"...13...14...15," I said bucking my hips for the extra momentum needed to slam the bench press bar back into the rack support above me. I leaned up, sweat dripping down my bare chest, my pulse pounding.
I was home for the summer from college and had gotten tired of my high school physique (skinny and boney). I wanted some oomph, and I was on my way to adding ten pounds of pure muscle in my parents' garage. Every night I would attack the weights and then mix in push ups and sit-ups to tone my burgeoning muscles. *End overt humble brag*
Suddenly, my laptop made a noise. From my weight bench, I squinted at the screen. A new chat from an old high school friend, Rodrigo. Now, Rodrigo was a great guy, but it had been nearly two years since I had seen him last save for once or twice. A succinct description would be "above-average attractive brunette male."
To flesh Rodrigo out a little more with a little prose, he had strong powerful legs and always moved with grace. He was a dancer in high school and every interaction we had was pleasant.
And, oh yeah, he just so happened to be gay. I lifted up my laptop and shoved it into my lap with his message of "Hey Damien!" on the screen.
"Hey, how are you?" I started.
"Doing well, how's life? What are you up to?" he shot back.
I paused, "Life is good, been back from school for a while. Enjoying the summer, working out in my garage."
"Oooh, working out huh?" he chided. "I remember that body. Sounds hot."
Besides being in sports, I had dabbled in performing arts in school and he had definitely seen me in my skivvies from time to time. I had no interest in guys, but to say I wasn't flattered would be a flat out lie.
I hadn't thought much of myself back in high school, and despite the fact that I can claim with some certainty that I'm a somewhat strapping young lad now, it was nice to be wanted. It gave my blood a bit of a surge. It was harmless, right?
Smooth as ever, I replied, "Thanks, I guess. "What are you up to?"
"Playing..." was his answer.
"What do you mean?" I asked, clearly clueless.
Rodrigo typed for a while then sent, "Well...there's this site I like to visit. People strip naked and touch themselves and you can watch them and comment. It's really hot."
Wow. "People?" I asked.
"Guys..." he replied. "BUT, there are girls too! Check it out!"
Now, as any red-blooded American college male, I was well acquainted with porn at that point. But, I couldn't say I had frequented the website he sent me. And, I became a bit more cognizant of the fact that my laptop had a camera on it as I hovered on the link.
*CLICK*