Exercises

Suddenly, Walter stopped jiggling the ass and instead started jogging in place.
Frank was confused, was this still his friend? "Hey, Walt... What are you doing?" Walter had stopped jogging in place and started doing slides from side to side.
Walter replied in his own voice, but there was something off about it. "I'm, like, doing my warm ups. What do you mean, Frankie?"
"Frankie? You've never called me that?" Walter had now started skipping in a circle around Frank.
"What do you mean, Frankie? I, like, call you that all the time..." Frank was getting more and more confused. When Walter had started doing 'warm ups' his form was incredibly sloppy; however, his friend's was getting more and more graceful by the second.
Frank, on the other hand, was getting more and more turned on. He felt the blood shooting into his crotch. No, it couldn't be I am not gay! he thought. But it was true, his dick was getting erect to Walter in front of him. And when Walter started doing lunges with his back to Frank, giving Frank a clear view of the cheerleader's ass, Frank's cock inflated faster.