Page 84 of Gym Bros
“I don’t really feel this in my back.”
“Yeah, I know. Just find the stretch first?—”
“I got it.”
“You can readjust until it’s not pulling too much. I’m gonna have you moving here in a second.”
Thank God, because I don’t know how long I can hold this one.
I readjust on my mat until my inner thighs are screaming a little less and try to balance my weight between my elbows and knees.
Meanwhile, behind me, he’s moving my calves, pulling them parallel to my center line.
“So now,” he says, “I want you to kind of…drop your lower back between your legs and shift your weight forward onto your elbows. You should feel a mild lower back stretch.”
My lower back doesn’t do anything “mild,” but in following his directions, I’m positive I’m doing something wrong. It feels a lot like…
Fucking.
“There you go,” he says. “Now rock and back and forth from where you started. Go slow.”
“Are you enjoying this?” I ask.
“Shut up, Samuel.”
“Just saying, it feels a lot like?—”
“I get it,” he snaps. “Is it helping?”
“Yeah, feels great,” I say as I put a little more movement intoit. My dick gets hard as I start to picture him beneath me, his legs around my waist, those pretty red lips parted on gasps.
“Am I doing it right?” I ask when he doesn’t correct me or anything.
Because this can’t possibly be what he meant for me to do. I’m literally mimicking sex, but all he’s got to say is, “Yeah. I mean you could go a little slower. Really feel the stretch.”
“Uh-huh.”Goddamn. “I’ve seen hockey players do something like this when they warm up.”
“It’s a really good hip stretch,” he says. “Makes sense.”
Now that he mentions my hips, I start to notice them, and I don’t like the way they’re feeling. Like they’ll be extremely sore tomorrow. “How much longer?”
“A few more thrusts—I mean?—”
I shake my head. “I know what you mean.”
“Okay, Jesus. Stop.”
I put my palms on the mat and close my legs, sitting back to kneel.
“Let’s try the forward bend again,” he says.
“Hang on,” I tell him. “Are you okay?”
He meets my eyes and winces. “Why? What do you mean?”
“I mean, I get why you’re not throwing yourself at me, but do you have to act like we’ve never met?”
“I’m not,” he argues. “I’m trying to fix your tailbone.”
