***Myles appears in my Mason series. This story is a part of the "In'DaMan'd" Universe.***
The steady rhythm of the treadmill calmed Myles, it eradicated all of his thoughts and stresses. All he had to do was just keep running forward. Every so often his concentration would falter and Mason would slip into his mind.
He couldn't make sense of his feelings about him, he was definitely attracted to him, they had a brief encounter a few weeks ago but literally everything had changed after that night. Their relationship was no longer the same and Myles doubted that it ever would be. He found that thought to be unbearable. Mentally shaking himself he increased the speed to its highest. His hulking muscular frame pounded the machine. He couldn't face using the gym in the complex he managed so he opted to go to the nearest 24 hour one.
It was usually quiet at 3 in the morning, he seen the same old faces but was not on speaking terms with anyone. He finished his final burst and decreased his speed slowly. That's when he noticed the guy staring at him through the full length mirrors. Myles stared back sure that the guy would look away now that he had been caught staring but the guy just looked him up and down with a smirk.
"What is that guys problem?" He thought as he took his drink bottle and took a big swig.
He grabbed his towel and walked to the shower room. His body felt like jelly but the rush of endorphin's had kicked in and he felt good. He walked to his locker and removed his shower bag. He pulled the hair tie out of his hair and let his long shoulder length brown hair fall down. He peeled off his lime green singlet and threw it into his locker. He quickly removed his gym shoes, sock and black shorts. He put on some black flip flops and checked his phone. No new messages.
Wrapping his towel around his waist he walked into the empty shower room. It was long and blindingly white, the smell of bleach thick in the air, all the showers were separated by a four foot high tiled wall. He quickly found an empty cubicle and placed his shower gel on the dividing partition. The cool water felt glorious over his aching muscles, soon his hair was stuck to his muscular back. He placed a hand against the wall and let it cascade over him, watching as it swirled around the drain, trying to image the water as his thoughts.
"Sorry, could I borrow some of your shower gel, I forgot mine." A deep voice asked from behind.
Myles turned around, it was the guy who kept staring at him, now that he could see him up close he realized that he had seen him on three separate nights this week alone, always watching him but looking away when he was caught, he wondered why tonight he didn't look away.
"Sure," He said with a lingering stare, he wanted to let him know that he was aware of all the looks he had been receiving.
"Thanks, the names Cameron by the way."
"Myles"
Cameron walked into the next cubicle and turned on the shower.
"So you live around here?" He asked as he wet his short dark hair.
Myles watched him as he lathered in the shampoo, his body was extremely defined and muscular. His whole body was smooth. He placed Cameron to be about 5' 10, a bit shorter than his hulking 6'2. His skin was a bronze color, his facial features were strong and his jaw line chiseled. To Myles he looked like an Arabian Prince. He leaned over quickly and glanced down at his perfectly round bubble butt. The suds cascaded down between his cheeks, foaming in his crack. Myles quickly looked away as Cameron rubbed the shampoo into his arm pit, his bicep bulging.
"Yes I run a building complex a few blocks over."
"Most complexes have their own gyms surely."
"I like this one." He replied sharply, "It's usually quiet."
"Sorry if I am bugging you, I just got into the city last week and haven't had a chance to meet anyone yet."
"It's all good, I just have some stuff on my mind, I use the gym as an escape."
Myles quickly tied up his wet hair in a tie and began to rinse off, he was annoyed with himself for snapping.
"I hear that," Cameron replied, "If you are not busy would you like to grab a coffee."
"When." He asked turning the knob and slipping back into his black flip flops. He gave himself a quick once over with the towel and stepped out of the cubicle. Cameron was right beside him, dripping wet and naked. Suds were still covering the front of his body.
"Now, if you are free, I really am sorry if I am coming across as annoying, you just seem like a cool guy."
Myles tried his best to keep eye contact but he couldn't help it, he quickly glanced at Cameron's cock. It was more brown then the rest of his body and uncut. His pubes were tightly shaved and his balls hung loose.
When his eyes darted back up, Cameron had a knowing smirk on his face.
"So what do you say. Coffee?? I'm buying."
"OK," Myles replied. "I will wait for you in the locker room."
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He quickly dressed, his long hair still wet in a man bun, he sat on a bench outside the locker room, he knew that he wouldn't be able to resist watching Cameron get dressed so decided to leave in case he got caught looking again. He couldn't find a reason for saying yes to go for a coffee with him. At first Cameron had annoyed him with the staring but now that Myles had spoken briefly to him he couldn't deny that he found him very attractive.
His mind was just so over the place at the moment that he never even considered or wanted to have coffee with someone other than Mason. The thoughts of Mason and his only sexual encounter often came to him when he found it difficult to sleep. He wasn't sure if it helped him sleep or was the cause of keeping him awake.
The stirring between his legs that had occurred as he got dressed thinking about Cameron's wet, muscular body surprised him. He couldn't remember the last time he had gotten a boner. Between running the building complex, the investigation into Kash and thinking about Mason, he just hadn't really thought about sex. That in itself showed him how busy and stressed he had been the last few weeks, he usually always thought about sex, he was extremely popular on the hook up apps, with his tall, broad frame, bushy, dark beard and thick flowing locks. He had the lumber jack look perfected.
Myles had no issue meeting guys, he just never seemed to meet anyone that he considered special. Most guys were intimidated by his look so all he really encountered were diva bitchy twinks or really old cocky men.
He heard the door to the shower room open and close, he stood up and slung his gym bag over his shoulder. For some reason he found he had butterflies in his stomach.
Cameron emerged, a relieved smile on his face. Myles couldn't help noticing his perfect white teeth, they seemed to glow against his copper skin.
"I thought you had bailed." He said walking towards the bench.
