Push-ups

Your first station is the push-ups station, and you feel semi-confident that you can easily out match these girls in push-ups. You, Samantha, and the rest of your group get situated in your square. Either intentionally or not, you stand next to Samantha, something she isn’t very thrilled about.

“Alright, get on the ground! I wanna see you all doing 100 at least! Especially a certain someone in the group.” Coach Diana says, hyping up the other students as she winks at you.

“100!! Geez, this class seems brutal…” You thought to yourself.

You all get into position, but of course, you seem to struggle. As evident from your stretches earlier, your cock makes it difficult to lie close to the ground. You take your hand and grab the base of your cock, trying to move it where you can freely do push-ups.

“Can’t believe I’m actually doing this. Especially with what I’ve just been through,” You think to yourself. Having your cock pointed forward has it rubbing against the floor a lot, and it’s somewhat painful to do.

Pointing it behind you still drags against the floor, making you feel aroused, but what hasn’t done that today? At least it isn’t painful.

“Ready, set…” Coach Diana says before blowing her whistle, telling everyone to start their exercise.

Just as you expect, doing a single rep has your cock getting dragged across your little section of the gym floor. The sensation is very similar to when you did the cobra pose. This time it’s less painful, but you can feel your balls sag down and dangle.

You move up and down, up and down, each rep has you smear a bit of pre-cum on the floor in a distinct line. The feeling of your head gliding down the gym floor as you do a push-up sends shivers down your spine, along with a unique sense of pleasure.

You look over to the side and see Samantha doing her push-ups to distract you from cumming your brains out. She does them with ease, moving up and down with little change in speed. You never thought of her being the athletic type, but based on how hard she gripped your cock and how easily she lifted that girl, it makes sense.

But that isn’t the reason why you are looking. Her ample breasts move up and down with her body, making a satisfying motion of jiggles and bounces. Every time she moves down, her tits touch and squeeze against the ground. Outside of Rachel, you’ve never seen boobs move like this before. And when she moves upwards, her breasts dangle for a split second, moving like blobs in a volcano lamp.

“Come on Stallion! Enough staring and more moving!” Coach Diana says, catching you and further embarrassing you. Turns out you were so entranced by Samantha’s boobs, that you completely stopped doing push-ups.

You panic before going back and doing push-ups, increasing your speed to compensate. You can feel Samantha’s judging eyes as she gives you the stare of **** once more.

You are going so fast right now, that you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge once more. “Can I finally…” You think to yourself. It isn’t the most ideal way to cum, but for you, you’ll take anything for sweet release.

Your arms begin to shake and burn as you hit your 80th push up. You’re honestly surprised you’ve made it this far without collapsing or cumming, but either way it feels like you’ll explode one way or another. Everyone else around seems fine, in fact Sam has outpaced you by at least 40 push-ups, and she looks just as fine as she began. Either these women are some kind of super soldiers, or you’re way out of shape.

You’re once again basically humping the floor, desperately thrusting in order to make yourself bust.

But once again, some ungodly being decides that you can’t cum just yet.

“Alright! Time's up, moving to the next station!” Coach Diana says. She **** you up from off the ground using one hand, leaving you standing with an erection that is just about to blow. You want to desperately just run into a dark corner and finish, cum all over the wall, but there’s no way you can do that, not with so many eyes on you.

And so, you are once again left on the edge of climax, moving onto the next part of your ****.