I was in love with Bryce from the first day I saw him.
I was at my gym, minding my own business, when I looked up after finishing a set and saw the hottest man I had ever seen walk across the gym floor. He was exactly my type. He had short brown hair and a handsome, friendly face. Wearing a super low-cut tank top that showed off his fat pecs, muscly arms that I wanted wrapped around me, and abs that popped in ways I didn’t think possible. His small shorts showed off tree trunk-like legs and a meaty ass.
His whole look screamed jock. I wasn’t the only one checking him out; in fact, most of the gym was. Men and women were smiling at him as he walked past, and he smiled back.
I hadn’t long started at this gym after moving into the area, so I didn’t know about him yet, but it turns out he was well known at this gym for being a hot jock type and a very friendly guy.
Cut to a few months later, and I still hadn’t said a word to him. Every time I saw him, I turned to jelly; even if he had said something to me, I don’t think I could reply, as I would definitely lose my ability to speak. But I liked being able to see him from afar, watching him work out and get sweaty, and seeing him smile at people as he talked to them. He was just so gorgeous. I felt a bit silly. Here I was, a grown man in my early thirties, a successful one at that, and I had this schoolboy crush on a straight guy at my gym.
I did notice that he seemed to have a regular stream of girls at the gym flirting with him, but then I noticed he was working out with one in particular for a few weeks, so I figured she was dating him now. It figured; she was absolutely stunning, and they both came to the gym a lot.
One evening, after I had been a member of the gym for about four months, I was lying on my back on a bench, just finishing a chest exercise with dumbbells. When I dropped them and sat up, he was standing right next to me.
I froze.
“He bro, how many more sets you got?” he said, smiling down at me.
“Urghhh, one, I have one, one set. Left. Left to go,” I stammered.
Why am I sounding like an idiot?
“Sweet dude, mind if I grab the bench after you?” he said, still smiling that perfect smile.
“Uh, yeah, I mean, it’s yours, so that will be fine. Yep,” I again stammered.
“Nice, great form by the way!” he said, then walked over to the dumbbell rack.
My stomach was doing flips. He spoke to me, and I just about managed to say something back. Our first conversation. And he liked my form.
After a short break, I did my last set. I actually had two more sets to go, but I was never going to tell him that. Then I put my dumbbells back on the rack and headed off to do my next exercise, and I saw him sit down on the bench I had just been on with massive dumbbells.
I didn’t have any interaction with him again for a few weeks.
But then, it all changed…
I noticed in the last week he had stopped training with the girl, so I did wonder if they had broken up.
I had been working hard to up my weights in my sessions and was on the bench press. I worked out alone, and it was hard to increase my weights because you might get in trouble if you push yourself too hard. It’s good to have a spotter, but I didn’t have anyone. I did a few sets at my usual weight, then added some more. As I lay back and lifted the bar up, I could do it, but it felt very heavy. I wasn’t sure how many I could do, or whether I would get too fatigued and end up dropping the bar on myself if I couldn’t restack it.
As I was considering this, I heard a voice, his voice.
“Need a spot, bro?” Bryce said.
I looked over to the side, and he was standing near me, looking straight at me.
“Ugh, yeah. If you’re ok with that?” I managed to say.
“Yeah, bro, no issues, I got you.” He flashed his perfect smile and came to stand over me, so he was at the bar, held his hands out so he could guide me back up if I got fatigued.
“Ok, whenever you’re ready,” he said.
Fuck. He is spotting me. Bryce, my dream guy. I was trying to calm my heart rate down, especially as I was about to lift this heavy bar. He was so close to me I could smell him, and when I looked up, I could see his crotch in his gym shorts, fuckkkk.
I took the bar off and held it up. His hands hovered under it, then he pulled them back, and I started my reps. I was determined to do well, wanting to look strong in front of him. I got through my eight reps, and he helped guide the bar back to the rack.
“Nice, dude! Good job,” he said in his sexy, warm voice.
“Thanks, man, appreciate it”, I replied as I sat up, managing to sound normal for the first time around him.
“I’m Bryce, by the way”, he said, extending his hand.
I know exactly who you are, but I am obviously not going to say that.
“I’m Charlie, nice to meet you,” I said, and I took his hand to shake it.
Fuck, his grip was strong. He had big hands, and they enveloped mine; my heart skipped about four beats.
Another person came over and started talking to him, so I took a few minutes' rest. Then he turned to me.
“Ready to go again?” he said, sounding excited.
I was not ready to go again. But of course, I didn’t say that.
“Sure!” I said, trying to sound excited too.
I lay down again and took the bar in my hands. He helped me lift it, then moved his hands away, and I began my reps. Fuck, I was feeling tired. I didn’t have many reps in me. My arms began to shake, I brought the weight down and was pushing it back up, but I started to struggle.
“Shit,” Bryce said.
I figured he was referring to me and the fact that I was struggling to lift the bar back up, but I managed to glance at him, and he was distracted, looking across the gym at something else.
“Ummm, Bryce?” I said desperately as the bar hovered about halfway, I couldn’t get it back up to the rack.
Bryce looked back down at me as my arms gave way and the bar dropped down onto my upper chest. Before I knew what was happening, he had taken the bar and pulled it straight up off me as if it weighed nothing and restacked it.
“Dude, shit, I am so sorry! Are you ok?” he said as he rushed to the side of the bench and crouched down. His hands reached for my upper chest, where the bar had hit, checking me.
I was a bit sore but fine, I think. He had pulled it off me so quickly, and it had only come down a few inches. I was more embarrassed than anything else.
“Can you talk? Are you hurt? Fuck man, I am so sorry!” Bryce continued in a genuinely concerned tone.
I sat up. I was kind of touched by how much he seemed to be worried.
“I’m ok, honestly, all good. Just a bit embarrassed, thought I had it,” I said truthfully.
“No man, that’s all on me. I’m sorry. My ex came in with her new guy, and I got distracted. I’m an asshole,” Bryce said, seeming upset.
“I promise I’m ok! Please don’t worry,” I said, trying to reassure him.
He looked at my face for a long time, seeming to see if I was being truthful.
“Ok, but I am buying you a protein shake, I owe you, dude. And I wanna check you are ok,” he said
I think I would have let the bar crush my arm completely if it meant hanging out with Bryce.
“You don’t have to, but ok, sounds good”, I said, trying not to show how excited I was.
He took my hand and helped me up, and we walked over to the juice bar together.
I was trying hard not to stare and not smile like an idiot at the fact that I was finally getting to hang out with the man I have been in love with for months.
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