Pushups and pullups

Tony had been honest. We did start with stretches, warming up our muscles. He'd perform the stretch, tell me to watch as he moved his body and to do what he did. He was twisting, turning, bending, torquing, flexing and jumping. And all the while, as I watched my new unofficial trainer, my eyes and lips betray my thoughts. I keep telling myself not to think about his bulge, not to think about what it could do to me, not to put him on this pedestal...

When we're both sweating and I'm gasping for air to keep up with him, he steps behind me and I feel a firm hand grip the fat above my right hip. I'm not startled or embarrassed. Rather, I feel welcomed and my breathing slows. This feels like I belong and am appreciated. "Alright, Sammie. You need a little breather, don't you. I'll do some pullups, but I need you to watch my form, to make sure I don't make any mistakes." He directs me to the wall near the bar. "Stay right here, and keep your eyes on me. If you see something you don't like, speak up."

Tony jumps up and latches on to the bar with one hand, moves his other and deliberately looks right at me. Sweat is rolling down his chest and dripping into his shorts. Sometimes, it gets on me. His core is taught, quite stiff indeed. I find myself looking directly ahead, just hoping for a look at his bulge. At the top of his pullup, its pushes and bounces against the fabric. It is right there, tantalizing me. I start to pull at my lips with my teeth, and my mouth starts to open, as if to beckon his beast, give it a place to lay its head.

For his last three pullups, he shifts his lower body forwards a few inches and drags the fabric of his shorts up and down my nose. I feel his presence on my skin. My heart rate has picked back up, and I'm breathing hot and heavy.

"Sammie, Sammie, are you there?" Tony pushes my body to the ground. I seem to have drifted into a daze. I know exactly where my mind went. "I want you to lay down; I'll do my pushups. That's right, buddy, slide your body towards my feet just a little more...yes! Now, since you didn't speak up during my last set, I have to imagine you liked everything you saw. Isn't that right, my little lamb?"

He's actually addressing me this time, waiting for an answer. "Ye...yes, Sir," I stammer. "I definitely liked lots of things about your form." While I'm finishing the sentence, Tony bears down on me for his first pushup. He's so fit and strong, and is able to linger at the lowest point. That lowest point is exactly where he has positioned my body and directly, my face. His cock strains and pushes against his shorts. A constant pressure. I can't look away.