Page 36 of The Titan and the Trainer

It was one he’d worn occasionally for running, but a long time ago. The elastic was slightly worn, and the straps a bit threadbare, but it would have to do. He made a mental note to clear out and refresh his locker. He pulled the jockstrap on. It felt a bit strange but still fit him. He pulled the compression vest on and was about to step into the shorts when a rather flirty idea came to his mind.

He took out his phone.

***

In Manhattan, Julian was pretending to listen to one of his CFO’s talk about EBITDA and the important relationship between that and gross revenue, when his phone suddenly vibrated. He saw the message was from Callum. He instantly felt happier.

Callum: Hey MMM – new nickname for you – ‘MY man mountain’ - not decided if I’ll settle on that one yet, so I’m trying it out for size. How is your day going? Are you bored and in need of entertainment…?

This brought a smile to Julian’s face, but aware of the circumstances, he quickly covered his mouth and coughed, reaching to top up his water glass from the previously interesting jug.

He discreetly typed a reply:-

Julian: Hey handsome (I’m sticking with simple). I’m clearly not creative like you…. Yes, I’m really bored and very much in need of entertainment. What do you have in mind? Is it a kitten on a robot vacuum GIF, because if so, I’m SO like over it!

Julian was pleased with his attempt at youth-speak, knowing all about GIFs and kittens on vacuums. Callum would be proud of him…. he hoped.

The response was instant:-

Callum: Would you like a picture of me? [Is it ok to send to you whilst in your meeting? I don’t want to get you in trouble at work or anything?]

Julian smiled to himself, immediately replying.

Julian: Cal, try to remember I own the company… If I get in trouble, it’s only with myself… Yes send me a pic please – I need one for your Contact Card anyway. I was only thinking this morning that I don’t have any nice pictures of you.

Callum: Sending now – in the words of Mr. Doubtfire, brace yourself Effie!

Julian got the Mrs Doubtfire reference straight away, but couldn’t understand the relevance? Whatever is he sending me?

The first picture appeared. It was a beautiful one of Callum in the blue silky shorts and a tight white compression vest top, laid back on a weight bench looking sexily at the camera. The image had a dark background with a shaft of light falling across his body and face, highlighting his curves and accents. His arms and chest looked like he’d just worked out, muscles engorged. The shorts were rather revealing, bulge prominent, especially from that angle.

Mmm, thought Julian, an instant rush of blood to his groin. Before he had time to click ‘Save’ on the photo, the next one arrived.

This one was a similar setting, but Callum was now shirtless, wearing the same skimpy blue shorts, exercising at a lateral pull-down machine. He was looking directly into the camera, brown eyes intense. Julian was trying to work out how he took the picture. It must have been through the support bars of the equipment? Callum’s shoulders looked huge at full extension, and his chest was pumped, legs spread wide and inviting. Callum had the steeliest look on his face Julian had seen, causing his stomach to flip. He suddenly felt very warm.

Callum looked stunning. The hunger Julian felt for him at this moment was a constant reminder of how lucky he was to have found him. He felt aroused and yet humble at the same time. At this point, Julian had to discreetly adjust himself in his suit, and as he did so, he felt a wetness around his cockhead. How was he already leaking precum in his shorts?

Julian could barely take his eyes off the two pictures. Even though Callum must have somehow taken these himself, the lighting and angles were very impressive. How had he done this? He’s also an excellent photographer.

The discussion continued in front of him, and he nodded his head as if part of it, making eye contact with a few around the table, just to maintain appearances before replying.

Julian: Wow, just wow Cal. Those pictures are stunning. You look fantastic. You are seriously turning me on here. My dick is leaking in my shorts; I can feel it.

Without any warning, the third picture came through, causing Julian to drop his phone, which created a huge thump in the middle of the meeting. Suddenly, silence; every head around the table instantly turned his way.

“Sorry!” he put his hands up. Red-faced and slightly flustered he bent down to quickly retrieve the phone before anyone rushed to help. He grabbed it and locked the screen.

Things settled, and the meeting resumed.

But even without the picture in front of him, Julian could remember every detail.

It was practically pornographic.

Callum bending over the same weight bench, upper body half-turned, looking intensely into the camera. His shoulders were huge, his waist small, his round butt filling the screen with his cheeks parted, framed by the worn straps of the jock and one hand resting on his hip. The weight of his genitals was clear in the pouch of the jock hanging low between his legs. But his butt was the clear focus of this picture, a beautiful butt now burned onto the back of Julian’s retinas.

He adjusted his position in the chair; his dick was now fully erect and very uncomfortable in the constraint of his shorts and suit trousers. If he had to stand right now, he was doomed.

Julian couldn’t respond to Callum immediately, although he was aching to. He had to feign attention for a few minutes at least, until everyone relaxed and refocused back to the meeting. When he was happy that they were suitably distracted, he opened his phone again.