Regular Show One Pull Up Novels & Stories

He said that as he unbuttoned his shirt, showing his perfect abs Stephanie sighed and Luke walked toward her, topless. He then said, “Let me help!” Luke helped her with her back zipper. He pulled it down and he can see her bare skin perfectly. ‘Fuck! I really need to hold this! Damn it! I want to fuck her so hard!’ He said to himself Stephanie moved freely and she took her casual clothes, about to put them in. However, Luke, who looked at her intensely, suddenly pulled her to his embrace.

“Three sets of eight reps with a ninety second break in between each.” Then he’s gone from my space again, leaning against the wall nearby with his arms crossed, waiting for me to begin. I get through my first set of eight reps, gritting my teeth with each pull up. Reid’s intense, searing gaze is on me the entire time, watching and assessing me. Pinpricks of heat move over my body where his eyes linger, a sample of what his touch might feel like on my body. I let out a sigh of relief when I drop to the floor for my ninety second break, grabbing my water and taking a long sip, taking in deep breaths to prepare myself for the next set.

My serious determined gaze meets his mildly amused one and I'm too focused to care that he's walking closer and holding his hands out on either side of me in case I fall. "I got it. I got it." I continue as I begin to lift myself up using my arms. They shake and I momentarily curse my upper body strength - or lack thereof. It takes me a good amount of time struggling but I finally will my body above the bar, effectively doing a pull-up. I hold the position and look down at Alejandro, my eyes wide as a smile takes up my features. My hands are shaking and I'm about to crack, but I hold it. "I'm doing it!" I exclaim trying my hardest to hold it.

“Well, as a past leader of the female training team, I know that the pull test will be used. You'll need to be able to pull to defeat whoever they put up against you. The trick there is to get a good grip over the rope and make sure you don't pet go regardless of how good they pull.” “I'm going to pull these. They look so strong and rough that I'm sure I won't be able to pull it.” My lips pulled open as the words rolled out. My fingers reached for the rope as I raced my fingertips against the rough edges. It scratched the back of my fingers and I jolted backwards z my fingers retareatinf as I accessed them with my eyes. “You don't have to worry about that. I'll show you instead of boring you

"Again." By rep eight my arms burned from clinging to his neck, my thighs trembled uncontrollably around his waist, but he did not slow. The ceiling mirror was merciless. My tits bounced heavily with every drop, the clear bulge in my lower belly every time he bottomed out, the glossy white ring of cream growing thicker around the base of his cock, and the growing puddle spreading beneath us on the floor. At rep fifteen he switched to kipping pull-ups. Fast, violent, using momentum.

Alex's POV: I did my first set of pull-ups at seven and my arms were already feeling the morning session but I kept going because tomorrow was a physical round and physical rounds were won by people who had prepared when they were tired and not just when they were fresh. The bar above my door frame. Standard. I had put it up in the first week. I pulled. Released. Pulled again. My father and Silver Luna. Gregory Thorne and Selene Silver, aka Blake's mother.

I grunted, lying back. As I gripped the bar and started my set, Evan leaned over me to "spot" my chest. From my angle, looking up, I realized his own gym shorts had ridden up—or been pulled down. His thick, throbbing cock was staring me right in the face, inches from my nose.

“She’s probably wet already.” Marcus got dared to do twenty push-ups. He didn’t even hesitate. Just dropped into position on the rug, arms flexing under his t-shirt, that big body moving in a slow, controlled rhythm. Every time he lowered himself, the muscles in his back shifted under the fabric. His ass flexed in his jeans. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his neck. Jake started counting loud. Tyler joined in. I couldn’t look away. “Deeper, Marcus,” Jake teased. “Show Vee how you do it.”

°°°°°°° AUTUMN “STOP WORRYING.” I gave out a small laugh as I kept the fridge door open with my elbow and put a cart of milk on the shelf then closed the door while my other hand was holding the phone close to my ear. “I’m sure Colton won't notice that you haven’t shaved your legs.”

Why was that guy everywhere? She slowly slid to the floor in a splite while the other two girls were encircling Ethan and entertaining his friends. Hazel glanced up at Ethan and saw that the guy wasn't looking at her. He was looking down at his nails as if he found them more entertaining than her. She slid her hands on his thighs and used them as leverage to pull herself up. “Um... it's not really...” Ethan fidgeted.