hall steps headed toward the garage, his large barely covered backside jiggling and bouncing with each footfall.

He hit the switch and watched the garage door rise up. Like clockwork there was Mr. H in his usual spot "tending" to his garden. Adam smiled to himself as he turned his back to the old neighbor and bent over to pick up the weight bench and move it to the front of the garage. He could feel his thin lycra swim bikini work it's way between his full fleshy man cakes. He could also feel Mr. Hopkiss' eyes burning a hole through him.

Once the bench was in place Adam started some stretching exercises, all with his back to Mr. H, who, while pretending to garden, was now devoting all his attention to Adam's over exposed rump.

Adam spread his legs wide and bent slowly at the waist, taking great care not to bend his knees, and pushed his humongous ass way out. He could feel the thin lycra material working its way up over his plump, teen ass cheeks. The silk-like material tickled his puckered ass hole and sent a shiver down his spine.

He then straightened slowly and stretched his arms toward the ceiling. He pushed himself onto his tip-toes and began bouncing. His huge rump began to bob up and down. Like a slight breeze across a pond that causes ripples that seem to take on a life of their own, so was the case with Adam's plump ass cakes. They were bouncing wildly with very little movement from the teen. Behind him, Mr. Hopkiss' head was involuntarily nodding up and down in time with Adam's fleshy globes.

Now Adam was ready for his work out. He sat down on the bench, his legs spread wide and obscenely, his bright orange package resting on the black leather of the bench. Seductively, yet innocently, he allowed his hand to graze over his bulge. He locked eyes with his older neighbor who sat completely still and stone faced, watching the horny teen's private show.

Adam took hold of the dumb bells at his sides as he lay back, his legs still spread wide like a waiting whore. He began his set, raising and lowering the dumb bells. His cut off shirt was raised up high above his now hard nipples. He liked the way the leather seat felt on his mostly bared backside. He knew that Mr. H was getting a good show.

Soon Adam got back to his feet and grabbed hold of a barbell from over in the corner. As he positioned it on his shoulders his small T-shirt rode up again, exposing his erect nipples. Again he positioned himself so that his back was to his neighbor and began to do some squats.

With each knee bent he felt the material of his bikini begin to get swallowed up by his hungry ass cheeks. By this point, so much of his skimpy suit was wedged between his mountains of ass flesh that it resembled a thong more than a bikini. Silently, and with no expression, Mr. Hopkiss took in the whole thing.
Soon Adam stopped his squats and went right into lunges. The sweat was running down his body freely. His plump butt cheeks glistened like ripe melons as he lunged forward, the materials of his swim bikini continuing to tease his tight pucker.

Adam was hot and tired by this point so he set down his barbell