My sophomore year of college I decided I finally wanted to get in shape. And since I had ready access to University’s very elaborate and state-of-the-art gym, I realized the only excuse I had was my own laziness. That, and I was kind of embarrassed to go work out in gyms because everyone there was already in good shape and I didn’t want to be the chubby guy bouncing around on the treadmill.

Anyway, I decided to put that behind me and force myself to start going at least three times a week. At first I was very inconsistent with my workout routine. I’d skip many days just to lie around on the couch and watch food network or go out drinking with my friends.

But one night, while I was huffing and puffing away on the exercise bike, I noticed this gorgeous, raven-haired Adonis running on the treadmill across from me. He was shirtless, with sweat glistening his lean, cut torso – marking his tiny, dark-brown nipples, rock hard pecs, and rippling abs.

I immediately quickened my speed on the bike by at least 5 miles per hour just looking at him. Following his body down his chest and stomach to his baby blue jogging shorts, I remarked his bulging thighs and thick calves. As I watched him run, every so often I could see little bumps form at the crotch of his shorts where his balls and limp cock head were bouncing and brushing against the fabric.

I had to contain myself to keep from springing an erection right then and there! I stayed on the bike for the whole time he was on his treadmill that night. I ended up riding three miles longer than I ever had before!

When I got home, I was physically exhausted, but I felt great. I realized that I had finally found the exact motivation I needed to start working out on a regular basis!

I went back to the gym the very next night, but my tall dark stranger wasn’t there. I did a quick work-out then headed home to finish up some assignments and turn in early. The following night, my beautiful crush was back. And so, again, I turned in a furious, sweaty workout at the gym.

Over the next couple of weeks I figured out the guy showed up at the gym every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at 6pm, like clockwork. So, naturally, that became my workout schedule too! Actually, I’d get there a little early so I could be sure to grab one of the bikes that faced the row of treadmills he always ran on.

Well, after more than a month of watching and lusting after this guy, I’d lost about 15 pounds and was starting to think more and more about actually approaching him, and maybe, if I could summon the courage, even asking him out.

So the next night I showed up a little extra early. When I saw him come in, I hid around the corner until I noticed which treadmill he got on. Thankfully, the one next to him was open, so I walked up and got on that one beside him.

“Hey,” I said casually. “I see you here a lot. You’re in really great shape.”

“Yeah,” he responded. “I’ve noticed you too. You’re usually over on the bikes. You’re looking pretty good yourself.”

I blushed at his compliment, but tried to shake it off. “I’m Kevin,”