After Peter left for work, his partner trudged out to the garage for another morning workout. When he finished the arm curls, he set the weights on the floor and lay on the bench.
The overhead light flickered and went out. Momentarily, a flash illuminated the space surrounding Devon.
“So, you couldn’t share your story about me?” Erik stood over him.
“No, I couldn’t tell him after what happened the last time you appeared.”
“Aww, it sounds like you’re feeling guilty about not being completely loyal.”
“That’s part of it.”
“You know you like my visits. I’m only spreading my Christmas cheer and trying to inspire your devotion to Peter. Now, let me spot you while you bench press this barbell.” He stood behind Devon’s head, his crotch brushing Devon’s scalp. “I want you to try twenty repetitions. I’ll help.”
Devon pumped continuously, inhaling and exhaling deeply, until he came to the fourteenth rep.
The Secret Santa lightened his load and prodded him to do additional bench presses, “One more.” With each progressing bench press, he forced his crotch closer to Devon’s head.
Struggling more on the twentieth, Erik pushed his bulging pouch into his student’s head, assisting him in finishing the last one.
As he set the barbell on the rack, Devon dripped sweat, his clothing and face wet. “I never thought working out could be this exhilarating. Thanks.”
“I’m just inspiring you. Look what’s emerging beneath your sweatpants.”
Devon glanced down and stood up. “Stop it! This isn’t supposed to happen. I’m not supposed to get this way.” He shielded his dick with his hands, attempting to hide what he felt.
“Calm down. That’s only natural. Stretch your imagination. Do you see what a good workout can do?”
“Well … yes. I … I guess I do.” Devon stuttered.
“Take a deep breath. You’re sweaty and exhausted. Smell the fragrance of your primal male hormones.”
“Go ahead and inhale.”
Still stalling, he gradually took a deep breath. It was not his own scent he smelled but that of Erik, whose body glowed in a glaze of white frosting. Devon’s eyes wandered to his jockstrap. His cock’s outline glistened beneath the thin layer of cloth that concealed his godliness.
“Now look at your own. Do you see what it reveals?”
A rush of euphoria stimulated Devon’s body, his penis protruding through the terrycloth fabric. “I’m embarrassed.”
“You shouldn’t be. Your daily exercising will build that muscle in your vital organs, allowing a buildup of blood. You’ll need it to impress your partner. This is necessary to your sexuality. I’m sure by Christmas you’ll be able to please Peter.”
Erik walked in front of him, leaned over, and pressed his body against his pupil’s.
Devon couldn’t restrain himself any longer. He wrapped his arms around Erik, hugging him tightly.
The garage went dark.
“I’m teasing again.” Erik laughed.
When the garage light came on again, Devon had his arms wrapped around a billowy cloud of white powder. Devon’s dick was very hard, more so than a few seconds before. “Shit! How am I going to explain this to Peter? The ghost of Christmas, who brings me close to orgasm every time he appears?”