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I enjoyed working out with my trainer, David. He was teaching me many things about eating right, increasing metabolism, exercise, and working out with weights. We met every weekday morning before I went to work and were becoming good friends. I trusted him in what he told me to do and he trusted me to do what he was telling me. We developed a great friendship. The fact that he was extremely cute and muscular just made it all the more wonderful. I looked forward to my workouts more than most people do!

David was very professional. I had been training for about two weeks with him and was starting to see some weight loss and was increasing my strength somewhat. He said he was pleased with my progress, which made me feel even better. I would do anything for him, and especially to see that heart-melting smile of his.

The only problem I had was that sometimes David was too professional. He always wore a warmup suit with a zipped-up jacket that covered up his muscles. I even commented on it one time and he just said it was more professional looking. He would always demonstrate an exercise for me once or twice to show me, and I would imagine what all those muscles looked like flexing and hardening under his clothes. I figured I needed to just be patient.

Then one day, my patience paid off! We met early in the morning as usual and I figured we would go through my regular routine for the day. David caught me off guard when he announced, "You've come a long way in the past couple of weeks and I'm proud of you. You've learned a lot of the exercises and are working on your form now. That's why today I'm going to workout along with you so you can watch my form through a full set and then do it yourself."

My first thought was to say "I'll be watching your form allright!" but instead I chose my words carefully and said, "Great! I'm sure that will help me a lot!"

David smiled and said, "Okay then. Today we work on chest and biceps. We'll start with chest." We went over to a bench and started going through some of the routines I had been learning. David was still wearing his warmup pants and jacket and I thought about saying something, but chose not to. I just needed to be patient, I thought.

Using the weights, David was lifting about three or four times as much weight as I was. If I was lifting 25 pound dumbbells, he was lifitng 100 pound dumbbells, plus doing about 12 reps to my 8 reps. Then I noticed it. After his first set of reps on a bench press, he sat up and pulled the zipper down a little on his jacket. After the second set he sat up and said, "Wow! You are really working me this morning! I haven't had a good chest day in awhile and my muscles are feeling it. My chest feels like its going to explode!

He then sat up straight and pulled the zipper on the jacket all the way down. He was breathing hard and heavy. He sat with it open for just a second and then pulled it completely off and let it fall to the floor. He was wearing only a thin gray tank style undershirt that was stretched across his body and hugging every muscle. His pecs were sweaty and heaving up and down as he breathed. He said exactly what I was thinking; "There! That's much better!". I silently agreed!

"Now I can finish my last set! He put his back on the bench and I watched as his pecs seemed to stand almost straight up, as if at attention. He grabbed the bar and started pumping it up and down. His pecs continued to rise and fall and I stared at the size of the mounds he had under his tight shirt. It was my dream come true!

After going for as many reps as he could, about 15 or 16, he finally placed the bar back and then slowly sat up. He heaved his chest as he continued breathing hard and tugged at the sweat drenched shirt against his expanding chest. Then he stood up and looked at me staring at him.

"Wow! Man, my pecs are about to POP!" He smiled at me as if he knew what I was thinking. I was still speechless and just continued to stare.

"I mean it man! My pecs feel awesome. That's the best pump I've had in a long time!" Then he looked down as if to admire his chest, smiled even more and said once again, "My pecs are seriously gonna POP any second! I need to release some of that energy in there. Watch this man!" I had been watching and wasn't about to stop!

"Check this out! This will be awesome!" He then began to bounce his pecs right in front of me. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. His chest was so full and thick and the muscles were popping out of the top of his undershirt. He pulld the shirt down some and kept flexing his pecs. "Pretty cool looking, isn't it?"

I finally could speak. "That is unbelievable! Your pecs are amazing looking anyway, but when you do that...that ....that thing you're doing, what ever it is. How do you DO that?" I leaned in and stared at his pecs even closer.

"It's easy man. Just watch." He slowed the bounce down and then flexed one at a time alternating with each flex. "That is absolutely amazing," I said. "Every time you flex it it gets bigger. And when you go faster its almost like...well...like they're..."

David finished my sentence for me. "Its like they're bouncing. A lot of guys call this 'bouncing their pecs'. It takes some control and of course big pec muscles to do it right."

"Well, your pecs are certainly big enough. I wondered what you were hiding under your jacket and now I know." He smiled at me as if he knew again what I was thinking. David looked me striaght in the eye and said, "You want to feel them? If you want you can feel my pecs and I can bounce them for you. It's okay with me."

"Sure! That would be cool! Thanks!"

"This will give you a goal to work towards, too!" David laughed. "If we keep working out together, maybe you can get your pecs big enough to bounce!"

I stood there and admired his bulging pecs as he bounced them for me and felt the muscles move as he flexed. He kept bouncing for me and smiled at me because he knew I was enjoying it. I couldn't think of much to say except "WOW and AWESOME" over and over.

Finally David stopped bouncing his pecs and said, "Okay, I think we've done enough for today with pecs. Now we need to do some biceps!" As I agreed, he flexed his big right bicep right in front of my face, smiled and then winked at me.

To be continued...