Chapter 4 - I Didn't Sign Up For This
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Weeks went by. Jordan was enjoying his new body. He basked in the attention he had gained from onlookers, inflating his ego. He felt like a God, and he even acted like he was one with his posturing and thinking he was the centre of the universe.
New clients flocked to him, wishing to become the hunk that he was and signing up to his training sessions. His diary for months was booked up solid.
Even the offers for sex had rapidly increased. People wanted a piece of him and he was only too happy to give it to them. It became more than just his regulars; he was sleeping with strangers and fucking randomers in supply rooms, back rooms or clients homes. The thought of his loyal boyfriend rarely crossed his mind as he went on the prowl for the next hit of sex.
That was how he found himself after a particularly intense group training session on a Friday evening. The last of the class was filtering out of the room as he was tidying up some equipment. Burnt orange sunlight crested the windowed wall along the side of the gym. It caressed his skin, glistening the skin of his large arms.
He sighed. The exertion from teaching the class along with the heat of the setting sun was getting him all hot and bothered. 'A quick fuck might round off the day well,' he thought slyly to himself.
Finishing with stacking some weights, he headed out to the showers for a wander. It was quiet, most people were at home or preparing to hit the town after a long week of work. There was, however, a cute twink washing off some shower gel under one of the showers. The hot water splashed against his smooth skin.
'Fuck yeah,' Jordan smiled as he strode towards the young man. The humidity of the shower room hit him in the face, making him sweat.
The twink turned as swept the rest of the gel from his torso and spotted Jordan checking him out. He was bashful at first, averting his gaze from the much larger man, but then looked to Jordan again once the hunk continued to give him an inviting look.
