Sometimes fantasy is better than reality. The illusion and mystique of a person is whatever you want it to be when you’re just an observer from afar. I’m writing this at 1:35 in the morning because I can’t sleep, can’t stop thinking about the casual way his body moves when he’s pacing back and forth in between sets. Or the way his long sleeved henley sits against his body, hiding toned arms and hitting just above the hips, revealing the tiniest peak of a happy trail when he stretches. Or the way his eyes rise to meet mine, flittering to find my gaze even when we’re on opposite ends of the room. I can’t tell if our wordless interactions are simply coincidences, or if they’re deliberate, and it’s driving me crazy. Maybe he’s subconsciously seeking me out, lifting right next to me every time, or maybe we just have the same routines. When you go to the gym at the same time every day, you start to recognize the regulars around you, but yet with him it feels different- like we’re purposefully finding each other every time on the gym floor.
I first noticed him sometime in August of last year. He had dark brown hair and eyebrows, a slim but muscular physique, and couldn’t have been taller than 5’9. Most women probably disagree with me, but I can’t resist a medium height white dude with dark eyebrows. Might be internalized racism (I’m not white), but that’s a loaded topic for another day. The point is that he caught my eye, and I found myself attracted to him immediately. Over the course of the next few months, we’d exchange glances here or there, but I never thought much of it until one cold evening in December, when I found myself working out next to him, doing weighted hip abductions on a slanted bench. I was wearing tight dark leggings and no underwear- a risk I didn’t usually take, but these leggings were too thin to wear without underwear lines being exposed. When I finished a set, I glanced back and noticed him staring at my ass (which, granted, was sort of in his direct line of vision). Realizing this made me wet and I hoped that it wasn’t too noticeable through my barely-there leggings, but part of me also hoped he saw and would seek me out later in the locker room, throw me against the wall, and fuck me. This was one of several incidences which all came to a climax yesterday (unfortunately, no actual climaxes have yet been enjoyed).
I was deadlifting to the side of a squat rack near the wall when I turned around and saw him RIGHT behind me, so close that I could smell him (do men wear cologne to the gym?!). I had been trying to avoid prolonged eye contact as of late, since I’d been self-conscious that I might have been staring too much, but the tension in the short distance between us was heavy and I couldn’t help but look straight into his eyes. Honestly, I don’t find giving blowjobs that enjoyable, but if he’d asked me to suck his dick right then and there in front of the packed gym I would have. His dark brown hair was curling upwards slightly and his eyes stared at me expectedly. I had not felt such intense, teenage-like lust in years. I quickly turned around to bring my barbell back to the rack and left immediately. For context: I’ve been in a healthy, loving, and potentially open relationship (we’ve been mutually discussing it) for the last 5 years, and I would never cheat on my boyfriend or do anything that might break his trust. Unfortunately, that doesn’t stop me from fantasizing about this brown haired boy, imagining what it would feel like to be underneath him, writhing. To feel his breathing grow heavier, hear his soft moans, and see the look on his face seconds before he cums, whether his eyes would be closed, or open and looking at me. How he would react if I approached him in the gym and asked him to take me to his place, tie my wrists to his bedpost (in my fantasy, he is the type of grown man that would have a bed frame), and choke me while he fucks me until I’m begging him to stop. What sounds he would make if he came in my mouth and I didn’t stop sucking. Which means I can NEVER go back to the gym in the evenings – at least not until my boyfriend and I iron out the details of an open relationship
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u9eem7/i_f_developed_an_intense_gym_crush
Yes, men wear cologne to the gym, sometimes way to much!