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|We started training together the next day. As planned, we did a big leg workout. I'd never had a training partner, and I guess I really one. Together we were far more intense than I had ever been by myself. Since Mike hadn't had the equipment to do much leg training, he pretty much let me set up the routine. We worked for most of morning and at the end of that, we could barely walk.
We went into the kitchen and cleaned out the refrigerator and then headed to the pool. We spread our haul of food on the patio table and started eating like crazy. That was about the only time that our conversation really stopped. While we were training, we mostly talked about which exercises to do, what order to do them - stuff like that. Now after feeding the machines, we were ready to chat some more and kick back for a while.
The first thing on both of our minds was making sure that we'd be training together for the rest of the summer. We agreed that we'd meet at my garage every day - except Sunday - at 9:00 and train for the entire morning. Mike couldn't commit to Sundays because his Dad liked to go do something with one of the kids each Sunday. I was pretty envious of that. Dad was either working or on some golf course and my Mom was usually at some stupid save-the-whales type committee meeting. I think our housekeeper knew more about me than my parents. Veronica is our housekeeper. She's cool, older, from Italy with a heavy accent. She comes every morning to clean up the house and make me lunch. Since today was Sunday, she had the day off.
Now that we'd figured out our workout schedule, it was time for a swim. I went into the pool house, put on a suit, came back out and jumped in the water. I figured Mike would be right behind me. He stood up and started walking toward the pool house, and then stopped. "So, no one else is here right now, right bro?"
"It's just you and me. My Mom will probably be back around 3:00 or so."
"Cool" was his one word reply. That big cheesy grin crept over his face as he stuck his thumbs in the waistband of his gym shorts, pulling them off his body. Now totally naked, he jumped in the water and came up near where I was standing.
Grinning ear to ear, he ran his hands across his hair to squeeze out the water. "Dude, I really don't like clothes too much. Notice anything uh, unusual about me?" I looked at him and thought of thousand things to say - everyone one of them would have left little doubt that I'm gay. I decided to just play dumb. "Unusual about you? What do you have a third nipple or something?"
"No. look." He said motioning in the general direction of his butt. "Oh, you've got a third ass cheek?" I said jokingly. "No, moron, but you're getting closer. No tan lines!"
Sure enough, Mike had a nice tan going, but there was no tan line to be seen. "I didn't know you were an exhibitionist." It was the only thing I could think of to say. His reply came quickly "I'm just not as inhibited as you, that's all." I knew he was just baiting me, but I didn't care - hell I wanted to play along.
"Oh, so you think I'm inhibited, huh?" Off came my suit - revealing a rather healthy tan line. "There. just as open minded and free as you."
"Very good - I'm glad to see it!" He laughed and pointed at my very white butt. "I don't think that thing has seen the light of day in years though. probably never!" Before I had a chance for a reply, he jumped under the water and swam toward me. I was standing in the shallow end, and as he emerged from the water, he gave my butt the hardest slap. "Let's get some color in that thing!" He laughed and headed out of the pool.
"Very funny, but I'm glad to see you're smart enough to run away from me. I was about to teach you some manners." In the pool he came. I knew I was a little better swimmer than Mike, so I headed toward the deeper water. He caught me and we started wrestling - naked! It was a good thing that I didn't really have time to think about that little fact, I probably would have freaked. Instead I was determined not end up with him sitting on me, slapping his dick on my chest.
I don't know whether I got lucky, or whether he let it happen, but I managed to get my legs wrapped around his stomach. I started squeezing pretty hard on him, as I pulled us both in the shallow water. Now it was my turn to grin from ear to ear. "Since I kicked your butt during our leg workout, I thought you'd like to see strong my legs really are!" And with that, I started squeezing for all I was worth.
My legs were pumped from our workout and they really looked huge wrapped around Mike's waist. He tried everything, but he couldn't budge my legs from around him. After a few minutes of hopeless flailing about, he knew he was in trouble. He was starting to have a little trouble getting air, so he decided to say uncle. I was feeling happy with myself, and since he'd talked us into go naked, I thought I'd see if I could push it a little further.
"I'll let you go, but I want something."
"What: my pet rock collection? Take it, it's yours."
"Nope, I want you to massage my legs after our big workout." I couldn't believe I actually said it.
Mike looked at me a little funny, and still struggling for air. "Really?" I nodded my head. "OK, you got it. I don't want you to kill me after all." So I let him go, and headed out of the pool and onto a lounge chair, where I laid down on stomach.
He didn't say anything, but instead followed me out of started massaging my right calf. He worked on my right leg for a while and it really felt good. A couple quiet moans escaped me as worked on my leg. By the time he was done with on the right side, I was really starting to loosen up.
He did my left leg and then, to my surprise, he started doing my butt. It felt so good; he had strong hands and definitely knew how to give a massage. I was almost asleep when I heard Mike telling me to roll over so he could the front of my legs. In the haze of the massage, I wasn't really thinking too clearly, I plopped over on my back revealing the hard-on to end all hard-ons.
...next the moment of truth
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