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I spotted a really muscular guy lifting weights on his own in the far corner. He watched himself in the mirror and focused on his form. As I jogged, I watched him move in ways I’d never watched another guy in a gym before. He was probably the most muscled guy I’d seen this weekend. The chest of his gray tank top was soaked in sweat and after he completed each set, he’d wipe his face and neck off with the towel before starting again. He also adjusted his dick in his shorts several times and when he lay down on the bench to lift weights, I found myself staring up the leg of his gym shorts. No wonder he was continually adjusting himself. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and I had a prime spot to watch this athletic beast and see his dick.

What in the fuck was going on with me? Was there something in the Equinox water? Did it just turn me into a horny, cock hungry guy? I tried to pry my eyes away from him, but I couldn’t. He sat up to towel his face off, then smiled at me and went back to his reps and sets while some other guys started their workouts.

I started imagining sketching him while he worked out. I could accentuate his muscles and show the bulge in his shorts. Maybe even show the head of his dick peeking out from his shorts while he lifted the weights. And maybe nearby would be another guy watching with an obvious erection. I could actually sketch that and use it as an example of my work for the next time Joel and Tristen had the fair portion of a party.

When the man lifting weights stood, he looked at me and then wiped his face and chest with the towel. Then he walked toward me. My heart rate picked up, and I felt a nervous pang in my stomach. Was he going to confront me about staring? Could I tell him he’d make an awesome subject to sketch?

I gave him an upward nod as he approached the side of the treadmill I was jogging on.

“Hi, you don’t have to stop running. But I saw you watching, and I wanted to say hello and introduce myself,” he began. Holy fuck, he saw me watching. Not just glancing, but watching. I needed to work on my secret glances. “I’m Monty,” he said and held his large hand toward me so it would be easy for me to shake without stopping my jog.

“Hey, Monty. I’m Cash,” I panted as I took hold of his hand. The handshake was firm, and suddenly I imagined myself pinned under him and taking everything he wanted to pound into me. Clearly, I needed to be fucked hard.

“Have a good workout, Cash,” he said as he nodded at me. “I’ll see you around,” he said. He flung the towel on his shoulders and headed toward the locker room. I watched him walk away until he disappeared around the corner.

A door shutting caught my attention, and I turned to look in the direction of the spin class only to find Joel coming out of it. I jogged right over to the side panel and the edge of the running pad and fucking tripped over my own two feet. I caught myself with the handrails and pulled myself to an upright position. When I looked at him, he was looking over at me and smiled and waved.

Oh fucking shit. The six-foot-fuck-me-three Silver Fox Daddy saw me trip and nearly fall. I swallowed hard and tried not to look like such a mess or as if gym equipment was like a foreign language to me.

Joel went to one of the rowing machines while I slowed the speed on the treadmill from jogging to walking to cool down. My heart was racing after nearly falling, but also to the fact that Joel was right there showing off his muscular legs as he rowed. His calves were trim and had muscle that showed he was obviously a regular cyclist and rower.

If I stayed on this treadmill much longer, I risked falling again and looking like an idiot. I stopped the treadmill and went to get a bottle of water. I might have purposely walked back over to the treadmills and looked around the gym while I drained the water as if this were part of my regular cool down routine. Yes, walking over to look at the six-foot-fuck-me-three Silver Fox Daddy needed to be part of my cool down routine. He continued to row, oblivious of my existence right now.

I tossed the empty water bottle into the recycling bin and headed to the locker room. A cold shower would do me some good. I went to my locker, stripped out of my sweaty clothes, and shoved them on the bottom shelf of the locker away from my clean clothes. Replaying in my mind meeting Monty and then nearly succumbing to death by treadmill due to Joel walking by, I walked with my eyes focused on the ground as I stepped into the showers.

Stopping at the second shower stall, I turned on the water and tilted my head back so the water could splash my face. I put my right hand on the shower wall and hung my head to just let the water run down my body for a few minutes. I didn’t think anyone else was in here until I heard water and soap suds hitting the floor of the shower.

My “shower among others” rule since middle school was always keep your head down, don’t look at anyone, quickly wash up, and get out as fast as possible. Those rules went out the window. Equinox was safe, so why the fuck not?

I turned my head and looked over my arm in the direction of the soap suds splashing onto the floor and saw Monty. Fuck me. Monty was totally ripped everywhere. The suds slid down his body and curved along his long shaft to pool at his feet. Monty was just big. Everywhere he was big. Muscles, facial features, balls, and a thick, long shaft were all big. I swallowed hard as the water ran down my body while I peered at him over my shoulder. I pumped some shower gel from the dispenser into my hand and began to wash myself. I continued to face the shower wall but would occasionally look over my shoulder at him. He rinsed off, shut the water off, and wrapped a towel around his waist. He gave me a quick smile before returning his gaze to the floor as he walked by. I could totally sketch the fuck out of that guy.

Now that Monty was out of the showers, I felt free to finish at my own pace. I turned around so the water could hit my back while I cleaned my dick and balls. I willed myself not to get hard while I soaped my dick and lathered my aching balls. While I was lost in my thoughts about sketching Monty, I hadn’t realized anyone else had stepped into the shower. But now I was turned around with my back against the wall, and directly across from me was Joel.

Six-foot-fuck-me-three Silver Fox Daddy Joel was bare ass naked maybe fifteen feet from me. He washed himself in front of me without seeming embarrassed or rushed. Nervously, I quickly finished rinsing, shut the water off, grabbed a towel, and then darted out of the showers before Joel could turn around.

I hurried to my locker and almost slipped on the floor on my way. I threw the towel down on the bench and hurriedly tried to open the locker. My shaking fingers moved fast but messed up the access code three times. On the fourth attempt I was able to finally get my locker open. Note to self, never pick a locker on the end near the walkway to the showers. I yanked out my clean T-shirt, then stood and pulled it over my head. In haste I hadn’t dried off and so my T-shirt was rolled and stuck on my upper back. Fuck it, I thought and quickly reached for my boxer briefs. I got one foot in and then the other damp foot caught on the bottom of the underwear, and I felt myself starting to fall.

Only I never hit the ground.

Joel’s strong hands caught me before I fell.

“Careful, Cash,” Joel said as he guided me to the bench to sit on my towel.

“Sorry. I mean, thank you. Sorry about that. I lost my footing,” I said and looked up at him.

I tried so fucking hard not to let my eyes drop to his towel just below his waist, but failed miserably. With my face beet red, a T-shirt rolled and stuck under my armpits, and one foot in my underwear, I stared at the obvious bump in Joel’s towel.

“There’s no need to apologize. Are you alright?” he asked as I looked up. Our eyes locked onto one another’s, and I nodded. “Good. We can’t have you getting hurt. We just found you,” Joel said.

We just found you.

What did that mean?

I managed to get my foot into my underwear and stood to pull it all the way on. We were very close, and he didn’t budge to give me any space to get dressed.

“I’ll be more careful from now on,” I promised.

Joel nodded, still close enough that I could feel his warm breath. He looked at my T-shirt, and I quickly pulled it off, unrolled it, and put it back on. This time it didn’t roll up.