This story is told through the point of view of four characters: Americans Aaron (23) and Eric (28), Swedish Thomas (38) and Colombian Leo (23). Each section indicates the narrator.
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ERIC
I couldn't get Leo out of my head. It had been days since he humiliated me in my own house, shattering my ego in pieces. By then, every time I saw myself naked in the mirror, I couldn't help but compare myself to him. Leo had the cock I wished I had. He came back to get my car borrowed for a road trip with his coach, and then disappeared. No news.
But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake off some thoughts about him. They were haunting me every waking moment, leaving me feeling small, insignificant, and somewhat envious. I had mixed feelings about Leo. Part of me craved for his approval. I wanted him to see me as an equal, someone worth spending time with and confiding in. Another part of me screamed that I should have given up on trying to compete with him and forget it all had existed. However, I couldn't help but feel stuck in this cycle of self-doubt and longing for validation.
All I was thinking about was about his cock next to mine, a comparison he promised would be showcased online on my porn accounts. I was the Top Wrestler, a known alpha stud in the Internet. I was almost dying of anticipation, fearing the scene, and at the same time jerking off when thinking about it.
My text messages to Leo had gone unanswered, his replies replaced by an eerie silence that left me questioning what could have possibly gone wrong. My fingers hovered over my phone, the messages I'd sent him displayed on the screen like an unspoken plea for a response.
"Hey Leo, we still on for the recording this week?" I had typed out, my thumbs tapping rhythmically against the virtual keyboard.
Two days after, I tried it again. "Hey man, just checking in - everything alright? Let me know if anything's come up." Still nothing.
A wave of concern washed over me, mingling with a hint of frustration. Had something happened? Was there a miscommunication? Or had he simply lost interest? My mind raced, conjuring up worst-case scenarios.
Sometimes I felt like I was being dumb, sending waves of unreturned messages, insisting on a scenario that would have made me humiliated, even if I would be behind a mask. Regardless of the reasons, I wanted nothing more than to show Leo that I was too a man deserving of respect and admiration, like the way he treated his coach Thomas. But each attempt to do so only left me feeling even more inferior and unsure of our friendship.
When the weekend was close, I began to realize that perhaps the problem laid within myself. If I truly believed I was equal to Leo, then I needed to start acting like it. No more doubting or second guessing myself. I was starting to lose patience with Leo's constant ignoring of my messages and phone calls, especially because my boyfriend, Aaron, was spotting him training at the gym every single day.
Feeling frustrated and fed up, I took matters into my own hands and decided to take a bold step. I snapped a picture of my hard dick and sent it to Leo along with a message demanding attention.
The message read: "You don't stand a chance against my cock. I am going to show you, boy, who the man is and why I get so much pussy." Attached to the message was a photo my dick standing at full attention. The image was clear enough to make out every detail of my size and girth. Hopefully not the fact that I was cheating a little bit to make it look less small.
I was aware that it might had been the only way to grab Leo's attention and get him to respond. I waited anxiously for a response, wondering if I had crossed any lines or pushed things too far. Still nothing. Visualized. Not a single reply. I texted again.
"Excuse me? My dick isn't good enough for you? Are you afraid of me?"
Leo didn't respond immediately, leaving me waiting nervously for his answer. Finally, after several minutes, Leo replied with a simple message: "You seem desperate."
I was taken aback by it. His few words cut through me like a knife, causing me to recoil in shock and hurt. I stared at the screen, unable to comprehend the harshness of Leo's response.
"What the hell?" I muttered under my breath before quickly typing out a retort. Anger and disappointment welled up inside me. I struggled to contain my emotions as I typed out a fierce response. "Well, screw you then! I don't need your judgmental bullshit anyway!"
I pressed send and held my breath, waiting for Leo's reaction. To my surprise, Leo simply replied with a shrug emoji and disappeared from the conversation once again.
I sat back in the kitchen chair, feeling deflated and defeated. It was Aaron who unwittingly provided the spark that set off my decision. Aaron, my supportive boyfriend who had witnessed the turmoil Leo's absence had caused, had mentioned that Leo was staying at the gym, The Vikings' Temple, from 9 to 5.
My pulse quickened at the opportunity to see him, the adrenaline of frustration propelling me into action. I hailed an Uber, my heart pounding with a mixture of anger and anticipation. As the car pulled up to the gym, I took a deep breath.
And then, there he was - Leo, his form imposing and powerful, his muscles taut beneath his shirt as he lifted a barbell with ease. My gaze locked onto him, and the surge of emotions threatened to overwhelm me. Anger battled with relief at seeing him, frustration mingled with a desire to simply shake him and demand an explanation.
I marched over; my gaze unrelenting. As I approached, he set the barbell down, his chest heaving with exertion. Leo turned, his eyes widening in genuine surprise, but his smile remained steady.
"Eric, hey bro!" Leo's deep voice boomed over the room. He wiped his neck with a towel and approached, his posture relaxed as if he didn't have a care in the world.
