Break-up and make-up
- Good morning mrs Jones, I'm here to see Patrick.
- Good morning Andy, thank You for coming, please come in! Patrick told me You'll see him, I'm so glad he has a friend to support him.
His mom greeted me very warmly. I've never seen her before, but standing now in front of her it was obvious Patrick was all her genes. She looked young for a mother of a 19 year old, around average height and blonde, slim, moderate breasts, but I am pretty sure that her long, 70's dress was hiding an ample, wide and round bottom. She was a beautiful woman who has given birth to a lovely boy, and it was Patrick who I was interested in, not her. Or, at least not at this moment. [...]
The beginning
I've met him few weeks ago at a gym close to my newly rented apartment. It was a day of firsts - my first day after unpacking and starting life in new city, my first day the new gym, and it was evident that it was Patricks first day, even first attempt, at any sort of exercise. I was just about to start my run on a treadmill, when I noticed he was going to attempt to bench press an impressive load on bench press, and it was clear that the only people he would impress would be EMT, in a lucky event he wouldn't die under the bar.
I jumped off the treadmill and rushed to him just in time to grab the bar right before it crushed his chest.
- It's OK, don't worry. I got this.
I said to him calmly and slowly put the 100kgs barbell on the handles. I could see shock in his eyes, as he realised that what he did was not only so incredibly stupid, but also could have just killed him. I gave him a hand and pulled him off the bench.
- It was an ambitious start, I gotta give You that. I'm Andy by the way.
- Thank You sir.
He finally said gasping.
- I'm sorry... I don't have much experience working out. I didn't know.
Seeing him understanding his mistake was so heartwarming. And he was unbelievably cute. He couldn't have been more than 160, 165cm. Slim, blonde, medium flow off hair, blue eyes and cheeks rose of shame. He was a cherub, and I knew I'll take my chances with him. I grabbed his shoulder firmly but gently, looked him in the eyes and said
- You have Your first experience now, make it count.
I smiled and brushed my hand through his hair.
Are You alone here?
- Yes sir, it's my first take on the gym.
- And did You load this barbell yourself?
- I did.
- That must have been quite a workout on it's own. How much do You weight?
- 47 kilograms.
- I'm sure now You realise You put more than double your weight on the bar. And the bar itself is another 20 kilos.
- I just want to get some muscles.
- I know. And don't worry, You;ll get there. Have You done any exercise so far? Jogging? PE at school?
- Just PE. But I'm not very good at that either. I suck at team sports.
- That's not uncommon, You know, for boys your age? And usually it comes more to teachers that suck and lack basic pedagogical training. And how old are You actually?
- I'm 19 sir. Just got admitted into university. I don't want to start as a looser kid. Again.
- Let me tell You, You sure have spirit in You, I can see it. Do You still want to start seriously with You exercises?
- I do Sir.
- I'm a professional personal trainer and a physiotherapist. This is not my business gym - I live close by and this is my personal space, so I;m not making You a business offer. But if You want Boy, You can get on a treadmill with me, I'll see where You are, and I can offer You some guidance. Does it sound fun?
He finally smiled when I asked that, and smiled from the bottom of his heart.
- It does! Let's do it!
We ran to the treadmills, and i've started some easy jogging program.
- And do You have any name, or do I keep calling You Boy?
- Ohmygod, I totally forgot. I'm soo sorry. My name is Patrick.
I really loved his humble, shy and honest demeanor.
- Well, it's a pleasure to meet You Boy.
He didn't last long on the treadmill, but he did his best, and I didn't mind doing my workout light. He did manage to break 5k, although his cardio could use improvement. After that, I've took him back to the weightlifting area, but I've started him with some small dumbbells. 1kg and proper technique did show him respect. He didn't have any idea of training plan goals, other than to "impress his girl". This was a surprise to me. He didn't seem the type of boy who already is in a relationship. And honestly, I hoped he was single. But hey, teenage relationships hardly last long, and even less make it past the first semester of Uni. I didn't ask if he had any interest or experience with men obviously, as to not spook him, but I already started to suspect that he is surrounded by strong, determined women and doesn't have a male rolemodel in his life. And was more than happy to step in.
- So, how do You feel boy?
- I'm tired. Dead tired...
he gasped.
- Haha, I'm glad to hear that. It means You've done a good, honest workout. Be prepared that the next two or three days will be painful, but that's a great start, You know?
- How much painful? He asked with genuine fear in his eyes.
- Don't worry, You'll be OK. You've done really well. Come on now, grab Your stuff and let's head for the showers.
I said as I patted his back. He didn't seem to mind, so I kept my hand there for a few steps and stroked his lower back a few times. When we got to the locker room, I told him to undress and come meet me at my locker before he hits shower. I got naked myself, and took my notepad and a pen. Sitting on a bench he came to me wearing only plain black briefs. His skin was healthy, ivory pale with a rose shade. And not a single dark hair on his body. He wasn't malnutritioned, he was healthy, but there he was really skinny, I could easily see ribs under his skin. But what really got my heart running was his peach of a bottom. Now I understood why he wore shorts that seemed so baggy. His hips were wide. They would be considered wide even if he was a girl. I would feel safe to bet that his waist is over 90cm. And the only fat that he had on his body, accumulated in his bubbly butt. It was evident that his hormonal development took some unusual turns, especially considering that there were no signs of gynecomastia. It was evident now where his idea to hit the gym to impress the girls came from - this wasn't a body type that would be popular with girls. And honestly, no amount of gym won't help him get body even vaguely resembling a canonical athlete.
I could only wish for him, and hope for myself, that young as he still was, he was at least heteroflexible or bicurious. Judging by his first steps at the gym it was safe to assume that his girlfriend didn't have any intentions of encouraging him to explore his gentle side, I decided it's perfectly fair for me to try.
Looking at this masterpiece of anatomy I thought to myself that dressing him in plain boy briefs was a crime, and I couldn't hide my erection even if I tried. He tore me out of my thoughts though.
- Anything exciting in that notebook?
If he wasn't so shy I would be sure he was making reference to my hard-on.
- There might be, actually.
I started scribing, and tore a page out.
Here's my phone number, and my home address. Don't loose it. And write down Yours for me here.
I handed him my notebook. He wrote eagerly, and with a smile on his face.
- So, does it mean we're friends now?
He asked when handing it back.
- Friendship is a big word, Boy, and I don't know You that well yet. Would You like us to be friends?
