tall, lean, smooth-skinned Aaron – standing there pantsless, with a damp washcloth in one hand and a moistened, rolled up hand-towel in the other. His stiff, slender prick pointed out from his pale abdomen like the mark on a sun dial.

I chuckled at the awkwardness of it, but soon silenced myself when Paul shot me a disapproving look. Aaron walked over to my sofa and reclined, his rigid cock pointing strait toward the ceiling of my little one-bedroom apartment.

Paul and I both watched quietly as Aaron pushed his rock-hard cock down into the crease between his legs. He then laid the damp washcloth over the top of his member, creating a miniature pup-tent. He took the folded up wet hand-towel and laid it across his lap as well.

He then leaned back, closed his eyes, and as a strained expression came over his face, the weighted fabric lifted from his lap and hovered a few inches above him. He held this position for some time, at least thirty seconds, before easing the wad of damp towels back down. “You see, the weight provides resistance, just like any other exercise. You have to focus the pc muscles to lift it. It’s like if you try to stop peeing in mid-stream – those muscles deep down under your taint.”

“Wow…” I almost whispered, a little astonished that Paul and Aaron weren’t pulling my leg. “That’s insane.”

“No it’s not,” Paul defended. “It’s necessary. Not only does it strengthen your erection and ejaculation, but it’s good for your prostate to be cleansed out from a good, powerful, ball-draining come-shot every once in a while.”

Looking back toward Aaron, who was continuing his repetitions of lifting and lowering the heavy log of wet towel, I rose from my seat at the dinette to get a better look.

“I’ve only been doing these for a couple months,” Aaron confessed with a heavy breath as he eased down another rep. “Paul is much better trained. He can lift a phone book.”

After another couple reps, Aaron gathered the towels from his lap and headed back to the bathroom to retrieve his pants. Still standing in the gap where the dining room ended and the living room began, I rubbed my jaw as I considered what I had just seen. Finally, I spoke what was on my mind. “Well, I’ve seen the preparation, but I haven’t seen the results.”

Aaron, halted and he and Paul gave each other a quirky smile. Paul stood and met Aaron the bathroom door. He reached down and curled his fingers around Aaron’s stiff shaft. “Well, what do you think?”

“We’ve come this far, why not?” Aaron agreed. “Only way to make a believer out of him is to show him what we can do.”

Together, they strode back to the kitchen to put themselves above the linoleum of the floor there. I moved further into the living room and took a seat on the couch where Aaron had been sitting. Paul unzipped his fly and pulled free his thick, half-rigid cock, which had already started to grow at the sight of Aaron doing his workout on the couch.

Standing hip to hip, and leaning back against the edge of the center island that separated my little dinette from the fridge and sink, they each wrapped their hands around the other’s cock.

In strong, twisting, milking motions, they worked each other over in synch.