“Okay, let’s do this.” Dean shook his head and shoulders to psyche himself up before taking a big breath and pushing as hard as he could.
First hurdle…clear!
Second hurdle…clear!
Halfway over the third hurdle, Dean’s right foot caught on top. He tripped sideways, stumbling and crashing through the rest of the hurdles, knocking them down like bowling pins as he fell to the ground.
Colton laughed so hard he doubled over and dropped to his knees. “Oh my God! That was fucking hilarious!” He howled. “Can you please do that again so I can film it?”
“Fuck you!” Dean huffed, still lying on the ground. “Help me up, dammit!”
Colton offered a hand to pull him up.
“Set them up again,” Dean demanded. “I’m gonna get this, even if it kills me.”
“You do that again, it just might,” Colton snickered.
Dean flipped him off.
He tried again, clearing five hurdles before catching his foot on the sixth and falling back over the hurdle, crashing his balls hard on top.
“Oooooohh! Fuck!” Dean groaned, falling onto the ground grasping his balls.
Colton wrapped his arms around his stomach as he shook with laughter. “I think we need to move on. Otherwise, you might never be able to use your dick again.”
“Agreed. My dick is too valuable for this shit. Fuck these things!” Dean kicked one of the hurdles.
Colton continued to laugh as he moved the hurdles.
“Okay, motherfucker, you’re enjoying this just a little bit too much!” Dean scowled.
“Sorry, man, but if you had my vantage point, you’d be laughing too.” Colton patted Dean’s ass. “Come on, moving on.”
Colton took the same hurdles and set up two rows, six of them in a row, and then two cones about ten yards down the field. “Now, we’re gonna hop over each hurdle, then sprint down to the cones and back”.
“Are we racing each other?”
“Yep.” Colton smiled. “Scared?”
“Um…yeah! You’re fast as fuck!”
They ran the drill. Of course, Colton smoked Dean, but Dean managed to finish in a respectable time, not too far behind Colton.
“Shit! That’s tough!” Dean panted with his hands on his hips.
“But you did good though! You weren’t too far behind me.” Colton squeezed his shoulder.
Colton set up the hurdles in ninety-degree angles. “In this drill, you face the hurdle and jump over it. But, while you’re in the air, you have to turn so you’re facing the next hurdle…because as soon as you land, you’re jumping over the next one. The goal is to always be facing the hurdle when you land, then jump again as quickly as possible.”
Colton demonstrated the drill.
Dean was actually quite good at this drill. His moves were quick and sharp, and his turns in the air were very precise.
“Damn, Dean! That’s good! You move like a fucking cat!” Colton said with a smile.
“Thanks!” Dean was trying his best to keep up, but he was whipped, his hands on his thighs, bent over huffing.
“Okay, let’s take a little break.” Colton grunted as he patted Dean on his lower back.
