PART 1
Anthony had to admit, although his wife worked so many hours as a corporate lawyer that he rarely got to see her, he was grateful for the life it afforded them. The building Hilary’s company had moved them into was something he could have never afforded on his freelance salary, but he wasn’t going to complain about the expansive views, gleaming new appliances, and prime location. Even better were the building amenities – a basement gym, sauna, and even outdoor pool, all of it open 24/7. After just a month living there, he was starting to feel the best about his body since he was in his 20s.
Not that he needed to put in much work – at 35, Anthony had always been fit, but years of a comfortable relationship and a slowing metabolism had given him a bit of a dad bod. But the more work he put in at the gym, the more he felt sure that, the next time Hilary pulled her eyes away from her laptop, she’d be greeted with rock-hard abs and bulging biceps, and her “I’m busy” excuse would evaporate under pure lust.
Which is why he found himself in the building gym, alone, past 10pm, while she was still at the office. Anthony loaded up another pair of plates on the bench press for one final set. On the first few reps Anthony felt his pecs and arms straining against the weight, but he kept pushing through, trying to hit 6 reps. By 5, his arms were shaking, but he let the bar drop down to his chest and started to push towards the ceiling for his final rep. Halfway up, his arms started to shake and buckle, unable to push the bar all the way up. Suddenly, the bar felt like it weighed nothing, and it easily settled back on the rack.
Standing above Anthony and helping him was a man he’d never seen before, and a huge one at that. Boulder arms, trunk thighs, face like a cliche superhero. “Shit, thanks man,” Anthony said, sitting up on the bench and turning to face the stranger.
“No problem. You really shouldn’t try to push it so hard when you’re alone down here. You’re lucky I had just walked in,” he said, before sticking out his meaty hand. “Sam.”
“Anthony,” he replied, shaking Sam’s hand. “And you’re right. I guess I was a little overconfident.”
“Neighbors have to look out for each other!” Sam laughed, and started helping Anthony unload the weights from the bar. “You new? Haven’t seen you around.”
“Just moved in. 5B.”
“Ah, no shit? I’m 6B,” Sam replied. “Well, welcome. Good to see someone else using the gym, I don’t know why it’s always dead.”
“Yeah, you’re the first person I’ve ever seen down here,” Anthony said, wiping the sweat from his face with a towel.
“Well, if we’re gonna be gym buddies, I have to warn you. I’m a personal trainer, so you’ll probably catch me filming online content down here. If it annoys you, just ask me to stop.”
“No, man, it’s cool!” Anthony shrugged. “Everyone’s gotta make money.”
“Awesome. Well, I’m going to get started, but nice to meet you,” Sam said, before beginning to set up his phone at a good filming angle.
“Have a good workout, man,” Anthony said, and left the gym. As he rode the elevator back up to his apartment, he wiped more sweat from his face with the towel, before realizing he still had the towel. The building was full of tattletales and busybodies, typical in an expensive new construction, and the last thing he wanted was to be called out on some building email chain about not properly returning gym or pool towels. “Damnit,” he muttered, before punching the B button and sending the elevator back down to the basement.
The gym was down a short hallway from the elevators, so you couldn’t see inside the gym until you were walking through the door. Which is why Anthony stopped in his tracks upon walking into the gym and immediately seeing his new neighbor’s ass. Sam was doing barbell curls with his back to the door, filming himself in only a jockstrap. It was impossible not to notice how thick and well-shaped Sam’s ass was, lifted by the jockstrap, flexing with every pump of the dumbbells. After a rep or two, Sam suddenly noticed Anthony in the mirror, and dropped the weights.
“Oh, fuck!” he said, turning around. His 5’10” body was as ripped and cut as it looked like it would be when he was wearing more clothes, but with surprisingly more hair on his torso than Anthony was expecting. As to why he was even thinking about or expecting hair or no hair on Sam’s body, Anthony didn’t pause to wonder. He tried not to look south of Sam’s abs, but it was hard not to notice a hefty bulge in the jock, the clear outline of a swollen cock pressing against the fabric.
“I’m sorry, man, I just had to return this towel,” Anthony said, sheepishly.
“No, I’m sorry! I, uh, well… as you can see, I offer some incentives to get people to subscribe to my online training sometimes,” Sam said.
“No need to explain, man,” Anthony replied. “Like I said, everyone’s gotta make money.”
“Thanks for being cool about it,” Sam said.
“No worries at all. Sorry your private gym is a little less private now that I’ve moved in,” Anthony joked.
“Don’t sweat it. I’ll try not to surprise you in the future. And, hey, I’m sorry if this is too forward: I’d give you some free training if you want sometime. Couldn’t help but notice your form could use a little work…” he said, laughing to take the sting out of the critique.
Anthony chuckled, before thinking about it. The dude was seriously built – enormous pecs sitting above rows of thick abs, thighs swollen on either side of the bulging jock. The guy must know what he’s doing, Anthony figured. And free training? No better way to get his body back in shape faster. “You know what? I might take you up on that.”
“Cool, man, just let me know! And sorry about this again.”
“Honestly, stop apologizing,” Anthony said. “It’s basically a private gym. And between you and me, I jerked off down here once.” Why did I say that? Anthony thought.
Sam laughed, and wiped sweat from his forehead. “Ha! Well, I’ll keep your secret if you keep mine.”
“Deal,” Anthony laughed, and nodded goodbye before heading back up to his apartment. Inside, he stripped naked and eyed his body in the mirror, mentally comparing it to Sam’s. He had muscles underneath his dad bod paunch, but nothing like what Sam was working with. I’m definitely going to let him train me, he thought.
Anthony had to admit, although his wife worked so many hours as a corporate lawyer that he rarely got to see her, he was grateful for the life it afforded them. The building Hilary’s company had moved them into was something he could have never afforded on his freelance salary, but he wasn’t going to complain about the expansive views, gleaming new appliances, and prime location. Even better were the building amenities – a basement gym, sauna, and even outdoor pool, all of it open 24/7. After just a month living there, he was starting to feel the best about his body since he was in his 20s.
Not that he needed to put in much work – at 35, Anthony had always been fit, but years of a comfortable relationship and a slowing metabolism had given him a bit of a dad bod. But the more work he put in at the gym, the more he felt sure that, the next time Hilary pulled her eyes away from her laptop, she’d be greeted with rock-hard abs and bulging biceps, and her “I’m busy” excuse would evaporate under pure lust.
Which is why he found himself in the building gym, alone, past 10pm, while she was still at the office. Anthony loaded up another pair of plates on the bench press for one final set. On the first few reps Anthony felt his pecs and arms straining against the weight, but he kept pushing through, trying to hit 6 reps. By 5, his arms were shaking, but he let the bar drop down to his chest and started to push towards the ceiling for his final rep. Halfway up, his arms started to shake and buckle, unable to push the bar all the way up. Suddenly, the bar felt like it weighed nothing, and it easily settled back on the rack.
Standing above Anthony and helping him was a man he’d never seen before, and a huge one at that. Boulder arms, trunk thighs, face like a cliche superhero. “Shit, thanks man,” Anthony said, sitting up on the bench and turning to face the stranger.
“No problem. You really shouldn’t try to push it so hard when you’re alone down here. You’re lucky I had just walked in,” he said, before sticking out his meaty hand. “Sam.”
“Anthony,” he replied, shaking Sam’s hand. “And you’re right. I guess I was a little overconfident.”
“Neighbors have to look out for each other!” Sam laughed, and started helping Anthony unload the weights from the bar. “You new? Haven’t seen you around.”
“Just moved in. 5B.”
“Ah, no shit? I’m 6B,” Sam replied. “Well, welcome. Good to see someone else using the gym, I don’t know why it’s always dead.”
“Yeah, you’re the first person I’ve ever seen down here,” Anthony said, wiping the sweat from his face with a towel.
“Well, if we’re gonna be gym buddies, I have to warn you. I’m a personal trainer, so you’ll probably catch me filming online content down here. If it annoys you, just ask me to stop.”
“No, man, it’s cool!” Anthony shrugged. “Everyone’s gotta make money.”
“Awesome. Well, I’m going to get started, but nice to meet you,” Sam said, before beginning to set up his phone at a good filming angle.
“Have a good workout, man,” Anthony said, and left the gym. As he rode the elevator back up to his apartment, he wiped more sweat from his face with the towel, before realizing he still had the towel. The building was full of tattletales and busybodies, typical in an expensive new construction, and the last thing he wanted was to be called out on some building email chain about not properly returning gym or pool towels. “Damnit,” he muttered, before punching the B button and sending the elevator back down to the basement.
The gym was down a short hallway from the elevators, so you couldn’t see inside the gym until you were walking through the door. Which is why Anthony stopped in his tracks upon walking into the gym and immediately seeing his new neighbor’s ass. Sam was doing barbell curls with his back to the door, filming himself in only a jockstrap. It was impossible not to notice how thick and well-shaped Sam’s ass was, lifted by the jockstrap, flexing with every pump of the dumbbells. After a rep or two, Sam suddenly noticed Anthony in the mirror, and dropped the weights.
“Oh, fuck!” he said, turning around. His 5’10” body was as ripped and cut as it looked like it would be when he was wearing more clothes, but with surprisingly more hair on his torso than Anthony was expecting. As to why he was even thinking about or expecting hair or no hair on Sam’s body, Anthony didn’t pause to wonder. He tried not to look south of Sam’s abs, but it was hard not to notice a hefty bulge in the jock, the clear outline of a swollen cock pressing against the fabric.
“I’m sorry, man, I just had to return this towel,” Anthony said, sheepishly.
“No, I’m sorry! I, uh, well… as you can see, I offer some incentives to get people to subscribe to my online training sometimes,” Sam said.
“No need to explain, man,” Anthony replied. “Like I said, everyone’s gotta make money.”
“Thanks for being cool about it,” Sam said.
“No worries at all. Sorry your private gym is a little less private now that I’ve moved in,” Anthony joked.
“Don’t sweat it. I’ll try not to surprise you in the future. And, hey, I’m sorry if this is too forward: I’d give you some free training if you want sometime. Couldn’t help but notice your form could use a little work…” he said, laughing to take the sting out of the critique.
Anthony chuckled, before thinking about it. The dude was seriously built – enormous pecs sitting above rows of thick abs, thighs swollen on either side of the bulging jock. The guy must know what he’s doing, Anthony figured. And free training? No better way to get his body back in shape faster. “You know what? I might take you up on that.”
“Cool, man, just let me know! And sorry about this again.”
“Honestly, stop apologizing,” Anthony said. “It’s basically a private gym. And between you and me, I jerked off down here once.” Why did I say that? Anthony thought.
Sam laughed, and wiped sweat from his forehead. “Ha! Well, I’ll keep your secret if you keep mine.”
“Deal,” Anthony laughed, and nodded goodbye before heading back up to his apartment. Inside, he stripped naked and eyed his body in the mirror, mentally comparing it to Sam’s. He had muscles underneath his dad bod paunch, but nothing like what Sam was working with. I’m definitely going to let him train me, he thought.
