Bryce and I sat together at the juice bar of our gym. It was a little area beside the main gym floor where you could buy protein shakes and rest after working out.
We were both sitting on stools, and they were close together, so Bryce’s knee was lightly touching mine. I was finding it hard to breathe.
Bryce was excitedly chatting away about the gym and how much he loved working out here. He was such a sweet guy; I wished he were an asshole, so I could get over this stupid crush, but talking to him just made me like him more. He was also interested in me, asking me about my work and interests, and it seemed genuine. It was nice. I hadn’t lived here long and was still making friends, so it was cool to get to chat to someone. And the fact that someone was the hottest person I had ever seen was the icing on the cake.
Bryce was working a marketing job he hated, but it paid okay, and the hours meant he had plenty of time for the gym, which was his passion. He eventually wanted to be a personal trainer. I told him he’d be a great PT; he was so likeable and clearly knew all about working out.
“Yeah, but then I nearly killed you when I was supposed to be spotting you!” he replied.
“Bryce, it’s fine! It was an accident. I shouldn’t have tried that weight anyway,” I said, wanting him to stop worrying about it.
“I just got so distracted. It’s hard working out at the same gym as your ex, but I love this gym, so I don’t wanna change it,” he said, looking sad.
I really didn’t want him to leave this gym either. I had finally got to know him after months of just looking from afar; I didn’t want him to go now.
“You shouldn’t go; it’ll get easier. It just takes time,” I said soothingly.
“You had a bad break-up?” he asked.
This took me by surprise. I hadn’t thought our chat would get this deep. Truth was, I had to; it’s why I had moved here, to get a fresh start.
“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I have,” I replied, hoping he wouldn’t ask anymore.
“You still see her?” he asked.
“Him. And no, I don’t still see him,” I replied. Guess I'll find out now if he is an asshole or not.
“Oh, my bad. Him. Was it a bad break-up?” he asked.
Well, shit, he was totally cool with finding out I’m gay. I mean, why shouldn’t he be? But you never know. He really was a great guy.
“Yeah,” I replied, trying to put an end to this part of the conversation.
Bryce looked like he was going to ask more, but then something behind me distracted him.
“Oh shit. She’s back,” he said, looking instantly stressed.
I turned to see the woman I used to see him with walking into the juice bar with a big, beefy guy, who looked like a proper meathead. He was scowling towards Bryce.
“Look, I’m feeling totally fine, so I’m going to head to get changed. Thanks for the shake” I said, getting up. I felt like our chat was over, and I probably should get home.
“Sweet me too! Let’s go,” Bryce said, ignoring the part where I was saying goodbye.
So, Bryce and I walked to the changing rooms together.
My stomach was doing somersaults, on top of somersaults. I might be about to see Bryce topless, or more? Fuck, we had just started getting on, and now I am going to get hard around him, and that’ll make it weird, and he won't talk to me again.
The changing rooms were pretty small; there were lockers all the way around and a couple of benches in the centre. The showers were down a short corridor near the back, there were only four, and they were on each wall so two showers faced the other two showers, with glass partitions.
As soon as we got into the changing room, Bryce took his shorts off and chucked them onto one of the benches. His body… wow. I couldn’t help but stop in my tracks and stare. He went over to a locker and opened it. I quickly stopped looking and headed to my locker, opened it, took out my bag and towel, and put them on the bench.
But when I looked back at Bryce, he was now wearing only small white briefs.
Jesus, his body was just so incredible. Not surprising based on how much he worked out, but seeing it this close and almost naked was a lot.
I didn’t want to take my clothes off, but it would have been weird if I hadn’t, so I took my top off and tried to focus on getting my clothes out of my bag.
Bryce was chatting to me again, talking about the gym and the upgrades he wanted them to do. New machines and an outdoor area. But it was so hard to focus because as he was saying this, he stripped off his briefs, so he was now completely naked right in front of me.
His rock-hard abs, more than I thought someone could possibly have, led to a v line that took your eyes down to his cock. It looked average in size, with a nice thickness. It was soft but looked like it would grow to a good size. He had shaved pubes around it; he obviously groomed himself there. I couldn’t believe I was standing looking at Bryce’s dick. After all this time imagining him naked here, he was in front of me. And it was even better than I ever could have imagined.
I was completely in love with this man.
Bryce said something, and it pulled me out of my daze.
“You coming?” he said.
“What?” I replied, having not heard what he had said.
“Gonna go shower,” he said.
“Oh yeah, I’ll head in sec,” I replied.
Bryce turned and walked to the showers. Giving me a view of one of the plumpest, meatiest and hardest asses I had ever seen. This guy had a dump truck of an ass back there. Damn. I was generally more of a bottom when having sex, but I had a thing for guys with big asses, and Bryce’s ass was huge.
As he turned into the showers, I took the opportunity to strip off and put my towel on.
I needed to calm down. Bryce was a really cool guy, and I didn’t wanna make it weird by getting hard in front of him. I had plenty of images now of him naked that I knew would fuel my wanks for a long time.
I slowly made my way to the showers; I could hear some running. When I got here, three of them were being used, so the only free one was the one directly across from Bryce. Fuck.
I got in the shower and turned it on. The showers didn’t have doors, so you could see directly into the showers opposite. As I got in, the guy next to Bryce finished and headed off. I caught a glimpse and saw Bryce soaping up his gorgeous body under the water, what a view. He started soaping his abs and running his hands down to his cock to wash that too.
I couldn’t help it; my dick got hard. I turned away and tried to breathe slowly to get it to go down, but I couldn’t. I was fully hard. Fuck.
Bryce started chatting to me again from his shower.
What do I do?
He called my name again. I tried to answer, facing away, but he couldn’t hear me.
I would have to turn around…
Fuck.
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