Lifting with Trent

When you arrived at the weight room, Trent was ready to start his workout routine. It was an upper-body day. He went immediately to the bench press station and started racking his weights.

"Need me to spot?"

You always asked, but the answer was always the same.

"Ummm. Would you? Please?"

What the?

Every time you have offered to spot him, Trent has told you to "fuck off!" But today he says, "Please"?

You moved over to the bench press station and stood behind Trent. He got into position and started his first set. It was amazing watching him workout. When he finished, Trent sat up and turned to you.

"Thanks. I just have two more 10 reps at this weight. Unless you want to get in?"

"No. I do not bench this weight. You finish your reps, then you can spot me. Why don't you take off your shirt?"

Trent reached down, and started to remove his top. Then he reconsidered.

"Why?"

Angerly you shot back,

"Come on, don't be a pussy! You wanted me to spot you. With your baggy shirt on, I can't observe your form and your breathing. Lose the shirt."

Trent paused, shrugged, and tossed you his shirt. He got back under the bar to start his next set. You stood so close that your junk was almost resting on Trent's face.

"Wanna back up a little?"

"I need to be close enough to give you good feedback. Quit your bitching and start lifting. Ready? On my count. Up."

You took over Trent's workout. He lifted, held, and rested to your count. The more direction you gave him, the happier he seemed to be. Near the end of his set, Trent was barely able to continue, you pushed him for one more rep. His arms shook as he tried to push the bar up. When it looked like he was about to fail, you reached out and helped. He completed the rep and sat up, exhausted.

"Thanks, man."

You massaged his shoulders briefly, tousled his hair, and told him to rack the bar with the weights you needed for your set. When the equipment was ready, you got ready to start your bench press. Trent stood behind the bar, ready to spot you.

"Bro? We have been through this. You need to stand closer so you can observe my form."

Trent apologized and stepped close to the bar. His semi-hard cock was visible through his shorts. You reached up and grabbed his cock.

Trent jumped back. His face was red, and he clenched his fists.

"Dude?! What the Fuck?"

He sounded pissed. You started laughing.

"Bro, you should see your face! I was just messing with you. Relax Dude. You are always so serious. I thought you could stand to blow off a little steam. Don't be so dramatic. Sorry, I didn't know it would bother you so much."

Trent shoulders slumped, he took a deep breath, and half-smiled.

"I guess it was kinda funny. Sorry, bro."

For the next hour, you coach Trent through an intense upper body routine. He was physically depleted at the end of each exercise, but the more you took charge, the more eager he became. Also, the firmer his erection became. Between sets, your "jokes" at Trent's expense continued. You goosed his ass, tweaked his nipples, gave him a wet willy, and pulled down his shorts. These pranks also aroused Trent. By the end of the session, Trent's rock hard cock was visible to anyone who saw him.

"Great job today, bro. I always get horned up from a good workout too."

You gesture toward his hardon, embarrassed Trent covered it with his hands. You pulled his hands away.

"Don't be such a girl. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You have an awesome body. Show it off. Come on, let me see those guns."

Trent laughed uncomfortably. You smacked his chest with the back of your hand. Trent looked at you and struck a bodybuilding pose. You ran your hands over his torso. You squeezed his left bicep with both hands until he cried out.

"Good boy. Looking real good. Now back to the locker room and hit the showers."

When you smacked his ass as he walked past you, you heard him moan.