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When I first started working at the gym I stood out right away. In a good way. People commented on how hard I worked. James once told me that members would stop him and opinion on how great of a worker I was multiple times a day. James also told me that he liked when I was there because he never had to worry about what the club looked like (minus the ladies locker room of course). 

A few months into the job and I was pretty comfortable with how things were going. I started to work out regularly and with intensity, and my body showed the results. 

I would come into the club and people – co-workers and members alike – would come talk to me.It really made me feel welcomed. For the first time since the good times with Tommy, I felt like I had a place where I belonged. 

There were beautiful men (and women) everywhere! Besides the belonging, the eye candy was the best part about the gym. 

I remember one day, I had gone upstairs during the midday lull to do some deep cleaning in cardio. I put each machine on its highest incline so that I could raise them up and clean underneath the machines. 

As I was doing my work this guy I had seen, at all times at this time of day, named Spencer walks up to me.

His body was INSANE!

At any given time Spencer could walk in the room and easily be the biggest guy in there. I had seen him from a distance but we never really talked more than ‘hi’. He had tattoos everywhere, even on his face and hands. I had seen him with his shirt off a couple of times and when I tell you he had such a defined set of abs. Like forget a 6, he had a 12 pack. His chest and abs were also covered in thick, coarse, dark fur. 

He also had a girlfriend…rather a series of girlfriends…Every month there was a new girl. Every girl was gorgeous …fitness model status, you know, sculpted and thicc. 

I have the treadmill lifted off the ground, and I’m mopping underneath it as he approaches me.

“Hey dude.” He says to me. 

“Hey man!” I reply. 

“I just wanna say thank you for always being on top of everything. The gym is always super clean when you’re here.”

I was surprised by not only him verbalizing his appreciation…but also his friendliness. He had a very unfriendly, untouchable disposition at a glance…but talking to him…he had humility that was intoxicating. 

He smiled and reached out his hand.

“I’m Spencer.” He said. I told him my name as I shook his hand. “Nice to meet you.” 

After that Spencer and I would talk a bit more than just ‘hi’ or ‘sup’. Once when I was working out he approached me and gave me some pointers on my form, which revolutionized my workout. When he left, he said “anytime you need advice or anything, let me know.” 

I loved the way he dressed too. Jordans, joggers, cut sleeveless shirts or hoodies. Ball cap or beanie. His looks were at all times on point. 

He would even introduce me to his girlfriends from time to time. He was just such a cool guy. Maybe like a year or two older than me, but with so much lived experience he felt much more mature.  

Needless to say I had a big crush on him. But alas he was straight, so I knew that I could look, but I dare not show interest outside the bro-verse.

Spencer left my gym. I was super bummed about it. But he said it was getting too expensive, and there were many other cheaper places to workout.  

Months went by and I didn’t see him. 

I had put him out of my mind. I also was moving up at the club a bit. I had started to work the desk and was a safety monitor of sorts. 

One day I was coming down the hallway, and saw a gorgeous girl approaching me. Big tits, long flowing dark hair, she dressed in the Victoria Secret Pink label (this was back when that brand was gigantic at the gym). She had a trim waist and very thicc …assets.  

Her beauty was eclipsed however by a large shadowy deity looming up behind her. 

I staggered in surprise.

“Spencer!?” I gasped to myself. They were down the hall so I’m sure he couldn’t have heard me. 

But he saw me.

He outstretched his arms. “Bro!”

We met in the middle of the hallway! I told him it was good to see him again, and asked if he had re-joined. He said he had not, but his girl had a guest pass. 

I was again a bit disappointed but still so happy to see him. 

He suggested that we workout sometime and gave me his number. I played it cool, but was shook with excitement. He made me feel things I didn’t know I could feel again. 

Spencer made me feel hope.

At this point in my life, I had just gotten used to the city. I knew what I could afford, where to shop. I had a job that gave me a sense of regularity. And while I didn’t think it would happen…I could be alone in my room at night, thinking about Tommy, and not cry.

And truth is…It wasn’t just him, but the fact that I had new friends. New scenery and people that would enter my dreams at night. Suddenly my highschool life just didn’t seem relevant to who I was anymore. I was shedding a skin. And it all happened without me eager it, or even noticing it.  

Spencer hit me up the next morning on my day off.

***Sup***

*Nothing dude wyd*

***Chillin, wanna workout…I’m thinking legs?***

I was excited and nervous. While I was in good shape for once in my life, I knew I couldn’t keep up with Spencer. My fat kid senses were tingling. I wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to be with him though. 

I met him there…upstairs in cardio, pretty close to where we first met. I hopped on the adjacent treadmill and began to warm up with him. 

To my surprise I could keep up with his workouts. I have very strong legs and back, probably from at all times spent on Tommy’s farm …and re-racking the free weight room. 

One of our last stations is the squat rack. This is a workout that I don’t do on my own. It makes me nervous. 

He loads some plates on, and as the workout progresses, he has me spot him because he’s going until failure. Which means that as he squats, I stand behind him and squat with him. 

When it’s my turn, he keeps pushing me “One more bro you got this.” On my last set my legs are pretty much jelly and I begin to tremble. 

“Oh fuck!” I say just as I am trying to come back up.  I look at him in the mirror and he’s standing funny with a nervous look on his face. 

“You got it?” He asks. Clearly I don’t got it. 

“Help me!” I managed to say. Finally he springs into action standing behind me and lifting the bar. 

On my way back up, my ass graises his crotch, and I feel something warm and very hard. I set the bar back and look back.

Spencer is beet red and has his hand covering his bulge. When our eyes met he had a look of panic on his face. I collapsed against the side of the rack not trying not to fall out completely, then finally lay down on the hard rubber floor. 

I didn’t say anything. I just lay on the ground not sure that I wouldn’t need a wheelchair to get out of here.

“Great save.” I manage to say. He doesn’t acknowledge  my sarcasm. He won’t even look at me, even though I’m practically laying at his feet. 

Despite all this a smile has grown on my face.  He’s standing there, with his hands clasped together, very nonchalantly covering his hard on. 

I reach up. “Give me a hand will ya?” 

He looks down at me with a ‘oh, give me a break’ expression. 

I laugh. The situation was hilarious to me, and very flattering. I lay on my back and rotated my hips to show my ass. “It’s better than pre-workout.” I said, giving it a playful slap. 

Finally he broke and started to laugh too. I lifted myself off the ground, my legs still wobbly but I managed.  It’s an awkward moment for the both of us. The Spencer I knew had a kind of dark vibe, kinda scary, until you get to know him…he  is really a sweet dude and very humble. Even still,  I had never seen Spencer less than confident. His embarrassment only made him more attractive to me.  

I get up after spending some time catching my breath. “You good yet?” I say. He gives a little nod. 

I’m a couple steps in front of him as we walk out the weight room, he gives my ass a smack. 

?!

I almost didn’t know what to say…”That’s all you got?” I looked him up and down “I thought you worked out.” 

You should have seen the squirrely look that came across his face when I said that. His eyes widened, his mouth opened slightly, but also there was a smile in there too. 

I was getting off on the tease. He was into it! He was into me! All this time? 

I was hoping I would get some kind of acknowledgement of his feelings when we got back to the parking lot. But all I got was a “great workout…Later man.” 

Later that night my phone lights up with a single word text.

***Hey***

*Whats up dude*

***nm…wyd***

*chillin wby* 

***same…you sore?***

I wanted things to go further so I replied

*…not yet:)*

There was a long break in the conversation

***Come over***

I couldn’t believe this was happening! He text me his address, and after another quick shower, I was parked slightly down the street from his house. Per his request. 

He lived at home with family, and was trying to be as discreet as efficient. When he finally emerged out the dark, he climbed into my vehicle and was very quiet. He looked beautiful in his skin tight muscle shirt. He was wearing cologne. He was fidgety and nervous.

“I’m not gay.” He said.

“Cool, I was really hoping we could just talk about girls.” 

He laughed and shook his head “You asshole.” 

We talked a bit and I asked him how long he was into me. 

“Into you? …I’m not into you. You have a fat ass and nice dick sucking lips, that’s all.”I feel like I should have been offended, but I wasn’t.

“Okay…so when did you notice my ass.” 

He laughed “Like the first time I met you. It’s fat. I always wanted to fuck that ass.” He was strangely impersonal. 

This was my first experience but not my last with a ‘straight’ guy not eager to accept his homosexual desires.  I didn’t fully figure out it at the moment.

“Can I kiss you?” I asked. He just shrugged and leaned into me. His kiss was unrelenting. It was okay but there was no passion behind it. It was all performance. His tongue snaked around my mouth. I felt nothing. 

I caressed his shoulders. I forgot how extremely muscled he was. Okay I know this sounds weird, but it was like his muscles responded to my touch. There was a tingle that came from them, almost a vibration when I touched them. It was like they were teeming with life. 

I had to really feel them. I reached under his shirt and caressed his chest. His whole torso was covered in fur. My fingers combed through till I found his built chest and rubbed all over it. I was like an electric current flowed from him, into me. I searched for his nipples and found that they were pierced. When I flicked them he growled and bit down on my neck. 

He was a monster. 

I loved it.

I saw the bulge in his pants and went for it. He helped me remove his pants. And his dick which was about 6.5 inches long, with average girth, sprang forth. A more experienced me would have taken my time. I would have teased him. But we both had months and months of wanting each other, and I was impatient. 

I started sucking him ferociously. He palmed my head with his hands and roughly fucked my face until my jaw was sore. He reached down while my face was in this lap, and gripped and fingered my ass. He was so rough. But I could take it.

I was surprised when he asked me to pull mine out. I got up and leaned back, reclining my seat so I could. I was already fully hard, and when the full length of my shaft came out he gasped.

“Fuck dude!” He wasted no time reaching out and grabbing it. “Fucking huge!” His mouth watered and his eyes glittered. He just stroked it for a while without saying anything. Then he flipped his hat backward and plunged down on it.

Honestly, I don’t think the head was bad. I just don’t remember it being great. What I do remember is what happened next, after he slobbered all over it. 

“Fuck me.” He said. 

I wanted to protest as he climbed on top of me. But I was in shock. This was a plot twist I did not see coming. I keep lotion in my glove box and fingered some into him. 

It happened slowly. He slid down a few inches, his face twisted in pain. Then back up.

“Maybe we shou-” I started to say, but he clamped his hand down over my mouth. 

For the next hour he rode my cock, barely switching positions. As if I weren’t even there. He just used me as a fuck toy. 

His eyes rolled back and he started speaking in spanish…I didn’t even know he spoke spanish. I would later understand it was his first language. 

He beat himself off furiously. After about 20 minutes of solid fapping, he sprayed his nut all over my ceiling, back seat, dashboard and me. I felt his hole pulsing and started to cum myself. He slid down as far as he could go, just past halfway as I pumped my milk into him. 

He kept my cock in him until I slid out from not being hard anymore. I felt panicky. I just fucked him raw! What the fuck was wrong with me?! I would later go in for an STD panel, and was so relieved when my results came back negative.

We fucked serveral times more, with condoms. But the gentle, humble Spencer was gone. Whenever he would speak to me it was all about sex. Not even about me, just my appendage or my ass. I let him fuck me as well. 

You know, I really liked Spencer as a friend. But once things became sexual we was unwilling to be that anymore. I had asked him out on a date many times. I told him how much I cared about him, yet it was like talking to a brick wall. Only one time did ever acknowledge what I was saying.

*you know we would  have been so good together* 

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