I said, extending my hand to him in that way I’d seen strait guys do.

“Nice to meet ya, Kevin. Dean.” He shook my hand briefly, then went about setting the speed and incline of his treadmill.

“God, I don’t even know how to work this thing,” I laughed as I fumbled with the controls on my own piece of equipment.

“Oh, its tricky at first. Here, I’ll show you,” he said, leaning across toward me, stretching with his lean, striated shoulders and clearly defined triceps. His thick, knobby fingertips found my control panel and adjusted the settings. “See this slider here sets the speed, its pretty simple. And then this number here is how steep of an incline you want. You can even program it to change randomly to simulate walking up and down hills.”

I tried desperately to pay attention to his words, but I was drawn into his deep, dark, dreamy eyes and swallowed up by his musky, sweaty, manly scent. “Oh, thanks,” I managed to mumble as he returned to his treadmill.

I started walking while Dean started jogging. I was too focused on the scent of his sweat wafting off of his body and the sounds of his breath heaving as he pounded stride after stride of his powerful legs into the belt of the mill to focus on my own exercise routine. For the whole time we were there, I just walked along, trying desperately not to just ravage the poor boy right then and there.

After around thirty minutes, and me having traveled a whopping 2.6 miles, Dean finished his run and hopped off of his treadmill. “Good meeting ya,” he puffed while wiping his face and chest with one of the little white hand towels the University made available at the door. Once he was dried, he tossed the towel into the bin near the door to the locker rooms, but it didn’t quite make it inside. Rather, it sort of clung to the inner edge.

“You too, it was a pleasure.” I waited until he was out of sight then I hopped off the treadmill and headed toward the towel bin. I looked around quickly to see if anyone was watching and, with no one in sight, I plucked Dean’s sweaty towel from the edge of the hamper.

I brought it to my face and breathed in deep as I wiped the damp towel across my nose and chin. The gamy aroma of Dean’s sweat was infused into the fibers of the cloth. Immediately, my mind recalled every detail of his chiseled form. I could almost feel him next to me through the scent in that towel.

Still breathing in deeply, I realized my cock was thickening inside my gym shorts. Not wanting to be ‘the guy with the boner’ at the gym, I darted into the locker room. To my surprise, I was the only one in there. As I kept breathing and rubbing the towel about my neck and face, my cock sprang up to one of the stiffest hard-ons I’ve ever had.

I just couldn’t take it anymore. Six weeks of lusting after this guy had me so pent up that I was about to burst right then and there. Dreaming about Dean’s strong arms wrapped around me, and his slim, terse lips curled about my own, I eased down the waistband of my jogging shorts.

My cock popped free, and was pointing nearly completely upright