Author's Note: All of the people, places, or events that transpire in this story are entirely fictitious, but are loosely based off of real experiences. Also, any feedback, comments, questions, and concerns that any reader might have are greatly appreciated. Enjoy!
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As I pulled up towards the gym, I couldn't help but to think back to the day when I first signed up. I was a fat, socially anxiety ridden teenager. I loathed the sight of the red and blue sign that read, "Madison Community Fitness Center". That tall standing, cinder block building was my worst enemy. It reminded me of the days in which I wallowed in torment from the other kids at school. I had an arsenal of nicknames assigned to me that were never given my consent, that ranged anywhere from "fatso", "Jelly Belly" to "Blimp-Boy". My favorite of all was "Fat Greg". It truly encompassed the dumb-uncreativity and ill-will of those who tried to break me down. It filled me with rage. I had been pigeonholed into a role of a fat 'nobody', unworthy of anyone's attention. On my eighteenth birthday, I signed up for the Madison Community Fitness Center. I was going to prove them all wrong.
That was two years ago. Sitting in my 1996 Corolla, I looked down to my stomach, admiring the progress of my two-year physical venture. I was strong. The veins in my arms bulged from my skin. I lifted my shirt and peeked underneath. My chest was defined. My abdominal muscles had become prominent. I looked into the mirror, and examined my strong jaw line, complimenting my dark hair and green eyes. Two years of regular physical suffering, and this was the result. I had finally met society's expectation of beauty. But it never made me happy.
Regardless of my physical success, my personality remained that of a self-conscious, obese high school reject. Women were attracted to me because of my looks, but often times they became disenfranchised after speaking to me. I never knew what to say. I didn't have the primal, sexual urge that most men possessed. I didn't know how to be charming. I didn't even know if I wanted to be. Nonetheless, I still had the looks to overcome my disadvantage. I slept with women occasionally, but never seemed to be satisfied. I fucked them, and they left. They might as well have never been there, as far as I was concerned.
Snapping out of my train of thought, I checked my phone. 8:45 P.M. I had been sitting in my car, transfixed in thought for about an hour. Frustrated with my use of time, I practically ran into the entrance of the gym, as to make up for lost time.
"Hey Greg, how's it goin'?" said the admissions desk attendant, as I walked by.
"Just another day, I guess".
I retrieved my gym pass to show to the attendant, which produced a small laugh from her.
"Greg, you've practically been here every evening for two years now, you don't have to keep showing me your pass every time".
I faked a small laugh and walked on. People are creatures of habit, and I was no different. I continued down the hallway, passing an array of doors, inside containing an assortment of fitness classes.
Reaching the end of the hallway, I walked into the elevator, and hit the button for the second floor. The large weight room was located there.
As the elevator doors began to shut, a man yelled "Hold it!" as he came running down the hall. I would have let them shut if he was too far to recognize me later. And so I held it. The man thanked me, pressed the button for the second floor, and stood back next to me. We stood silently as the elevator began its ascent.
I peered over at him, and couldn't help but notice his body. He was wearing a tight wife beater, which hinted at his tight chest and abs. His arms were roughly the same size as mine, with even more protruding veins. He wore tight fitting gym shorts, which rode somewhat high, exposing his round, firm looking butt. My eyes fell southwards, scanning the muscles of his legs. At this point, he seemed to notice me looking at him, but then turned his head back, as if he was inviting me to look at him. I turned my head away in embarrassment, as the doors of the elevator opened.
He exited before I did. My eyes followed his ass out of the elevator. He situated himself in one corner of the room, and I went to the other corner by the treadmills.
I mounted on to a treadmill, as I did before every workout to get warmed up. As I jogged along, I couldn't help but think of the man again. I could see his head peaking over a variety of people and workout equipment in the large room. I thought more of his ass, and his tight muscles. I shook the thought, as it started to make me uncomfortable. I wasn't gay. I just had a strange moment of attraction for the opposite sex.
After a while on the treadmill, I stepped off of it, and scanned the room. I had been so enveloped in my workout, that I hadn't noticed the room had almost vacated entirely. The only people that remained were myself, the man from the elevator, and 3 or 4 older gentlemen.
I began to walk towards the other workout equipment, and peered over at the stranger from before. He must have already been looking at me, as our eyes caught immediately. I turned my head. I was uncomfortable. Now within twenty feet of me, I decided to turn my head in the other direction.
I sat down at pull down machine, which is nothing more than a bench, and a bar risen above your head. I reached up for the bar, and pulled it down behind my back. After my usual set of repetitions, I took a break.
I turned around, to look at the room again. The only people who remained in the room were me, and the man from the elevator. He was sitting on the bench press, facing towards me. Our eyes caught as soon as looked in his direction. I stared for another moment, as he got up from his equipment and began to walk toward me.
I pretended not to notice or care, as I turned around and retuned to my workout. I felt a small tap on the shoulder moments later.
"Hey there, I didn't mean to interrupt you, I just thought you might be interested in learning a new technique. You seem to be in great shape, but there's always room to learn more!"
My mouth went dry. I had no idea why. All I could muster in response was a simple head nod. I began to get up off of the bench to allow him to sit and show me the technique. As I stood up, he lowered my shoulders back down and said, "Here, it'll be easier this way".
Instead of replacing me on the bench, he sat behind me on it instead. He thrusted his chest into my back as tightly as he could to make room. I could feel the basic outline of penis coming into contact with the small of my back.
"So, you're going going to want to put your hands like this". He grabbed my hands by the wrist, and adjusted them on the bar above. I could feel his warm breath in my ear, and I began to feel a little stirring in my groin. It gave me an excited, confused feeling.
