A week has passed since Jack and Phil met, that time in the clothing store. Jack had literally no luck in finding out anymore about Phil. He had looked everywhere on every social media site he could think of. He even had a word with Jen his friend, she had never seen him before. Days later the shop was still buzzing talking about the sexy mystery man. Jack was at the centre of this conversation. All the girls could see Jack was loving what he saw, it was obvious he was blushing constantly and looking slightly nervous. The girls in the store were also teasing Jack about why he had no boyfriend yet. They all knew he was gay, but had never seen him with a another lad. They kept saying “surely there must be a man. Why are you not out having fun? All you talk about is your time with your mum.” Jack struggled to come up with any answers and not wanting to give his true feelings for Phil away. One thing had changed Jack had joined the gym, as deciding now was the time for change. The girls at work had been putting pressure on him to lose weight. Like it will be some way for him to make friends and get a life. So like he had done many times before Jack signed up again to the local muscle gym. You know the type lots of mirrors, not much cardio equipment and loads of free weights and weight machines. But Jack could not help but notice the very open planned changing rooms where all the lockers are arranged around the walls. With benches in the middle and view of the showers from almost every angle. With one of those cloudy glass screens separating the gym and changing rooms. Jack was finding the gym sexy as hell, Jack’s hoping this will keep him going this time, for the view if nothing else. Jack was also thinking, you never know he could find a man. This could take his mind off Phil. Phil, was a brief encounter at work, but Jack could not stop thinking of him. It was stupid right. Why could he not get him out of his head. Why was he drawn to someone who was like that clearly controlling and clearly loaded. What did they have in common after all. Later that day Jack went to the gym. Which was fast becoming his routine on every Wednesday, Friday and then again at the weekend. Jack left work in a hurry exactly on his finishing time and dashing over to gym which was around the corner from work. Jen shouted out “do you want a lift? Give me five minutes and I’ll be finished as well” “Nah it ok.. I am off to the gym” Jack responded yelling back at Jen. Jack had a spring in this step, looking forward to what he might see tonight. Jack arrived, the gym was quite and he went straight to the changing rooms. There were a few other guys in the changing rooms. Jack worked quickly to get changed, putting work uniforms into his locker. Changing into his skimpy little gym shorts, white shorts and large baggy t shirt to cover his belly over hang. Jack checked his hair in the mirror, making sure his hair was perfect before hitting the gym. Jack hit the running machine first, knowing how important the cardio is to losing weight. After some time the gym seem to empty even further and the weights area was empty. Jack took the opportunity to try the weights with out looking like a fool. Jack knew he was looking gross now, all sweaty after his cardio. Jack started to use the free weights doing bench presses, doing ten reps per set. After a few sets, Jack sat up and was feeling a little out of breath. As Jack sat there glancing around he could see a guy using the mats area, beyond the weights area. This made Jack conscious, he thought he was alone, except the odd gym instructor around. Jack moved on to doing shoulder presses. Counting aloud every rep he did, thinking he would make this last set before heading back to the changing rooms. As he was doing his last rep or two, he could see a man approaching. The man approached shouting “hey, hey wait a second” Jack looked up surprised. The man grasped the weights and said “you need to change your posture, you see.” The man was moving the weights and instructing Jack in the correct move, with the weights. After the routine Jack got up and they looked at each other with glancing eye contact and after a second or so the man suddenly said “hey wait your the lad from the clothing shop? Right?” Jack realised it was the mystery man Phil. Jack did not know what to say he stumbled a response getting his words mixed up saying “yes, yes and your… errr.” The mostly silent eye contact was unnaturally too long lasting longer then either man realised. Phil said “right I am getting some food I am starving.” Phil turned and walked towards the changing rooms. Jack did not know what to do. Should he follow to the changing rooms or make some excuse to stay in the gym, when what he really wanted to do was head to the changing room himself. Jack tried half heartedly to do another few sets to delay his walk to the changing room. Jack’s thoughts were full of Phil again, he could nearly concentrate on the workout. Jack then realised why was he waiting for another guy to leave the changing rooms? Even if it was Phil. Jack knew he did not have a body like the others, even if they were probably all straight. But why should he hide away like this. Jack looked nervous as he walked towards the changing rooms. Slightly excited as to what he might see Phil was there after all, and tired from the work outs. On walking into the changing rooms Jack scanned the room and could not see anyone around so Jack relaxed a little, letting out a large audible breath. Found his keys, opened his locker, turfed out his belongings onto the bench. Jack started to prepare for the shower, took his top off exposing his hairy man boobs. Then a loud “hey, buddy how are you?” Came from Phil, as he walked across the changing room dripping wet with his towel wrapped around his waist. Jack was stunned by the view. His muscles were huge and defined, he had the body to die for. His pecs and his six pack was amazing, and would not look out of place on a fitness magazine. His tan was impeccable, he clearly was using sun beds. His body did not appear to have a single hair on his body except his head, which had a black neatly cut and gelled hair. Phil walked slowly and purposefully to his locker, with a gleaming smile, like he was taking as long as possible to get to his locker. Jack did not know what to say there was stunned silence, while he took it all in with “yeah, yeah good thanks” in a very generic response kind of way. Phil responded “never seen you hear before? You just joined?” Jack responded awkwardly “yeah,yeah”. Jack felt a little harassed, embarrassed by his body, and quickly walked towards the shower with only his towel to cover his modesty. Jack started his shower routine feeling very conscious, trying to cover his modesty as much as possible even though there was no one else around. Using the soap, lava his body, in a soap sud mess. Jack stretched out the shower as long as he felt he could. Walking back across the changing rooms, wet and everything out of place. Jack went back to his locker, started dressing in a quick and practical manner. Putting his work uniform back on, in a messy and untidy manner. Then out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure. Someone had watched him get dressed, seen him fully nude and just sat there watching. Jack took a second look and it was Phil, still in a glorious undressed state with a towel covering his modesty. Jack did not get it why was he watching? Why had he not got dressed and left? Was he a perv? Jack thought he was probably laughing at his weight, he probably thought it was hilarious seeing a fatty in the gym. It was just this kind of thing which puts Jack off going to the gym. Jack put his back pack on and made his way to the changing room exit. Phil shouted over “come over here… I won’t keep you a second. Grab a seat.” Jack was nervous as hell. The man he has been dreaming about all week, wants him to come and sit with him, while he is practically naked. “I think it’s great you want to get in shape…. That’s awesome. I love seeing new guys at the gym like you. Let me help you. I’ll train you, we’ll have fun. Give me your phone.” Phil says. Jack fumbles around for his phone, checking his pockets and third time lucky he found his phone and handed it over. Phil quickly entered his number, handed it back. Saying in a very functional manner “I’ll be in touch.” Phil then got up and started to get his clothes from his locker, Jack took this as his signal to leave.
