The Newbie at the Gym - Part 1

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"Just stay home tonight" Rachel whispered to me, her hand resting over my crotch and her head against my chest.

I kept my eyes on the television, eager to leave.

"Baby?" She groaned, squeezing playfully.

"I can't" I told her, shuffling out from under her "I need to get to the gym before it shuts".

"You've had all day to go to the gym!" She barked, and instantly I rolled my eyes and stood up.

"Rachel, I've been working all day. If I could stay at home doing nothing all day, I would, but somebody has to pay for this place!"

I could feel myself getting frustrated so rather than stay and argue, I walked to the door.

"Oh is that what you think I do all day?" She scoffed "sit around doing nothing, is it?"

She stood up and followed me.

"Who do you think looks after the kids, Tommy?" She continued "who makes the dinner, who cleans the house, who baths the children?"

I picked up my gym bag and opened the door as she continued to berate me.

"Yeah, run away like you always do Tommy!" She shouted and her voice was thankfully drowned out as the door closed behind me.

I'd been with Rachel on and off since we were seventeen. Two kids and countless arguments later, we were both twenty-three, and I for one had had enough. It's not that I didn't love her, it was that we couldn't be in the same room for more than ten minutes without arguing. It wasn't fair on the kids, and it wasn't fair on either of us.

I'd always been a bit of a gym rat. Growing up in a shitty neighbourhood meant that if I hadn't gotten my teeth into something productive, I would have ended up either selling or smoking crack like the rest of them.

I was in good shape, and I'd worked hard to get there. I was a regular at the gym, going at least four times a week, but lately I'd pushed it to five, and sometimes even six.

The late evenings worked best for me, but the gym closed at eleven which meant I only had a small window of time when the place was reasonably quiet. I arrived for 9:30pm and was happy to see that there were only a handful of people there.

"Sup, Tommy" Edgar, the owner nodded as I walked in.

"Quiet night?" I asked, and he shrugged.

I got on well with Edgar, he was a solid guy.

I had no particular plan that night. Technically, it wasn't even one of my workout days, but it was sure as hell better than spending the night with my girlfriend.

I stuck my earphones in, blared some music and began.

Working out was the second best feeling in life. I loved the burn, I loved the struggle, I loved everything about it. It made me feel alive. I became lost in it, like I so often did. My mind wandered over everything. Rachel, the kids, work. I was in a world of my own when I noticed him.

A kid of about eighteen or nineteen had arrived. I didn't recognise him so figured he must be new. I ignored him, like I do with pretty much every other person in the gym, until I watched as he attempted to deadlift in a way that would almost certainly end up with him in the emergency room.

My eyes shot toward the desk, but Edgar was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey!" I shouted, louder than I intended to due to the music.

The kid looked up, thankfully dropping the bar as he did. It appeared that only the pair of us were left.

"You're gonna' break your back" I said sternly.

I wasn't one of those gym dickheads that criticised people or made fun of them, but the kid needed to learn how to lift, and had I not noticed him, his spine would currently be snapped in two.

"Sorry" he replied, his face blushing, and instantly I felt bad.

"No... I don't mean it like that" I sighed "it's just..." I dropped my own weights and checked my watch. There was still a while left before the gym closed.

"Here, look" I said, walking toward him.

I could see that his eyes fell to my biceps. He wasn't the first person to stare, and he wouldn't be the last.

"Stand closer to the bar" I told him and he shuffled in further "no, closer again. You want your feet under the bar, otherwise you'll fall forward. Look"

I stood behind him and rolled the bar back toward him until his feet were in the correct position.

"Now bend forward and grab the bar, but keep your arms shoulder width apart".

He leaned forward and as he did, his ass pushed against my crotch. I stepped back, feeling as awkward as he did, but neither of us made a big deal of it.

"Right, now bend your knees until your shins touch the bar" I instructed and watched as the lean young man did as I said.

"Lift your chest and straighten your back" I added, but no matter how much he tried, the kid seemed unable to do it.

"Like this" I said, pushing my right hand against his lower back and straightening his chest with my left.

"Now, big breath in, hold it and then lift with the exhale"

I stepped back, watching the young man carry out the lift. He exhaled deeply, standing up as his thin arms shook, but a moment later, he had done it.

"Nice work bro" I grinned, patting him on the shoulder as he dropped it, his face red and sweaty.

"T... Thanks!" He called after me, and I simply raised my hand in response.

The rest of my workout was uneventful. I spent time on my legs, I'd been neglecting them lately and it was starting to show. By 10:30, I called it a night.

Edgar had returned, but as usual he had fallen asleep behind the desk. How the place hadn't been robbed yet was beyond me, but I always rang the bell as I left, as something of a wake up call for him.

The showers were similar to pretty much every other local, albeit underfunded gym in the country. It was nothing more than a large room with shower heads sticking out of the wall. Further down, benches ran through the middle and lockers sat either side.

I shoved my gym bag into one of the lockers, unzipping it and pulling out my towel before stripping down and heading back toward the showers.

I checked myself in the mirror, admittedly admiring my muscular body. I turned my back, checking the progress there and nodding to myself. I looked good.

The water felt amazing against my sweaty skin and I basked in it for a moment, allowing it to run down my face and chest, trickling off my thick, uncut cock. It had been at least a week since Rachel had gotten me off, and despite the fact that she had pretty much offered it to me on a plate before I left, I just didn't feel up to it.

As I squirted shower gel down my chest, I heard something behind me. I wasn't exactly surprised given that I was in a public shower, but he had been as quiet as a mouse.

"Oh, hey" I said, wiping my eyes and noticing the kid from earlier.

"Hey" He replied, turning his back to me as he undressed.

I thought nothing of it and continued cleaning. The idea of returning home to have yet another argument with Rachel was less than appealing, but what else could I do. I did live there after all.

I punched the shower button and grabbed the towel that I'd dropped on the hook beside it.

Why was she such a fucking bitch all the time? I asked myself.

I casually glanced over my shoulder and my eyes widened.

He was perfect, absolutely fucking perfect. I watched the water trail down his spine, curving at the bottom and pouring down his plump, round, flawless ass. It was better than any ass I'd ever laid eyes on before, and yet it belonged to a man.

I shook my head, horrified that I had even thought of such a thing, but my heavy cock was beginning to stiffen.

I rubbed my face in disbelief, trying to pull my eyes away from him, but constantly taking another look. I needed to leave, now.

I returned to the locker, my cock now fully erect at eight and a half inches, and wanted to dress and get out of there as quickly as possible.

I wasn't gay, nor had I ever even considered that I might me. The idea of being with another man was repulsive to me, and yet I couldn't stop glancing back at the cute, smooth young man and his perfect fucking ass.

I pulled my boxers up my legs, deciding to take one more look, and as I did, his eyes landed on mine, and then fell further to my erection.

I yanked my underwear up quickly and turned away. He'd caught me. What the fuck must he think? One minute I'm helping him deadlift, the next minute I'm fucking perving on him in the showers. I felt disgusting.

I grabbed my shorts, but stopped as he approached.

"Yo, thanks again for the help out there" I heard him say, and he was closer now, much closer.

"No problem, man" I replied, my face red as I stuffed my head into the locker in search of nothing in particular.

"What's your name by the way, mine's Zach"

"Tommy" I told him, finding a pair of socks.

"You're ripped bro" he said, and again, he sounded closer.

"Thanks"

"I bet you work out like crazy!"

I nodded, turning to find where he was and quickly realising that he stood just on the opposite side of the bench.

His body was wet, beads of water trailing down his smooth chest and his sandy blonde hair stuck to his forehead. Around his waste, a small towel was wrapped, and it left little to the imagination.

"Being skinny sucks" he continued, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he was rapidly turning me on, and it was confusing the fuck out of me.

"You're not skinny" I told him genuinely.

He wasn't. Not in an extreme way anyway. He was lean, and smooth, and... Beautiful.

"You don't think?" He asked, and he had turned now and was reaching into his locker.

"The guys in school say I am" he added, and his hand reached for the towel and let it drop to the floor.

He knew I was looking. How else could I tell he wasn't skinny? He knew it, and yet he dropped the towel anyway! The little fucker was teasing me!

"School?" I coughed "how old are you?"

"Eighteen" he replied, and I felt a pang of relief, though I wasn't quite sure why.

I was straight. Completely, utterly, one hundred percent straight, and yet his ass was the most delicious, tempting looking ass I had ever seen.

He turned back around quickly, as though trying to catch me, and once again, he did. I dropped my head, pulling on my socks and feeling yet another wave of embarrassment wash over me.

"How old are you?" He asked nonchalantly, his average sized, but completely hairless cock bouncing as he dried his hair.

"Um..." I couldn't stop looking at him "twenty three".

"Sweet" he nodded, and lowered the towel to his junk, blocking my view.

I shook my head, desperately attempting to get the image of this guys naked ass out of my head, but it was useless, and my cock was now poking out under my shorts. I moved my hand to cover it, and as I did, my can of deodorant fell to the floor and rolled across the ground.

"I'll get it" Zach said quickly, and without a word of warning, the lean young man jumped across the bench and bent over, directly in front of me.

His plump cheeks spread apart to reveal the most inviting looking, pink, smooth asshole I had ever seen. My mouth fell open, and had I known any better, I would have said he was moving at a snails pace on purpose.

He arched his back, his ass perked even higher and then slowly stood up, turning his naked body back to me and holding out the can.

"Here you go" he smiled, unbothered that I, a complete stranger, had just seen his asshole.

"T... Thanks" I stuttered.

He beamed up at me, and then his eyes dropped to the tent in my shorts.

"Are... Are you hard?" He asked, and my stomach sank.

He was going to think I was some kind of pervert. What if he told Edgar? What if Edgar told Rachel? What would people think if they knew that I had gotten a hard-on whilst watching an eighteen-year-old guy take a fucking shower? I felt sick.

"I gotta go" I told him, turning back to the locker and grabbing my bag.

"Aren't you gonna get dressed?" He laughed as I began packing shit away, wearing nothing but a sock and a pair of shorts.

"Right" I nodded, unzipping the bag again, almost frantically.

"You're big" he said, and I couldn't believe my ears.

I knew by the tone of his voice that he wasn't referring to my body. Not the usual parts of it anyway. I slowly lifted my head and watched as the handsome, smooth and naked eighteen-year-old lifted one of his legs over the bench and lay on his stomach. He turned back to me, his ass spreading open once more, and smiled.

This little fucker was doing it on purpose. He knew I was turned on by him.

"How about we make a deal?" He asked seductively, running his hand up his beautiful plump cheek and pulling it even further apart.

I stayed silent, even though my cock was now straining for release, I needed to use my poker face.

"A deal?" I asked "what deal?"

"Well" he shrugged, his finger now sliding between his wet cheeks "you help me in the gym, and I'll help you in the shower".

The idea made my cock swell even further, but it must be a joke. This dude had to be having a laugh.

"I'm straight, bro" I scoffed, but I wanted nothing more than for him to continue.

"Nobody needs to know" he shrugged again "it can be our little secret, Tommy".