It had been a hard day and I was looking forward to releasing a bit of tension in the gym. Normally I attended spinning class or body pump. Something with lots of music and movement to get the blood surging and work up a sweat. Today though, I was going to try the weights. I had a decent body, smooth, well defined, nice shoulders and pecks, but I wanted to try something different.
I had left work early and chosen the quietest day of the week for my first weight session. I didn’t want to get in the way of the regular guys who would be lifting a lot more weight than me.
I sat down on the bench in front of my locker and stripped off. The place was deserted. I was just toying with the idea of jerking off while the place was empty when the door swung open and in walked the cutest guy I had ever seen. He reminded me of a young actor I had once seen. He had the same green eyes and boyish cuteness. It was a look that always had an hypnotic effect on me and still does.
I quickly turned my back to him so as to hide my growing erection and bent over to pick up my shorts. When I stood up he was already at his locker and was opening it, but he was looking in my direction. In the direction of my ass to be exact. Seeing that I had turned to face him he lifted his eyes, raking my entire body with his gaze before fixing those heavenly green eyes on mine. He looked unashamedly into my eyes, smiled and said a simple “Hi!”
“Hi!” I replied.
“Do you come here often?” he said, with a slight smirk on his face that gave away the fact that he new what a cliché the question was. “It’s just that I come here at this time every day and I’ve never seen you before.” he quickly followed up.
“I come to the gym a lot” I said, “but not normally at this time.”
He nodded acknowledging my reply but said nothing. I didn’t want to let the conversation go so I continued. “I normally do classes but I’m going to try out the weights today.”
“Well if you need any help just give me a shout.” he smiled.
We continued to get changed, exchanging glances but saying nothing. I had the distinct impression that he was just as keen to try to find something to say as I was but, as usually happens in these circumstances, the result of so much effort and tension was silence.
I did notice though that his eyes seemed to be magnetically drawn to my ass, so I did my best to give he a good show as I took longer than usual to adjust my underwear and shorts. He, in turn, had not only a magnificent ass but an enormous bulge to match and seemed to be working hard at letting me see it as he adjusted his stretchy trousers. Finally though, I couldn’t delay any longer and was ready to enter the gym.
“See you in there.” I said as I made my way out of the changing rooms.
“Sure, see you in there.” he replied.
The gym was almost as empty as the changing rooms had been. The music was beating away softly in the background and there was a feint but not unpleasant, smell of sweat mixed with room deodoriser and cleaning products. I made my way to the first piece of equipment but soon realised that I really didn’t have a clue as to its correct use. I was struggling to set the correct weight and I new that my form was out of whack as well, but I didn’t know what to do to correct it. As I struggled pathetically to get it right, I felt a light tap on my shoulder that made me start.
“You really look like you could do with some help.” It was the guy from the changing rooms. “Look, let me show you.” he said, as he positioned himself behind me.
I was about to stand up to let him get to the equipment but he placed his hand on my shoulder.
“No! You stay there and I will help you to get the right position.”
I sat back down and he placed his hand on my lower back just above the waistband of my gym trousers.
“First of all, don’t hollow your back so much.” he advised.
Coming round to my side he placed his other hand low down on my stomach.
“Tuck you stomach in and straighten you back. Now plant you feet flat on the floor so that your thighs are parallel with it.”
To emphasise what he meant he knelt down and placed a hand on each thigh.
“That’s it!” he encouraged.
He moved back around behind me and said, “Hips straight!” as he placed a hand on each hip.
“Good! Good!”
He watched me do a few sets as I pulled down on the bar, raising the weights on the machine.
“That’s great!” he said. “Now lets work an opposing muscle group. Come over to this machine and we’ll do some overhead presses.”
We walked over to the machine he had indicated and he set the weight and height of the bar for me.
“Okay, away you go!” he commanded.
I stood under the bar and prepared myself to push it over my head. In the mirrors that lined the walls I could see him standing behind me looking at my ass.
“Stop!” he said. “If you do it that way you’ll hurt your back.”
He moved around to my side again and this time placed one hand on my stomach and the other on my ass. I flushed a little, partly with nerves and partly with excitement. After all, I wasn’t used to having a guys hand on my ass. He pushed gently with both hands correcting my posture and I began to get a boner. I pushed hard on the bar, lifting the weight and the material of my pants stretched showing the outline of my stiffening cock. His eyes glanced down as he continued applying pressure with both hands on my stomach and ass and then he looked at the mirror. I was looking at my own stiff cock and I could see that he had noticed it too. Then his eyes lifted to meet mine and he smiled.
I pushed again and instead of looking into the mirror he moved position so that he was facing me. He never took his eyes of my rod as it grew and grew. It was no good trying to hide it. With each push of the weight I tensed my stomach and another surge of blood would fill my swollen member. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the final push.
As I rested the weight back into position, I opened my eyes. He smiled at me again and said “Shall we try something a little different?”
I couldn’t wait to find out what he had in mind.
