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Fade Into The Background: The Gym Prick
🕑 Added 2021-09-20 22:43:31 +0000 UTCHe’s that guy you see in every gym. You know… THAT guy.
The prick that just had to do supersets during the gyms peak hours which means hogging both a squat rack and a bench just so he can do some skull crushers. At least the skull crushers looked like they were paying off. His triceps were marble horse shoes affixed to the back of his arms. In fact his whole body evoked the thought of carved marble. His muscles were meticulously crafted to press the pleasure centers of all those who looked upon him like a finger caressing a prostate. His shoulders were a set of large softballs jutting out of his torso, his chest inflated and solid, but not too exaggerated. You could do several loads of laundry on his abs and it would come out squeaky clean. (Albeit scented with his rich masculine musck, which lets be real, most of you reading this would prefer.) Do you really need me to describe the rest of his body? Well alright. Ass like a pair of cantaloupes (again, shapely, but not exaggerated, quads that could crush skulls, and calves… period. (A lot of guys don’t have them, okay?.)
Yes, Jake was that kind of guy. Most people glared at him for acting like he owned the place from the moment he walked in, but nobody says anything because clearly he’s doing something right. Until one day… someone said something. On this particular occasion Jake was about to claim a set of power racks (yes, both of them) when some nobody tapped him on the shoulder.
“Hey man, I’m still using that.” The guy said in a bland, almost monotonous, voice.
Jake shrugged “Sorry Dude, move your feet, lose your seat,” he said before attempting to turn back to his setting up for his squat.
“I literally walked a way for two seconds to grab a towel when you came up to the other rack.” The nobody’s voice was drab, but Jake could almost detect anger in it. Or mild frustration. Jake could hardly tell. “Why do you even need two racks?”
“Supersets Brah” Jake Quipped.
“You’re a prick, you know that?”
Well, now Jake was pissed. There he was just minding his own business, getting ready for a kickass workout then some loser gets all up in his face and calls him a prick. How was he supposed to know that this guy was still using this spot. The water bottle and phone near the rack could have belonged to anybody.
He turned to tell the fucker off when for the first time he saw the guys eyes. Immediately a potent exhaustion cut through the intense preworkout that had been coursing through his veins. It wasn’t a physical exhaustion: his muscles were still pumped and ready to go. But his mind? Ugh… those eyes were just so grey and so bleak that they rendered Jake bored to tears. His brain felt like been filled with a thick fog. To push even a single thought across his mind felt like way too much effort.
“You do know that, don’t you?” The nobody said, almost smiling.
“Huh?”
“You know that you’re a prick, right”
“Uh, I don’t think so…”
“So you don’t notice everyone in the gym glaring at you when you take up half of the equipment in the gym for your supersets.”
“Don’t really care I guess. It’s what works best for achieving this.”
He lifted his shirt almost instinctively revealing absurdly rippling abdominals. He was not sure why he was doing that. He was normally not one to show off to other guys, he wasn’t a preener or anything. He was used to being stared at, but he had learned to block it out long ago. He wasn’t there to be looked at, he was there to put in the work. He also couldn’t figure out why it took him so long to form that thought in his head.
“That is just fascinating,” The nobody droned, “ I can’t imagine what it’s like to lack that much self-awareness. Then again, it’s not like people would notice.”
“Whuh… What does that… mmmean?” Now Jake was struggling to even form simple words.
A half-smile almost formed again on the Nobody’s face. “Don’t worry about that. Speak clearly: Tell me more about these supersets.”
Suddenly the works came much more easily. “Squats and hip thrusts. A nice one two punch for the lower body.”
“Mmm sounds exquisite. You should proceed with those. You won’t have to worry about anyone looking at you today.”
Jake smiled dumbly. It’ll be nice to not have people glaring up just for doing his usual routine. He racked up his weights for a warm up set, grabbed the bar and slid underneath it. Just then, that loser piped up again. (Strange, he had almost forgotten about him already.)
“Hold on a minute,” The guy said. That was when Jake realized he was right behind him. Like he could feel the guys breath on his neck. “Let’s get you a little more comfortable. Those shorts are way too baggy for you to properly see your form in the mirror.”
With a slick singula movement, the guy slid Jake’s Gym Shorts down to his ankles. Having already taken off his shoes (Jake always squatted barefoot) it was easy for the guy to pull them off altogether, with Jake placidly stepping out of them for him to do so. Jake was now down to some compression shorts. Some guys wore this around the gym on their own, so perhaps that’s why nobody seemed to be bothered by this guy taking his shorts off. The guy who was usually behind the desk was giving a tour to some new members and Jake figured that surely he would say something, but he didn’t even look their way.
“Hmm wait, that won’t do either” The nobody said, barely audible, yet so prominent in Jake's head.”These are going to have to go too.” And just like that, Jake was now Winnie the Pooh in the middle of the very busy gym in broad daylight. Surely someone was going to object to this Jake thought a shudder ran down his spine as he thought about how much attention this was going to get him and how much trouble he was going to be in.
His limp dick young loosely in the cold air and his balls were already starting to shrivel. He head the guy moving shit behind him but he could hardly muster the will power to look and see what happening. The guy had told him to wait, so that’s just what he was doing now. Finally the guys voice emerged from down below him.”Alright go ahead and start!”
Without thinking Jake took up the bar onto his upper back. He tightened his grip and pushed it upward and off the rack. Pulling back with a powerful stance, he commenced his first rep, dropping his ass out and down. Apparently he didn’t go deep enough, for when he returned back to the top, a vaguely familiar voice rang out in his head saying “Deeper.”
So the next rep he was sure to go ass to grass, plant more trees, hips below the knees, He got a really good stretch in his hips and without binding of his compression shorts he felt his heels start to spread a little and then… he suddenly felt a wet feeling on his butthole. This caught him by surprise so he jumped back up.
The voice from below, which he had almost forgotten about, told him not to worry, that that feeling was completely normal, and in fact it feels really really good. Having been reassured by the quiet voice in his head. Jake was looking forward to his next rep and the wonderful feeling it would bring to his asshole. He moved through the rest of his workout with ease, his form almost robotic. By the end of it, his hole was nice and wet and loose. “Nice? Why was that nice.” In the mirror he saw what looked to be a guy lying down beneath him, who seemed to now be getting up. Jake knew he should have thought that was weird but before he could think any harder on it he felt a pair of arms wrap around him and that wet feeling he felt on his asshole had moved to his armpit. Jake decided he needed to rest a bit longer so he just let himself enjoy the dampness in his pits and the mysterious hands that were caressing his tight body. Then he heard a voice whispering in his ear. “Turn Around”
As if the words were his own thoughts Jake did so suddenly remembering that guy from earlier, the one with strange gray eyes. Who was he again?
“Kiss me.”
Well since he asked, Jake thought and he proceeded to make out with the plain looking man that had appeared before.him. Jake had always prided himself on being a good kisser. His stellar body roped girls in, to be sure, but it was his skills as a lover that always kept them around. He couldn’t quite put his finger on why he wasting his talents on some dude, not even a good looking dude at that. At least, he didn’t think he was. Even this close with this tongue down the guys throat, it was hard to get a solid idea of what he looked like.
Another voice pulled him from his thoughts and the admittedly delicious kiss.
“Jake? Hey Jake! Yo, Earth to Jake!”
Actually, it wasn’t the voice that pulled him away from the kiss. It was the other mouth pulling away and telling him to answer. He rubbed his eyes sleepily like he was waking up from a dream, Jake realized that his buddy Scott had come up to them, no him, it was just him here, right? The dude had a leather duffle back slid over his left shoulder. Admittedly, he didn’t wasn’t quite as lean as Jake, but he was probably twice as massive despite being around the same height. Considering he hadn’t put his bag in a locker yet, Jake figured he had just gotten here.
“Hey man, what’s up”
“You alright? You look like were off in another world just now.”
Then the feeling returned, this time the mysterious hands wrapped around his dick which proceeded to stiffen. Scott didn’t seem to notice the fact that was walking around pants list and was developing a visible erection, but Jake had stopped trying to question what was happening at some point.
“Yeah man, sorry, just got super focused for a second. Thinking about my next set, you know.”
The breathing he could feel on his neck moved up to his ear and a hot breathy whisper said
“Ask him if he wants to work with you.”
-To be Continued.-
