My first story, so feedback appreciated.
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I've recently moved to a small town. Previously, I was living in London, just about making ends meet, but a new job application, 2 interviews later and I've found myself here, just shy of Swansea.
I've been here 2 months now, and so far, it's even quieter than I could of possibly imagined, there's no gay bar in sight and the only form of gay community is a once a month hiking club, there's only 4 of them, 2 older gentlemen and 2 mid 40's women. I'm 30 in a few months time so I'm looking for something a little more exciting than walking. Thankfully, I've found the town's only gym, and this is where my story begins.
I've been coming here every weekend so far since I arrived. Saturday and Sunday are the only days I have free, like most people I guess. The gym resembles the bleakness of the town. It's small, not much here but enough for necessities. There's a few treadmills, some weights and an exercise ball. A small rectangular changing room, walls lined with lockers and 2 benches in the middle. There's an archway in the middle of the back wall that leads to a small room with 4 open showers.
There's not many people that use the gym, but I've come to find myself changing my routine to sync with a guy who seems more dedicated than me. He's a bit taller than myself, maybe 6 ft 1 and nicely built. Not in a steroid over macho way but just the right amount. I'm grateful the treadmills face the weights, this way I can watch him curl those weights as he perfects his already toned chest and biceps. Next he picks up a bigger weight as starts his 2x30 set of squats, at the point I know i have 10 minutes left on the treadmill and there's nothing I can do from stopping my semi from rubbing against my shorts as I watch him. I can tell he's a boxer wearing type because there's nothing supporting him and it drives me wild to see his bulge in his sweaty joggers.
When he finishes his work out, he rubs his face with his towel, slings it over his shoulder and walks into the changing rooms. This is where I dismount the treadmill and head towards the changing room myself. I've timed my work outs perfectly so I can watch him walk out of the showers and get dressed. He's the only guy here who walks out the shower with his towel wrapped around his waist. I sit on the bench furthest from him, pretending to undo my shoe laces and at the same time, I'm glancing over at him, waiting, wanting him to remove the towel to dry himself. I'm rewarded for a short while as he quickly puts his new clean boxers on and finishes dressing. His toned 6 foot body has driven me to an erection beating in my pants waiting to be unleashed and gripped.
For 2 months, I've been watching him and fantasising about him and what his muscles can really do.
The next Saturday was the same, only I managed a better view. After my work out, I walked into the changing rooms, and was greeted by a view of him in the shower. His hands were on the wall in front of him and the shower just beating down on his head., water running seamlessly down his back. My eyes followed the water to his lower back. His arse was round and smooth. His legs were slightly open, and between his legs I could see his balls dangling. They hung low, and they were certainly of good size!
