“Hmmmm…” said Runt, stroking his chin as he thought. “How about… I make any guy I like that you… encounter, want to have sex with you”
I thought it over for myself.
“That doesn’t sound so bad… long as nothing bad happens ‘cause of it.” I reasoned. “Don’t wanna loose my job… or get arrested”
“Don’t worry, you’re in good hands, okay?”
“Yeah, sounds fair” I said, pulling on a new pair of underwear. I looked down to see my once red chequered boxers were now a pair of briefs. Deciding not to ask, I opened the bathroom door.
“You want some eggs… err that is if you eat human stuff,” I asked.
“Sunnyside up please” said Runt, hopping off the counter.
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I gave a deep sigh as I arrived at the gym. It was ten to seven in the morning so there weren’t many people about. As I walked past the reception, I saw the studly handsome trainer that worked the morning shift.
“Morning Derek” I greeted, walking past.
“Morning Joel” he greeted back, but he then did a double take, watching me as I passed. Self consciously, I looked down at myself to see what he was staring at, but there wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.
As I walked to the locker room, I almost bumped into another guy, some cute collage red head coming the other way.
“S’cuse me” I said, side stepping around him in the tight corridor. He looked at me, then looked down, then at me again, his face blushing.
“Hi” he said, smiling awkwardly.
I smiled back, before heading into the locker room. I could feel the eyes of almost every guy I passed on me. This had to be Runt’s doing.
I put my bag with my work stuff in a locker, shutting it. I realised there was a guy next to me. He looked about late 30’s, a bit shorter then I was. I guessed he was Mediterranean or Italian, judging by his skin tone. His hair was dark brown, slicked back, adding to his handsome chiselled face, and a sculpted short beard on his chiselled jaw. He was only in his underwear, so I could se he was definitely a body builder.
He looked at me up and down and smiled. I smiled back, before looking down and realising that my grey t-shirt and work out shorts had changed into a dark grey tank reading ‘GOT DILF?’ in bold white on the front, and my black shorts, which were just above my knees, now cut off a quarter way down my thighs. I also noticed I was no longer wearing underwear, my cock line clearly visible as it hung by my left leg. Quickly, I grabbed my towel and water bottle, and headed back to the gym. I could feel the guy’s eyes on my ass as I walked.
‘Shit… so this is what it’s like to be a girl’ I thought, not used to the attention.
‘Trust me, I can show you what that’s like if you want’ came a voice. I frowned at the new voice in my head. Runt.
‘Your in my head now?’ I thought, trying to adjust to the fact I was having a conversation in my mind. I entered the gym and made my way to the weight rack for a few warm up stretches and exercises.
‘How else am I supposed to contact you?’
‘I have a cell phone you know’
‘Yeah, but there so… impersonal’ he replied. ‘And much less reliable’
‘It’s kind of hard to concentrate with you in there’ I thought, as I pulled a few stretches, before picking up a pair of dumbbells.
‘I’m flattered’ came Runt’s voice, smugly. ‘I trust your enjoying the male attention’
‘It’s definitely a change of pace’ I replied, warming up my big round shoulders and beefy chest. I glanced over to the front desk, where Derek quickly turned his head away from my direction.
‘He’s cute isn’t he, lot of potential there’ said Runt. ‘Or what about the Italian stud, he seems like your type’. I looked to see the beefy Italian opposite me as he pushed out some bicep curls, his legs wide open displaying his crotch. What confused me was the fact that I knew all of these guys were straight.
‘Don’t you have a job to be doing?’ I thought, trying to relieve some of the awkwardness in this situation.
‘Don’t worry, your job is piss easy, practically does itself mostly’ he smirked. ‘I’ll check up on you in a bit. Have fun big guy’
Now that the only voice in my head was mine for the moment, I could finally concentrate on my workout.
A good 40 minutes into my work out, I was feeling sufficiently pumped. I was on my back doing a few bench press sets on the smith machine. I knew that my cock head was visible every time I sat or lied down with my legs apart, but no one said anything. I was still being watched by almost every guy, and was contemplating in picking one to introduce myself to, but my workout came first.
As I worked up to my last set, I contemplated moving on, as I knew I needed a spot for this kind of weight.
“Hey buddy, need a hand?” came a smooth, accented voice.
I looked up to see the Italian guy holding onto the barbell, smiling down at me.
“Much obliged” I thanked him, before lifting the weight off the rack down over my chest. With some stain I managed to push out my set, plus one extra. Panting, I let the stud pull the barbell up back on the rack.
I only then just noticed his bulge was hanging inches over my head as he stood behind me, my heavy breath warming the rounded shape that was bulging out of the guys shiny navy shorts, just above my forehead. It only dawned on me that I had been staring at it for a good several seconds.
“See something you like big guy?” chuckled the Italian, leaning forward to make eye contact.
“Sorry” I said, pulling my eyes away, somewhat embarrassed.
“No need my friend. I’ve been watching you all morning. You are a very… impressive man”, he said, his seductive voice dripping with lust. I then realised my cock was getting hard, poking out the leg of my shorts. “How about we continue this conversation in the locker room?”
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