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KHALIL💕
He stepped back and eyed me again. "Do a spin for me," he commanded, smile on his face.
"Huh?"
"Do a spin," He repeated.
"Let's see what we should start on," he said all business like. I flinched.
Just when I had begun to be able to act normal, he was doing this! I froze."Uh... I don't know what..." I stammered, while doing a awkward 360.
"I wanna line you out with a basic program. I mean, like, I can help you with getting in shape,it could be like a trade for you tutoring me." He smiled enthusiastically. Showing off all his teeth
"Aw, you don't hafta... I couldn't do that," I said sheepishly.I unknowingly looked back down at his chest. He saw where I was looking and flexed his pec's and bicep's in a shameless display that made the blood in my body immediately go down south.
"Yes you can! And I want to!" Then he added coyly, "I know you want to have this," as he flexed and slowly stretched his whole body into poses, more sensually than athletically. My eyes shot up to his, trying to think about just what he meant by that last statement and action.
He was teasing me! He had a mischievous look in his eyes; but I was way too inexperienced to figure out what kind of tease it was. "So take ya shirt off-- hell, change into something you can work out in, and we can get started right now!"
"I... I don't have..." My mind was reeling.
"Oh, duh! You need some shorts to change into." He laughed and went over to the drawers, digging through a lower one than before. He pulled out a pair of short dark blue gym shorts, with a slit up both sides to the waistband.
"Here, these are my sisters' old pair. I think you'll look good in them." He fished out a small light blue tee shirt and tossed them both to me. I caught the shirt, but dropped the shorts, and bent down to pick them up.
Then I stood there, wondering how I could get out of this, while my fantasy wondered how fast I could get into this. I knew, sure as shit, that I would get a hard on if I took off my pants. Cole turned and pulled on his shorts, then positioned himself on the leg press bench, reaching up to adjust the weight setting.
I decided 'What the hell? I might as well give this a try!' It was so awesome that he was willing to work with me like this in the first place; and it would mean more time with him, in a more intimate setting than tutoring!
So I went ahead and changed clothes, and didn't even get a hard on. I glanced in the mirror and saw him watching me at one point. The shorts were super tight .
i looked even more chunky and fat which made me feel even more uncomfortable. Even though I didn't like the way they fit me I quickly slipped on the shirt and turned around to find Cole already starring at me.
"Here, try this setting," he got up and motioned for me to sit. "Now, here's how it works." He explained to me how the machine worked, and then he explained the difference between strength training and pumping iron.
He said that I needed to pump iron, which was using less than maximum weight, pumped more vigorously to bulk the muscles up faster; while strength training, what he was doing, was using the maximum weight he could handle, pumped slower to build real strength.
I mounted the bench and started pushing. It was easy; which he of course noticed and quickly added more weight. He told me to do thirty repetitions and move to the next station.
He did curls while I did my leg presses.I stared at his huge arms, straining and spasming as he slowly moved them up and down. And the beauty of it was that it was ok to stare, now that I was learning and doing this too.
We worked our way around the machine in about a half hour and took a break.
We went back down the hall and over to the large kitchen where we sat and drank some Gatorade. It was Gatorade that had extra nutrients to help build muscle. Needless to say It tasted gross, but he told me that my body needed it when working out.
We took some back to the weight room and he sat at the bench press."I'll go first, and you can spot me. Like, when I have the bar up by the rest, you should always be ready to pull it onto the rest, if I can't do another rep, see?"
"Yeah, I understand."
"So you stand there, behind it. Here goes." He grunted and tensed his body, as he pulled the barbell off the rest, holding his breath until it was lowered to his chest.
Each time he raised it up til his arms were straight, I let my hands hover at it, ready to pull it onto the rest. In between, I took in his beautiful body, muscles all tense and straining, sweat soaking his shirt to his chest and abs.
His hairy armpits turned me on, as I looked down at them. I had never thought of armpits as a turn on before, but his were. The silky shorts were plastered to the huge mound, making my mouth go dry.
When I thought to look, I noticed that he was pressing #250! Wow! I realized that if he were to actually need me to, I probably wouldn't be much help with the bar. He did twenty reps and stopped, breathing hard. He sat up and gulped a bunch of Gatorade, then stood and took off all the weights and put some back on.
He had forty pounds on for me to start with."Ok, your turn. Did you see how I did it? Exhaling as I come down, straightening my arms all the way up, without letting my elbows lock unless I'm ready to let it rest?"
"Yeah, I got it." I said eagerly.
"Oh, and don't look at the bar, look at me while you do it."
"Ok."'It would be hard not to,' I thought to myself.
I laid on the bench and took the bar in my hands, Cole adjusting my grip for each hand. As I started to pull the bar off the rest, I looked up at him, like he'd said to do. I gasped aloud as I looked right up his shorts and saw that his right nut had escaped his underwear and was held tight to the side of the underwear hole, all the wrinkles stretched out.
"What?" He asked, thinking something was wrong.I let the bar go to the rest and started laughing. "What?" He asked with a smile spreading across his face.
I debated whether to tell him or not; but knew I had to tell him something, so I tried to speak."Your... left... no, your right...nut..." I managed between laughs as I pointed up to his shorts.
I don't know why it struck me so funny, but I couldn't control my laughter. He smiled a little and started laughing too, as he pulled up the flap of his shorts and saw the errant testicle. He stuffed it back in, and our laughter subsided.
"Ok. No more distractions. I'm ready." I stated resolutely.
We both still had smiles on our faces, and both burst out laughing as soon as I tried to take the bar off again. "Are they still in there?" He asked. I tilted my head from side to side, looking up his shorts on purpose and reported to him."Yep, all secure."
We both giggled some more, then I started to press the weights. I did fifteen reps, and was wearing down, and he started encouraging me.
"Come on, Khalil, one more, come on!" He kept his hands with the bar all the way up and down."That's it! Yeah! One more, come on, you can do it!" He seemed to really enjoy this part, and to please him, I managed to struggle out the twentieth one.
I let him take the bar out of my hands and my arms fell, dangling and tingling as I gasped for breath."Atta boy, Khalil! You did good!" He smiled and I grunted. He handed me the Gatorade, which still tasted awful, and did not seem to satisfy my thirst at all, but I gulped it down.
"Alright. Last thing. Situps."He went over to a white gymnastic mat in the corner and laid out on it. I followed and got down on my knees at his feet, grasping just above the ankles, on his shins. I gave him a nod that said 'I'm ready'.
He slid his left hand into his pants, and adjusted his package."Don't want anything falling out again." He chuckled.
'Let me do that for you!' I wanted to say.
Instead, I just laughed. He started doing his sit ups as I marveled at his gorgeous body, flexing and unflexing, every movement felt by my hands, his toes occasionally brushing my shorts. This, of course, got me aroused, and I had to get up on my knees more doggie style, to move away from the stimulation. I couldn't believe how stimulating it was just holding his ankles in my hands, the wiry hairs between my fingers.
EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM was sexy, stimulating! His Raulph Lauren undies made a huge mound in his shorts, which were damp and stretched over the mound in a way that highlighted the outline of his wide, thick manhood, arching down a ways, til I could plainly see the outline of the corona.
My mouth went dry. 'Goddamn, it's so fucking big! I can't believe it's so fucking big, and still soft! Was it this big looking awhile ago? Yeah, I guess it was, But I just never got this good an angle to view it til now. Wow. I wonder how big it gets when it's hard?' I focused on the feel of the girth of his shins in my hands. 'Wow. God I wish I could find out- with my mouth!'
"Thirty-seven, thirty-eight..." He counted out loud. I made myself think of something else, or else my erection might burst through my briefs and shorts. "Forty-nine, fifty." He let his body relax, and I just held his ankles.
"Wow, you're amazing!" I said. And immediately regretted it
"Whataya mean?" He raised his head to meet my gaze.
"Well... you just are!" I blushed at my stupidity, and looked around, searching for words. "I mean, you're so big, and so damn strong and all..." I trailed off.
He considered my statements a moment, and replied. "Thanks. As you can see, I work hard at it." He paused. "It's great when someone... When I know someone appreciates my... The work I put into it."He felt awkward, and so did I. There was a awkward pause between us.
Finally, I stood up. Fortunately, that little exchange had allowed my arousal to subside enough that I could stand up without embarrassing myself further. "Uhm, would it be alright with you if I skipped the sit ups this time? I'm not used t' this, and I'm just worn out." I pleaded.
He laughed and jumped up, grabbing me around the waist and behind my neck, catching me off guard, wrestling me around as I let out a girlish yelp, then laughed with him. I struggled more to keep him doing it than to get out of it. His powerful arms drew me into him, and he gave me noogies! Yes, noogies! I hadn't had noogies since fourth grade, with Benny Simon!
I pushed back into Cole, pulling hard all the while laughing and squealing with delight. "I'm gonna kick your ass!" and "Just wait til I get you where I want you!" Which made him laugh and do it harder.I just luxuriated in the feel of his body against my back and butt, his sweaty arm around my neck, his delectible odor assaulting my nostrils.
The body heat and sweat seemed to intensify all my sensations.
I could feel his firm pecs and rippling abs like they were imprinting my back, and his hot, thick meat in its pouch, pushed roughly into my ass. I didn't know-- 'cause I had never felt it against me before-- but it sure felt like it was firmer, or fuller than an entirely soft dick should be... but then, it was so big, I guess it would feel fairly firm in a pouch like that, even soft.
And his balls, as I had seen, were so big, they must have made it poke out even more. My own packed was at semi, but still contained. Eventually-- way too soon-- he let me go. "That's what happens when you don't finish your program!" He laughed.
I rubbed my tender scalp and said,"Well, just wait til I get bulked up! I'm gonna kick your ass and give you noogies!" We laughed and he motioned to the bathroom.
"Sure, you bet," he snickered. As we turned to go, I snapped around in a macho 'I'm gonna kick your ass' arms out, menacing look; which made him laugh even harder. I couldn't keep from busting up laughing too. Then I realized he was directing us to the bathroom.
TOGETHER.
AT THE SAME TIME.
BOTH OF US.
AT THE SAME TIME.
OHH SHIT.
"Oh man, the shower is gonna feel sooo good!" He said from behind me, as I stumbled numbly into the bathroom.