Chapter 1: Chapter 1
I've been watching him for weeks now.
I know it's wrong but I can't help myself.
The guy walks around this gym like he owns the place. And the sweaty musk seeping out of the jungle of his pits permeates the air has he works out enough that I've been able to tell if he's done a workout from the odor at the front desk. Not that I mind.
He's my dream guy, which from past experiences means he's probably straight... He's a big guy, at least 7ft tall, and this is coming from someone who's unnaturally tall myself. He's thick all over, visibly around his thighs, arms and pecs which seem to bounce as he works on the rowing machine, and even though he walks around in skin tight underarmor, his dense, moist body hair overflows from out of the seams. He's got a pretty chiselled jaw, accentuated by the freshly trimmed ginger lawn of a beard, contrasted by the much less maintained tangledmess of moustache hair that he'd obviously been letting grow out. I wonder how much cum he'd catch in those things...
Fuck. Get your mind out of the gutter.
You fall for too many straight daddies.
"What is up with me?" you think to yourself, "I'm not normally this publically horned up."
You take a deep breath and begin to grab the smallest weight available, the one you've been working your way up to deadlifting all month.
Focus, deep breaths.
The smell hits you.
Focus. You begin to lift.
"Fuck I wish I could live in those pits"
No focus.
The bar lifts off the ground.
"Fuck it's like a sweet male ambrosia"
Your dick begins to stiffin.
No focus! The bar!
You shift your hands on the bar, raising it past your shoulders.
"You know what he's packing down there. You've seen it silhouetted under his grey sweatpants. Don't you want to see it fully grown?"
You're almost there.
"Don't you wish to see him grow? Not just his man cock, but his whole fucking alpha bod? As he pins you down, forcing you to grow too?"
It's too much.
Your hands slip, the bar tips as you fall back.
But then, there's no clang. The bar didn't hit you, but it didn't seem to hit the ground either. Not the deep thuds you've heard from the much more dedicated weightlifters.
You open your eyes.
"Hey bro. You okay?"
Scott is a meter away holding the bar in both hands, giving you a full display of the jungle under his arms. His mountainous, biceps eclipsing the shitty fluorescent lights of the gym and his musk hitting you at full force.
"You almost hurt yourself there. Can't be having any injuries getting in the way of the next biggest thing to *cum* out of this gym." He smirks on "come", exposing me to the bright white smile I had wet dreams about. My dick is so hard it hurts. He lowers the bar and steps forward, towering over you. His voice is a purr, sending chills through your spine.