Regular Show One Pull Up Novels & Stories

“You always take everything so precisely. Just say: nine kilometers in half an hour. " "Probably ten kilometers then!" Josh groaned from the floor. "You always have to be so specific about everything!" "And you have to see a competition in everything." "I only get really good when I'm really encouraged!" Janik defended himself. "Speaking of competition, who can do the most pull-ups?" Josh sat up. "Give me five minutes and I'll be there." An hour later, both men were knocked out, Janik had beaten Josh on the pull-ups and Josh had trumped him on the box jumps. "Are we going to have breakfast?"

The song believer, by Imagine dragons is playing, and I smile. Roman loves this song. I lean up against the back wall as I watch him, the beat to the music deep and sexy. Roman’s legs are straight as, he pulls himself up on the bar. His workout shirt is wet and clinging to his skin. Up, down, up, down, up, down. His ass is tight and muscular. Mighty fine. How strong do you have to be to do this many pull ups? He drops to the floor from the bar. Then bends over with his hands resting on his knees.

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"Sounds like something a stalker would say." He smiled and put his hands out to help me up. "Come on, let's go do some pullups and TRX exercises." He led me over to a large power rack in the center of the gym, pulled off his shirt, and hopped up, grabbing hold of the pullup bar. He gripped the bar as he pulled his body up, all the muscles in his upper body revealing themselves. Oh Goddess, I felt a strong tingle between my legs. I couldn't deny my strong attraction to Blake.

I said. He grinned like the devil himself. “Have you ever touched that pretty little pussy thinking about one of us?” My cheeks burned, but I answered honestly. “Yes… once or twice.” “Hot,” Chris muttered. “Which one?” “That wasn’t part of the question,” I laughed, squeezing my thighs together. “My turn. Chris—truth or dare?” “Dare.” “Pull your shirt up and show us those abs for ten seconds. And make it sexy.” Chris stood, slowly peeling his shirt up to his neck. His stomach was stupidly defined, the kind of abs that made you want to run your tongue along every ridge. He flexed, making them pop.

My toes curl desperately inside my sandals as I pull, fighting not to end up face flat on the ground. Suddenly, the guys start coming toward us, tilting. “Yes!” Candace hisses, pulling harder than anyone else. “They’re letting us win,” Barbara admits. “Who cares?” Candace replies. “Pull the fu—ing rope!” I pull, marching backward with my heels. My arm and fist muscles clench. Cheers echo. And in a minute, the guys slowly let go, making sure we don’t fall as we pull the rope to our side. The room erupts in screams and claps.

No response. Marcus looked at it, his jaw tight. "Must have missed it." The table fell silent except for the scrape of forks on plates. "So, Marcus, Devon tells me you hit fifteen pullups today," Ethan said, clearly attempting to redirect. "That's impressive progress." "Not impressive enough." Marcus finally took a bite of pasta, mechanical and joyless. "You're being too hard on yourself, brother," Devon said quietly. "You're doing great." "Am I?" Marcus looked up, and Bella saw something in his eyes that made her chest tighten.

“It wasn’t him! You just found a random person to help your case!” That man, James Swift, did not want to admit it either. He kept saying that he would report me to the police. I smiled and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll get him to speak.” Adam immediately severed his pinky. James yelled in pain, and Mandy screamed in fear. “William…” She gulped. “Just let it slide. I’m afraid. Let’s go back, please? Jade is insane.”