"That's RIGHT DUDE, its about accountability!"
David huffed and pushed the bars away in front of him, his chest burning from the exertion.
"Alright man, alright- that's it for today, you did good," Alphonse clapped him on the shoulder with his big hand and offered to help him up from the machine. David allowed himself to get yanked up in front of his stocky personal trainer.
"You're doing great man, coming in like this every other day, now it may not seem like you're making big gains here," A hand went to David's chest and he began to feel those butterflies in his stomach. He'd never intended to have a crush on his personal trainer, but over the last few months, he couldn't help but fall for the big lug.
"...BUT, you've been doing some solid core work, so this area should be getting tight," The hand moved to graze David's abdominals, setting off alarms in his head willed himself to not get an erection.
"Thanks Al, you're amazing with this stuff, I seriously wouldn't be able to do this without you!" He replied a little too over enthusiastically, panicking inside as he tried to decide whether to initiate contact himself. What was appropriate here? High five? Shoulder punch? Al patted him on the back and walked away.
David threw his towel over his shoulder and started off to the change room. He allowed himself to daydream about a relationship with Alphonse, the giant Italian mountain. Spending the afternoon at the pumpkin farm drinking lattes, holding hands while ice skating, taking a picture with the family at Christmas. Sigh. All that David wanted was that perfect relationship.
He trudged into the locker room and began to strip down just as Alphonse came in to fill his water. The two made eye contact and nodded to one another.
The thing was though, if he was being completely honest- David didn't just want that perfect relationship.
Ever so aware of Alphonse lingering in the locker room, David changed his movements as he prepared to shower. He made sure to bend over and stick his ass out in full view, then whip his towel across his neck in an eye catching manner. Bare assed, he sauntered into the shower room, picking a faucet with a direct line of site to the lounge area of the change room where his crush was killing time. As subtle as he could be, David would be making his shower a performance.
Because while the young man had a singular idea about how he wanted his normal, every day life to be - David also had an incredible, insatiable lust. For all the Instagram quality imagery he dreamt of, there was a far more dangerous side to him that would get him banned from Reddit.
Alphonse did manage to look over a couple times at him while he soaped himself in the shower. David caught him once, nodding over at him in acknowledgement with a blank face. Internally, all he could think was "Come break me".
Soon after his trainer crush left, David finished his shower and dried off, taking time to futz with his hair in the mirror. Looking around at the empty change room, he began to make little flexing motions, smiling as he looked at himself and noticed the tiny changes to his body.
At 24, David was just barely starting to eek out from his skinny frame and put on a bit more weight. His pale skin had a smattering of freckles on his shoulders, his dark mop of hair standing out in firm contrast. He got by with a few random chest hairs, but felt proudest at his obvious treasure trail and thick bush. While he worked at putting on muscle, it was his body hair, his pits, pubes and legs that made him feel manly. He was slightly embarrassed about the dark hairs on his otherwise perky white ass, but figured he'd try waxing once he got ripped. At 6" and 150lbs, that was going to take a lot more time and effort though.
With one more flex in the mirror, David nodded and headed back to his locker, feeling pretty pleased with himself. He thumbed at the dial on the lock and swung open the door, noticing there was a message on his phone. It was from "Sven"
"Why don't you drop by tonight?"
* * * * * *
It had been a year of many firsts for David, having graduated college and completed an internship at an Insurance company. He had left that and gone big with his first real job, working at a bank as an analyst. His grades and internship had created some buzz around his talents and he had been highly sought after. The salary was incredible and he had his first apartment on his own - a condo at a fancy lakeside development just a stones throw from the financial district. Everything was definitely looking up for young David.
But in his off hours, David doing a lot of looking on his own.
The kid had every single app on his phone for hook ups, wired into the surrounding neighbourhood and beyond. Now that he was without roommates or living in his parents house, the apps were a dangerous candy land full of tempestuous delights. Granted, it was never really the grid of torso pics and smiling headshots that pulled David in - it was the opportunity to experiment and be all the different things he wanted to be with each connected stranger.
He used different pics for each app, each one giving a glimpse of his body more than his face and providing a different array of kinks and interests. It was like fishing, putting out a different lure for different results.
He'd get messages from sturdy young jocks who wanted to bang, older daddies who wanted their dicks licked, the cab driver who was into rimming, the professional guy in a cardigan who wanted to be pissed on and David indulged in talking to them all.
In the course of an evening, David could talk with real live men about all his dirtiest fantasies, trading dick pics, indulging in every perverse and unspoken desire all while getting off on the idea of meeting. The IDEA.
There would always be an excuse, always an obstacle to meeting. If a promise to one day reconnect and "make it happen" wasn't good enough, there was always the block button.
All of this worked well enough until the night David attended a work function, which is where he faced the reality of his online actions in the form of Sven.
