Monday evening, Colby met Tank, Pete, and me at the gym. When he came out of the locker room wearing a tank top and running shorts, my d**k started to get hard. Pete's mouth fell open when he saw Colby's body.
"Dang," Pete said to him. "You got muscles!"
"I guess," he said modestly. "But you've got really nice definition, Pete. Why are you hiding it under that baggy t-shirt?"
"Thank you!" Tank said and he nudged Pete's shoulder.
Pete blushed and pushed Tank back.
"Do you work out a lot?" Pete asked Colby.
"I try to get to the gym three or four days a week. I used to be a gymnast in high school and college, and I've tried to keep in shape."
"Really? Show us something," Pete said excitedly.
Colby shrugged. "My wrist is still a little weak," he said and blushed a little.
"You're just
