Patience Rewarded

He huffed and puffed for a few minutes, barely getting the barbell up, concentrating hard. But then I started to gently stroke his inner thighs with my fingers and he was suddenly concentrating on something else. He started to tremble all over and he couldn’t get the barbell fully extended.

“No, you’re trying to get the power from your stomach, Craig. It must be from your chest and shoulders. Don’t arch your back. Here, now try it.” I moved one of my hands to his flat little belly and held him down on the board. He was trying his best to raise the barbell, but not having much luck.

“It’s no use, Rod,” he whimpered. “I can’t get it up.”

“It doesn’t look to me like you are having trouble getting it up, Craig,” I said, as my hand slid down to his basket. I admit that I was a little surprised myself. In the shower he had present a pert little prick, like a chaste Greek statue, but now he was filling out nicely in that department.