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This is my first story and I welcome any comments or suggestion.
Dave
Part 3
Let me bring you up to date. Two month have now passed since I started working out with Hung. For me the changes are significant. I am going out tomorrow to buy new pants. I were only black bikini underwear so that is fine but I have lost a little over 2 inches around my waist so "the tighten the belt again thing" is just too much. I look forward to buying clothes because that shows I have made progress. But that is not all. I have also had to get rid of half my shirts having put on a little over an inch and a half around the chest many of my shirts are just too tight. So I am happy with the time spent with Hung. I know you want to hear about the other stuff to. Yes, there have been changes there too that started just this week. Let me share those with.
It started on Monday of this week exercises were over for the night, we had just finished updating measurements and I went to stand in front of Hung's mirror. It was great to know I had lost inches around my waist. That was my goal to start with anyway. And bonus to see my pecs rounding and more defined not to mention I just felt better and stronger. But as I said, I went to stand in front of Hung's mirror. I was looking for the start of that 6-pack we all want to have. Hung came up behind me to look over my shoulder and we admired the progress. No 6-pack your but at least there was a place to carve one now. While I was gazing and imagining I felt something poking my ass cheek and I realized that Hung was at least getting hard behind me. Now I could get a question answered that I had wondered about for the last 2 months. He had measured my 7 ½" and not it was my turn to find out what he was packing. So I turned to hung and told him now that his cock was hard and poking and me it was my turn to measure him. I sent him to get his trusty tape measure.
I waited in front of the mirror for a while and then realized that he had not returned so went looking for him. I found him curled up on the couch, one hand over his cock and ball and the other over his eyes and sobbing but at the same time trying to be quiet so I would not know. I sat down beside him to try and find out what the problem was. I put my arm around him and pulled him to me but he still would not speak. He then tried to tell me I would not understand and to leave. This was not something I was prepared to do so I pulled him to me and put both arms around him. He tried to pull away at first but once he realized I was not going to let him go his whole attitude changed. Not he hugged me back; in fact held on so tight we were almost one and the tears increased even more. This went on for what seemed like hours but couldn't have been more than 15 minutes.
When the tears finally stopped I again tried to inquire what was wrong only to have Hung say that he would tell me but he was sure that I would hate and never want to come back. I told him I didn't think so and to start at the beginning. Here is his story.
When Hung was growing up he was like any other boy until puberty hit the then problems began. All the other boys in gym were showing off the wisps of hair they were growing but Hung had none. The balls were dropping into the sack and rolling around for all to see but Hung was slow there too. Some the guys could grow to four and even five inches while Hung looked on in envy. Hung became so embarrassed that he seldom changed with the others and never shower at school. As time went on Hung's body did finally do some catch up. The balls did drop, a bit of hair did sprout, and his penis did grow a bit and get hard but it was too late for his self esteem. While I thought he had shaved his cock and balls to look sexier the truth was there was not much hair there even as an adult so it looked better shaved. But his penis on the other hand had never really grown. Out of sheer frustration one day he asked his father about his penis length only to learn he received that gift from his dad. Dad had only three inches and Hung as a teenager had a little over two inches hard but if his father was any judge even if he grew, he should not ever be more that about three inches. That is when he shared with me that here at 22 years of age the best he could do on a good day was about 2 ¾ inches. He then went on to remind me that if I didn't come back he would understand. Once I made him understand that size didn't and I would continue to return he then said he had another confession to make and was convinced I would hate once he told me. I let him know that he best get it out in the open so I could decide. At that point I could see tears forming in his eyes once again but before they could start running down his cheeks he stopped, blew his nose and decided just to tell me.
It seemed it was all about the conditions he wanted in place before he would be trainer. There were two that he felt I would not understand but would tell me anyway. The first was his requirement that we workout in the nude. He shared with be that he did that so the he could spend time looking at a "real" cock and balls each week without have to do it at work where someone might complain. At that point I reminded him that I didn't complain nor did it make the workout harder and in addition to that I had had lots of time to look at my body this last two months and liked what I saw. Now it was my turn to challenge him by advising him that if he let me continue I wanted us to continue in the nude. Then I asked if there were other conditions that had a double purpose and saw him hang his head. When he looked up Hung mention about taking pictures every few weeks and admitted to me that he used them to jack off to. Here I thought he had taken full body shots but he had take cock, ball, nipple and ass close-ups. Now I started laughing and said to him I know you have a computer and go online and you want me to believe that I provided you with the best naked guy picture you could find. This is when I found out that my acceptance of him right from the start had caused to see me differently from the porn found on the web.
Now he was feeling much better. We sat with our arms around each other just happy to be there at that moment together... friends that cared about one another. But I had one last to do for him and for me and reminded him that we still had one last thing to do and that was to measure him because, yes, he was once again hard. This time there was no fight or tears and I was able to advise when I was done with the tape that maybe his was still not finished growing because I measured it at a full three inches. Then he shared something else with me. Other than his doctor I was the only person in the world that had ever touched him. That meant he was still a virgin. That was something to think about. But then too, I was a grandfather but with guys I too was a virgin. I considered Hung a good friend and now had to decide what I could do to help him.
End of Part 3
This is my first story. So I welcome your comments and suggestions.
Dave
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