Pretty frustrated. I have just spent the last 2 weeks being completely frustrated by my workouts at the gym. After spending 2 years on the DL list due to a tear in my Achilles, I am finally allowed to start working out again. But it hasn't gone anywhere near what I want it to be. Not only that, but now I'm at a new gym and I don't know anyone and I'm fat.
It's late Saturday evening. I'm at the gym and it's really, really quite. I've been procrastinating all day, but I finally made it. I've already done my warm-up on the cross-trainer and now I head for the free weight room. I see you there. You are in lycra shorts and a very, very loose wife-beater. Yea, I'm wearing lycra shorts too, but I have cotton shorts on top of them. I would never, never wear the lycra ones by themselves. One, I would feel like a beached whale, and two, I don't want anyone to see my small dick.
I start doing some dumbbell chest presses. After my first set, you introduce yourself and ask me why I'm doing chest presses with dumbbells instead of a barbell. "It's very simple," I explain, "I've been off for 2 years due to an injury. On top of that I can do dumbbell presses without a spot. I wouldn't want to do regular chest press without a spot."
"That's an easy fix," you say. "I'll give you a spot."
"Are you sure man? I don't want to put you out. It is Saturday night and all and I'm sure you want to get out of here."
"Not a problem. Let's go."
I get the bar ready and lay down. You come over and stand over me. As I look up, I realize that I can see the outline of your cock in your shorts. Distracted, I finish the set, but just barely.
"Anything else you want a spot on?" you ask.
"Well, the only other thing I can think of is squats. But it's been 2 years since I've done them and I'm not sure I'm ready to do them today."
"Nonsense," you say. "You're woosing out. It's time to get back in the swing of things."
So we head over the squat rack. I get the bar on my shoulders and step back. I feel you come up behind me. "I'm going to put my arms around your waist to give you more support. Is that okay?" you ask.
"Yea, whatever," I'm trying to figure out how to get out of this incredibly embarrassing situation.
As you come in closer, I can feel your cock between my ass cheeks. I turn red and get embarrassed. "I'm not sure I should do these."
"Yes you should. NOW DO THEM!" you order.
So I go down. I can feel your cock sliding up & down my ass as I squat.
I finish the set and step forward. You go with me. I put the barbell down and expect you to release me. But you don't. Instead you pull me closer.
"You liked that didn't you boy? You liked having my dick sliding up your ass."
"No man. I've got a girlfriend."
"I didn't ask if you've got a girlfriend, I asked if you liked having my dick up your ass."
As you say this, I feel your left hand go up to my nipple and start squeezing. Your right hand goes down and into my shorts until it is wrapped around my dick & balls. Then I feel you breathing on my neck.
"Answer me, boy!"