He was always in my line of sight, whether I wanted him ther..

He was always in my line of sight, whether I wanted him there or not. It was like he knew exactly where to stand to catch my attention, like he’d mapped out the gym with me in mind. Every time I caught him out of the corner of my eye, he’d be adjusting his weights or stretching just a little too obviously, making sure I got a good look. He didn’t just work out; he put on a show. His clothes hugged every contour tight tank tops and shorts that left little to the imagination, showing off the results of hours of dedication to his body. And he was proud of it. The more he noticed me watching, the more he seemed to enjoy it, as if he was daring me to take it all in.

The stairwell became our routine. He’d finish his sets and head down the stairs right in front of me, taking his time, giving me the perfect view of his form. Every step was slow, deliberate, his muscles flexing with each movement. I couldn’t help but appreciate the effort he put in not just in the gym but in making sure I noticed him.

Eventually, we started talking. Casual, at first compliments on his form, questions about his workouts. But as we got to know each other, he opened up more, and that’s when he dropped the hint. He was into edging, and he was a serious bator, enjoying the thrill of it. He didn’t say it like he was embarrassed, either. No, he was almost inviting me in, like he wanted me to know exactly what he was about. The more he talked, the more it felt like he was giving me a glimpse into something personal, something that went beyond the gym.

I took it as an invitation, like he was letting me in on a part of him that he usually kept under wraps. There was a shared understanding now, a layer of tension that hadn’t been there before. I knew he liked being watched, and now he knew I was more than willing to play along. Every time he went down those stairs, there was a new kind of energy between us, a silent challenge that made the air feel charged.

It was like a game we both enjoyed, unspoken but undeniably there. I’d watch as he’d flex a little harder, his form even more deliberate, knowing full well I was appreciating every inch. And I could see it in his eyes whenever he caught me looking he liked the attention, thrived on it. The gym wasn’t just a place for working out anymore; it had turned into a stage, a space where we both knew exactly what was happening without a single word exchanged.

Each encounter left me looking forward to the next, knowing that he’d be there, pushing the boundaries a little further, letting me enjoy his form.

Naturally one thing lead to another. 💦💦💦