Becoming a sissy, at the gym.
I have never been what you might call a big man or a strong man. I am of average height, 5'08 tall, about 170 pounds, short brown hair, green eyes, with an average build. I didn't necessarily get picked on as a kid, because I didn't take anyone's shit. But I am surely not one of those men in the world, who look the part, have the muscles, and could whoop ass on almost anyone. That's why I decided to join the gym. And that's where my life took a very interesting turn.
My name is Gary H. I live in the suburbs of Cincinnati. I was born and raised here. I am a devout Reds fan, hope for the Browns, but secretly root for the Eagles. I know. I know. Betrayal. But the Browns suck and the Eagles are within driving distance to go see the games. But back to my story.
Like I said I am not the manliest man in the world. It hasn't really held me down, but I have always wanted to be one's of those guys who was ripped, defined, and strong. The kind of man who - when he walks into a place - gets instant respect from the men and all the attention from the ladies. I am in my 30's now I have dated around. Never wanted to be married, never wanted to be tied down, so a life of bars and clubs, pool leagues, and carnivals are my existence. But now as I get a bit older, I am longing for more permanent attention and a better physique, so I can score the chicks I want. Strangely enough, that didn't happen. It was actually me who became enthralled with the big strong man.
During my fourth week at the local fitness place, I happen to notice two rather large, very well-built powerlifters. I couldn't tell if they were brothers or cousins because they almost looked the same, but nonetheless, these guys are two powerhouses.
I watched from a distance for many days, when they were there, seeing what exercises they did, what machines they used, and how much weight they tossed around. What I didn't expect to see, was them in the shower. Or at least traveling to and from the shower and the turn of events that would follow.
I wanted to be them. I wanted to look like them, but they were taller than I was. Broader than I was. Built differently if you know what I mean. They were big strongmen, who furthered their genetic size by lifting and working out, whereas I would never be able to reach that size and strength. But I watched from afar and began a secret man-crush on them. Even to the extent of fantasizing about how big their dicks were. I figured if they were that big - physique-wise - then I would assume they were that big proportionally.
I hate to admit it, but on some nights after watching them work out, I would go home and at night picture myself sucking them off. Being their little fuck toy and being seduced by two rather large men. Now I will further by saying, I never for a minute believed I am or even was gay, or Bi for that matter. Always had a fondness for women. That is until I saw them naked.
I had just finished using the bathroom stall during my workout. As I walked out of the stall, I saw both of them come around the corner, on their way to the shower. Now, these two guys weren't shy at all, walking with their towels over their shoulders, holding their toiletry racks, flip-flops on, but otherwise naked as can be. I froze! I didn't know what to do. I surely didn't want to stare, but the sight of their naked bodies, with "above average sized cocks" hanging down; glistening sweaty bodies made my heart jump. I will admit because it needs to be said, I was turned on. Scared and concerned for my own sexuality but very curious and very interested in them. Both of them!
I didn't stick around that night to see the end conclusion, but it made me more and more interested in sucking cock. I must have stroked myself 5 times over the next few days envisioning them naked. Wondering what it would be like to suck a dick. Their dicks. Both of their dicks. And that's when I became overly engaged and I wanted to see that again.
The next time they were at the gym, I purposely mulled around waiting for them to hit the showers. But this time, I was going to try and sneak a peek (if I could) while they were showering. I went in a short time after they headed to the locker room. Both of them had already entered the shower and as much as my heart wanted to see it. I knew I was doing something wrong, stalking or spying on these men, so I refrained. But as I was changing to leave, they both came out with towels wrapped around their waists. I was actually disappointed as I wanted to get a better view of their dicks. But that's when my luck changed.
"Hey, Tony." One spoke out to the other. "Here's that little guy I was telling you about who's always copying us."
"Oh Yeah, Mark, You're right." The other replied.
"Hey, man what's your name? Tony asked.
"Uhm, Me?" I replied.
"Yeah, you." Mark touted.
"I am Gary," I shuddered out.
"Why are you always following us around the gym, Gary?" Tony asked.
"Uhm, well I think you guys are amazingly built and I have always wanted to be that big, so I just follow the machines you use, and do what you do," I answered.
I followed with, "I didn't want to be weird and approach you guys, so I was just mimicking what you do."
"Look at the little sissy boy, who wants to be big." Mark giggled. As they both laughed at me.
"What else you like little man?" Tony asked.
"I don't know what you're asking me," I replied.
"You like our big bodies boy?" Tony asked.
