Ballet vs. Workout
(February 13, 2012)
It has been a month! Carter was right! The day after my first kiss with Spencer, I ran to tell Carter all about it. She was so excited for me! Honestly, it felt really good to tell someone all about our relationship. Of course, I finally caved in to her badgering me about the time we meet. So now, she knew everything. I had said that I was worried we wouldn't last, most teen magazines said teen relationships never lasted past a month after the first kiss.
Even if this knowledge was meant for boy/girl couples, I still took it to heart. Carter had reassured me that Spencer really was a good person, he wouldn't break up with me. This did reassure me a small bit, to have someone other than myself believe in my boyfriend, but I still had that pestering "fact" from the tabloid in my brain.
Spencer and I strolled down one of the many yellow hallways to our Trigonometry class. We were not in any rush, neither of us really cared if we missed the first few minutes of class. We were talking about fitness and being healthy for some unknown reason. I'm not much of a health nut but I like to stay in shape.
"I have discovered that the only good way to build muscle and stay fit, is through working out in the gym regularly or playing an active sport. Nothing else really gives you such a toned quality," Spencer said, obviously not very informed on physical fitness. I had to stop him right there, when people start putting sports in front of dance and saying the only way to build muscle or become coordinated is through sports, my hands clench into a fist and I fill with anger; like they did now.
"Ok, bud, let me stop you right there, follow me," I beckoned him to accompany me to the nearest bathroom. When we arrived, I noticed it was the same bathroom I had cried on his shoulder in. He stepped in first as I closed the door behind myself and locked it. I began to strip, taking off my neon purple shirt and skinny jeans I had on today leaving only my florescent blue boxer-briefs on. I noticed Spencer standing there, dumbstruck. Oh dear God, what was going through that hormonal boy's head?
"Well, what are you waiting for, strip down to your underwear!" I said, realizing his thought process. Here is what I think Spencer's thought process is really like; Randy(boyfriend) + Spencer(horny)2 = sex (<--that second term is supposed to be happy squared for you past pre-algebra!). I watched Spencer grab the bottom of his faded orange Hollister shirt (Hollister was his favorite store. Personally, I do not like it. It's dark, loud, tight spaced, and smelly.) and pull up until the shirt came off revealing his massive pecks, and hard six-pack; his khaki shorts fell down to his ankles revealing his plaid boxers. I moved closer to Spencer.
"You see this?" I said flexing my arm, then my pecks, and finally my abs, "This is pure hard lean muscle. You know how I got these? From dancing, just purely dancing. Doing ballet seriously tones your muscles. You see, there are different types of muscular people. There are ones like me who are lean and muscular, then there are ones like you; big, brawny, and bulging," I finished. Spencer seemed to comprehend this, he smiled at me, so I hope that meant something. Spencer walked around me, examining my body. I tried to flex all over. He stopped at my back, I chill spread through my body as I felt Spencer breathing on my neck. He rapped his arms around me and started kissing my neck and shoulders. I turned around and rapped my arms around Spencer leaning up on my tippy-toes to kiss him. He kissed me back, and rubbed his hands on my back until he took it a little to far. He put his hand on my bulge, and I had to admit it felt great to have his firm hand down there, but It wasn't the right time or place.
"Spencer, stop that, I'm not ready. We need to wait longer; much, much longer," I breathed while grabbing his hand and pulling it away from me.
"I am down with that randy, if you want to wait, I will wait," Spencer said honestly. That is one big reason I like Spencer. He is so loving, so sweat, so caring. I had known he wasn't different since I first had laid eyes on him, but now I knew how special he was. I am so glad I had found him. We had the both agreed that if he learned and mastered ballet from me, I would work out with him. Three months later, we would see who had gained the most muscle by comparing previous muscle mass and the new mass, the fat burned by using a before and after picture, and how toned our muscles were.
Like a Troll
(February 13, 2012)
Today was Spencer's first ballet lesson. The two of us headed to the mirrored dance room at our school. I had asked the Principle if I could use it after school, and he had agreed. As I walked in, I noticed the room smelled of fragrances and oils; they had daily yoga here also. Spencer and I both changed into our black tights, white shirts, and black ballet slippers. We stretched, and I started him off with first position, and moved on through fifth, these weren't too difficult for him. After he conquered that, we moved on to Pirouettes. A 'pirouette' is a controlled turn on one leg, beginning with one (or both) legs in plie (a smooth and continues bend of the knee), and then rising onto Demi-Pointe. This was where the complications began; Spencer was absolutely terrible at ballet. But, it was expected. Usually, not always, but mostly big bulky football players don't do well at ballet.
We continued the lessons, and he improved, but only slightly. About a week later, my first workout session was scheduled at the local gym. We were to work out together three times a week; Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Today was Monday, the first of my workout sessions was this afternoon. I sat in the last period of the day; Spanish One thinking about after school. I had to admit I was really excited! I was excited for many reasons. One; I had more time to spend with Spencer, which allowed more bonding. Two; I got to see Spencer in his workout clothes, using those big arms he had. And three; I would build bigger muscle, which would make me look better for Spencer, and I would have more confidence.
The clock ticked every second until it reached two o'clock. I was free! I sped down the hallways like a racecar; I was the driver, joy was my gasoline. I ran out the red doors and into the parking lot to find Spencer's shiny BMW I8. He stood by the newly released car in his workout clothes, God was he hot! I climbed into the car and we rode off towards the gym. Rolling In The Deep by Adele was playing. I was astounded.
"You like Adele!?" I questioned, looking at him with a shocked face.
"Oh ya! I love her, my favorite album is 21, and favorite song would have to be Someone Like You; with Rumor Has It as runner-up. They are all just so amazing!" Spencer said with a glow in his eyes.
"No freaking way, same here! I loved Glee's version of the mash-up by the Troubletones it was fabulous!" I said while Spencer chimed in at the end. Well, I guess you really do learn something knew everyday! Spencer pulled into the parking lot of a blue building. He parked the car and continued to talk;
"Did you see her performance at the Grammys?" He asked me.
"Amazing, right! And what about Katy Perry's! When she went from E.T. to Part Of Me, I thought something had went wrong, because it went all black, and silent. But, it was all part of the show!" Spencer and I looked into each other's eyes, and the world stood still, as I took the perfect moment to lock my lips on his.
After that romantic moment, we stepped out of the car and into the blue walled gym. The two of us signed in and headed towards the weight lifting section in the back. Spencer showed me how to properly do a few bicep curls, some push-ups, and hammer curls.
"Ok, so stand with a dumbbell in each hand held at arms length. The elbows should be close to the torso and the palms of your hand should be facing your thighs. Curl the right weight as you rotate the palm of the hands until they are facing forward. Hold the contracted position for a second as you squeeze the biceps," He instructed me to do. I followed his instructions, and held the contracted position as he felt my bicep muscles contracting.
"Slowly begin to bring the dumbbell back to the starting position as your breathe in. Remember to twist the palms back to the starting position as you come down. Now, Repeat the movement with the left hand," Spencer said as I followed his movements and words. Once we were done with the bicep curls, Spencer said we were going to move on to the air bike.
He got one blue mat from under the table that I could comfortably lay on.
"First, lie flat on the floor and put your hands beside your head. Now, lift your shoulders into the crunch position," Spencer placed my hands beside my head and moved my shoulders, "next, bring your knees up; this will be your starting position. Now, Slowly do a kind of pedal motion kicking forward with the right leg and bringing in the knee of the left leg," He said showing me how to move my legs.
"Bring your right elbow closer to your left knee by crunching to the side, as you breathe out." I started the vigorous excesses as Spencer felt my abs moving. Eventually, we moved on to other exercises, and had to take our shirts off because we were getting so very sweaty. There was no one else in the room, so I guess it was ok. After about two hours of weight lifting, running on the treadmill, and using the elliptical, we left. But not before we took a shower.
(February 25, 2012)
Spencer and I walked down the vacant hallway to the locker room with our bags of clothes to change into. We entered the locker room, and stripped off all our clothing. I realized; this was the first time I get to see Spencer's cock! I discreetly waited as he pulled down his gym shorts revealing his manhood in all its fabulous glory. His dick must be at least nine inches long and very thick might I add. His giant balls were tucked up under his cock.
There he was letting it all hang out for me. Now I'm embarrassed! My dick is only about seven inches, and I thought that was big! Ah well. Spencer and I climbed into the same shower together, naked. I reached for the nozzle to turn instinctively the shower to cold water. But this time, I didn't have to hid my boner. We were already boyfriends and we had seen each other naked now. So what's the point?
"Hey, Randy, I noticed your log is a little excited right now," he said looking at my dick without trying to conceal the look.
"Hey, Spencer, I couldn't help but notice; your wood is as big as an oak tree," I said nonchalantly. Taking a side glance at his hose.
"You think we should?" I suggested, knowing Spencer and I were on the same page. "I mean, it's not like anyone is here..."
"Randy, I have been waiting for you to ask me for a very, very, long time." We sat down on the tiled bench inside the shower next to each other. Spencer reached over and grabbed my hardon and started gently moving up and down, massaging my cock with his thumb and forefinger.
"Oh my God, that feels so good!" I moaned. The warm steamy air, mixed with the hot water spraying on me was the perfect combination. Spencer started off slow but moved quicker; sliding his rough hand up and down my shaft, and pausing occasional to rub the head.
"Does this feel good, Randy?" Spencer asked.
"Holy shit, Spencer; it feels amazing.
I was compelled to grab his huge throbbing hardon and started to jerk him off too. At first, I started to just move up and down on his shaft, avoiding the head. A little bit later I could tell he was about to cum, he stopped jerking my cock, closed his eyes, leaned his head back on the wall and twitched when I touched his head. So I used one of my old techniques; I massaged his balls, then circled his cock with my thumb and forefinger, and twisted up from right to left until I got to the head, then I went straight down and repeated the process.
"Holy fuck! That feels so good, don't stop Randy, never stop touching me," Spencer groaned. On the fifth repeat I decided I would massage the top of his head. When I did that Spencer's cock started throbbing and twitching.
"I'm going to cum randy, watch out!" Spencer shot his rope of cum as I rubbed his balls. The jizz splattered hard against the opposite wall about three feet away. His stiff cock shot more streams of semen out hitting the floor. It seemed never ending! Until finally, he stopped spurting. Spencer grabbed his cock squeezing any extra fluids out of his shaft.
"I almost had forgotten Randy! You still haven't gotten off." Spencer started to rub and pinch my nipples, filling me with an erotic sense. He rubbed my cock like crazy, like there was no tomorrow. I threw my head back as I started ejaculating. My spurts weren't as powerful or as plentiful as Spencer's but they were a pretty generous amount. Even as I shot my jizz, Spencer didn't stop, he kept on pumping away; giving me the orgasm of my life. I laid down on my back on top of the tiled bench, putting my hands behind my head. Spencer climbed on top of me, and slowly placed his lips on mine.
"It was so seductive! The hot shower sprayed on Spencer's back as he lay on me. He rubbed his dick against mine as we continued kissing. It was amazing, like I had escaped to a fantasy world where it was alright to be gay, and everything went right, for example, Spencer and I. Admitting to me that he was gay extremely helped his self-confidence. Just by the way he was thrusting, humping, and kissing me, I could tell he was sure of himself. Which meant that he had come to terms with his sexuality, he was officially gay.
We continued the workouts throughout the next three months.