When Julio (18) and I(Bruno)(19) started working out together, we made a bet on how long it would take for me, a lean guy, to get as big as him. He said it would take more than I year, and I told him six months would do. We were roommates for a few months, but already I felt like the big blond hunk was a long time friend. He had a girlfriend at the time, and I liked to fool around with no strings attached.
The gym we chose was old but close to our place. The owner was a buffed bald guy with thick eyebrows that made him look mad all the time. But he was friendly and welcoming.
The first month of work out went by fast, and already Julio started to say I was a good gainer. However, I knew he was just being a good friend. There was no way I would get as big as him in a year, let alone a few months.
But he was a helper. A partner. He was there by my side, following my movements, correcting me when I did something wrong.
When we were out of the gym, we were buddies. But when we were inside, I became his pupil. And I wanted to impress him. He pushed me to my limit, saying he believed in me. It filled me with pride.
I sought out his compliments. And I admired him. He was way stronger than me, the weight he could lift was beyond what I could imagine myself doing it. His veins would pop, his muscles seemed about to burst out, even his neck was thick and intimidating. When he was really pushing himself, he got all red in the face and made guttural sounds like a beast. I began to notice how his flushed cheeks came back to normal color when he was resting; he quickly was ready for more.
Once, when he was lifting a weight above his shoulders, his arms up in the air, I watched how his shirt was pulled upwards, showing his amazing abs and dark sand hair that led straight down his big bulge which pressed against his soft shorts and you could see the print of his...
I realized he was looking at me looking at his crotch and I stopped. I got extremely self-conscious about it and acted all weird as he helped me when it was my turn.
I wanted to say some joke that would clear things up. But it wasn't necessary, since he seemed unfazed by it.
Probably didn't even realize I was looking at his junk. I didn't do it on purpose.
My eyes just brushed there by accident.
I had been still for a while, staring at myself in the mirror on the wall, and he snapped his fingers. "Wake up, dude. You're resting too much."
"Oh shit, sorry," I said. I began again, this time he stood in front of me, arms crossed, watching me intently. I didn't want to look at his eyes. Why did he have to stay in front of me? I looked ahead, which meant I was looking at his belly. I got a bit scared when I saw his bulge twitch. I looked at it, realizing that bulge looked a bit too big. But it must have been my imagination. I looked up at his belly again. I was nervous for some reason. When I was done, he patted me on the back, then on my ass once. Friendly.
"Getting tight down there," he said. I looked at him, confused. He was talking about my butt.
"Thanks," I said.
"It's fast too. Usually guys take a while to get bigger...but you, it's impressive."
"Really?" I said, turning around to look at the mirror even as my face began to burn. I could see I was flushed, and not because of the exercise I had just done.
I don't know; the way he talked about my butt didn't sound weird; it sounded sincere, like we were just buddies, so I got into it.
"Yeah, look, stand like this, on your side," Julio told me, holding my shoulders and making me stand sideways. He gave a quick look around the gym. I looked too, and saw that it was empty. The owner was outside on the entrance. "See how big it is. It looks very tight, and upright. You gonna need bigger shorts, or people are going to start thinking you want them to look."
He was laughing as he said it. The laughter was contagious.
"Well, I'm not making it bigger to hide it."
"Well said. Guys can have big butts too."
He patted me on the ass again. We looked at each other, then he turned his head towards the mirror. I followed it, looking at both our figures standing in front of the other. He reached out and patted my ass again.
"Dude," I said.
"What?" He was acting so natural I got self-conscious again. "I saw you looking at my cock, bro."
"No, I wasn't. Bro, I swear," I began, full on defensive mode.
"Relax," he said in his teacher voice. I had to obey, although my heart kept beating like a crazed rat's. He looked around the gym again; still empty but us. He grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled my cheeks apart. I was pressed against him...both our cocks were hard. I didn't expect it.
He felt my butt for a few seconds before I pulled apart.
"Come on, man. No way. No way," I said. I shook my head desperately. "Let's keep going. We're gonna be late for...for..."
"You gotta calm down, you gonna make the bald dude come in here."
I checked to see if we were safe.
"He is not coming."
