The Gym Bros (Patreon)

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Part 1 of... Who knows? 

Finding inspiration to work out every day is hard. It's sweaty, uncomfortable and you're almost always surrounded by muscle men who hog every weight in the gym.

Back home, the only gym in town was filled with douchebag jocks from the local high school, and given that I was a skinny eighteen year old who spent my high school days keeping to myself, they certainly weren't rolling out the red carpet for me. Here, however, it was a little different.

College had been a decent experience so far. It felt good to taste a bit of freedom, so I felt like an actual adult for the first time in my life. After a few weeks of adjusting to college life, I realised that I'd neglected my fitness completely.

Don't get me wrong, I was no Adonis, but I'd always preferred to keep myself slim. There was a gym on campus, but just like the one back home, it was almost always packed with beefy athletes, so instead of making a fool of myself in front of them, I set my search wider and took a chance with a new, albeit smaller gym that had just opened in the town.

Sure, it had fancy new equipment, a state of the art changing facility, and it even had a swimming pool, but I'd be lying if I said that they were the only reasons I chose the new gym. The first day I walked through the doors, I was greeted by not one, but two of the hottest young men I had ever laid eyes on.

Jason was twenty one, and sat lazily behind the desk. He had dark hair shaved tight, as though he'd just gotten out of the military. His arms were thick with muscle, bulging through his tight black t-shirt, and his legs were like tree trunks, threatening to burst from his shorts. When he stood up to introduce himself, I instantly began to imagine him in other scenarios.

After stuttering an introduction myself, Jason took me on a tour of the gym. The first thing I noticed about him was that he couldn't keep his hands to himself. When we began to walk, he guided me by the shoulder, and even then I could feel the strength in him.

There were times when he'd squeeze the back of my neck, or take hold of my wrist, and just when I was sure that I had fallen in love, Tristan appeared.

If Jason was hot, Tristan was on fire. He pulled himself up from the edge of the swimming pool, soaking wet as he clambered smoothly from the water. He wasn't as muscular as Jason, but he was slender, smooth and defined in all the right places.

The speedo he was wearing left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and I couldn't help but gawp as the model of a young man approached us.

I could see his pole had been adjusted to run along the side of his swimming trunks, and it was easy to tell why. It simply wouldn't have fit if he'd bunched it up at the front.

He flicked his wet blond hair to the side and grinned at me with his fascinating blue eyes and sparkling white teeth. He was taller than me by a good few inches, but so too was Jason, and I felt somewhat tiny compared to them both.

"So what do you think?" Jason asked when we returned to the front desk, and I wasn't sure how to tell him that I would have paid any amount of money on the planet just to spend my workout sessions gazing at him and his business partner.

I signed up for the year there and then, and left the gym with a smile from ear to ear. Suddenly, finding motivation to go to the gym seemed comical. Given the opportunity, I would have moved into the damn gym.

As the place was pretty new, there were no queues or waiting times for any of the machines. The first evening I arrived, I had the choice of whatever I wanted, but I was also like a deer in the headlights, because the vast amount of machinery was foreign to me.

"Need a hand?" Jason asked, strolling over to me in his loose shorts which clearly showed his member swinging inside. I gulped, but nodded.

"It's a shoulder press machine" he informed me, setting the weights a little lower, "sit down".

I obeyed him, and then followed his instructions as he watched. After just a few reps, I began to struggle and felt my cheeks burn red. God damn it, I was already embarrassing myself in front of one of the hottest guys on the planet, but Jason didn't seem bothered.

By the time my arms gave up, I'd managed two sets and felt pretty deflated.

"You'll get there" he smiled, placing his hand on my shoulder and squeezing, "try this".

The handsome young man led me to another machine and stood me in the middle of it, with a handle on either side. He reached for one, dragged it over to me, then did the same with the other until I was in the shape of a T, held in place by the weights.

"The cable machine" he explained, "keep your core nice and firm".

Before I even realised it, Jason was behind me, his strong body pressing against my back, and his hands around my chest.

"And pull" he almost whispered in my ear.

I struggled. Not because the weights were too heavy, but because Jason was literally holding me. I'd never been this close to a guy before, and it felt fucking fantastic.

I could smell his fresh sweat linger around us as he helped me, and then I felt something that made my legs begin to buckle.

Right on the curve of my butt, I knew that it was his cock that was pressed against me. It was still soft, but that was more than could be said about my own one. Against my will, I felt it rise in my shorts. Harder and harder it became until it tented the fabric, and I did everything in my power to get it down.

I was thankful that Jason was behind me, but how long would he remain there? I couldn't just drop the weights, so I was literally trapped here sporting major wood. Fuck.

It seemed that the harder I tried to rid myself of the troublesome boner, the stronger it became. Feeling Jason's cock against me wasn't helping in the slightest, and then things went from bad to worse, when the doors to the pool swung open and Tristan appeared topless, with a towel around his waist and nothing else.

"Torturing the kid already?" He smirked, gulping from a protein shake, and then his smile faltered when his eyes landed on my very visible erection. I wanted the ground to swallow me.

I stared back at him, silently pleading with him not to tell Jason, but it was too late. He placed his shaker on the desk and slowly walked toward me, his eyes on my cock.

"Well, well, well" he said finally, standing inches away, "looks like someone is enjoying their workout".

Jason still had no idea what was happening around the front, but Tristan certainly did. He continued to look at it, and although that alone should have been enough to make me soft, the stupid thing seemed to get stiffer with every passing second.

"Hey Jason" he said, and Jason looked at him over my shoulder. "I think we should gift our new client with some personal training, what do you say?"

"Yeah, sure" Jason shrugged, as Tristan and I locked eyes and the handsome blond's grin widened.

"Great, I have a feeling I know just the thing to motivate him", he said, and without Jason noticing, Tristan slid open the corner of the towel and gave me a quick glimpse of the most beautiful cock I had ever seen.

My eyes widened and my mouth fell open, but a second later, the towel closed again and Tristan strolled off. I remained in place, unable to believe what had just happened.

"Looks like Tristan likes you" Jason told me, and took the cable handles from me, "I don't think he's ever offered anything for free" he added with a chuckle, and as I quickly hid my boner, I realised that Jason was wrong.

Tristan hadn't offered me anything for free. I was going to have to work for this gift, and it was a job that I was more than happy to do.