Date: Sat, 29 Oct 2016 22:10:04 +0000
From: Bren _ <narraboth@hotmail.com>
Subject: cum-lottery-2

Part 2: Meeting at the Gym

Stepping back a little in time, to let you Stud Readers and sucker readers
know just how I first met friend.

I was at my usual gym, and I realized friend was watching me while I worked
out. It wasn't obvious, but you know how you can sort of feel it when guys
are watching you? There was no mistaking this. I was working the legs. Legs
have always been easy for me, so I started with the squats--not the
standing, barbell type, but the machine squats where you lie back and push
up with the legs. I was wearing my usual gym outfit: workout shoes with the
minimal sock liners, really short running shorts with slits on both sides
almost to the waist, and a lightweight t-shirt that lets my nipples poke
out defined when I lie back on the machine.

So I had the machine loaded up with impressive weight, and I was laid back,
the slit shorts gapping down to expose most of my bare butt on both
sides. I took a deep breath and started doing my reps. While In progress, I
saw friend appear in my peripheral vision, pretending to look at his email
or stretch or whatever, but in fact of course pinning his eyes on my butt
pushing those big weights up and back.

I have to say, knowing he was watching me motivated me to do extra reps and
complete extensions at the end of each lift. I was breathing pretty hard at
the end of my first set. Now while I was resting between sets, I admit to
doing a trick just for friend. My dick didn't feel totally comfortable, so
"since nobody was watching," I reached right in there under the shorts and
under the jockstrap and grabbed it, pulling it up and laying it back more
comfortable, heavy against my thigh. Then it was on to the second set.

Of course he took this in and kept eyeing me through this set while I
pushed to perform still one more additional rep at the end. Him staring at
me was too much to ignore at this point. At the finish, while still panting
with the effort, I looked at him directly and caught his eye. He dropped
his gaze immediately, but I kept watching him as he retreated back out of
my view. He knew for sure that I had seen him watching me. While I did the
third and final squats set, I could still feel him watching me even though
he was out of my line of sight.

So I went ahead and did all my other leg exercises, about eight different
ones. I ended up with the adductor, the one where you sit with legs spread
and pull the knees together to lift the weight. This one always makes my
balls relax and hang low for the rest of the day. I was totally pumped with
the effort of performing for friend, and kind of strutting as I walked back
to the locker room.

I think friend watched me do every single move. He would sit on a different
machine, where he could see me good, and sort of pretend to do some
exercise. But the only work he was doing was salivating over me. You know,
it would have done him good, with his puffy body, to do some exercise, but
that's how some guys are, I guess, their life is mainly just admiring studs
like me.

I stripped naked in the locker room and threw my sweaty gear in the bottom
of a locker: shirt, shorts, jockstrap, socks and shoes. I slammed the door
shut then sat down for a minute on the bench to catch my breath. I leaned
over with elbows on my knees and let my dick and those low-hanging, relaxed
balls spill over the edge of the bench. While looking down, I heard
footsteps and saw friend's feetŅit had to be himŅappear right behind
my balls. I didn't move and he didn't move while he looked me over
completely. I think he even bent over to look closely at the back of my
balls, slowly pulling up and relaxing back down, naked in the breeze.

Finally another guy came into the row of lockers. I stood up quick, grabbed
my towel, and slammed my locker door shut. I don't bother with a padlock
since I never have much in the way of fine clothes or really anything
valuable in there. Friend was busted again as I turned around and faced
him, not pretending that anything wasn't happening that we both knew was
happening. I have to say, he was pretty quick on the recovery, deciding to
pretend we knew each other.

"Hey, how you doing today?" he says to me, pretending to put stuff into the
locker just opposite mine. I didn't miss a beat, since the other man was
still nearby. I put my hands on my hips and spread my legs a little so
friend could keep getting the good look he wanted.

"Feeling good, had a great legs workout," I said sort of slowly. "How about
you?" I tried not to sneer.

"I'm okay. Haven't been here in awhile, so I'm just getting back to the
routine," he answered. I could feel my dick swelling, with him staring at
it. I swung it back and forth a little while I talked.

"Yeah? I'm here most days. Always doing something new," I said. By this
time the other guy had finished his business and gone back to the gym, so
my path back to the showers was clear. I stopped pretending. I looked down
at friend and smiled patronizingly at him, then turned and walked on back
for my shower without another word.

Our gym is not one of the flashy modern ones, but older and frankly a
little grungy. So there are no modest individual stalls but just a big
shower room with five shower heads on each side. I sort of expected to see
friend follow my there, but he didn't appear. Instead there was the usual
group of guys giving me the sidelong glances while I did a long and
leisurely shower, lathering up thoroughly and rinsing off completely. Then
I went dried off in adjoining bathroom and walked back to my locker,
carrying my damp towel.

My locker aisle was clear, so I went ahead to get dressed. Like I said,
nothing fancy, just an old t-shirt, worn blue jeans, and flip-flops. I've
never seen the need for underwear, but I did try and tuck the dick and
balls down on the left side, away from the ripped and frayed spot on the
jeans' right thigh. I went ahead to stuff my workout gear into my gym bag,
then stopped.

My jockstrap was missing.

Of course I knew right away where it had gone to. I finished packing up and
walked on out to the parking lot to the crappy old Kia Rio I use
sometimes. I reached into my jeans pocket to get the key, but on top of it
I found a folded note. Here's what the note said, written in a careful,
what I would call a sort of girly cursive:

"Dear Sir, I know you caught me looking at you and admiring you. Would you
let me continue in private, of course at your convenience? I really
apologize for troubling you, and if you don't respond, be assured I will
never again approach you. Please, Sir, let me welcome you into my homeŅI
live aloneŅand allow me to give you the personal attention and service
your very hot body demands. Please, Sir, call me at ###-##-#### and let me
know if you consent. I will clear my schedule for whenever you are able to
visit. I think I can confidently tell you that I truly understand what a
Stud like you wants and needs. Thank you, Sir, for your consideration.

Humbly,

your admirer

Sir, I'm sorry but I have your jock. I just had to have it, oh wow it
smells so good."

I stuffed the note back into my pocket, feeling totally satisfied and ready
for more. That note had made me start to get hard for sure. I reached into
my jeans and flipped the dick and balls over to the right side before
getting into the Kia and tooling away.

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