Diary of a Gym Bro 2

🏋️‍♂️ Gym Diary — Saturday 02/18/2017

17:55

I've been nervous and horny all day.

I couldn't stop thinking about that piece of man who yesterday put me on my knees with such elegance and personality that he even made me feel like I owed him my life for it.

Feeling his ass smell, seeing him up close and not being able to touch him has me in a constant mental prison. I only think about that. I haven't been able to concentrate on any of the tasks I have pending to deliver on Monday in class.

Damn it.

I've looked at the clock 27 times so far today and I just want the last hour of the afternoon to arrive, to go to the gym again and meet him. He had let it slip that I should come by late to see each other and... fuck?

"Luca, let's meet at 4 at my place? My parents aren't home"

I received this message from Lucia at lunchtime. But the truth is I don't want to fuck her. Not today. I want to save myself for him. I want it to be 11 PM already and go to the gym, please.

19:32

I couldn't stop thinking about him, damn it. The only image that comes to my mind is his huge cock, his thin layer of hair on those enormous pectorals, and that pleasant and powerful smile.

Who is he? Where did he come from? I hope my lies don't mess up the fuck I want to have.

22:40

I decided to wear my "eclipse" outfit, as my friend Dani calls it.

"Dude, you're coming in eclipse mode today, fucker!" he told me almost a year ago.

"Eclipse mode?" I asked, not understanding. In the mirror in front of me, my outfit was reflected: a sleeveless, very tight white t-shirt that started to translucent slightly due to sweat after training, and tight pants that bulged my ass, cock (since I don't like to train with underwear), and my huge legs.

"Yes, damn it, because with that on, not even a single chick looks at us, they only see you."

I think that's why my friends try to avoid coming to the gym with me. For them, it's a place to hook up more than to train. And the truth is, for me, it was starting to be the same since today.

With my clothes on and my desires on the surface, I'm going to pack my sports bag and go to the gym.

3:40

DAMN DAMN DAMN!!!

FUCKING AWESOME, GOD!

Okay... from the beginning. Everything still trembles in me...

I arrived at the gym around 11:15 PM and didn't find him there, which made me suspect that it was all going to end in what it was, a mental jerk-off about a guy who laughed at a kid. And the truth is, as the minutes passed, I increased the intensity and strength of my workout to release the anger and frustration.

Until I heard a voice.

"If you keep giving it to the machine at that speed, tomorrow they'll have to rebuild you in physio, buddy."

Rafa held the smile that turned me on so much with a mix of tenderness and power that d...