Everything was going right. I had the life that everyone wanted and desired; I had it all. People usually call me Big M, but my real name is Morris Steel. During high school, I was the star and everyone wanted me. I was on the football team and wrestling team, so I really started to develop. I'd have to say I'm about 6'7'', tan-white, and very large muscles, and I do like to brag about them. The "smart people" always called me narcissistic, (I wasn't really sure what they meant) but I just thought they were jealous, which they probably were. My grades during high school were horrible, but no one seemed to care since I put the school on the map. I had girls left and right, all of them wanting me to fuck them. I easily indulged in this. I knew I was hot-headed, and pretty stupid, but It didn't seem to matter when you looked like me.
Now I am twenty-six years old, and am enjoying life. I didn't go to college, but life was just handed to me. A job to be a car-repair man was offered to me as soon as I got out of school. Of course I was offered several scholarships pertaining to football and wrestling, but I didn't want to have to deal with the "school" life anymore. Being single, I spend most of my time at the local gym in my home town of Saint Louis, Missouri. I easily pick up chicks there that want to do me. It seemed that I was content with my sex life, having bitches all over me.
The greatest thing about being as hot as me is that girls and even guys come up to me, asking if they want to go somewhere. I usually say no to the girls, and I just tell the guys to get the fuck away from me. But always after doing a few dozen reps and getting fatigued, I like to find a girl that will let me cum on her, or in her for all I care.
On a typical September day, I just headed to the gym as usual to do my standard strength workout. The gym was nothing special, but I have noticed that more people come when I get off work. It's kind of funny. Walking nonchalantly to the bench press, I begin my workout. I always have my shirt off while I workout, because it's fun to be looked at when I start to sweat. Not to mention, I always get a hard-on when working out, so it adds to the excitement. I finished with the bench press and headed to the dumb bells. (I never liked that named because the "smart people" called me that as well.) I picked up the usual one with the max weight, and started doing reps. The feeling of endorphins rushed through me, only making me harder below the belt. After working for a total of two hours, I was about to finish. Then I noticed something unbelievable. I was captivated by someone over in the cardio section of the gym. I have memorized all of the faces here, but this one was new. For some reason, I felt an urge to begin my "conquest", but I only felt this with hot new girls that walked in. The person I was staring at was a man, or not really a man, he looked more like a boy; an extremely hot boy. He had lengthy brown hair and skin that looked oh so soft. I tried to snap out of these feelings, but I knew it would be useless, especially when my cock started pointing at the one I wanted to conquer.
I swiftly rose up, as to show my manliness after such an intense work out. This caught the eye of the beautiful mystery boy, and I knew that he would start to check me out, just as all the other girls, (and guys) did. But he didn't, he just withdrew his eyes and continued his workout on a treadmill. Then I felt something in my heart, which was odd. This was a new feeling I have never felt before, but I guess I would have to describe it as rejection. It pained me so much, since I have never had to deal with this before. Then I became angry rapidly and stormed over to the cardio section of the gym. I rushed right up to the mystery boy, and was about to say something, but I was at a loss for words. All he did was stare at me, stare at me with big, puppy dog eyes. They were a dark shade of brown, like mine. I stood next to him with my finger in the air, about to say something with my mouth hanging wide open, but nothing came out. The only expression I could make out on his face was annoyance, but then he glided away. I had an extreme feeling of embarrassment, just standing there, so I quickly ran into the locker room.
I sat on the bench, wondering what just happened back there. First, I have been rejected by the only guy I have ever wanted, and second, he paralyzed me with just his stare! I felt anger boiling inside of me again, and I punched the locker in front of me with enough force that left a dent, a huge dent. The weird thing was, I didn't feel any pain, defiantly when I was steaming this badly. Then I gazed down at the hand that left basically a hole in the locker, and it was bleeding pretty badly. It still didn't hurt, but I should probably go get it checked out. I got up to head for the exit, when I noticed him again. He was fully changed from his workout clothes, wearing tan baggy pants and a light black shirt. My heart skipped a beat. How did he come in here without me noticing him come in? I just assumed he must be a very quiet person. I willed myself to approach him, and what was there to fear? I was what everyone wanted, and I'm sure I could get this twink to take my dick as well.
