Boone The Early YearsChapter 07
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One Pull Up
by R Sanders
I strained against the bar, pulling with every ounce of strength I had, my
feet kicking at the air. I could feel myself go red in the face, but my
arms refused to be anything but completely slack. It felt as though I was
being held down by steel chains.
I couldn't even do one pull up.
It made no sense. Absolutely none. The whole point of coming to the gym
was to get into shape, lose some of the fat, and build up some muscle.
When I had started, I was eighty pounds heavier and even then I'd at least
been able to manage three pull ups.
But now, with my stomach mostly flat--it still had a frustrating curve to
it, almost like babyfat--I wasn't even strong enough for one. Frustrated,
I let go, hitting the mat with a thud, losing my balance, and ending up
splayed out sitting on my ass.
"What the..." I almost said fuck, before I remembered that I was watching
my language now, "I can't believe this. I've been coming here with you
for three months now and your dumb workout routine has just made me even
weaker than before."
My friend Bill pulled me up off the mat with one smooth motion. If it
wasn't so controlled and gentle, I felt like it would have ripped my arm
out of its socket, but as it was I simply found myself back on my feet and
bumping into him, looking up. Something about it felt strange, alien.
Looking up? Hadn't I always been the taller one?
"Relax. You're in great shape now. You look great." I felt my cheeks
grow hot at that, "The muscle can come later. Right now, you should just
focus on general fitness."
I wondered about that, and I felt my lips begin to jut out into a sullen
pout. I knew he was right...it was just so frustrating that even though
I'd made so much progress in everything else, even though I was putting in
so much effort, I just kept seeming to lose ground.
"Come on. Let's shower off and head home." He made it a matter of fact,
heading towards the lockers without even waiting for me. I followed
after, but by the time I caught up, I could hear the sound of hot water
running. His clothes were discarded on the bench, waiting for me, so I
took them, placing them in his gym bag for him.
Before I did though, I indulged in my guilty habit, holding his gym shorts
and underwear up to my nose and breathing in deep his scent. It was
sweaty, smelly. It should have been nauseating, but instead it was
intoxicating, heady, enough to leave my body feeling feverish as I got
changed into my swimsuit.
Before, I'd been embarrassed about going into the showers. Somehow,
losing all that weight had only made it worse. Bill was the one who had
suggested I wear a swimsuit to make it less of an ordeal, and I had to
admit, it helped.
The one he'd picked out for me was a simple, low-riding thong with a
matching chestpiece, little more than two triangles and a bit of string.
I'd been deadset against it at first. I mean...it was a bikini. Not just
that, but not even the kind you would ever expect to see a girl wear in
public without being arrested. It was way too small. Even if my balls
had smoothed out and shrunken enough that I could tuck them inside,
whenever I had an erection the suit my tip would be poking out, saying hi
to the world.
"You'll get used to it." Bill had said, "You'll grow into it."
Maybe I had...as I finished tying on the thong, excited to join him in the
shower, I could feel my clitty...my penis...pushing weakly against the
fabric, but it wasn't going to peek out this time.
Swimsuit on, the rest of my clothes put away, I took one look in the
mirror before going into the shower. I knew that Bill liked to rough
around a bit in there, and I wanted to make sure I looked okay first.
Stupid, I know, I know.
The first thing I noticed was my hair as I freed it out of the folded up
ponytail. It spilled out, glossy black waves of it that clung damply
across my body. I really needed a haircut...I'd never gone this long
without one, and now it'd gotten to the point that I could touch my navel
with a curl. But...Bill had said he liked it, so I'd kept
procrastinating.
Next was a quick check on my face. The sweat from our workout looked like
it had washed off just a bit of the makeup, but it didn't look bad. Maybe
a bit sultry, even. The heavy eyeshadow and my own naturally long
eyelashes made my eyes look even bigger than normal and the light pink lip
gloss gave me just a bit more volume, made them a bit more kissable. I'd
been against the idea of wearing makeup at first, but Bill was right.
With that tiny button nose, the splash of freckles on my chin, and the
soft but not round shape of my face, I needed any edge I could get to look
sexy rather than like a little kid.
Especially with the way the rest of my body looked these days. Looking
into the mirror, I could definitely tell I'd lost some height. A foot?
More? I was sure that I was coming up a few inches shy of five feet.
Every part of me looked...slender and soft. My arms didn't have the
slightest bit of definition. My legs had taken on a weird posture, so
that even when I stood with my feet together there was a gap between my
thighs. Turning around, I could see that I still had a few more pounds to
lose on my bum...though it did help me fill out the bikini, the way the
material dug into me and was swallowed by those cheeks.
Speaking of weight to lose, it looked as though my pecs still had a ways
to go. Over the past few weeks, they had been swelling, and now...now, no
matter how I looked at it, I had breasts. It looked a small A-cup, but
there wasn't any getting around the fact that I filled out the top.
Taken together, I definitely didn't look like the gym rat I'd been these
past few months. Hell, I didn't even look like the gym bunnies. Other
than the tiny bulge against my suit, I looked like a little girl, maybe
fourteen years in age, albeit one with particularly wide hips.
Somehow...this didn't really bother me. Instead, as I went to join Bill
in the shower, I could feel butterflies in my stomach.
When he looked at me, I could see the hunger in his eyes, and that only
made things so much worse, "Took you long enough." He handed me the bottle
of body wash, ready for me to begin.
I chewed my lower lip as I joined him in his stall, "Sorry...just got a
little distracted." I squirted the soap into one hand, lathered it up,
then started to wash Bill, starting with his stomach. Standing behind
him, I had to reach both arms around to do so. His waist was wide enough-
-or my arms were so short--that I didn't think I could grab my own wrist.
His stomach was hard and bumpy with muscle. I gave a little sigh...it
wasn't fair that he was the only one getting the results he was looking
for.
My hands kept rubbing in the soap as I leaned against him, my chest
squeezed against his back as I strained to reach. The more I moved, the
more friction there was against my nipples and the more excited I became.
A part of me was glad I'd lost the height recently, or else he'd have felt
my bulge against him.
"Are you moaning?"
My breath caught in my throat, "N-no!" It came out sheepishly as I
realized that that was exactly what I'd been doing.
"Sure. Whatever. That's enough up top. Time for you to clean up down
low too."
My hands started shaking as I took his thick shaft in my fingers and began
to rub in the soap. A part of me wonder if this was gay, even if Bill had
convinced me that this was just normal for gym buddies.
Still...the way his cock twitched and stiffened made me a bit more unsure.
It also made me even more flushed, and even though I realized I was
letting myself moan again, I didn't stop. I could feel every inch of his
member and the image was burning itself into my brain like a glowing
brand. Fantasies started playing out. My body wanted to feel more of it.
Between my thighs, against my chest...in my mouth...even in my bum. I was
really starting to lose it.
"Hey. I've been thinking. I might have an idea for how you could pack on
a bit more muscle."
That broke me out of my reverie and I slipped on the wet and soapy floor,
fell on my bum for the second time that day. It was lucky that I didn't
have that far to fall...and that I had the padding for it, but it still
hurt, "Huh?"
He turned around, giving me a clear view up at him, his cock swaying up in
front of me. I knew I was staring, but maybe he wouldn't notice, "Protein
and testosterone. You just need to get a bit more of that into your
system and you'll be swole in no time."
That...made sense. I think. "But I thought you said that the only part of
my diet I needed to change was those vitamins?" Pink, sugary, slightly
gooey pills. I took two a day, one in the morning and one in the evening.
They weren't exactly over the counter supplements, so Bill got them for me
from one of his friends. Shady as it was, I'd seen his results and so I'd
been taking them religiously.
"Yeah, those are good. And if you're willing to wait a few years, you
should see some results, but I thought you were looking for some faster
gains."
Years?! "Well...yeah, okay. Protein I can just try and eat some more
meat, I guess." My stomach turned a bit at that. One of the few side
effects of those vitamins was that my apetite had changed. The smell of
cooked meat made me slightly nauseous now, while veggies had become tasty,
and sugary foods like cake and candy had become addicting. Taken as a
whole, it'd definitely helped me shed the pounds, so I wasn't complaining,
"But what about the testosterone?"
He smiled, a toothy grin. Wolfish, "That's the beauty of it. I've got
heaps of both, and I read online a way for you to get a bit of it for
yourself." Okay, that sounded fake...but I found myself nodding, "Only
thing is that you'll need to swallow it directly. The uh...exposure to
the open air...messes it up, somehow."
That sure did sound scientific. Still, not everything was clear, "Okay,
but...are you talking about your blood? Are you sure that's safe?"
He laughed at that.
"Not blood. No, that's mostly water. Semen. It has, like, a hundred
times as much testosterone in it."
I nodded. That made sense. Wait...
"You mean...?" My eyes were going wide, "But isn't that kind of...you
know..."
He turned around and stepped into the water, rinsing off the soap, "Hey,
don't worry about it. This is just what friends are for."
I swallowed, my mouth dry even with the steam all around, "Are you sure?
You're sure? Super sure?"
"Look, do you want to suck my cock or not?"
And there it was. The question froze me like a deer in the headlights,
but I could feel the answer building up inside of my tummy, the
butterflies pounding harder and harder, desperate to get out, "Y-
yes...yes! If that's okay! I mean..."
He bent down and pulled me up to my knees, his hands wrapping around my
waist, his thumbs pushing against the fabric of the suit and digging into
my nipples in a way that made me squirm, and for the first time in my
life, I had a giant cock pressed against my face, the balls against my
chin, its length unreal, so that my forehead didn't even touch the tip.
"Then stop babbling and get to work before I go soft."
I was sure then that not all of the steam in the stall was from the
shower. I could feel it whistling out of my ears, "O-okay..." I opened my
mouth and stuck out my tongue. I just had to...to...
I could feel my chest heaving as though I'd just run a mile as the panic
set in.
Just had to...
My eyes scrunched up tight.
Just had to...lick it. The taste was clean, not at all sweaty--duh, I'd
just cleaned it! It wasn't a strong taste at all, really. But...it felt
like there was an electric current running up my tongue with a wire all
the way down to my thong. I kept licking it as he took a seat on the
stall's bench, putting every part of his cock within my lips reach, "Come
on, you should know how this goes. Feels best at the tip, right?"
Right...I knew exactly how the best blowjobs felt, and if a girl had been
doing that to me, it would have felt nice, but only as a bit of foreplay.
I needed to try harder. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and
began to suckle with every muscle in my mouth. The tip had a much
stronger taste than the shaft had. Flavor. Salty, bitter,
nutty...sweet...heady...it was intoxicating in a way that just smelling
his clothes just couldn't compare. My tongue swirled across the tip of
his cock, savoring every bit of that ambrosia.
I lost myself to it. I remember bobbing my head, swallowing it into my
throat, choking and gasping for air, drooling and moaning and being even
more turned on than those times when I'd been on the receiving end of one
of these. I'm not sure how long it lasted, but eventually I felt his cock
twitch inside of my mouth, and then his hands were in my hair as he let
his cum out, holding me like a vice while I thrashed.
I choked, coughed, sticky goop dribbling down my chin. I'd swallowed two
mouthfuls of the stuff and still it'd spilled everywhere, "W-what..."
"Hey now, remember what I said about it being in the open air?"
I swallowed the jizz in my mouth, then rushed to scoop the rest into my
mouth. There was a small patch on the tiles, and after a second to get
over my revulsion, I leaned down and licked it up like a cat, then
swallowed it with the rest. A part of me wished that I hadn't had to rush
like that. After everything that had come before, it had tasted...good.
Satisfying.
It was hard to describe. It was like every need--hunger, thirst, sex,
even the need to breath--had been completely, utterly sated. As though
I'd been missing something, aching for it for such a long time, and was
startled to have finally found that need met.
And beneath that satisfaction, small but growing ever so slowly...I could
tell that this new hunger was coming back, and that it was only going to
get stronger each time.
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