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The next morning just before eight, I checked in at the gym wearing my white shorts and green singlet. Kwame had me remove the shirt, and we started my training program. After a warmup on some equipment we got to the heavy weights, and the real workout began.

Kwame was really pushing me this morning, he said I needed to get a real hard workout. He pushed me so hard at times, I felt like I was going to collapse. He just kept pushing me as hard as he could, he said I needed to find my limits, so we could work from there. When I tried to go a little easy, he would get rough with me. I complained that I wasn’t sure I wanted that strenuous a workout, but he said I would get use to a good hard workout.

We finished the session and I was sore and exhausted, so Kwame said it was time for the showers. I told him that I hadn’t brought clothes to change into, and that I would have to go to my room to shower. He said that was fine but to hurry, because breakfast had been ordered earlier. I went to my room and quickly showered, then got dressed and joined Kwame in the dinning room.

Kwame told me he would be taking me on a site seeing trip around the city. I ask if we could stop by his friends clothing store, so I could thank him for the shirts. Kwame said that would be fine, that he wanted to get me fited with a nice form fitting shirt, that showed off my muscles. The waiter brought our breakfast and we ate without talking. Once we had finished breakfast, we cleaned up and got ready to do some site seeing.

We spent almost two hours site seeing, then we went to Kwame’s friends clothing store. Kwame formally introduced me to Mr. Asante the owner, then he ask about getting form fitting shirts for me. Mr. Asante smiled and said he was sure he could fit my body with something. He took us over to section for athletic builds, and ask me to remove my shirt. He then commented on Kwame’s work, and handed me a yellow form fitting shirt. I put on the shirt and got nice remarks from both Kwame and Mr. Asante. I tried on three other shirts, a dark blue, a orange, and a green. I took all four at the urging of both Kwame and Mr. Asante.

While at the counter, Mr. Asante invited Kwame and I to join him at his favorite restaurant some evening. Kwame thanked him and said he would love to accept his invitation, and would let him know when we were free. I thanked Mr. Asante, and told him I would look foreword to having dinner with him. He gave me a big smile and said he would look foreword to our dinner as well.

After we left the shop, Kwame remarked that he thought Mr. Asante was attracted to me. I ask what he ment, and he told me Mr. Asante had a thing for young men and boys. Kwame said Mr. Asante always had a good looking boy with him anytime he saw him out. I said to Kwame, I could see gay young me being attracted to Mr. Asante, that the man was very good looking for a older man. Kwame laughed and said he was sure Mr. Asante would love to have heard that coming from me.

We returned to the hotel and I went to my room, while Kwame got ready to start work. Kwame ask me to wear one of the new shirts that evening at our dinner.