Mind If I Join You?
I went to the gym early, I was feeling restless, in need of getting my heart pumping. Run, jump, push myself, feel the slipperiness of sweat on my arms and legs. You know, feel my heart beat and my breath coming in and going out of me. Life.
I went shopping last week with Nick for new gym gear. He saw me the week before in my old gear and shook his head the minute he saw me and said, "Do we need to go straight to Myer?"
"What?" I looked down at my clothes.
"Seriously, do you leave the house in that?"
He talked me into shorts that are really too small. Oh, they're big enough, snug you might say. I'm used to wearing them baggier.
"Go sashaying your arse around the gym in those and you'll soon have something to get over Steve."
Singlet, shorts, socks, shoes, all dark blue. I think the dark colour suited my dark colouring. I must have looked good, I can never tell myself, just by looking in the mirror, “Er…um?”
I hadn't been there long, well, I'd done my warm up on the treadmill and the sweat was dripping down my face. I was just getting started in the gym, when I noticed this hot guy checking me out. A dark wog boy, black hair, hairy chest and legs, nice curve to his arse, great smile. Hello.
He introduced himself a while later. “Rico nice to meet you.” He held out his hand and shook mine.
"I haven't seen you around here before, do you come here much?"
I nearly laughed. What? Do I come here much? I smirked. "Um."
"What?" he said. He had the most adorable face, with a gorgeous smile, even when he was being a little self conscious.
"I'm a regular, I guess. Every week."
"You?"
"Yeah. Sure. A regular."
We both just kind of stood there and gazed at each other. He was hot. Just my type, really. Dark, handsome, hairy. Why had I never seen him before?
He smiled. I smiled.
"Well..."
"Well, he said?"
"Nice to meet you... Rico. I better get back to it."
"Yeah, me too."
I did my workout, Rico never seemed to be too far away. He was nice, handsome, sexy. It seemed to me he was, more often than not, looking in my direction when I, occasionally, looked up. I dunno, I wasn't, actually, taking too much notice. Not really, but you can't help a peak, hey?
But, whenever our eyes did meet, I couldn’t help but smile. He kind of pulled me out of my zone and made me take notice.
You see, mostly, when I am at the gym I go into my own world and concentrate on what I am doing. I'm, more or less, only interested in getting my workout done and getting out. I know you may find this unexpected, but I don't tend to look around, ogle, or socialise. The gym isn't somewhere I pick up guys. Strangely? No, I do my thing and get out. Otherwise, I'm there for hours and that tends to stop me going at all, you know, as it just takes up too much time.
I don't generally use the change room to have a shower and do all that. I get a locker and throw whatever I need to in there, but, when I'm done, I just tend to pull on my tracksuit pants, grab my backpack and head home. The walk usually cools me down.
I don't know why, but I've always been like that at the gym.
Today, as usual, I grabbed my stuff and left.
I was just waiting at the desk to hand back my key, before heading out, when Rico seemed to rush out of the gym to reception. He seemed to be a man on a mission, until he saw me, then he seemed to slow down considerably. Now, I was sure this wasn't my imagination.
I handed in my key, turned, smiled at the handsome Rico and headed out the door.
I proceeded to walk up the street without looking back, just walk away, it was a lovely day, no need to do anything else. Something told me that if I looked back Rico would be watching me walk away, waiting for me to stop and cruise. One foot in front of the other, I adjusted my back pack... was I in the mood? Was I? Sigh. I didn't know, I suspected I wasn't. Ho hum, no. Just keep walking, I told myself.
But, I wanted to gaze in the book shop window, no really, so, of course, I looked back. Rico was at the door, looking busy looking in his bag. He looked up just as I did and our eyes met. I swung my head back to the book shop window. Oh, it all looked so colourful. My stomach buzzed, I have to admit.
Novels, picture books, magazines, lovely. Someone had an eye for design; kind of leaning to minimalist, with everything arranged in an artsy way. There were some lovely coffee table books, but you know, I certainly don't need any more coffee table books. There were lots of them, who buys them in that number to justify so many? I guess, Xmas and birthdays.
"Do you see anything you like?" said a voice behind me.
I should have kept walking, I thought. I turned in the direction of the voice.
"Just looking," I said with a big smile.
"Can't hurt to look."
Wow, you are handsome. "No," I said.
"You did a good workout."
So did you, sexy man. "Thanks."
"I was watching you."
That's pretty direct. "Can't hurt to look," I said.
We both laughed.
He was gorgeous, with his olive skin, his black hair and his white teeth. And his black shorts that fitted his thighs and hips so well. And his black singlet that fitted his chest and muscular arms. His stubble on his square chin.
"Do you want to get a coffee?" he asked.
A coffee, hey? "Oh, sure, why not. Anywhere you like around here?"
"I was thinking more... um... at your place." He smiled.
That's even more direct. "Um... oh... yeah, sure. I just live up the road."
"This is sounding better all the time."
He raised his eyebrows and smiled. I smiled too, I couldn't stop myself.
"Um... well... if you want a lift, my car is just here?" He motioned to the car next to us, it was a silver Alfa GT just like Steve's.
Really, I thought to myself as I gazed at the car. What are you trying to tell me with that one, hey universe?
"Unless you really were interested in literature?" He laughed and motioned towards the book shop with his chin.
I wanted to say that I really was thinking about buying a book and that I wasn't hanging about waiting for him, but, I wasn't at all sure now if that was true, or not.
He pulled his keys from his back pack. "You don't shower after a workout?"
"No, I always head home for that."
"Sounds good." He smiled his gorgeous smile. Really gorgeous, to be true. I was wondering why I was being hesitant. "Mind if I join you?"
Let's not mess around, back on the horse, I thought. Why not?
"For coffee?"
"Um..." He shrugged. "Both." He smiled again.
I made coffee.
He's an architect. He's 30. Lives in Carlton, owns his own house. He is Italian and he has three brothers. He has a few days off here and there, to make up for the long hours he puts in on the other days. He hasn't been in a relationship for a few years and he isn't in the habit of picking men up at the gym.
I hand him the cup of hot coffee. He puts it down on the bench and steps towards me. "Let's have that shower." He takes hold of me by the hips and we kiss for the first time. He's a good kisser, great lips. He pulls me to him and we kiss passionately. He rubs his big, hard cock against me.
The water is hot, he is slippery.
He looked adorable drying himself in my white towels.
He looked adorable lying next to me in bed.
I went shopping last week with Nick for new gym gear. He saw me the week before in my old gear and shook his head the minute he saw me and said, "Do we need to go straight to Myer?"
"What?" I looked down at my clothes.
"Seriously, do you leave the house in that?"
He talked me into shorts that are really too small. Oh, they're big enough, snug you might say. I'm used to wearing them baggier.
"Go sashaying your arse around the gym in those and you'll soon have something to get over Steve."
Singlet, shorts, socks, shoes, all dark blue. I think the dark colour suited my dark colouring. I must have looked good, I can never tell myself, just by looking in the mirror, “Er…um?”
I hadn't been there long, well, I'd done my warm up on the treadmill and the sweat was dripping down my face. I was just getting started in the gym, when I noticed this hot guy checking me out. A dark wog boy, black hair, hairy chest and legs, nice curve to his arse, great smile. Hello.
He introduced himself a while later. “Rico nice to meet you.” He held out his hand and shook mine.
"I haven't seen you around here before, do you come here much?"
I nearly laughed. What? Do I come here much? I smirked. "Um."
"What?" he said. He had the most adorable face, with a gorgeous smile, even when he was being a little self conscious.
"I'm a regular, I guess. Every week."
"You?"
"Yeah. Sure. A regular."
We both just kind of stood there and gazed at each other. He was hot. Just my type, really. Dark, handsome, hairy. Why had I never seen him before?
He smiled. I smiled.
"Well..."
"Well, he said?"
"Nice to meet you... Rico. I better get back to it."
"Yeah, me too."
I did my workout, Rico never seemed to be too far away. He was nice, handsome, sexy. It seemed to me he was, more often than not, looking in my direction when I, occasionally, looked up. I dunno, I wasn't, actually, taking too much notice. Not really, but you can't help a peak, hey?
But, whenever our eyes did meet, I couldn’t help but smile. He kind of pulled me out of my zone and made me take notice.
You see, mostly, when I am at the gym I go into my own world and concentrate on what I am doing. I'm, more or less, only interested in getting my workout done and getting out. I know you may find this unexpected, but I don't tend to look around, ogle, or socialise. The gym isn't somewhere I pick up guys. Strangely? No, I do my thing and get out. Otherwise, I'm there for hours and that tends to stop me going at all, you know, as it just takes up too much time.
I don't generally use the change room to have a shower and do all that. I get a locker and throw whatever I need to in there, but, when I'm done, I just tend to pull on my tracksuit pants, grab my backpack and head home. The walk usually cools me down.
I don't know why, but I've always been like that at the gym.
Today, as usual, I grabbed my stuff and left.
I was just waiting at the desk to hand back my key, before heading out, when Rico seemed to rush out of the gym to reception. He seemed to be a man on a mission, until he saw me, then he seemed to slow down considerably. Now, I was sure this wasn't my imagination.
I handed in my key, turned, smiled at the handsome Rico and headed out the door.
I proceeded to walk up the street without looking back, just walk away, it was a lovely day, no need to do anything else. Something told me that if I looked back Rico would be watching me walk away, waiting for me to stop and cruise. One foot in front of the other, I adjusted my back pack... was I in the mood? Was I? Sigh. I didn't know, I suspected I wasn't. Ho hum, no. Just keep walking, I told myself.
But, I wanted to gaze in the book shop window, no really, so, of course, I looked back. Rico was at the door, looking busy looking in his bag. He looked up just as I did and our eyes met. I swung my head back to the book shop window. Oh, it all looked so colourful. My stomach buzzed, I have to admit.
Novels, picture books, magazines, lovely. Someone had an eye for design; kind of leaning to minimalist, with everything arranged in an artsy way. There were some lovely coffee table books, but you know, I certainly don't need any more coffee table books. There were lots of them, who buys them in that number to justify so many? I guess, Xmas and birthdays.
"Do you see anything you like?" said a voice behind me.
I should have kept walking, I thought. I turned in the direction of the voice.
"Just looking," I said with a big smile.
"Can't hurt to look."
Wow, you are handsome. "No," I said.
"You did a good workout."
So did you, sexy man. "Thanks."
"I was watching you."
That's pretty direct. "Can't hurt to look," I said.
We both laughed.
He was gorgeous, with his olive skin, his black hair and his white teeth. And his black shorts that fitted his thighs and hips so well. And his black singlet that fitted his chest and muscular arms. His stubble on his square chin.
"Do you want to get a coffee?" he asked.
A coffee, hey? "Oh, sure, why not. Anywhere you like around here?"
"I was thinking more... um... at your place." He smiled.
That's even more direct. "Um... oh... yeah, sure. I just live up the road."
"This is sounding better all the time."
He raised his eyebrows and smiled. I smiled too, I couldn't stop myself.
"Um... well... if you want a lift, my car is just here?" He motioned to the car next to us, it was a silver Alfa GT just like Steve's.
Really, I thought to myself as I gazed at the car. What are you trying to tell me with that one, hey universe?
"Unless you really were interested in literature?" He laughed and motioned towards the book shop with his chin.
I wanted to say that I really was thinking about buying a book and that I wasn't hanging about waiting for him, but, I wasn't at all sure now if that was true, or not.
He pulled his keys from his back pack. "You don't shower after a workout?"
"No, I always head home for that."
"Sounds good." He smiled his gorgeous smile. Really gorgeous, to be true. I was wondering why I was being hesitant. "Mind if I join you?"
Let's not mess around, back on the horse, I thought. Why not?
"For coffee?"
"Um..." He shrugged. "Both." He smiled again.
I made coffee.
He's an architect. He's 30. Lives in Carlton, owns his own house. He is Italian and he has three brothers. He has a few days off here and there, to make up for the long hours he puts in on the other days. He hasn't been in a relationship for a few years and he isn't in the habit of picking men up at the gym.
I hand him the cup of hot coffee. He puts it down on the bench and steps towards me. "Let's have that shower." He takes hold of me by the hips and we kiss for the first time. He's a good kisser, great lips. He pulls me to him and we kiss passionately. He rubs his big, hard cock against me.
The water is hot, he is slippery.
He looked adorable drying himself in my white towels.
He looked adorable lying next to me in bed.
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