Mid afternoon, I'm in the gym, finally, after being given a pep talk from girl trainer 1 & 2, effectively. A sexy boy in black with a big gay beefy arse comes in and works out, as I am on the exercise bike at the beginning of my workout. Often the muscle bound guys don’t really do anything for me, sometimes, but not usually. This guy was gorgeous, in his baggy black knee-length shorts and tight black singlet. And even a bit of a mullet, kind off, but not really. Short at the front, certainly. Nice strong face.
Later, after I was done on the exercise bike, I'm doing the seated row right behind the cute boy in black, who is bending over doing a pull down exercise over his shoulder with his big beefy butt pointed directly at me, so much so that I could practically smell what he had for breakfast. The elastic of his undies contoured over the heart shape mounds of the top of his butt cheeks was sexy as. Muscly legs. Well developed calves. Finely covered all over with hair. Grunting with each pull down, which I could imagine how he sounded when he… you know. Nice.
What was I thinking not coming to the gym, I think. I giggle to myself as I head over to the free weights. 10 kilos hand weights. Where is the bench?
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