I was driving across the city with my laptop bag on the passenger seat and my cock already half hard in my jeans. It felt like heading to a Grindr meet for the first time, nervous, excited, not sure what was actually going to happen. But this was not a random guy from an app. This was my ex-girlfriend's new boyfriend who had texted me late last night while she was in the shower. He hated working from home alone. So here I was, driving to their place to apparently ‘work together’ and get some workout tips from him because he was jacked as fuck. Except I knew that was bullshit the second I agreed. I had spent the whole morning thinking about his messages, the pictures he sent, the way he had looked at the party. And now I was actually going over.
I parked in front of the building and sat there for a second, heart beating too fast. Then I pulled out my phone.
“Hey! I’m here.”
He replied almost instantly. “Second floor. I’m waiting.”
I smiled despite myself and got out of the car. I took the stairs instead of the elevator because I needed the extra seconds to breathe. By the time I reached the second floor landing, one of the doors was already open a little. Logan stood there in the doorway.
He was wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped low around his waist. His upper body was completely bare, still glistening with water droplets from the shower. His dark hair was wet and messy. He looked like he had just finished a workout and rinsed off. Broad shoulders, thick chest, abs cut deep even when he was relaxed. The towel hung dangerously low on his hips, showing the sharp lines that led down to the heavy bulge in front.
“Alex,” he said, voice easy and deep. He smiled and stepped back so I could come in.
I walked toward him, trying not to stare too obviously. My bag felt heavy in my hand. I had brought the laptop just in case he actually wanted to work and I was reading everything wrong. But looking at him standing there in just a towel, I was pretty sure that laptop was going to stay in the bag all afternoon.
I stepped inside and he closed the door behind me. The apartment was nice and clean. Living room with a big couch, big windows, the kind of place that made sense for someone in finance who liked to look put together.
“I just came out of the shower,” he said, walking past me toward the kitchen. “Got back from the gym a little while ago.”
I kicked off my shoes by the door and set my bag on the couch. “Gym in the afternoon?”
He laughed a little as he opened the fridge. “Yeah man. I like to get a workout in whenever I can. Keeps the energy up.” He grabbed two bottles of water and came back. “You want water? Or I can grab some juice if you’re really thirsty.”
“Water’s good,” I said, taking the bottle. My eyes kept drifting back to him no matter how hard I tried to act normal.
Logan leaned against the kitchen counter for a second, one hand on his hip. The towel shifted a little lower with the movement. Water droplets still ran down his chest and over the ridges of his abs. His pecs looked full and heavy. The dark nipples stood out against his skin. When he breathed, the muscles in his stomach flexed slightly. The white towel stretched across the front of his hips, the thick outline of his cock clearly visible underneath. It looked heavy. Substantial. My own cock gave a hard twitch in my jeans.
He caught me looking and smiled, not calling it out yet. “I thought I’d get a nice pump for you.”
I let out a nervous laugh and sat down on the couch. “Yeah. Looking good man.”
“Yeah thanks man,” Logan said easily as he walked over. “I’ve been bulking up pretty hard the last couple months. Putting on solid size.” He dropped down right next to me on the couch, close enough that our thighs nearly touched. The towel shifted higher on his powerful legs when he sat. Heat rolled off his freshly showered skin. He smelled clean but with that faint underlying musk from the gym that still clung to him.
He leaned back a little, one arm resting along the back of the couch. “Been hitting a good 6 day split lately. Push pull legs. Keeps things simple but you see real progress if you push the weights.”
I nodded, pretending to listen. My eyes were glued to the way his thick pecs moved every time he breathed or gestured. The dark nipples tightened slightly in the cool apartment air. When he shifted his shoulders, the muscle in his chest flexed and relaxed in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. Water droplets from his hair ran down the side of his neck and over one rounded pec before disappearing into the deep valley between them. His abs were tight even at rest, eight clear ridges separated by sharp lines that led down toward the dangerously low towel. The white fabric stretched across his hips, the heavy bulge underneath shifting slightly with every small movement he made. I could see the thick outline of his cock resting against his thigh. It looked half hard already.
“You can start with a 3 day split and you’ll notice your chest filling out in a few weeks,” he continued, voice casual like we were just two bros talking gains. “Eat enough, sleep enough, and the muscle comes.”
I kept nodding. My mouth felt dry. I was almost drooling as I stared at his body. The way his forearms flexed when he emphasized a point, veins standing out like ropes under the skin. The slow rise and fall of his powerful chest. How his abs contracted every time he laughed or took a breath. The towel barely held on, riding up his thick quads and threatening to slip off completely. My own cock was rock hard in my jeans, trapped and leaking. I shifted again, trying to hide it, but I could not tear my eyes away from this jacked alpha. Every inch of this bulky, dominant man sitting half naked next to me was pure sex.
Logan kept going for another minute, throwing in more tips about progressive overload and protein intake. I managed to mumble something about how I used to try the gym but never stuck with it.
He laughed, low and easy. “Most guys quit too early, man. You just need the right motivation.”
His leg brushed against mine when he shifted closer. The contact sent a hot jolt straight through my body and straight to my aching dick.
Then he turned more toward me. His voice dropped just a little.
“You’re not really here for the workout tips, are you?”
I snapped out of the daze and looked at his face. He was watching me with that same easy smile from the party, but there was something sharper underneath it now.
“No. No, I want to build muscle,” I said quickly. “I’m listening.”
Logan smiled wider. “Bullshit. You haven’t listened to one thing I’ve said.”
“I am…” I lied, feeling my face heat up.
He leaned back a little, one arm along the back of the couch. The movement made his chest open up even more. “I know your eyes were on my body the whole time I was talking.”
I tried to deny it. “What? No, man. It’s not like that.”
Logan’s eyes dropped for a second, like he was checking something, then came back to mine. “Yeah, you seem to enjoy looking at me a lot. Same as at the party.”
My stomach flipped. I tried to play it off but my voice came out weaker than I wanted. “It’s not really like that, Logan.”
He had a grin now. Slow and knowing. “Then why did I get a notification that you liked a very old shirtless picture of mine last night?”
My heart slammed in my chest. Fuck. He knew. He had known from the start. I had been so careful scrolling through his profile while I jerked off, but apparently not careful enough. The like must have gone through when I zoomed in on one of those old gym shots and accidentally pressed a button.
I swallowed. “Must have been a mistake.”
Logan’s voice stayed calm, almost teasing. “You sure? Because I can tell you like what you see.”
I opened my mouth but nothing came out right away. My eyes betrayed me again and dropped to his chest, the way the water had dried in little trails over his skin. “Uh… Logan, I…”
He reached down with one hand and hooked a finger under the edge of the towel at his hip. He did not pull it off fast. He did it slowly. Deliberate. The white fabric loosened around his waist. The front sagged first, then the whole towel started to slip. I watched it fall inch by inch. The thick base of his cock appeared, half hard and resting heavy against his thigh. Then the full length came into view. It was big. Thick. The head was full and smooth, already starting to swell more as the towel dropped completely. His balls hung low and full underneath, heavy and smooth. The shaft had a slight curve, veins running along the sides. It twitched once as it was freed, growing heavier and longer against his quad.
Logan pulled the towel off and let it fall to the floor. He sat there completely naked now, legs spread just enough, one arm still along the back of the couch. His cock continued to fill out right in front of me, thickening and lifting slightly with each slow breath he took.
“I’ll really give you something to look at,” he said, voice low and casual like he was still talking about workout tips.
My mouth went dry. My own cock throbbed painfully in my jeans. I could not look away from him. The way his thick cock rested against his thigh, the heavy balls underneath, the way his abs flexed with every breath.
The apartment was quiet except for the sound of our breathing. Logan just watched me, that small grin still on his face, waiting to see what I would do next.
I sat there frozen on his couch, heart hammering, staring at my ex girlfriend’s boyfriend’s naked body while he waited for me to make the next move.
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