down slowly to his chest and pushed it up. He did
a set of ten with solid weight before he sat up and we pumped fists. He did two
more sets like that, adding weight each time.
It was then my turn. I weighed a
little more than he did, so I could lift more. He spotted me, and I took it to
eight each time. When my sets were done, I went to the water cooler to get a
drink. When I came back, he got 60 pound free weights for each arm and did
chest presses again. We each worked those sets until we were dripping sweat off
our bodies.
“So how's life, man? What have
you been doing these days? Haven't seen you in a bit.”
“Not much, really. Training for
the fights. Been out a few times, but mostly training,
man. And of course school too, but let’s be honest, it's not my focus.”
Craig laughed at that. “No doubt. Heading for the big time, man.”
“You know it.”
“So what about the ladies? I heard you screwed some art
student,” he laughed. “Not really your regular type there, is it?”
I didn't like what he said, and I
bristled briefly, not saying anything. Fucking Kyle; I could almost kill the
guy for opening his mouth, apparently all over campus. He didn't even hang out
with my brother, and yet my brother had heard the same gossip everyone else
had. I didn't like that my teammates knew about her, and assumed she was just
some girl I banged one night. I certainly wasn't going to add insult to injury
by continuing on with that kind of talk. There was no way I was going to
continue on with the rumors, and make the situation worse. I was lucky that
Natalie was still talking to me…and fucking me.
“Let's not talk about the girls
in my life. How about we talk about the chunky girl you are still dating. Why
haven't you unloaded her by now?”
“What the hell are you talking
about?”
“Your girlfriend, man. Why are you talking about Natalie?
Look at your girlfriend. She put on, like, 20 pounds since you started dating.
Why don't you drag her in here? She used to be hot, but she's not anymore.”
“Crystal isn't fat.”
I laughed. “If
you say so.”
I could tell I was getting a rise
out of him and it's exactly what I wanted―for the topic to get off of
Natalie.
“You're a dick, man.”
“ Ahhh ,
I'm just busting your balls. I love Crystal; you know that. But you should
bring her to the gym sometime.”
“Let's just finish this workout,
and get the hell out of here.”
I loved my brother, but he was
easy to get to if I really wanted to. When he met Crystal, she was a sweet
piece of work. All ass and tits, and everything was firm. They had been
together for two years now, and she just gotten a little too comfortable in the
relationship with her fighter boyfriend, and had eaten one too many bag of
chips. She no longer went to the gym, and although it was true she wasn't fat,
she could definitely stand to lose the 20 pounds she packed on. Craig was
sensitive about the issue, because he didn't like the extra weight she had
gained. They often fought about it because Crystal didn't like him bringing up
her weight. Anyway, the two of them had issues, and if I ever needed to change
the subject, bringing her up was a great way to do that.
We set ourselves up to do
chin-ups, and we worked at doing 25, which was a sick amount. When I finished
my set, every muscle in my upper body burned, especially my arms that felt like
noodles. Next, Craig did a set of 15 chin-ups, and then we went to do shoulder
presses.
We continued on through our
workout, hitting chest, shoulders, and we finished up with abs. We continued
chatting about nonsense, and the conversation never went back to Natalie, which
I was relieved about.
“When was the last time you
talked to Mom?” Craig asked me.
“I don't know, last week I guess.
Why?”
“Oh just wondering. She invited
Crystal to some benefit, and she wants me to go with her. Are you going?”
“I haven't heard anything about
it, and if I had, I would have declined. I
a set of ten with solid weight before he sat up and we pumped fists. He did two
more sets like that, adding weight each time.
It was then my turn. I weighed a
little more than he did, so I could lift more. He spotted me, and I took it to
eight each time. When my sets were done, I went to the water cooler to get a
drink. When I came back, he got 60 pound free weights for each arm and did
chest presses again. We each worked those sets until we were dripping sweat off
our bodies.
“So how's life, man? What have
you been doing these days? Haven't seen you in a bit.”
“Not much, really. Training for
the fights. Been out a few times, but mostly training,
man. And of course school too, but let’s be honest, it's not my focus.”
Craig laughed at that. “No doubt. Heading for the big time, man.”
“You know it.”
“So what about the ladies? I heard you screwed some art
student,” he laughed. “Not really your regular type there, is it?”
I didn't like what he said, and I
bristled briefly, not saying anything. Fucking Kyle; I could almost kill the
guy for opening his mouth, apparently all over campus. He didn't even hang out
with my brother, and yet my brother had heard the same gossip everyone else
had. I didn't like that my teammates knew about her, and assumed she was just
some girl I banged one night. I certainly wasn't going to add insult to injury
by continuing on with that kind of talk. There was no way I was going to
continue on with the rumors, and make the situation worse. I was lucky that
Natalie was still talking to me…and fucking me.
“Let's not talk about the girls
in my life. How about we talk about the chunky girl you are still dating. Why
haven't you unloaded her by now?”
“What the hell are you talking
about?”
“Your girlfriend, man. Why are you talking about Natalie?
Look at your girlfriend. She put on, like, 20 pounds since you started dating.
Why don't you drag her in here? She used to be hot, but she's not anymore.”
“Crystal isn't fat.”
I laughed. “If
you say so.”
I could tell I was getting a rise
out of him and it's exactly what I wanted―for the topic to get off of
Natalie.
“You're a dick, man.”
“ Ahhh ,
I'm just busting your balls. I love Crystal; you know that. But you should
bring her to the gym sometime.”
“Let's just finish this workout,
and get the hell out of here.”
I loved my brother, but he was
easy to get to if I really wanted to. When he met Crystal, she was a sweet
piece of work. All ass and tits, and everything was firm. They had been
together for two years now, and she just gotten a little too comfortable in the
relationship with her fighter boyfriend, and had eaten one too many bag of
chips. She no longer went to the gym, and although it was true she wasn't fat,
she could definitely stand to lose the 20 pounds she packed on. Craig was
sensitive about the issue, because he didn't like the extra weight she had
gained. They often fought about it because Crystal didn't like him bringing up
her weight. Anyway, the two of them had issues, and if I ever needed to change
the subject, bringing her up was a great way to do that.
We set ourselves up to do
chin-ups, and we worked at doing 25, which was a sick amount. When I finished
my set, every muscle in my upper body burned, especially my arms that felt like
noodles. Next, Craig did a set of 15 chin-ups, and then we went to do shoulder
presses.
We continued on through our
workout, hitting chest, shoulders, and we finished up with abs. We continued
chatting about nonsense, and the conversation never went back to Natalie, which
I was relieved about.
“When was the last time you
talked to Mom?” Craig asked me.
“I don't know, last week I guess.
Why?”
“Oh just wondering. She invited
Crystal to some benefit, and she wants me to go with her. Are you going?”
“I haven't heard anything about
it, and if I had, I would have declined. I
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