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Quote from: Smokeyg 5 year wedding anniversary today. The fact that I'm about 4 1/2 years into my quit reminds me of the extra long poop I took on my wedding night while my wife waited for me in bed. Boned her twice already this morning. Congrats, STALLION!!!
5 year wedding anniversary today. The fact that I'm about 4 1/2 years into my quit reminds me of the extra long poop I took on my wedding night while my wife waited for me in bed. Boned her twice already this morning.
Quick question - why is crockett "unregistered". I'm curious as to the back story. Who's crockett you may ask. Well, she just so happens to be my granddaughter. So, let's hear it. My baby girl's baby girl deserves a voice.
Quote from: kana Quote from: Scowick65 Quote from: Sporticus Quote from: SirDerek Quote from: Sporticus Quote from: Smokeyg Why is there an outdoor baby in new KTC banner? It's fucking snowing for Christ's sake. In all fairness, snows like that are very rare in the Mid-east. And isn't that guy in the bathrobe with the cigar and beer watching over him..... 'crackup' You made the banner Derek?!? 'na na' That is not a guy in a bathrobe. I am pretty sure that is Luke Skywalker stringing Chrismas Lights. and taking a picture of himself.. All this time I just figured it was Gmann.
Quote from: Scowick65 Quote from: Sporticus Quote from: SirDerek Quote from: Sporticus Quote from: Smokeyg Why is there an outdoor baby in new KTC banner? It's fucking snowing for Christ's sake. In all fairness, snows like that are very rare in the Mid-east. And isn't that guy in the bathrobe with the cigar and beer watching over him..... 'crackup' You made the banner Derek?!? 'na na' That is not a guy in a bathrobe. I am pretty sure that is Luke Skywalker stringing Chrismas Lights. and taking a picture of himself..
Quote from: Sporticus Quote from: SirDerek Quote from: Sporticus Quote from: Smokeyg Why is there an outdoor baby in new KTC banner? It's fucking snowing for Christ's sake. In all fairness, snows like that are very rare in the Mid-east. And isn't that guy in the bathrobe with the cigar and beer watching over him..... 'crackup' You made the banner Derek?!? 'na na' That is not a guy in a bathrobe. I am pretty sure that is Luke Skywalker stringing Chrismas Lights.
Quote from: SirDerek Quote from: Sporticus Quote from: Smokeyg Why is there an outdoor baby in new KTC banner? It's fucking snowing for Christ's sake. In all fairness, snows like that are very rare in the Mid-east. And isn't that guy in the bathrobe with the cigar and beer watching over him..... 'crackup' You made the banner Derek?!? 'na na'
Quote from: Sporticus Quote from: Smokeyg Why is there an outdoor baby in new KTC banner? It's fucking snowing for Christ's sake. In all fairness, snows like that are very rare in the Mid-east. And isn't that guy in the bathrobe with the cigar and beer watching over him..... 'crackup'
Quote from: Smokeyg Why is there an outdoor baby in new KTC banner? It's fucking snowing for Christ's sake. In all fairness, snows like that are very rare in the Mid-east.
Why is there an outdoor baby in new KTC banner? It's fucking snowing for Christ's sake.
Quote from: jhaenel23 Quote from: Dozer99 Quote from: TstahrQuote from: Buddy Quote from: pavetheway Quote from: ERDVM Quote from: Mr Quote from: Leahy16 Quote from: Smokeyg I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter. I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent. As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.Time for a hot shower. Smokey, I think it's time this post sees the light of day again.The best line??? How about, "His nose nudged my shorts on number 12."You're a beautiful man! Sweet Jesus thats hilarious 'crackup' Holyhellfuck! TIFFS! 'crackup' Ho lee shit!!! I needed this today. 'crackup' Thank you for posting this again. I have tears running down my face i was laughing so hard.. Thank god I shut my office door before I read this. I will have this visual all day.Smokey, Don't know you, but, Thank you. Needed a laugh bad and I found this just at the right moment. Dam, I havn't laughed this hard in a long time. ThanksDozer OMG! Laughing so hard I woke the dog and my roommate!! Thanks for the Laugh!!! 'crackup' oh good Christmas that's beautiful.
Quote from: Dozer99 Quote from: TstahrQuote from: Buddy Quote from: pavetheway Quote from: ERDVM Quote from: Mr Quote from: Leahy16 Quote from: Smokeyg I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter. I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent. As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.Time for a hot shower. Smokey, I think it's time this post sees the light of day again.The best line??? How about, "His nose nudged my shorts on number 12."You're a beautiful man! Sweet Jesus thats hilarious 'crackup' Holyhellfuck! TIFFS! 'crackup' Ho lee shit!!! I needed this today. 'crackup' Thank you for posting this again. I have tears running down my face i was laughing so hard.. Thank god I shut my office door before I read this. I will have this visual all day.Smokey, Don't know you, but, Thank you. Needed a laugh bad and I found this just at the right moment. Dam, I havn't laughed this hard in a long time. ThanksDozer OMG! Laughing so hard I woke the dog and my roommate!! Thanks for the Laugh!!! 'crackup'
Quote from: TstahrQuote from: Buddy Quote from: pavetheway Quote from: ERDVM Quote from: Mr Quote from: Leahy16 Quote from: Smokeyg I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter. I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent. As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.Time for a hot shower. Smokey, I think it's time this post sees the light of day again.The best line??? How about, "His nose nudged my shorts on number 12."You're a beautiful man! Sweet Jesus thats hilarious 'crackup' Holyhellfuck! TIFFS! 'crackup' Ho lee shit!!! I needed this today. 'crackup' Thank you for posting this again. I have tears running down my face i was laughing so hard.. Thank god I shut my office door before I read this. I will have this visual all day.Smokey, Don't know you, but, Thank you. Needed a laugh bad and I found this just at the right moment. Dam, I havn't laughed this hard in a long time. ThanksDozer
Quote from: Buddy Quote from: pavetheway Quote from: ERDVM Quote from: Mr Quote from: Leahy16 Quote from: Smokeyg I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter. I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent. As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.Time for a hot shower. Smokey, I think it's time this post sees the light of day again.The best line??? How about, "His nose nudged my shorts on number 12."You're a beautiful man! Sweet Jesus thats hilarious 'crackup' Holyhellfuck! TIFFS! 'crackup' Ho lee shit!!! I needed this today. 'crackup' Thank you for posting this again. I have tears running down my face i was laughing so hard.. Thank god I shut my office door before I read this. I will have this visual all day.
Quote from: pavetheway Quote from: ERDVM Quote from: Mr Quote from: Leahy16 Quote from: Smokeyg I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter. I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent. As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.Time for a hot shower. Smokey, I think it's time this post sees the light of day again.The best line??? How about, "His nose nudged my shorts on number 12."You're a beautiful man! Sweet Jesus thats hilarious 'crackup' Holyhellfuck! TIFFS! 'crackup' Ho lee shit!!! I needed this today. 'crackup' Thank you for posting this again. I have tears running down my face i was laughing so hard..
Quote from: ERDVM Quote from: Mr Quote from: Leahy16 Quote from: Smokeyg I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter. I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent. As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.Time for a hot shower. Smokey, I think it's time this post sees the light of day again.The best line??? How about, "His nose nudged my shorts on number 12."You're a beautiful man! Sweet Jesus thats hilarious 'crackup' Holyhellfuck! TIFFS! 'crackup' Ho lee shit!!! I needed this today. 'crackup'
Quote from: Mr Quote from: Leahy16 Quote from: Smokeyg I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter. I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent. As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.Time for a hot shower. Smokey, I think it's time this post sees the light of day again.The best line??? How about, "His nose nudged my shorts on number 12."You're a beautiful man! Sweet Jesus thats hilarious 'crackup' Holyhellfuck! TIFFS! 'crackup'
Quote from: Leahy16 Quote from: Smokeyg I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter. I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent. As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.Time for a hot shower. Smokey, I think it's time this post sees the light of day again.The best line??? How about, "His nose nudged my shorts on number 12."You're a beautiful man! Sweet Jesus thats hilarious
Quote from: Smokeyg I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter. I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent. As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.Time for a hot shower. Smokey, I think it's time this post sees the light of day again.The best line??? How about, "His nose nudged my shorts on number 12."You're a beautiful man!
I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter. I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent. As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.Time for a hot shower.