Regular Show One Pull Up Novels & Stories

He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off over his head, revealing a hairy chest, and tossed it onto the couch behind him. The room erupted in cheers and claps, like it was the funniest thing they’d seen all night, and I felt my breath catch in my throat as I watched. It didn’t stop there. The next hand went down, and another guy had to peel off his pants, standing there in his boxers while the group razzed him about his skinny legs.

I watch, waiting for one of them to pop a muscle because there’s no need for them to be going at that speed. “Eighty- one, eighty-two,” they chant in union while pushing themselves off the ground. “Five bucks, one doesn’t make it to a hundred,” Dre says beside me, also sharing the same evil thought with me. “No need to bet,” I laugh, “one’s definitely tapping out before then." Not even ten seconds later, the guy at the end collapses with a pathetic yelp, rolling onto his back and clutching his arm. “Predictable,” Dre says, and we both crack up as our classmate writhes dramatically on the grass.

I grab a beer from a cooler and head into the living room where most of the action seems to be happening. As I walk in, I stop dead in my tracks and take in the scene around me. Several of my teammates are relaxing on the furniture....with some random chick blowing them. In the living room. While two dozen people are cheering them on and Shivel is calling out things like "Thirty seconds boys! Suck harder girls! The title is on the line!" I want to pull my eyes away from the scene but I'm so stunned by what I'm watching that I can't. One by one, my eyes take in each of the contestants before they finally land on the dark hair I was hoping to see. But not like this.

This time, I did not turn back, but I bit my lower lip hard enough to draw blood. I had barely taken a few steps when a text popped up on my phone. "Yvonne, you didn't manage to get married again, did you? What a pity. It's okay, though. You can beg Nathan to marry you again later. The eighth time is the charm, right?"

As she reaches the row above the row of black marks, she catches the higher rocks and hauls herself up. Her feet dangle as she pulls herself higher, clearly all those pull-ups paying off, even as she hangs on just by her fingers. Girl’s even got strong hands. I, on the other hand, do not. So I go for speed. I reach for a rock with a black mark, but it vanishes. “Fuck.” I switch hands and the same thing happens. I swear I can feel the judges watching. The bastards are probably laughing their asses off. I force down the frustration starting to bubble in my throat, and ignore the tingling in my fingertips.

I shouldn’t have been doing this. Not in the middle of the day with the house supposedly empty. But the ache between my thighs had become unbearable the second I opened I*******m and saw the new story highlight from my hot stepfather, Richard. He was at the gym again—shirtless, sweat glistening over the hard ridges of his abs, veins standing out on his powerful forearms as he gripped the pull-up bar. The video was short, just fifteen seconds of him knocking out perfect reps, muscles flexing, that deep, masculine grunt escaping every time he pulled his chin over the bar. I had it on loop, volume low but audible, his heavy breathing filling my bedroom like he was right there with me.

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Jesse wiggled his brows, "and if I am?" "I'd say you should go meet Lora." "Ugh, wait a minute." Jesse said moving away from Peyton before he stared struggling to throw up. Peyton and I started laughing. "He's going to give a super man punch Jesse!" I shouted hitting Jesse. We both fixed our gaze on the TV and watched as Roman Reigns gave a super man punch and the referee counted up to three. And the shield wins! Jesse and I stared hollering clapping our hands together. "What do you think Pey," I asked hopefully.

CHAPTER 83: TRAINING DAY (2). LIANA'S POV. "Eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, tweeennnty-two..." I strained; it was even clear from the sound of my voice. "Let's see how many pull-ups you can do," Trevor had challenged. I scoffed and gladly accepted the challenge. By the time I got to the seventeenth pull-up, I began to feel the toll of the muscle strain, and I began slowing down as I found it hard to pull myself up.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I said it's too late to apologize, yeah I said it's too late to apologize, yeah * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Tugging on the rope attached to me, San pulled herself closer to me and jumped into my arms while I caught her easily and she breathed out the last two songs of the song before she executed a perfect split mid air while I supported her arms and body weight over mine. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *