“As I check myself in the bathroom mirror, I want to back out. I’m wearing a skintight leotard/ bodysuit obviously designed by women who have no clue about men’s plumbing, because the outline of my dick is obscene. Don’t dudes who do this sport wear a cup or something? I’ve been on a trampoline, but I’ve never done synchronized trampolining. Looking at myself in the mirror, I can see why. I thought having a private trampoline session with two pros would be funny, something completely off the wal...l. This idea has completely backfired. I hear a loud knock. “Derek, come out!” Jumpin’ Jack bellows through the men’s dressing room door. I adjust and hope I can avoid further embarrassment by not getting a hard-on during this training session. When I walk into the gym, Ashtyn’s standing atop the center trampoline wearing a matching skintight leotard that leaves nothing to the imagination. Her gaze moves downward and her hand flies to her mouth as she giggles. “Oh my . . . Derek, your, umm .MoreLessRead More Read Less
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