It was during October, the transition month. Leaves were falling from trees, it was cold enough for a jacket, and pastries became a must. It explains why I’m at a gym, those evil pastries. Most people would say that it never showed but five pounds is five pounds no matter how it’s called. I felt flab somewhere it shouldn’t have been.
Now I know you’re thinking I’m some health freak and I need help but I have reasoning. My job, I work as a teacher…a gym teacher so being ripped is a must, even in my thirties. In my opinion I’m one of the best; fittest students, fastest times, and no one complain. It’s a job well done without the work just have them copy me.
“Excuse me sir, but could you point me to the locker rooms?” I turned around slowly. Most people get my standard reaction, a simple “why are you asking me this?”, but when I turned around I all but screamed from joy. I don’t know if he knew but I knew who he was. He was indeed chubbier, still tall and still handsome. Rather amazing.
“Y-yea.” I stopped myself realizing my mistake and clearing my throat quickly. “Down that mat, should see a sign that points you to it tall one.” He smirked; I looked up at his face and thanked God for loose pants. “Thanks.” He replied and walked away but not before shaking my hand leaving a thin paper in it. The numbers on it were simple enough to figure out, and writing on the back. Life just got good.
I stayed doing workouts for an hour after he went to change. My mind glued on the numbers, remembering them. It was annoying I didn’t even know if he had changed and I’m already falling for him. I thought falling for a straight guy was bad, this was an all-time low but in the words of Tom, “But I’m Happy!” gotta love that feeling.
I stood up after finishing my cool down and walked to the locker room. Locker 351 I thought to myself, walking past lockers. Finally reaching my own, thank God again for these keys. With a slip and a twist the door came open with it a black bag full of clothes. I stripped quickly, planning on a quick exit and a simple night. This two day rule was going to be murder. “You haven’t changed much. Short one.” I jumped at the words, spinning quickly. He stood with his arms crossed, leaning against a locker with only pants on. “I uh…” I stammered. He chuckled a slow silent, laugh.
“Yep, you haven’t changed much.” Slowly he began walking towards me his eyes fixated on me. Time seemed to stop as he walked. It was graceful, like he planned everything its as if… My thoughts were cut short when I felt a force hit my lips and realized not much changed. With our lips locked, he guided us toward the rear of the room, heading to the showers. “I missed you.” He said softly, breaking the kiss. I couldn’t think of any words to say dammit why are you so…so…ugh! My brain was going crazy with thoughts, finally after staring in his eyes for who knows how long I found words.
“I have a place not too far fro…” He silenced me with a kiss. “No. You. Me. Lunch. Now.” With a peck on the lips he turned and walked. All I could do was watch his butt, my balls screaming for release. I touched my modest length, stroking it firmly. “You better not be jerking off!” I stopped my hand cursing him while I walked back to my bag, which was surprisingly still there. I changed quickly, sliding my shirt on last, as it came down I saw him again. “Don’t you think those are a bit tight?” He asked, talking about my clothes. I grinned deviously. “The more of me to show.”
With a sigh he began walking, I instinctively followed wondering which place, would I need to bring my car, who’s paying, do I have enough for food? All these questions surfaced and silenced with a kiss, in the middle of the gym…