Chapter 8
Dean
Dean: Hey! I’ve always wanted to know what kind of workouts NFL players do each week. Do you think you can take me through a real football workout one day?
Colton: Hey Dean! Sure! I’d love to kick your ass! [smile emoji] I can meet you at the training facility any day. Just let me know what is best for you.
They met up a couple of days later.
“Thanks for doing this, Colton. Are you sure it’s Okay for me to be here? Isn’t the training facility for the team only?”
“Not a problem. Hope you can keep up.” Colton teased as he elbowed Dean in the ribs.
“And yes, the training facility is for the team only, but after your music video, you’re considered part of the team now.
You can come and go as you please around here.
And that comes straight from Mr. Lynch.” Colton winked. “Ready to go?”
Colton started them off with some light calisthenics—high knees, light jogs, side to side triple steps—before moving them into deep stretching for the hamstrings, quadriceps, and hips.
For the first drill, Colton set up a row of twelve parallel hurdles, the type used in Track and Field.
“Okay, this is an agility training drill,” he explained. “You’re gonna high knee up and over each hurdle, all the way down the line.”
Colton slowly demonstrated the drill, lifting his left knee over the hurdle and down on the other side, straddling the hurdle. Then the right knee over the hurdle and down, clearing one hurdle and moving on to the next one.
“See?”
Dean nodded.
Colton then demonstrated at full speed, flying down the hurdles in just a few seconds.
Wow! Dean thought, awestruck at Colton’s speed and precision.
“The idea is to get through the hurdles as fast as possible, without knocking any down,” Colton said. “Give it a try.”
Dean tried it slowly. The hurdles were a little taller than he thought. It was challenging to get his foot high enough to get over it.
“When you go faster, you’ll have some momentum and bounce, so it will be easier to get over them,” Colton instructed.
“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.
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 more on 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, patting him 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.
Dean rolled over and Colton helped him up.
“Well, these muscles aren’t just for show, ya know,” Dean joked, rubbing his torso.
“You’re a fucking beast!” Colton punched him in the chest. “Okay, one more exercise.” Colton walked Dean over to a pile of sandbags, in various weights. “We’re gonna do some squats.”
“Hell yeah! Time to get me a bootie like Colton Merrick!” Dean exclaimed with a fist pump.
Colton laughed and gave Dean’s ass a squeeze. “You’re already there, dude!”