"That's your workout for the day, Danny. You learn your lesson now, bitch?"
I finally got to my feet and glared at him. I didn't know what to say. He was right – I lost my temper when he was joking around about my butt, and was stupid enough to think I could get away with a cheap shot at him.
"Fuck, man! Yeah, I learned my god damn lesson."
"Good. Now show me some love."
Fuck.
"Come on, Matt. We're getting too old for this shit. You took me down and I learned my lesson, now let's just leave it at that."
I tried to avoid the inevitable. Probably around the time we turned 12, Matt's physique started to take shape. Puberty hit him early, starting with his crotch and quickly moving up his torso to his biceps. That's when he really began to appreciate being the center of attention and learned that if he showed off his assets, people paid him more attention.
Ever since, he's made sure I know he's top dog between the two of us.
"Kiss the muscle, man. Show me some love."
And damned if I didn't kiss his flexing bicep like a bitch, as usual. Just one kiss on his right bicep was all he wanted, and I gave up fighting that a long time ago. I guess it's just part of the price I pay to be his best friend, and I can live with that. It makes him happy.
He smiled broadly at me and turned around to head back to the mirror as he said, "We still didn't figure out what we're gonna do about our speedo problem, buddy." ...
Part 2:
As Matt continued to check himself out in the floor length mirror, I kept thinking about how I wish I had his confidence. Sure, he did have me beat in looks, body, and dick size, but I was still probably a solid 8 in terms of how a chick would rate my looks and build.
"Come here, Danny."
Matt called me over to stand with him by the mirror, now both of us checking out the look of our speedos in the frame.
"I have some ideas about what to do with our speedo problem, bud. First, let's talk about yours. You've got that fat ass on display and you're embarrassed. And I get that! You've definitely got more junk in the trunk than any other dude."
I really hated this conversation, but Matt continued.
"There's nothing you can do about it, bro. I mean, you definitely need to keep up the squats. Like, every day you need to be doing squats. That's gonna help with the shape, for sure. You still doin' squats every morning, D?"
"Yeah, man. I'm doing squats every day when I wake up. 50. Deep like you showed me."
"Ok, let's see how you're doing on your form," Matt requested.
"Really, man? Let me a least get some shorts on."
"Nah, don't bother. Honestly, I can check out your form much better with these speedos. Just face the mirror, and let me see you do 20 or so. Your personal trainer needs to keep an eye on your technique."
I didn't stress about this too much. Nothing Matt said was wrong, and really why should I give a fuck? It's just him and me in the room. I faced the mirror, spread my legs, and arched my back a bit, like he taught me. My ass was certainly on display in all its glory, pushed out in Matt's direction, with, as he put it, three inches of my crack showing above the skimpy navy speedo.
I could see in the mirror that Matt backed away a bit, getting a better view of my form as I bent my knees and brought my ass close to the floor for the first rep. Half-way down, I realized that the ass and thigh flexing I had going on was pulling my swimsuit further down my ass. Matt was watching this and quickly reassured me.
"Yeah, figures your suit would slip a little. Don't worry, your bubble butt is still mostly covered, D. Just work your way to 20 while I get a look at your form."
I just pushed through, watching myself in the mirror as I dropped to and rose from the floor repeatedly, making sure to keep my legs really wide and my butt pushed back as best I could. I could see Matt's reflection, too, with his eyes fixed on my butt and legs. He moved closer.
"Great – really good work, Danny. I can tell you've been doing this every day. You're much more comfortable in the squat than you used to be, and your thighs have gotten really defined."
It always made me happy when Matt complemented me. He doesn't complement too many people, and even I don't get praise from him often.
"Your glutes are toning up, too, bro."
Matt moved directly behind me at this point.
"Feel how thick this ass has gotten?"
Matt put his right hand on my ass and felt it for firmness as I continued my pace up and down.
"Seriously, reach your right hand back here and cop a feel, D. Check out your work. You should be proud of what you're doin' with this ass."
Matt grabbed my right hand with his and pulled it back to my right cheek. He guided it around for a minute and then let go. His left hand found my left cheek and he cupped it, keeping his hand on it while I kept moving. Matt was sort of squatting up and down in pace with me a bit, just not going as low or as high, to keep his hand on my ass.
"Yeah, that's it buddy. Work that ass. Get down low and pull back up, nice and steady. Keep your focus on that ass – think about how you're building it up. You're makin' that ass the best it can be, right buddy?"
"Yeah, I'm trying, Matt," I said in response.
I could feel the muscle in my ass, like he said, and it did feel firmer than it used to. At least if I'm gonna have a double x ass, it'll be solid and strong. I moved my hand back to my front, as Matt kept his left hand in place and mirrored my movements. I was hitting 20 when he told me to keep going.
"Just keep going, bro. You've got a good routine going. Might as well get in another 50 while we're here. But, I'll tell you, this speedo really isn't doin' much at this point," Matt chuckled.
It's true, I felt the speedo continuing to creep down my butt as I did the squats. I didn't really have a clue how far down it pulled or what it was hiding at this point.
"Here bud, really go deep. I'll spot you."
Matt pushed closer, pressing his chest and abs against my back. He put his arms under mine, and folded them up so his hands rested on my pecs. And... there was no avoiding it. The mound in his speedo was now pressed directly in the center of my ass, continuing to move up and down with my squats in perfect sync. Matt was a hands-on trainer. He often got close to me, feeling my muscle or guiding my movements when we worked out. And he always found something new to point out.
"Your chest is doin' good, too, Danny. I feel the work you've put in. Keep up the routine and maybe your pecs will outpace your XL ass, buddy."
Matt laughed out loud and I gave him an exasperated "ha ha" as I tried to keep up the form and pace, while he hugged me from behind.
"Now watch your spread, D."
Matt moved his hands down to my thighs and pushed out on the inside of my legs, physically encouraging me to spread my legs wider as I came up for the start of the next squat.
"Thaaaat's it, little buddy. Much better. Keep those legs spread and push that ass back. Really go to work. Push right back into me. That's right. Push that juicy butt back and keep it lined up with my speedo. Yeah, dude. That form is great. Feel the burn in that butt. Feel the muscle back there. I'm puttin' some resistance on you now – just push through it. Keep pushing."
Matt kept up the encouragement, and was applying some pressure against my back, pulling my torso in closer to him, and as much as I tried to focus, I couldn't help but think about his six-inch soft dong that was also pushing back against my ass as I pushed my barely covered ass into the front of his required speedo. I continued the workout, and he continued to coach me along.
"Ok, dude. Doin' great. Not many more to go. Keep the focus on your position. That's it – arch your back, legs wide, ass out. Good job, buddy. Now just keep it going, up and down. Up, and down. Lift that ass up, and push it back down. Push it right back against my speedo as we move down together," Matt instructed.
He had his head resting on my shoulder as he kept his hands resting on my thighs, connecting his speedo covered bulge against my nearly overworked ass as he glided up and down with me in time with my squats. He was speaking directly into my ear as he coached me along.
"Perfect, Danny. You're doing so good just going up and down. Such a great effort you're putting in. Feel that resistance I've got goin' on your butt, bro? Feel that pressure against your back side? Keep pushing back. Press back against that pressure, man. It's like adding weights to your routine."
Matt had picked up the pressure, as he called it, and I was starting to get a little freaked out. The "weights" he was adding to my routine were in the form of his crotch pressing against the center of my butt.
And then he called out, "50. Nice job, D!"
Matt stood up and backed away a bit as I rose up out of my last squat. When I was fully standing, I saw in my reflection that my speedo had pulled down further than I thought, and most of my trimmed curly hair was showing out the front of my suit, and it looked like almost every inch of my ass had been exposed, too. I was so focused on my exposure; I hardly noticed out of the corner of my eye that Matt's bulge seemed a little fuller than when I started that routine.
"Shit, Matt, I had no idea my suit had slipped this much!"
Matt replied, "Oh come on, bro. What's it matter? I've seen everything you have, and it's not like I give a shit about anything you've got. Besides, you're telling me you couldn't feel exactly where that tight-ass suit was pulling at your muscles?"
"Jesus. Whatever. What the hell were you saying before I started that routine?"
I just wanted to change the subject and get my mind off how much skin I just showcased during that impromptu workout.
"Oh! Yeah, man. So listen, Danny. I've got a few ideas about how we deal with your speedo problem. First, like I was saying, you need to start accepting the fact that you've got a fat ass and nothing's gonna change that. Now, I'm not exactly saying it's something you should be proud of, but it is what it is, ya know? So, I think you just need to start getting comfortable with it. The squats will get your ass in the best shape it can be, but then, you need to just deal with the fact that sometimes your ass is gonna draw some attention."
Well, that's not exactly what I wanted to hear, but maybe Matt's right. Maybe I just need to get used to it.
"For real, D. So, here's what I'm thinkin', and hear me out. First, you're gonna need to feel comfortable with the guys seeing your butt. You've got to shower after we get out of the pool, and you know that old ass locker room by the pool is a group shower. There's no hiding anything. Plus, dudes and chicks are gonna see you in the speedo. So, when we hang out from now on, you should be naked."
"WHAAAT? What the fuck, man? Why the fuck would I need to be naked when we hang out?" I was practically shouting back at him.
"DUDE, first of all, what's with the yelling, D? Chill – like now. Or you're gonna get me riled up, bro."
I bit my tongue for a minute while trying to listen.
"Like I said, you need to be comfortable being naked and having that ass out for the world to see. Even when we hang out and change to shoot hoops or use the hot tub, you always try to hide from me. I'm your best friend and you're still ashamed to show me what you've got. If I gave a shit about your little prick or your fat ass, we wouldn't still be friends, let alone besties, bro."
Matt was right about me hiding what I could from him. I was embarrassed. I didn't want anyone to see me with my underwear off, even him.
"So we gotta push you through this, man. Think about it – this makes sense. When it's just us, you go naked and eventually you won't care half as much about it. It'll make it much easier for you in swim class."
"Fuck, Matt. I... I mean, I guess that makes sense. Will... like,... will you be naked, too?"
"Shit, D. Most of the time we hang out I've got my shirt off or I'm just in my boxer-briefs. Maybe sometimes I'll go naked, too, if that will help you feel better about it. Good to know that's something you've got on your mind."
He gave me a shit eating grin.
"Matt I don't have anything on my..." I started, but he stopped smiling and cut me off.
"So that's one thing to do, for sure. And we can start that right now. Go ahead and kick off that speedo, bro."
Matt looked at me, waiting for me to strip off what little I had covering my exposed teen body. He just stood there with his arms crossed, still in his bathing suit, while I pulled mine down my legs and off my body. I'm sure my face flushed a deep red. I stood back up and tossed them on my bag, then waited a bit awkwardly before Matt continued.
"Perfect, D. You'll see. This is really gonna help you feel more comfortable about your body, and about other dudes seeing it."
Matt then dropped his speedo, kicked it onto the bed with his foot, and came close to me. Standing a few inches in front of me, with his monster dick hanging low right in front of my own less impressive member, he kept talking.
"Honestly, think about it. If you are afraid of something, you gotta face it. Right? That's what men do. We face our fears, and push through. You're afraid of guys seeing that tiny dick, so we'll get you used to showing it off to me – your buddy. You're afraid of the chicks seeing that fat ass you tote around with you? We'll get you used to showing that off, too, bud. Every day when we're chillin' in my room or wherever, you'll strip down as soon as it's just us, got it?"
"I mean, yeah, I'm concerned about my ass, but I'm not really worried about people seeing my dick, bro. You know it's not really that small. But, my ass is a..." He cut me off again.
"Danny, just cut the shit. You can tell me all day every day that your dick isn't that small, but look down. Seriously, look down now." He grabbed my head by the sides and made me look down, at our dicks.
"Look at those dicks, bro. One of them is he cock a man can be proud of – long, thick, uncut. And then there's your little circumcised dick. It's like, less than half the size of mine. That means, it's fuckin' small."
He flipped my head back up and looked me in the eyes.
"So – what's the plan?"
"I'll do it, Matt. When we hang out, I'll strip down. I get it."
"Perfect, so that's step 1."
Matt moved over to where he left his clothes and started to get dressed. I turned towards mine and started to pull on my underwear, too.
"Uh... what are you doing, D?" Matt questioned.
"I thought we were like, done?" I answered.
"No. I didn't feel like havin' your fuckin' faggot eyes on my dick anymore, so I'm getting dressed. You, however, are stayin' naked. Or did we not just cover that?"
I was starting to feel a little mentally exhausted. I pulled the underwear back down and embraced my nudity.
"Ok, that's better. Damn, I really love these shorts. They look good on me. Ok, so back to you. I think we can do better on the speedo front. We're gonna go back to the store, and buy that same suit in like, maybe the next three sizes up. We'll go up in size until we get to one that will cover like 90% of your ass. That will make you feel a lot better about your ass when we're in the pool with the girls, right?"
"Yeah, but..."
"Right, your dick. So, I figure while you're using those extra big speedos, you just stuff a sock down the front. Now, the waist has to be tight to pull that off, so if we need to we'll get you a pair that has a drawstring so we can make sure."
"Dude – I'm gonna stuff a sock down my fuckin' speedo?"
"Yeah, D, I'm glad you're on board with that one a little easier than my last idea."
I wasn't exactly on board with it, but Matt always ignored the implied question mark at the end of my statements when he was trying to talk me into something.
"So, we start you out with the biggest pair, and then as you get more comfortable with yourself and with other people seein' what you got, we move down a pair. Eventually we get back to the right size so you don't need to stuff anything down the front."
I didn't know what to make of this part of Matt's great plan for my speedo problem. Sure, it would be great to have more of my ass covered right away, but was I really gonna stuff a sock down my pants? That's like out of some stupid 80's teen movie. Though, I had to admit, I couldn't think of anything better.
"So that's it. I can't come up with anything else to do for you, bro. You'll keep workin' out that ass, we'll baby step your way down on the speedo front, and in the meantime we work on your body shame issues you've got goin' on by havin' you get used to bein' naked. 1, 2, 3, man."
I sat down in Matt's armchair, thinking for a minute, while he picked up his phone and started playing around on Insta.
"I guess I all makes sense, Matt. Honestly I think I'm gonna have a hard time, but I feel good about you helping me out with all this."
"For sure, little D. I got your ass covered – literally." He started to laugh at that, and so did I. Yes, I sat in Matt's armchair, naked, laughing with him while he was chillin' on his bed in his t-shirt and gym shorts, fully clothed. This was gonna take some getting used to.
"So, that was all about my speedo problem. What are we gonna do about yours?" I asked Matt.
"Right. I still have this massive bulge that will probably bust the seams on that speedo if I start to bone up. And I don't want that faggot Coach Summers using the look of my dick for his spank bank."
He grabbed his cock over his shorts to make a point about that massive bulge.
"The only thing that's gonna make any difference for my speedo problem, is for me to bust my nut before swim class, every single time. That's the only way I'll be able to keep the beast under control when that cunt Jenny comes wavin' her magic pussy in my face when we get out to the pool area."
Matt sat up and put his feet on the floor as he got more serious.
"And I'm not gonna be able to make that happen with your help, Danny."
End of part 2.
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