tight across his chest. Sweat was already starting to form along his collarbone and the center of his chest. The scent of his skin, clean and warm with the faint trace of sweat, reached me every time he leaned in to check my shoulders.

“Better,” he said after my third set. “You are stronger than you look. But your shoulders are rolling forward. Keep them pinned back.”

He reached down and adjusted my grip on the bar, his fingers warm and firm against mine. The contact sent a small spark down my spine. I tried to focus on the lift, but every time he leaned in to correct me, I could smell the clean scent of his skin mixed with the faint trace of sweat. My eyes kept drifting upward between his legs, to the heavy outline resting so close to my face. It was impossible not to remember how that same cock had felt stretching my throat and then my hole just days earlier.

Julien noticed where my attention was drifting. He did not call me out on it directly, but his voice dropped a little lower when he spoke again.

“Eyes on the bar,” he said, though there was a trace of amusement in his tone. “You can look at the rest of me after we finish.”

I forced my focus back to the lift, but the image stayed with me. The weight felt heavier than it should have, and my breathing was slightly uneven. Julien stayed in position behind me for the rest of the set, his presence steady and commanding. Every time the bar came down, I was reminded of exactly where I was and who was standing over me.

When I racked the bar after the final rep, Julien stepped back slightly and looked down at me. His tank top was damp in places now, clinging to the shape of his chest. He offered me a small, knowing smile.

“You are distracted tonight,” he said quietly. “We will work on that.”

We moved away from the bench and over to the dumbbell rack. Julien picked out a pair of weights and handed them to me.

“Shoulder press,” he said. “Stand in front of the mirror. I want to see your form from the side and the front.”

I stepped in front of the large mirror and lifted the dumbbells to shoulder height. Julien moved behind me, close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his body. He placed his hands on my elbows, his fingers wrapping firmly around them.

“Press straight up,” he instructed, his voice low near my ear. “Do not flare your elbows out.”

I pushed the weights overhead. As I lowered them again, Julien’s hands guided the movement, keeping my elbows in the right position. His chest brushed against my back with every rep. I could smell him clearly now, the clean, warm scent of his skin mixed with the faint trace of sweat from the workout. It was the same scent that had been on my sheets the morning after he stayed over.

In the mirror, our eyes met. Julien held my gaze as I pressed the weights up again.

“Keep your core tight,” he said, still looking at me through the reflection. “And stop thinking about my cock while you are lifting. You are shaking.”

I let out a short breath, half a laugh and half something else. My arms were already burning, but the closeness of his body behind me made it difficult to focus on anything else.

We finished the set and moved on to tricep extensions. Julien had me stand with one foot forward, leaning slightly, and extend the dumbbell behind me. He stayed close again, one hand resting on my lower back to keep my posture straight while the other occasionally adjusted my elbow.

“Full extension,” he murmured. “Squeeze at the top. I want to see the muscle working.”

By the time we finished the last set, my shirt was damp with sweat and my arms were shaking slightly. Julien looked barely winded. He wiped his face with a towel and nodded toward the locker room.

“Come on,” he said. “We are heading to the showers.”I followed him into the locker room. It was mostly empty at this hour. We found an open shower stall with a wide glass door and stepped inside. Julien stripped out of his clothes and turned on the water. His chest and shoulders glistened under the spray as he stepped under it. I stripped out of my own clothes and joined him, the water hitting my overheated skin.

For a minute we just stood there, letting the water run over our naked bodies. Julien reached for the soap and started washing his chest and arms with slow, efficient movements. I watched the way the water ran down the deep lines of his abs and disappeared towards his cock. He caught me looking and gave a small smirk.

“You’ve been staring all night,” he said, voice low enough that it would not carry beyond the stall. “Even when you were supposed to be focused on the bar.”

I wiped water from my face and smiled. “Hard not to when the view keeps getting better.”

Julien stepped closer under the spray. His hand came up and rested on my hip, fingers pressing lightly into the wet skin. His body was warm and solid behind me.

“You did well tonight,” he said. “But I could feel how distracted you were every time I touched you.”

His other hand slid down my side, slow and deliberate. The water made everything slick. I could feel the heat of his body even with the spray between us. Then he pressed forward, and I felt the thick, heavy weight of his cock resting against the curve of my ass.

“I’ve been thinking about last weekend,” I admitted. “About how you had me on the bed.”

Julien’s eyes darkened slightly. He turned me around so my back was against his chest, one arm wrapping around my waist while the other reached for more soap. He started washing my chest and stomach with long strokes, his palm gliding over my skin. His cock stayed pressed firmly against my ass, thick and rock hard.

“I’ve been thinking about it too,” he murmured against the back of my neck. “About how tight you were. About how you sounded when I finally got all the way inside you.”

His hand moved lower. He wrapped his fingers around my cock and stroked it slowly under the water. At the same time, he rolled his hips forward, grinding his own hard cock against my ass in a slow, deliberate motion.

“Makes me think I should fuck you right here,” he said, voice low and rough.

I let out a short laugh, though my cock twitched hard in his hand. “Julien… someone might walk in.”

He kept stroking me, his grip firm and steady. “Let them.”

I turned around to face him. The water streamed down between us as he leaned in and kissed me. It was deep and hungry. His tongue slid against mine while our cocks pressed together, hot and hard, trapped between our bodies. I reached down and wrapped my hand around both of us, stroking slowly as we kissed under the spray. Julien’s hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer.

We stayed like that for a while, kissing and grinding against each other, the sound of the water mixing with our breathing. His cock felt thick and heavy against mine, and every slow roll of his hips made my head spin.

Then I heard footsteps.

A guy walked into the shower area. He was tall, probably in his late thirties, with short brown hair. I recognized him vaguely from earlier when he had nodded at Julien near the weights. His name was Todd.

Todd stopped when he saw us. His eyes flicked from me to Julien, then back again. For a second, nobody moved.

I immediately pulled back, my face burning. I stepped out of the spray and grabbed a towel from the bench outside the stall, wrapping it quickly around my waist. My heart was pounding.

Julien, on the other hand, did not flinch. He stayed exactly where he was, completely naked under the water, his cock still hard and hanging heavy between his legs. He casually reached up and ran a hand through his wet hair like nothing unusual was happening.

Todd let out a short laugh and shook his head. “Shit. Sorry, man. I’ll give you two some space.”

Julien turned his head slightly, still standing fully naked in the open shower. His cock swung with the movement as he looked at Todd.

“It’s okay, Todd,” he said, voice calm and relaxed. “We are done here anyway.”

Todd nodded, still grinning. “Yeah, alright. I will just hop in then.”

He walked past us toward another stall. Julien finally stepped out of the water and grabbed a towel from the bench. He started drying himself off without any rush, completely unbothered. I stood there with my towel wrapped around my waist, still flushed and trying to calm my breathing.

Once Todd was in his own shower and the water turned on, Julien looked over at me. He was still naked, towel in hand, drying his chest and arms.

“It’s okay, it’s just Todd,” he said quietly.

I nodded, though my face was still hot. “Yeah. Just… did not expect that.”

Julien gave a small shrug, clearly unbothered. “He doesn’t mind.”

He finished drying off and pulled his clothes back on. I did the same, still feeling the adrenaline from almost getting caught. Once we were both dressed, we walked out of the locker room together.

The night air outside felt cool against my skin. We stopped near my car. Julien looked at me, his expression calm but with that familiar heat underneath it.

I hesitated for only a second before speaking.

“I have a cabin just outside the city,” I said. “Nothing fancy, but it’s quiet. I was thinking… maybe we could spend some time together this weekend?”

Julien studied me for a moment. Then a low chuckle left him, and he tilted his head slightly, eyes glinting with amusement.

“You can’t wait to get fucked again, can you, Mr. Whitaker?”

I felt my face warm. I let out a small, slightly embarrassed laugh and rubbed the back of my neck.

“To be fair,” I said, “you’ve got me addicted to your sensual dining experiences.”

Julien’s smile deepened, but he didn’t interrupt.

“So I thought maybe we could continue that trend at my cabin,” I continued. “No distractions. Just… us.”

He stepped closer and reached down, his fingers gently but firmly holding my jaw the same way he had that morning in my kitchen. He leaned in and kissed me, slow and deep, right there in the parking lot. When he pulled back, his thumb brushed across my lower lip.

“Okay,” he said quietly. “I’ll join you.”

I smiled, feeling some of the tension ease from my chest. “Sounds good. I’ll pick you up from your place Saturday morning.”

Julien nodded once. “Goodnight, Connor.”

“Goodnight, chef.”

He gave me one last small smile before turning and walking toward his car. I stood there for a moment longer, watching him go, my lips still tingling from the kiss. Then I got into my own car and closed the door.

As I sat there with the engine off, I could already feel the anticipation building. A whole weekend away with him. No interruptions. No gym acquaintances walking in. Just the two of us, and whatever Julien decided to do with me once we were alone.

I started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, already counting down the days until Saturday.──୨ৎ──

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