Previously in Chapter 10:
"You just need to train until your butt is as hard as diamonds then. You've got... What? Two weeks left? Totally doable."
"Speaking of which. I should go do some more homework. You can concoct more ideas for me to seduce my professors on your own."
"Fair. I'll draft up some proposals and bring the best three for your consideration later."
"Only if you're the one seducing them," I retorted as I walked down the small hall to my bedroom.
I almost put on some shorts out of habit but then remembered Michael wanted me just in my underwear. At least it was getting to the end of spring. If we continued dating into the fall semester I might have to re-negotiate for a shirt at least.
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I managed to maintain my academic focus for another couple hours. Luckily Michael had made me cum or I might have had to take care of it myself so I could focus on something other than my dick.
In the late afternoon, we ended up deciding to hit up the campus gym together. I put on a white shirt and some black shorts, double-checking that the shorts were long enough and opaque enough that my red underwear wouldn't be visible.
The gym was pretty huge given how many students there were at our university. I had only come here a handful of times during the spring semester to use the treadmills when there was snow and ice on the ground. Luckily, Michael knew his way around so I just followed him.
Over the next hour, he taught me how to use some weight machines I had never seen before and also showed me a variety of free weight exercises to target various muscle groups. Throughout the coaching, he seemed to delight in groping me as much as he could without drawing suspicion during each demonstration.
It was embarrassing to get manhandled like that, but I couldn't deny I loved every second his strong hands were touching me. At first, I was paranoid that the other people around us would notice how overly handsy he was, but it didn't seem like our existence even registered to the other students working out.
We finished the workout by both doing some sets of bench presses while spotting the other. I was sure he was going to do something evil like teabag me while I was holding the bar, but luckily no such thing happened.
By the end of my last set, I was feeling a bit queasy and my muscles all felt like gelatin. He had helped me hit my shoulders, arms, back, abs, legs, and glutes. I was sure everything would be incredibly sore tomorrow until I got used to using my muscles for something heavier than swimming or running.
Michael toweled off his face and then used it as a whip to smack me in the butt. Another guy who was doing bicep curls nearby and facing us chuckled, which inspired Michael to do it again. I threw my sweaty towel into Michael's face for revenge and stole his towel from him when he was distracted.
"Okay, you win Noah," he said with a smirk as I snatched my own towel back as well. "Let's go to the locker rooms. I need to pee."
"Fine. I'll probably get lost in here on my own," I said as I stifled a yawn.
He led me into the locker room and towards the bathrooms. It seemed like none of the stalls were in use. I was surprised that the locker rooms and the bathroom area actually seemed pretty clean and well-maintained. Maybe all college students weren't slobs after all. Or the staff needed a raise.
Michael entered the stall that was the furthest away for some reason and closed the toilet lid. I looked at him in confusion and then he pulled me inside and swung the door shut behind us and switched the lock closed.
"Err... I take it you don't need to pee?" I asked. Did he want to make out or something?
"Nah, that was just the covert excuse," he said. I saw a mischievous twinkle in his eye. He scooted back to the toilet and sat down on the closed lid. "I thought you probably needed some post-workout protein. I always get really horny after I exercise too."
"Michael, I am NOT blowing you in a public bathroom," I replied with a face-palm. "Who knows how many STD's are growing in this stall? And someone could find us."
"Nah the stall doors actually go pretty low in this gym and they're roomy enough. You can kneel on the towels so you don't have to worry about getting dirt or pee on your knees."
