It was 5:30pm on a Friday night and Jack was exhausted after a long week of classes. A junior in college, he was studying hard to get into graduate school while working part-time to help pay his tuition. He definitely wasn't energetic enough to go out later that night with some friends, but still needed an endorphin boost.
Might as well go to the gym
, he thought.
Figuring he would just jog for a while on the treadmill, Jack packed up a gym bag in his dorm room with some running shoes, shorts, and a tank-top. With his bag strapped over his shoulder, he put in his earbuds and left for the campus rec center, only a 5-minute walk away.
After changing and securing his stuff in the locker rooms, he went to the main floor and hopped on a treadmill facing a large row of TVs. It was now 6pm, so the place with relatively empty with only a few people milling about. Jack was feeling confident as he started, setting the machine to a 7-minute pace and committing to himself to run at least 6 miles. This was exactly the workout he needed to get that coveted runner's high!
About ten minutes into his run, Jack noticed that a man had been walking a few rows of treadmills in front of him, just occasionally back and forth, a little too frequently to be random. He was probably around 35, with tan skin, short black hair and a soft shadow of facial hair. He was wearing a tight, white athletic shirt that showed off his jacked arms and obviously strong chest - and he kept peering over at Jack!
Admittedly, Jack realized he looked cute today (well, at least as cute as one could look while sweating profusely from a tough run). At 6'0'' with short, dark hair and a twinky frame, his 3'' running shorts and track tank-top were highlighting his best features. Even so, he wasn't used to getting this much attention from a guy 15 years his senior, especially at a college gym most often full of straight undergrads. But due to his physical exhaustion, Jack didn't think about the man too much and just kept going with his workout.
After about 45 minutes on the treadmill, he turned off the machine and wiped the beads of sweat rolling down his face. He loved this feeling - a rush of energy surging through his body and the feeling of accomplishment for having pushed himself hard. Smiling, he walked over to the mats to stretch.
He sat down with his legs extended, first reaching out towards his toes and then gently pulling each leg in towards his body. The went into a butterfly stretch, making his feet touch as he spread out his knees. It felt so good in his tight quads, which he knew would be a little sore the next day.
He then noticed the same man sitting just a few feet to his left, casually but a bit secretively looking over at him. Jack tried not to acknowledge the glances, but also recognized for the first time just how attractive this man was. He was almost like a fitness model, chiseled and bulky but still slender, with strong features and a cute expression.
Jack looked down to avoid the glance but realized that he was getting hard.
Fuck
, he thought as he realized that his semi-erect dick was pretty visible in his running shorts.
These shorts are so small that if I actually get a hard-on, it could pop out!
He tried to discretely adjust his position, but soon realized he had to get out of there. There weren't too many people around, but he certainly didn't feel like exposing himself to the whole gym!
He awkwardly stood up and bolted back to the locker room, getting soft again as he went. Still wanting to relax his muscles, he grabbed a towel so he could use the men's-only sauna before taking a shower. Jack then slowly undressed, locked his phone and watch in his locker, and wrapped the towel around his waist before popping into the sauna.
When he got inside, it was so hot and steamy that he could hardly see the back wall. It seemed empty, so he loosened the towel from his waist and put it down on the bench before sitting on top of it. He was now fully exposed - It was a single-gender room after all, so why not enjoy being nude?
Suddenly, he heard a man clear this throat from across the room. It had been so steamy, Jack hadn't even noticed someone else was there! He knew right away that he couldn't cover up, lest he acknowledge that he wasn't comfortable enough to be naked in the sauna with another guy. After all, he had always felt uncomfortable as a gay dude in the locker room, the other men not knowing how he constantly tried to avoid staring. Jack closed his eyes and tried not to think about it.
"I noticed you running up there. Looks like you had a pretty tough workout on this Friday night," Jack heard from across the room and looked up.
He was shocked. For one, it was always a little taboo to chat in the sauna. But mostly because the man talking was the same guy who had been looking at him earlier! Had he rushed down to the sauna to wait for Jack, or was he just a normal guy who happened to have the same idea as Jack for a Friday evening workout?
Jack realized he had to respond.
