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I'd seen Steve in the gym frequently, and noticed the intensity of his workouts--high repetitions and very short rests between his sets. Consequently, he didn't mix with the other members much, and wasn't in the gym for long periods. And because he wore baggy tracksuits, it was impossible to determine what his physique was like. The night we finally introduced ourselves was hot and humid, and I'd gone in late to avoid the heat, which was exactly why he was there late also. And we were both wearing brief jogging shorts and muscle shirts.

As I watched him work out, I noticed his shirt ride up when ever he was stretching, and this showed up well-defined abdominals. Eventually, we were the last two in the gym, so I went over and asked what he was training for. "To improve my physique, stamina and endurance" he replied.

In his jogging shorts and muscle shirt, his physique looked superb. I asked him what he did to improve his stamina and endurance. "I usually get my training partner to set a challenge, but at the moment I don't have anybody to train with" he replied.

"Shit", I thought, 'I'd like to challenge him. I'd work him to exhaustion and punch hell out of his guts until he begged me to stop".

I mentioned that I'd noticed he had a well-defined six-pack. At that he laughed and said, "I've worked hard on my guts, and I've got an eight-pack." With that, he whipped off his shirt and displayed a sensational body, and sure enough he had a superbly and deeply defined set of abdominals.

Without further thought, I blurted out "have you ever tried gut punching to test your stamina and endurance?"

"Sure" he replied, "my last training partner got really turned on by testing me".

"I'd like to have a go if you're interested " I said.

"OK, what do you want to do?"

"Let's go for 200 punches. Do you think you can cope with that for starters?"

"OK. Where do you want me to stand?"

"For the first 50, stand against the wall with your hands behind your head."

Without hesitation, he took up that position, and I moved in and started punching the eight separate muscles in turn, starting with the top two and then working down to the bottom, before moving back to the top two again.

He didn't flinch or moan, although I was punching progressively harder when I realised he could take any punishment I dished out.

After the first 50, I told him to hold on to the metal poles supporting the chin-up bar. To do this, he had to stretch his arms wide, which also opened up his rib cage and spread his abdominals a little wider. Without pause, I started punching again, using the same procedure, but punching as hard as I could right from the start. Once again, he took it all without a sound.

For the next 50, I thought I'd beat him. I told him to jump up and hang from the chin up bar. I then belted into him like a punching bag. He began to swing back and forwards, and every 5 or 6 punches, I'd hit him as he swung forward with my shoulder behind the punch. At last I heard him grunt, but he made no effort to drop down or suggest I stop. What surprised me was that when he dropped to the floor, he obviously noticed my hard-on, and without hesitation grabbed it and said "This really turns you on man".

For the last 50, I had him jump up and gab the bar again, facing the same way as the bar, and about 18 inches from the supporting metal poles. He then had to swing his legs back and wrap his ankles around the poles. This meant that his ribs were stretched wide, and as his back was arched and his abs also stretched, it was difficult for him to tense the muscles.

And so again, I belted shit out of him, expecting him to drop or yell for me to stop. It was only when I finished that he let go the bar, and dropped to the floor where his knees gave way and he fell to the floor wrapping his arms around my legs to stop himself falling down flat.

Because he wrapped his arms around my legs, I couldn't move, and so he had his face pressed hard against my rock hard cock that came up as I'd worked him over.

To my further surprise, without comment, he ran his hand inside my loose jogging shorts, took hold of my cock, dragged it out, and took it in his mouth. And so I enjoyed the best head job I'd received for a long time. He ran his tongue around the head, moved his head back and forward, pressing his lips firmly around my iron pole, taking the length of my cock down his throat. And he didn't pause until I exploded and blew jet after jet of cum straight down his throat, which caused his throat muscles to tightened around my cock head causing me to have my longest ever climax.

Eventually, he stood up, smiled happily, looked me in the eyes, and said "Man, I look forward to training with you far a long time, and taking on any more challenges you can think of".

Steve, I thought, you have no idea how much I'm prepared to work on you.