forcemasc gymbro has been plauging my mind. for no particular reason at all 😇😇😇😇.
ugh. going to the gym with him. he teaches you the ropes, the meanings of funky words. teaching you the correct form. helping to shape you into the man he knows you are <33
putting you in compromising positions with the false pretense of helping you "stretch". you feel his hands grab your hips as he pulls you against him. you ask him about it and he assures you that this is normal between men and that he's just correcting your form.
you feel yourself throb, unsure of why something so normal is turning you on. it doesn't take long before he notices that cute little bulge in your shorts. he chuckles and reaches round your front to gently roll your tdick through your clothes. "excited?" he asks. you blush and can't face him, but it would be rude not to answer, so you nod. you can feel him smile against your neck as he assures you. "don't worry, this typa stuff happens all the time". you doubt that's true, but his hands feel so good against your body, and his voice runs so smoothly into your ear. it doesn't matter if it's the truth or not.
he brings you over to the locker room. <3