Part 2: Meeting at the Gym
Stepping back a little in time, to let you Stud Readers and sucker readers know just how I first met friend.
I was at my usual gym, and I realized friend was watching me while I worked out. It wasn't obvious, but you know how you can sort of feel it when guys are watching you? There was no mistaking this. I was working the legs. Legs have always been easy for me, so I started with the squats--not the standing, barbell type, but the machine squats where you lie back and push up with the legs. I was wearing my usual gym outfit: workout shoes with the minimal sock liners, really short running shorts with slits on both sides almost to the waist, and a lightweight t-shirt that lets my nipples poke out defined when I lie back on the machine.
So I had the machine loaded up with impressive weight, and I was laid back, the slit shorts gapping down to expose most of my bare butt on both sides. I took a deep breath and started doing my reps. While In progress, I saw friend appear in my peripheral vision, pretending to look at his email or stretch or whatever, but in fact of course pinning his eyes on my butt pushing those big weights up and back.
I have to say, knowing he was watching me motivated me to do extra reps and complete extensions at the end of each lift. I was breathing pretty hard at the end of my first set. Now while I was resting between sets, I admit to doing a trick just for friend. My dick didn't feel totally comfortable, so "since nobody was watching," I reached right in there under the shorts and under the jockstrap and grabbed it, pulling it up and laying it back more comfortable, heavy against my thigh. Then it was on to the second set.
Of course he took this in and kept eyeing me through this set while I pushed to perform still one more additional rep at the end. Him staring at me was too much to ignore at this point. At the finish, while still panting with the effort, I looked at him directly and caught his eye. He dropped his gaze immediately, but I kept watching him as he retreated back out of my view. He knew for sure that I had seen him watching me. While I did the third and final squats set, I could still feel him watching me even though he was out of my line of sight.
So I went ahead and did all my other leg exercises, about eight different ones. I ended up with the adductor, the one where you sit with legs spread and pull the knees together to lift the weight. This one always makes my balls relax and hang low for the rest of the day. I was totally pumped with the effort of performing for friend, and kind of strutting as I walked back to the locker room.
I think friend watched me do every single move. He would sit on a different machine, where he could see me good, and sort of pretend to do some exercise. But the only work he was doing was salivating over me. You know, it would have done him good, with his puffy body, to do some exercise, but that's how some guys are, I guess, their life is mainly just admiring studs like me.
I stripped naked in the locker room and threw my sweaty gear in the bottom of a locker: shirt, shorts, jockstrap, socks and shoes. I slammed the door shut then sat down for a minute on the bench to catch my breath. I leaned over with elbows on my knees and let my dick and those low-hanging, relaxed balls spill over the edge of the bench. While looking down, I heard footsteps and saw friend's feetÑit had to be himÑappear right behind my balls. I didn't move and he didn't move while he looked me over completely. I think he even bent over to look closely at the back of my balls, slowly pulling up and relaxing back down, naked in the breeze.
Finally another guy came into the row of lockers. I stood up quick, grabbed my towel, and slammed my locker door shut. I don't bother with a padlock since I never have much in the way of fine clothes or really anything valuable in there. Friend was busted again as I turned around and faced him, not pretending that anything wasn't happening that we both knew was happening. I have to say, he was pretty quick on the recovery, deciding to pretend we knew each other.
"Hey, how you doing today?" he says to me, pretending to put stuff into the locker just opposite mine. I didn't miss a beat, since the other man was still nearby. I put my hands on my hips and spread my legs a little so friend could keep getting the good look he wanted.
"Feeling good, had a great legs workout," I said sort of slowly. "How about you?" I tried not to sneer.
"I'm okay. Haven't been here in awhile, so I'm just getting back to the routine," he answered. I could feel my dick swelling, with him staring at it. I swung it back and forth a little while I talked.
"Yeah? I'm here most days. Always doing something new," I said. By this time the other guy had finished his business and gone back to the gym, so my path back to the showers was clear. I stopped pretending. I looked down at friend and smiled patronizingly at him, then turned and walked on back for my shower without another word.
Our gym is not one of the flashy modern ones, but older and frankly a little grungy. So there are no modest individual stalls but just a big shower room with five shower heads on each side. I sort of expected to see friend follow my there, but he didn't appear. Instead there was the usual group of guys giving me the sidelong glances while I did a long and leisurely shower, lathering up thoroughly and rinsing off completely. Then I went dried off in adjoining bathroom and walked back to my locker, carrying my damp towel.
My locker aisle was clear, so I went ahead to get dressed. Like I said, nothing fancy, just an old t-shirt, worn blue jeans, and flip-flops. I've never seen the need for underwear, but I did try and tuck the dick and balls down on the left side, away from the ripped and frayed spot on the jeans' right thigh. I went ahead to stuff my workout gear into my gym bag, then stopped.
My jockstrap was missing.
Of course I knew right away where it had gone to. I finished packing up and walked on out to the parking lot to the crappy old Kia Rio I use sometimes. I reached into my jeans pocket to get the key, but on top of it I found a folded note. Here's what the note said, written in a careful, what I would call a sort of girly cursive:
"Dear Sir, I know you caught me looking at you and admiring you. Would you let me continue in private, of course at your convenience? I really apologize for troubling you, and if you don't respond, be assured I will never again approach you. Please, Sir, let me welcome you into my homeÑI live aloneÑand allow me to give you the personal attention and service your very hot body demands. Please, Sir, call me at ###-##-#### and let me know if you consent. I will clear my schedule for whenever you are able to visit. I think I can confidently tell you that I truly understand what a Stud like you wants and needs. Thank you, Sir, for your consideration.
Humbly,
your admirer
Sir, I'm sorry but I have your jock. I just had to have it, oh wow it smells so good."
I stuffed the note back into my pocket, feeling totally satisfied and ready for more. That note had made me start to get hard for sure. I reached into my jeans and flipped the dick and balls over to the right side before getting into the Kia and tooling away.
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