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A Scene, Part 1: The Gym

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I couldn't sleep last night, so I ended up writing this on my phone. It's not my first work of fiction, but it is the first story I've ever posted on here. Anyway, without further adieu, I present..."A Scene." Inspired by a brief encounter I had at the gym yesterday.

 

 

A Scene, Part 1: The Gym

It was just a normal day at the gym for me. I was on the cable row machine when I first spotted him. He confidently saunters into the gym, dressed in Nike high tops, basketball shorts, and a stringer tang top. If he didn't already look like a typical meathead, his look was topped off with a backwards baseball cap and black over-the-ear headphones. He stores his gym bag in one of the cubby holes and starts mixing up some pre-workout in a blender bottle. He looks around and his eyes lock on mine. I quickly look down at my phone, pretending to text. He returns to his task and I look back at him. He's about the same age as me, maybe two or three years older. He's not super tall, but still an inch or two taller than I am, maybe 5' 10" or 5' 11". He's got mass though, and he's pretty wide. His neck is thick and traps are high. His shoulders are round, and his chest is wide enough that his nipples lie well outside the straps of the stringer. The timer on my phone goes off--I should be moving on to my next set, but I can't look away. He's got a tattoo sleeve that runs up his right arm, but that does nothing to hide the mass and the thick veins, which are clearly visible through the intricate network of black lines and shapes. He turns away to rummage through his gym bag. His back is wide enough that his meaty triceps rest clearly on his lats, both jostling for space on his frame, causing his arms to bow out slightly more than they normally would. He turns back and catches my gaze again. I quickly look away and stand up, gathering my things to move on to the next exercise.

I walk over to the water fountain to get a drink. I lean down to take a sip and stand back up. When I turn around, my heart jumps. He’s there, standing in front of me. I look at him, and he stares back with a look of impatient expectation. I realize I'm staring too long. "Sorry," I mumble, and he replies with a deep, vacant "No worries, bro." I quickly move away from the water fountain, but I catch a glimpse back at him as he's filling up his bottle. His legs are thick and you can clearly see his quads through the basketball shorts. They aren't skin tight, but I bet they get real snug when he gets a good pump on leg day. Further down, the top of his red high tops are rubbing against bulky calves that flex and bulge whenever he takes a step. His bottle is almost full. I turn away and move over to the benches. I grab a pair of 40 lb. dumbbells and start my shoulder presses. He walks over, head bobbing to the unheard music from his headphones, his thick, veiny arms wrapped in wrist straps, water bottle full of pre-workout and creatine in one hand. He's all pumped up and ready to go beastmode, I think to myself. I finish my set and drop the weights to rest. He sits down at a bench next to me. As he starts his warm-up, I can't help but watch. Staring every chance I get, then quickly looking away when he makes eye contact. I push through the rest of my shoulder presses, catching glimpses all the while at the muscle beast working out next to me. I put the dumbbells back on the rack and wipe down my bench. He's finishing up a set of dumbbell front raises, his shoulders engorged with pumped mass. He slips off one of the ear cups of his headphones and takes a step toward me. "Hey bro," he says. I make eye contact, but say nothing, simply raising my eyebrows as an interrogative gesture. "Would you mind giving me a quick spot?" He smiles, just a slight lift of the corner of his mouth. My pulse quickens and my breathe catches. "Sure," I quietly reply, giving a slight nod. "Cool," he replies, and returns to the bench.

I stand behind him and he readies the 85 lb. dumbbells at his sides. "I'm going for seven reps. Let me struggle a bit before you start helping, though. Tryin' to break my plateau." I nod again. He quickly lifts the dumbbells up to the sides of his head, ready for shoulder presses. I rest my hands on his meaty arms to steady them. I can feel the heat from the thick masses, hard and pumped from the stress of exercise. He pushes up. One. Down and up. Two. Down and up. Three. Down. He grunts. Up. Four. Down. He takes a deep breath and pushes hard, grunting again. Five. Down. Grunt. Up. Six. Down. Up. Slowly. He starts to struggle. He grunts and breathes hard. Then stops midway through the lift. He struggles for a few seconds and then nods, indicating the need for help. I quickly grab the underside of his arms, near his elbows, and apply pressure until he completes the lift. He lets the dumbbells drop to the floor with a loud thump, and stands. He turns to me. "Awesome, bro. Thanks. Name's Brent." He reaches out a thick arm. "Brandon," I reply, reaching out to shake hands. "You lift often?" he asks. I gesture down at my lean body, "Almost every day. Tryin' to pack on some mass ya' know?" He smiles big, "Yeah? You look good." I feel my cheeks start to tingle and flush. I quickly say thanks and turn to leave, embarrassed. "Hey." He catches me before I step away. "Do you mind helping me take some progress pics? I need to update my photo log." I stare at him, suppressing my surprise at the unusual request. "Uh, sure," I blurt, not knowing how to react. "Cool," he says and gestures for me to follow him.

I walk behind his confident saunter. My quick, lighter steps in deep contrast with his heavy gait, his bulky legs force his steps wider. We walk into one of the bathrooms and he locks the door behind us. I quickly glance up at him, a look of concern on my face. "Don't want anybody interrupting," he says, and pulls off his stringer tang. He looks into the mirror and flexes a bit, smirking confidently at himself. "Fuck yeah," he mumbles under his breath, then turns to face me. He walks closer and I start to back up, afraid of what this muscle-bound stranger was going to do next. My breathing gets heavier as panic sets in. He keeps inching closer and my back hits the cold tile of the bathroom wall. He moves closer still and puts his calloused hand on the wall to the left of my face. I can feel the heat from his massive arm, the thick, tattooed flesh pumped and bulging, against my cheek. He leans in close and half whispers in a low voice "I saw you, bro. Staring. Watching my every move. I can see the need in your eyes." He stares at me, a confident smirk smeared across his firm stubbled jaw. "Wh...What?" I breathe. My voice barely comes to me. He lifts an arm and flexes his fat bicep in my face. "This, bro. I know you want this. The mass. The size. You wanna get big like me, dude?" "I...," I whisper again. He drops his arm and moves his head close. Before I could finish answering, he pushes his lips against mine. I try in vain to pull away, the back of my head hitting the tile and preventing my retreat. He pushes into me more and kisses me deeper. I fight for a few more seconds before I give in, granting full access to my mouth. He keeps kissing for a few more seconds before he gently breaks his lips away from mine. He looks me in the eyes and smiles, the corner of his mouth lifting. He licks his lips. "Mmmmm. Fuck yeah, bro. Gonna make you huge." Turning away from me, he grabs his stringer tang top, drops it over his head onto his meaty frame, and saunters out the door.

I stand there, my back still against the cold bathroom tile. I walk up to the mirror, breathing heavily, and stare at myself, wondering if this was all just a weird dream. I spot something out of the corner of my eye and look down. There was a piece of paper crudely stuffed into my pocket. I reach down and unfold it tentatively, afraid of what I might see. In the middle of the page was an address. And written underneath--"Meet here. 1pm. Tomorrow." I folded the paper back up and stared back into the mirror. What was I getting myself into?

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amauiguy

Great well written teaser! Can easily stand on its own, or as an intro to a series. Hoping that you will post more, whether they're a continuation of this, more Scenes, or other unrelated works.

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LeatherGryphon

Got interested but got lost about 100 words in.  :-(  Paragraph breaks, please.

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Ypsami

Thanks for the feedback. Paragraph spacing and indents have been added. My original formatting didn't copy over from my phone, so I edited the story on my computer and recopied it.

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crushme99
On September 2, 2016 at 4:39 AM, amauiguy said:

Great well written teaser! Can easily stand on its own, or as an intro to a series. Hoping that you will post more, whether they're a continuation of this, more Scenes, or other unrelated works.

 

I agree.  Very fine work.  Hope you might continue the story.  Really good job.

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