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It was late at the university Gym, and most everyone had gone home already. Johnson Maks was just finishing up his set on the free weights downstairs. He had been determined to become a fitter leaner person but only being two weeks into a revived workout schedule he didn't' see much progress. He had the fame to be picture-esque but lacked at times the knowledge and discipline to be the fit Adonis he sought out. At 6'2" tall and a whopping 300lbs, his doctor could never really argue with him about fitness except for the manner of his weight. He would often be described as the healthiest "Fat" person anyone knew.
His body resembled someone who was more akin to 240lbs; he hid his additional weight well in his thighs and in his gut. It was rounded and most certainly protruded, but not more than someone who was of a leaner persuasion. His arms were a little loose and only really showed any definition when he needed to flex his substantial muscle. Johnson could see that every time he lifted one of the 80 pound dumbbells into a slow and controlled curl. Power was never difficult for him to create, and while he watched himself in the mirror, dripping with sweat down his heavy, but responsive body he couldn't help but wonder if this time he would manage to continue working out all the way to his goal.
The bandanna about his naturally chocolate tanned forehead was soaked through with sweat. "Sweat is pain leaving the body, and Pain is Weakness leaving the body" he reminded himself as he counted off the alternating curls. His chest wasn't well defined either, but the muscles underneath responded and shaped the layer of fat above them, protruding his definition with every slow controlled flex. Johnson's brown eyes watched his technique over and over again as his gaze came down the tank top over his arms, chest and torso. He was very happy to be working out as he looked at his gut, past down to his thighs, calves and crotch.
It was probably his biggest source of confidence and at the same time, his biggest source of shame. When Johnson was 14 years old, now old enough to start working out in the first place, he ran a minor accident that resulted in the tearing of his pants. At the time his cock was only 7inches flaccid, but it was enough trouble for him to have to change schools and forever be weary of his cock. Now at twenty four years old Johnson, who had his master's in electrical engineering, and was working in the university's physical plant, often viewed the bulge in his shorts as a melancholy asset to his existence. His pants rarely hid it well, and his fatted paunch allowed him the surprise whenever he was with a woman or man for that matter when they first laid eyes on his now heavy piece of flesh that tucked neatly in a jockstrap.
Johnson breathed a sigh of relief as his last set for the night was complete and headed over to the locker rooms. He was fairly certain that everyone had left from the building at this point, and didn't worry too much about getting out as there was always the desk attendant and the automated doors. Heavy breaths of hard earned workout, labored his footsteps as he happily headed towards the lockers. He stripped, happily ridding himself of the sweat laden clothes as he planned on taking a quick shower before his train ride home.
The hairs about his legs and chest were slowly drying out as the sweat evaporated off his body amidst the humid heat of the locker room, and it tingled about his skin as he made his way over to the showers. Johnson was no longer as concerned about his modesty as he was in Junior High, a few too many size whores made sure he had nothing to fear from having a big cock. But, still he took a bit of pleasure in being alone in the open air showers that the school had, as his lack of confidence came more from the soft giggles and touches of excess fat about his body than the soft caresses of flesh that came from a now 8inch flaccid cock hanging low between his legs.
Johnson was always a shower, over a grower, he would maybe gain an inch in overall size, but the foreskin of his heavy cock always covered the head of his prick. The warm water began to wash the salt and sweat away from his body as his muscles began to relax a bit in the warmth. He couldn't help but find it's sensuality as his sex drive began to surface from the myriad of lists and calculations that plagued his day. They all washed away as his hands washed over his chest and extra inches about his waistline, Johnson always liked the feel of a hand on his chest, he just wanted to look better in the mirror really.
His powerful hands, a bit calloused from his years, soaped up every last inch of his naked body in the warm cascade that fell over him, his eyes closed as he gave in little by little to being alone and enjoying himself. It wouldn't hurt to enjoy it, he thought amidst the pleasure making his body twitch and moan softly. Those same hands moved to his backside, washing down and subconsciously playing with his anus little by little as he washed every crevice of his body from the sweat of his workout.
Suddenly Johnson jumped, as he heard the sound of plastic against the tile floor of the open shower. "Who's there?" He called out with soapy eyes, hoping that none saw his subtle masturbation amidst the steam of the shower.
"Oh, just finished up swimming, my name's Cody. Mind if I join you?"
"Go ahead Cody; sorry I thought I was the last one working out."
"No worries man, just finished up my set for the swim team, I'm a freshman, but I've got to keep my times low or else I won't be able to stay here. You working out?"
Johnson still couldn't get the water and soap from his eyes as he resolved himself that Cody hadn't' seen his alone time, "Yeah, name's Johnson, I work over in the physical plant, I actually graduated already just use the school's resources every once in awhile."
"Ah I see, Pleasure to meet you John."
"Oh no, it's Johnson, John's my father, please..."
"Ok, Johnson, so you working out for powerlifting or something, you're a pretty big guy."
"Nah, just trying to get in a little better shape," Johnson subconsciously lifted and dropped the extra fat about his midsection for emphasis "You know the battle of the bulge."
