There he was again, thought Troy. He saw him nearly every day and his eyes could not help but to follow him across the gym, trailing him from station to station. He'd first seen him a few weeks ago, this tall good-looking man, lean, well build with amazing arms, chiselled jaw line, black hair, and brown eyes. And to Troy's mind he looked a bit like Superman. The funny thing for Troy was that he was straight. He'd never considered anything sexual with a guy, never even paid attention to a guy's looks but this guy, there was something about this guy that held his attention. And even now, he didn't notice other guys, just this one. There was something there, something special. He had no idea what that might be though.
After that day, whenever he was at the gym, he would keep his eye out for his guy, that was how he began to think of him - his guy. But he decided that his guy needed a name and he decided that his guy looked like a Travis, so that's who he became in Troy's mind. Troy would hit the gym floor and look around, asking himself, where was Travis? Troy was no slouch at the gym, maybe not as buff as Travis, but still pretty damn build, if was honest with himself.
Even though he'd keep his eye out for his gym crush, and he had to admit to himself that that is what this was a gym crush, he would still concentrate on his workout, and he worked hard. Two or three days after his first sighting of Travis, Troy was doing bicep curls on the Smith machine when Travis walked by. He took his time walking past and Troy's head swiveled to follow him. Admiring the well-built physique and the tight ass, which showed well in the clingy shorts, from behind you could really see the definition on his triceps and his glutes. After a few steps, Travis looked back, and their eyes met. Travis smiled and nodded. Troy, not sure what to do, ducked his head down and did an extra set of curls, the bar sliding up through the guides on the Smith machine.
The next day, again, they passed each other, and this time they both smiled, eyes locking brown on brown, both faces breaking into a smile. When they came even with each other, heads turned to stare directly into the other's face and eyes. They were the same height at about five-nine and their eyes were even with each other's. The smile on Travis' face became, slightly, devilish and lingered as they passed. But they did pass each other without a word spoken, again. Troy looked back to find Travis looking back at him, again that devilish smile lighting up Travis' face. Troy stared after him, even after Travis turned back to continue on to his work out, eye-fucking his crush.
After about a week, of passing each other, smiling at each other, and always seeming to be in the same section of the gym, nothing more had happened than a bit of eye contact, more, much more eye fucking and a few nods. On this day Troy was working out, he hadn't seen Travis yet, that day, so he was concentrating on his work. He had just finished a session with the battle ropes and was catching his breath, before moving on, when he heard a deep voice ask, "Hey, big guy, you done with those ropes?" and looking up there was Travis. Taken aback by the sudden appearance of his crush, he simply said "Yeah" and stepped aside, moving on to his next station, kicking himself for not being able to say something more.
The weeks passed, the nods, the smiles continued but they'd never managed to speak again, and Troy decided he had to do something about that. He sat there on his bench, ready to speak to his crush and watched as Travis came out of the locker room and started crossing the gym, headed his way. Determined that today was going to be the day, they spoke, Troy built up his nerve, as Travis drew ever closer. Finally, as Travis neared, he placed his dumbbell on the ground and stood. Locked eyes with Travis and smiled then said, every so eloquently, "Hey".
Travis stopped and answered back, "Hi, you're doing upper body today, I see. You've got some good development going. I've watched you, and you really kill it each day you're here. Seems like you've got a good plan going, man."
Troy, blushed a little, pleased that his crush had been watching him too and that he admired what he saw, "Thanks man. I've been admiring your workouts as well. I've taken some inspiration from some of your routines."
"Aw thanks man, I'm honoured. Hey, my name's Brandon" he said and held out his hand. And with that the fantasy of Travis died and the reality of Brandon began. Troy took his hand and replied with his own name. They chatted and Brandon asked if Troy minded if they worked out together. He certainly did not mind in the slightest, he assured Brandon. He almost called him Travis more than a few times.
Their workout went well, they helped each other, spotted where necessary, it was a good burn, and they were soon both sweating. Tees, clinging to chest, shorts to butts, sweat glistening on exposed legs and arms. As Troy spotted for Brandon, he leaned in and there was a strong smell of a musky man, with the well-earned sweat on his body. It was like an intoxicant to Troy. He couldn't help himself, he inhaled deeply. Brandon laying on a bench with Troy over his head caught him doing it and took a moment to look at Troy's crotch, almost directly above his face. Was it his imagination or was there some tenting there that hadn't been there before? He wasn't sure. And he wasn't sure he should ask. He didn't know if Troy was gay, bi or straight. He suspected at least bi but he just wasn't sure yet.
They finished their workout, and both headed to the locker room to shower and change. This gym did not have stall showers but an open room, with about a dozen shower heads spaced around the room. Brandon was excited to see Troy naked, but he didn't say anything. As they entered the locker room Brandon thought that while he was hopeful for more, he also realized that their connection for the day might be done. Both men found their lockers and began to disrobe. The lockers were coincidentally close to each other, and while it's not polite to stare in a locker room, they both found themselves snatching glances at the other, each pulling off sweat laden shirts, kicking off shoes, peeling sweaty socks of their feet and finally dropping shorts and jocks to the floor. As the shirt peeled off of Troy's body, lifting over is muscular back, his tattoo came into view. Brandon stared as the yellow and black clad fist came into view and then above that, claws. As the shirt came off, he could clearly see the full tattoo, what appeared to be Wolverine's clenched fist with his three adamantium claws extended. One straight up Troy's spine, the other two flanking it. He was curious as to what the tattoo meant and he wanted to ask but didn't.
Troy had worn his favourite black jock that day, and he noticed that Brandon was also wearing a jock, a classic white mesh Bike jock. The pouch filled out nicely. Turning slightly, exposing his ass, which is covered in a layer of sweat dampened black hair and was framed by the jock straps, Troy slowly bent and pulled the jock down to his ankles. Standing, now naked, he looked over to find that Brandon was similarly now naked. His cock sat a good four inches soft and was surrounded by a well trimmed and shaped pubic bush of black hair, matching the hair on his head, he couldn't really tell but the balls looked smooth. Troy looked down at his own full bush, and hairy balls, in comparison. He, too, was showing about four inches of soft cock, his cock resting softly on his big balls. Brandon's balls looked smaller, but he didn't want to stare too much to measure him up.
They headed to the showers together, each carrying, rather than wrapping their towels, cocks swinging freely. Neither had said a word since leaving the workout floor. They entered the shower room, they were alone. Each turned on a shower head, not too close to the other, and began to rinse the sweat off their bodies. Troy couldn't help but watch Brandon, as he ran his hands over that muscular body, tracing his biceps, with a soapy hand, caressing his chest, running down his abs to his pubic region. Unconsciously, Troy's hand followed Brandon, tracking a second or two behind. He began to feel a stirring and noticed that his cock was getting hard. Four soft inches were becoming five, then six and suddenly he was erect at almost seven inches of cut meat.
Brandon watched right back and had the same reaction as he was watching Troy's cock harden, standing up and out from his body. He slowly lowered his right hand to gently stroke his own hard cock, never taking his eyes off Troy's cock bouncing alone, untouched. Sure now, that Troy wanted what he did, Brandon stepped across the room and let his hand wrap around Troy's thick cut cock, gliding his fingers across its length, letting them slide from root to tip and back down again.
