Page 83 of Gym Bros
“Good,” I say, assuming he means going back to training.
“Any pain?”
I shake my head.
Our eyes meet, and I get stuck. The need to pull him onto my lap and start making out with him is strong. He’s lucky the door is glass, or I might try it. Getting laid didn’t make me any less horny. It’s turned me feral.
In serious danger of popping a boner, I glance down at my hands. “What’s the plan?”
“Well, since you made it through a full day, I figure we can start working on that flexibility issue you have. Here.”
He hands me a woven strap and tells me to sit, facing the mirror with my legs extended.
All right, fine. This was what I figured he’d do—be all business—so there’s no reason to get butt hurt about it. I can be professional, too. I’ve been doing it all day.
We face the mirror, and he instructs me to wrap the strap around my feet, holding the ends in my hands.
He inhales, sweeping his arms over his head and then bends forward, his hands reaching to wrap around his feet, folding in half with his forehead on his knees before he turns his head to face me. His elbows are on the floor, the pose looking as easy as resting.
He does a little wiggle with his ass, rocking from side to side, until he settles.
“You’ll want to keep your back straight until you can fold fully into it,” he says.
“But that’s the goal?” I ask, nodding at him.
“The goal is to get as far as you can. I want you to feel it in your hamstrings and your back.”
I nod and lean forward, not getting very far when I start to feel my hamstrings pull. Once again, what is supposed to be a back stretch, turns into an ass yanking tug.
When he notices I’ve stopped moving, he asks, “Tailbone again?”
“Yep.” I can’t help but remember that my inflexible tailbone didn’t seem to be any issue yesterday when I was screwing him on his sofa, but maybe I wasn’t moving with as much finesse as I thought I was.
“Okay, let’s do this a few more times, then I have another pose I want you to do that might help.”
We proceed in silence as I sit and bend, sit and bend, my back stopping me every time, but it does stretch a few inches further. He stops me after about fifteen minutes and then introduces frog pose.
“This is more hips and inner thigh, but there’s a slight modification we can do that I think could help your lower back stretch out without breaking anything.”
“Sounds good.”
“Let’s start in cat cow.”
This is my favorite next to child’s pose, so I’m happy to get on my hands and knees.
Initially he does a few of the stretches with me, arching his back and sticking his ass out before curling upward. On his third descent into the highly suggestive cow pose, though, he glances at me, and because I’m absolutely watching all this with rapt fascination while I go through my own stretches. He stops and stands up. “Inhale,” he says.
I do, bowing up.
“And…exhale.”
I drop my lower back and feel the lower back stretch that’s so good it almost makes me light-headed.
“Okay,” he says from behind me. “Now, you’re gonna want to fold your hands together and spread your legs.”
I bite my lips so I don’t smile, or worse, laugh.
Soon enough, I’m in a very uncomfortable position that’s stretching the fuck out of my inner thighs and challenging my elbows.
