Arjun was not feeling well. He pushed through the workweek and fell asleep early Friday night. He slept in late on Saturday and shuffled around the apartment. I took care of him, making him light food and hot tea. Getting him an extra blanket and medicine from the pharmacy.
In the afternoon, he shuffled back to bed for a nap, so I skipped out to hit the gym. Our gym was very gay-friendly and a major cruising location. There were strict rules about keeping the gym floor free of sexual shenanigans, but the locker room, showers, sauna area was a free-for-all.
It was later in the day than we typically go, and I was rewarded with some new eye candy we’d never seen. A medium height built ripped muscled twunk was working out. He wore a black tank top that didn’t stay low, shrinking up to reveal the waistband of his black Calvin Klein underwear and a smooth, muscled abdomen and lower back. His arms were large, defined muscles. He had messy, thick blond hair, a smooth face, sharp features and eye, and thin lips. And the lower body matched the defined, muscle proportions of his upper body. The black gym pants he wore hung to his muscled glutes.
My dick chubbed at the sight of him.
We spent a while on different machines in the same area, our eyes drifting over each other’s bodies, meeting for a moment on occasion. But we remained focused on our workouts.
He moved onto another section of the gym as I worked through the machines in the same area. Only later did I venture to the room he’d moved to. I was finishing my final two exercises and needed the dumbbells. The room with the dumbbells was floor to ceiling mirrors wrapping three of the four walls. It was designed to check yourself out. And the twunk was making good use of that feature.
His tank top raised, showing off his cut, smooth abdomen up to his pecs, with the black fabric stretched across his upper chest. He stood, eyeing the mirror, twisting his body to look at the front, sides, and back. He was muscled and smooth all over.
He saw me enter the room and kept an eye on him. While I was going about my exercises, my eyes drank in the view of his beautiful body.
He smiled and peeled the sweaty tank top off. Flexing his shoulders, biceps, triceps, pecs, lats, and abs, he watched his muscles swell and strain and watched me admiring him.
The waistband of his underwear showed a little more, and the athletic wear pants clung to his butt and he flexed his glutes. My dick pulsed, getting harder. Not yet erect, but a hard chub.
He was showing a nice bulge too, something I hadn’t noticed before.
Pulling his tank top back on, he nodded and smiled at me and left the room.
I finished my two exercises, spent some time jogging on the treadmill, and went to the locker room.
On my way to my locker, the twunk was again shirtless, flexing in front of a large mirror. A few other guys milled about in various states of dress, but this muscle god twunk had my attention.
My eyes on him, I walked by. He looked at me through the mirror and smiled.
“Can you help me out,” he asked, raising an eyebrow at me. “How do I look?”
“Fantastic man,” I said, stopping in my tracks. He flexed, viewing himself in the mirror and looking back at me, seemingly waiting for a lengthier response.
“You’re nicely proportioned,” I continued. “Not like many of the guys here who are all biceps, or all upper body and no lower body. You have definition and mass all over it looks like.” I pointedly directed my gaze up and down his body, from his defined calves, to over his ass, and over his naked torso.
The twunk smiled. “Thanks man. You mind if I ask you for more help?” He paused, and seeing my nod my head, continued, “I want to take some good monthly shots to see my progress, or lack of progress. I always get someone to take them for me, gets a better angle than selfies or propping my phone up.”
His hand dipped into the pocket of his pants, causing them to slip down a little more, the black brief material below the waistband coming into view. My dick yearned. I loved underwear and this twunk already had me going. Handing me his phone, pulled from the pocket, he directed me through some shots as he posed.
A few times I gave him directions – to raise an arm higher, tighten the span between his pecs, push his fists back further – to which he always complied.
“You’re looking very good,” I admired.
He smiled, flexing at me.
I reached a hand out, giving him some directions to straighten his posture, and touched his sculpted bicep. He flexed it and gave me a grin. Moving my hand to his shoulder and then lower back, still adjusting his posture until I was satisfied. I took a few more pictures.
“You know,” I ventured. “Since you have such nice proportions, you should be capturing and comparing your progress all the way around.”
He nodded thoughtfully at my idea and dropped his athletic wear pants. Stepping out of his sneakers and pulling the pants off, the black briefs containing his muscled ass, I had a great view of him.
Turning to face me, his butt facing the mirror, the twunk flexed again. His eyes remained on me, his glutes straining the briefs. His bulge was now on full display.
“Excellent man,” I complimented, my dick leaking and growing. “Great body. Now drop the briefs in the back and flex,” I directed. “Get the full view of your impressive muscles.”
He grinned, looking right at me, and pulled the seat of his briefs down, his naked, muscled, ass bouncing above his hands. It was white and smooth like the rest of his skin. He rested his hands under his cheeks with the waistband of his briefs, flexed his glutes, and looked behind him at the mirror.
“Shit dude,” he exclaimed. “That looks fantastic. Great idea. Wish I’d been capturing this all along!”
He bounced on his calves, his, firm, large, muscled ass shaking.
“Looks great,” I kept saying, taking lots of pictures. “You know, lots of muscled guys who pose for pictures wear only a thin posing strap or something like it. That way they reveal most of their hard work. Less fabric to hide their muscles behind.”
The twunk’s head turned back to me, excited. “I’d wanted to try that,” he said. “But don’t know where to buy a pair, and I’m a little nervous to try our something so revealing.”
“Well,” I said, roping him in, “You really liked showing your butt just now, the posing strap would just mimic this process and be more comfortable. It would free your hands and thighs up. Unless you want to drop the briefs fully and just be completely naked…”
The twunk’s bulge jolted and he gave as close to a look of shyness as I’d seen on him. He had been very confident so far otherwise. “I like this posing strap idea, not sure about being fully nude though.”
“How about this,” I offered, my dick pulsing. “If you come here at the same time next Saturday, I’ll bring along a spare posing strap I have at home. Your more built than me, but my body is bigger overall, I’d say we’re about the same size.”
The twunk looked me over, looked back at his own still naked butt, and back at mine. “I’d say our butts are about the same for sure.”
My anus fluttered at the thought of him checking out my ass.
“How long have you been working out,” he asked, looking at my butt again. “You have an impressive muscle back there.”
“About 15 years now,” I said. “I was an athlete before that, when I was younger. I played racquetball, soccer, skied, swam, lots of sports. But I started actual gym and body building about 15 years ago. My husband and I typically come to the gym together.” Something flashed in the twunk’s eyes when I said ‘husband,’ but I couldn’t read what it was and it didn’t last more than a second. “But he’s home sick today.”
“Nice man,” he said. “Your hard work shows too.” He felt my defined bicep, not as big of cut as his, but still impressive.
“Alright then,” I stated, giving him a grin and bringing it home. “Next week. Same time. I’ll have a posing strap for you and help you take more pictures.”
I handed him back his phone. He stepped into take it, staying close to me, his butt still hanging out. He flipped through all the pictures, talking about the ones he liked, about his progress at the gym.
Stopping on one showing off his pecs, “This was a really good one, your idea to shift my shoulders helped show of the muscles here,” he explained, pointing to his body on the phone and then showing me in person.
I reached a hand up, watching his expression. He didn’t say anything, so I made contact, tracing my hand over the muscle of his upper pec that he’d pointed to.
“I can’t say it enough,” I exclaimed. “You have a great body.”
The twunk moved a step closer, returning to flicking through the photos. He stopped again when he reached the pictures of his naked butt. Zooming in on the phone, studying his butt, the cheeks filling the screen. I thought I was going to lose it right then and there. My cock expanded to full erection and leaked a flow of natural lube into my underwear.
“Beautiful ass,” I said. If we’d gone this far, I wasn’t worried that comment would ruin it now.
The twunk grinned at me, “Thanks man.”
He clicked his phone off and pulled the seat of his briefs back on, covering his sculpted butt.
“I guess you’ll have to wait to see more of that next week,” he joked, snapping the underwear into place below his waist.
I laughed. “Looking forward to it. And my husband will hopefully be along too. He’ll admire your muscles as well.”
That same look flashed through his eyes but remained nondescript.
“What’s you number,” he asked. “I’ll send you one of my butt pics. Show it to your husband, maybe it will make him feel better.”
Hot fuck, I thought. This is going better than I’d imagined.
He sent the pic and nodded goodbye.
“Until next week then,” I said, watching his butt flex in the briefs as he walked deeper into the locker room. He didn’t bother putting the pants or tank back on, most of his muscled body seared into my brain.
Arriving back home, Arjun was just stirring from his nap. I showed him the pic and explained the interaction. His drowsy face showed some renewed energy, “We have to seal the deal bro.”
We have to seal the deal.
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