I had a gotten new job and it was really working out well. There was only a brief commute and I liked what I was doing and almost everyone at the office was easygoing and friendly.

Everyone that is, except Carl. Carl was a good looking guy, dressed impeccably and seemed more than a little standoffish. At least that’s what I thought at first, but over the following weeks I learned he was just reserved. After we discovered we shared similar interests he started to warm up to me.

Carl and I were both into athletics and sports. He was into weights, diving and swimming, whereas I liked to run and play team sports like basketball. I admitted one afternoon that I wouldn’t mind working out with weights. “Just to bulk up, you know.”

“You ought to come by my gym and work out with me,” he said. “I can always use a spotter and I can bring a guest up to three times. If you like it from there you can get your own membership.”

I agreed and we planned our first workout for the weekend. I was amazed by how much muscle Carl kept hidden beneath his suit. He was strong and I watched enviously in awe as he did reps with 275 pounds. Even so, he was appropriately modest and acted suitably impressed with my mediocre abilities and my benching 160.

Carl squeezed my bicep. “You’ll get there. You’ve definitely got the goods to work with,” he said; his eyes sweeping over my entire body.

The warmth of his touch and the way he looked over my body surprised me. I was inspired by his words of encouragement.

We worked out for two hours and then headed to the locker room to shower. Carl immediately yanked off his shirt and he seemed playfully abuzz with adrenaline.

I liked his energy and felt a strange attraction to him. He was magnetic from the workout and it made me nervous. Each time I looked at him I felt things I was not accustom to feeling with other men. I wondered why.

I sat on the bench and began to unlace my shoes, trying to dismiss what I felt as nothing. Carl kicked off his shoes and without a care in the world dropped his shorts while turning to his locker.

I was dumbfounded. Less than 18 inches away I was confronted by what can only be described as a perfect specimen of manhood.

I’d never really given size much thought, as my cock is a respectable 6 inches when erect, but Carl’s was about that long while it hung entirely flaccid. I was glad he didn’t seem to notice me sneaking glances as he turned and went off to the shower.

I stripped and went in and found my own stall, closed the curtain, and turned on the water. I looked down and surprisingly enough, noticed I was partially erect.

A few minutes later I heard Carl’s shower stop and I peaked out around the curtain. I felt kind of weird looking at him, but Carl’s body was incredible, especially his cock. I’d never felt this attraction toward another man, but without question I felt it for Carl. He was an Adonis—all muscular and smooth. And he walked like he knew it.

We worked out once during the following week and again over the weekend. As we were