Hey everyone. Here's another gut punch story. This story was initially written as my friend, Rocky Jordan, invited me and some of his other fans to come up with our own interpretations of these images that he created. He's been making gut punch images like these for years now on his Facebook page. I really liked what I came up with and thought it was really hot, so I wanted to share it here. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! Click the Read More button at the bottom or the title of the story to read the full story.
The calisthenics coach was working out shirtless at the outdoor fitness corner again.
Jordan was in his late twenties and was becoming something of a household name in his city. He had been working out since he was 15, and when calisthenics ballooned in popularity in recent years, he realised he could convert his love for his own muscles and body into a career.
Although he was not formerly a calisthenics athlete, his muscular build allowed him to pick up the various acrobatic manouevres quickly. Once his front planches and muscle-ups looked convincing enough, he launched a training service, which grew a sizeable local clientele consisting of the teenage boys in his area hopping on the trend.
They had no idea their coach was himself a relative newbie to the world of bodyweight training. They were going to learn soon enough that the coach’s muscles, that strapping six-pack he loved to show off, were also just for show.
As he was doing pull-ups and showing off his sculpted musculature to anyone walking by, Jordan had no idea that a disgruntled father of one of his students was watching him from behind.
Mike’s son had enrolled in Jordan’s calisthenics training programme. His son idolised Jordan. His reverence for the muscular 28-year-old started out innocuous enough: talking about Jordan’s taut physique, sharing details about his huge biceps and pecs at the dinner table, and working out at home to get closer to a body like Jordan’s.
Mike thought it was fine – boys need a role model to look up to and Jordan seemed like a reasonable, healthy, muscular subject for his son to follow after.
Things took a turn for the worse when Mike’s son began disrespecting his father. Mike’s son adopted Jordan’s alpha male parlance, littering his speech with vulgar and provocative language.
His idolisation of Jordan also bordered on the extreme. Mike noticed that his son had started printing out pictures of Jordan shirtless and pasting them on his bedroom wall. He couldn’t help but wonder if his son’s respect for Jordan went beyond physical admiration of a strong physique into a homoerotic attraction to his calisthenics coach.
Whatever the case was, Mike knew he had to put a stop to his son’s disrespect towards himself and his son’s unhealthy obsession with Jordan.
Mike was planning to beat Jordan up and show his son how weak, how “mortal” Jordan and his muscles were.
Stepping out from behind Jordan and into the hunky calisthenics coach’s peripheral view, Mike started: “Wow, I can see why my son talks about your muscles so much. Looking ripped, man.”
In fact, his elevated public profile was part of what made Jordan enjoy being a calisthenics coach so much. He was recognised by people in the city for his rock hard body specifically. It was a huge ego boost for Jordan, who had always put in so much hard work and time into honing his body.
“Thanks! Who’s your son?” Jordan replied, while flashing a winning smile. He continued hanging from the bar just to give the man a better view of his pumped muscles.
“Nick. I’m Mike, by the way. Nick’s been telling me about how big your biceps and chest are. He says you’ve got abs of steel.”
Mike moved closer to the hanging stud. He reached out an open palm facing Jordan’s striated six-pack and looked at Jordan, as if to ask “May I?”
“Go ahead, man. Touch my abs of steel for yourself,” responded Jordan to the unspoken question between two men.
Mike ran his hand over Jordan’s six-pack. Damn, Mike thought, this guy’s midsection is solid as hell. He testingly used a finger to prod Jordan’s core. Mike wanted to see how deep his finger could penetrate Jordan’s flexed abs. His finger didn’t get very deep.
Could I really beat this guy up, Mike thought. I’ve got to. I’m sure his pretty boy abs are going to break – those muscles are just for show, Mike steeled himself.
“You, uh, you ever do any gut punching as part of calisthenics training? My boy said your abs are invincible,” Mike said tentatively.