Colton grabbed two bottles of water out of a cooler and tossed one to Dean as they sat on the turf.
“Why did you want to do this?" Colton took a swig of water. “These workouts are brutal.”
“That’s exactly why I wanted to,” Dean responded, still huffing. “I never want the easy way out. I see how great your body looks and the high level at which you perform every Sunday. I want that for myself. And I’m willing to work hard for it.”
“You are just a fucking enigma!” Colton shook his head as he held the cool bottle to the side of his neck. “But thank you. The things we put our bodies through for this game are insane, but we have to. If we didn’t do these tough drills, our bodies would be much more susceptible to injuries.”
“Yep. And that would make you vulnerable for a trade, or being cut from the roster, right?”
“That’s exactly right.” Colton tapped Dean’s bottle with his own. “If you want to keep working, keep playing in this league, you’ve got to do the back-breaking work every week. Otherwise, you’ll end up sitting on the couch watching the games on Sunday.”
Colton finished his water. “Alright, Mr. Cat-like DJ, you ready for more?” He stood, offering Dean his hand.
“Yes, Coach!” Dean hopped up with Colton’s help.
They ran through a standard series of agility drills, focusing on quick footwork in and out of the agility ladder. Dean was almost as fast as Colton with these drills.
“Impressive!” Colton handed Dean another bottle of water. “You did really well with those.”
“Thanks! Those are more up my alley, because it’s all about rhythm.” Dean took a sip of water as he caught his breath.
“Yeah, I can see that…makes perfect sense.” Colton smiled with a nod.
Dean stole a look at Colton, sweat dripping off his brow, his white t-shirt wet with sweat, his round pecs and nipples clearly visible through his wet shirt.
God, those look tasty! Dean thought, licking his lips. He took a big gulp of water so Colton didn’t notice.
They finished their agility training with a series of running drills, focusing on quick direction changes and speed.
Colton cleared all the hurdles and agility ladders off the field. “Okay, Dean, you’re doing great! Now, we’re gonna work moreon strength. This is called ‘The lizard’. It’s about slow-moving strength and control. The idea is to stay as close to the ground as possible with your entire body, like a lizard.”
Colton demonstrated for Dean, dropping down into a plank position, then reaching his arms outward over his head, lowering himself down until he was only about an inch from the ground. He slowly moved one knee to his side, along with his opposite hand reaching over his head, and began to crawl down the turf, each motion expertly controlled.
Dean watched Colton on the turf, slowly moving his legs, his voluptuous ass slowly tilting side to side, taunting him, just begging him to reach out and grab it. He burned the image into his brain so he could use it later when he was home alone with his cock in his hand.
“Holy shitballs!” Dean exclaimed. “You look just like a fucking lizard!”
Colton hopped up with a smile. “Okay, now you try.”
Dean dropped onto the turf and set up in a plank. Colton helped Dean get started, coaching him on hand placement. While Dean was in plank position, Colton put his hand on his butt and left it there while he was explaining the motion. Dean’s mind was racing. Just that one hand was going to make him jump out of his skin.
Is he flirting with me?
Once in the low starting position, Dean grunted, “Fuck! This is tough!”
“Well, duh!” Colton snorted and patted his ass. “You can do it.”
Dean slowly moved his leg out to the side.
“Keep your hips low,” Colton coached.
Dean moved his hand, and before long he was crawling like a lizard down the turf, just like Colton.
At the end, Dean collapsed on his belly on the turf, groaning and sweaty. Colton straddled him and sat on his butt, pattinghim on the back. Dean nearly lost his mind. Goosebumps erupted all over his body as he felt the weight of Colton on his ass. His groans quickly shifted to moans, and his cock began to take interest.
Keep it together, Devlin!
“That was awesome, dude! I really didn’t think you’d be able to do that!” Colton slapped his back as he stood.
