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I woke early, in spite of being tired the night before, and cleaned up and shaved. I put on shorts and a over the head shirt, with a collar and two buttons in the front, then I headed for breakfast. As I passed the front desk, the clerk informed me that Kwame, the bellhop, was waiting for me in the gym. He said I wasn’t to eat anything, that Kwame would be having breakfast with me later. The clerk showed me the door that led to the adjolning gym.

I decided to go check Kwame out and see what he wanted, it was early yet, about twenty minutes to eight. I entered the gym and Kwame gave me a big grin, then took off his t-shirt and flexed. He motioned me over, and ask if I was ready for my first workout. I told him I didn’t have any wourkout clothes, he smiled and said not to worry. He reach in his backpack and pulled out a pair of workout shorts, telling me he had thought about that earlier. He tossed the shorts to me and told me to put them on, that the shorts were clean.

Kwame then told me to take off my shirt, that I didn’t need it, and that he wanted to see what he had to work with. I took off my shorts and put on the workout shorts, they were a good fit even though Kwame and I are built different. Due to my height, six foot two inches, the shorts only came about half way to my knees. Kwame smiled and said not bad, I see you try keeping in shape. He walked behind me and ask me to flex, he then squeezed my biceps, and ran his hands over my shoulders and back muscles. He then stood in front of me, hit my shoulders and felt my chest. He said not bad, but we can do a lot better.

I told him I felt like a horse being sized up before being bought. He just laughed, and said I like to see what I have to work with, before I spend time with the horse. I ask if I passed his inspection, and he grinned real big, then said I had great potential. Kwame said we needed to quit talking and get to work on my body. He said he had done some workout earlier, so he would concentrate on my body.

He started in with some warmup lifting of lighter weights, and then built from there. Kwame pushed me to the breaking point, or point of failure with each workout on equipment or weights. By the time he called it quits, I was exhausted and sore all over.

When Kwame said time to hit the showers, I was lucky to be walking. I told him I didn’t have a towel, but he said the gym furnished towels. He said they were back in the shower room, so we headed to the showers. I sat down and took off my shoes and socks, then stood up and took off my shorts and briefs. I followed Kwame to the showers, and couldn’t help noticing what a great body he had when naked. I noticed he was well endowed, but not overly large.

When I entered the shower, Kwame made reference to my nice body. He said I looked sufficient, and had a great ass. He laughed and said he noticed me sizing him up, so he thought he would tease me. We finished showering and dried off, then went to get dressed. I started to put my briefs on, but they were soaking wet, where I had sweated. Kwame took my briefs and the shorts he had let me use, and said he would wash them before our net session.

Kwame reached in his backpack, and pulled out a bright red bikini brief and handed it to me. He told me to put them on under my shorts, so I put them on and reached for my shorts. Kwame stopped me and said he wanted to see how I looked in the bikini, and wanted me to model for him. I think I turned as red as the bikini, but I did flex, turn around, and walk for him. He laughed and said they looked great, that I looked sexy wearing the bikini. He slapped me on the ass and told me to get dressed, that it was time for breakfast. I noticed it was ten o’clock, so we had worked out for about two hours.

I followed Kwame to the dinning room, and we sat at the same corner table as last night. Kwame ordered our breakfast, said he wanted me to eat healthy while he worked with me. He said we would be having all our meals together, so he could control what I had to eat. I wasn’t sure how I felt about Kwame’s plans for my meals, but I didn’t say anything.

When we had finished eating, Kwame said he was going home to change, that he would be back for our lunch. He said he worked the evening shift at the hotel, so he could workout during the day. We got up from the table, Kwame headed home and I went to my room.