Many times at the gym I would be there gazing at this hot guy who became known to me as Andrew, he once was stood there in-front of the mirror checking himself out like most of those vain guys do at the gym, his long blonde surfer style hair just covering part of his face, hiding his seductive ocean blue eyes and his beautiful pink lips.
Looking at him I noticed the subtle little things most people wouldn't think to notice like how he hasn't shaved today compared to other days giving him a nice golden stubble with little bits of black hairs mixed with a few shades of blonde.
Yes i know it appears like I'm stalking him but honestly I'm not, I just see him here so often i can't help it. I just wish i could pluck up the courage to say hi to him, but that would just be weird, wouldn't it? What would i say without sounding like some crazy nutter?
I battle with my subconscious until finally i decide to leave it. I'm not making a fool of myself to some straight guy that i don't even know so i decide to head to the changing room, have a nice long hot steamy shower and get myself home for the night.
The next day after i finish work i decided that tonight i was going to hit the gym, I seriously needed to blow off some steam, tonight isn't normally a night i go but, to be honest its needed!
So I jump in my car and drive to the gym.
I walk straight in and proceed to get changed slipping off my shirt and replacing it with my tight white tank top, slipping off my snug Armani Jeans, slipping off my boxers, putting on my jockstrap and shorts. I grab my ipod as i leave so i can just chill and work out all my stress,
As I'm running on the treadmill starting to sweat, music playing in my ears, I look up and there in the mirror i see Andrew walking towards the changing room with his bag in hand, i just continue running and watching his every move, just watching the way his jeans just cup his bum cheeks like they were delicate, and how huge his bulge looked, how the jeans cup his balls and cock making it look really tight!
WOW!
I began biting my lip just itching and wishing I could get him out of his Jeans and well, into nothing ideally. But he wouldn't be into me like that would he? Oh no my subconscious was back again trying to make me do stupid things! I just snapped back at it thinking no this is insane, i got to stop being like this he's just a guy!
I stop the treadmill and head over towards the dumbells to give my legs a bit of a rest, i wipe my face wiping away any trace of sweat that had accumulated from my sprint and daydream of Andrew walking in.
As I stand there picking out the right size weights, out of the corner of my eye i see Andrew starting to walk over so i quickly grab a pair and walk over to the bench but in my panic i pick up some that were not my normal weight but 2x the weight, CRAP! What am i going to do now? these are too heavy.