This story has some bi themes but in terms of the dynamic between the two men it's more about the effect a physically unattainable straight stud has on another. There are erotic moments of sorts shared between the two men, but their orientations are not compatible. If you don't mind a male-male dynamic that's not coital, but where there's still erotic tension and plenty of fantasy involved, proceed 
. Needless to say, characters are over 18.
Prologue:
Hey, my name's Jake. I'm a pretty new student at UBC (University of British Columbia) and Goddamn has it been a wild few weeks. I guess I'll chill again eventually, but right now I'm a completely fucked up, can't sleep, anxious mess... but most important, I've never been so horny. I can only guess this is just the feeling of one's world opening up incredibly fast from the arrow-straight small town Christian kid they recently thought they were.
But first, the context.
I used to be a bigger fish in a smaller pond. I'm only 20 and my hair's starting to thin already but it used to be pretty long and get compliments... I was sort of cute - you know, for a dude. When I met my wife, the pretty natural blonde (but sheltered, as was I) Dani in our small high school, I swear to God I was a type. We're still only super-young but already been married almost a couple of years. Why did we marry in our late teens? Mostly God. Also her folks kind of suck. Mine are likewise no picnic. Looking back I guess we both represented a mutual escape.
Now we're both at a Uni of over 70,000 enrollees... The playing field definitely changed immediately. Dani's going to get looks if not ogled wherever she goes, but then there's me. The first night I stood in front of our student apartment's bathroom mirror with no shirt on, all 5'9" of me, skinny but no abs, twig arms, I realized pretty quickly that I was just another dude here. I didn't know what I was expecting. A major university... big confident jocks, handsome dudes from serious money, even model-looking guys can sometimes be found studying the most boring shit imaginable around here.
However, good looking as some of the dudes here are, none of them have changed the lives of Dani and I quite like just one.
Chapter 1:
The night I met Brian I'd decided to check out the campus gym closest to us pretty soon after the first fall semester began. It's Friday night of the first week. I could tell my OK but pretty modest social fortunes were unlikely to ever change, but for Dani, her wholesome beauty and light but magnetic bubbliness had already seen her absorbed into a larger popular girl-group around our same ages, much bigger than she'd ever had back home... a few of them (and a whole lot of wine) were gathered at our apartment tonight. I didn't feel like being the only guy, so thought I might as well start finally working out.
A flash of my student ID and I was in. Typical gym, dark, hard floors, but pretty big. Everywhere are countless machines and such I don't recognize. Not a lot of people tonight. I guess Friday night workouts are for the disciplined or unsociable. I slowly walk to the middle of the place. Maybe I should start with some cardio. I at least know how to do that.
'Hey bro, need some help?' I hear approaching from behind. Huh? Was I really standing around for so long that I looked lost?
Already sensing some atypical amount of presence, I look leftward to the voice's direction... then up. Holy shit. Two huge trunks of arm hang exposed in a clinging black tank. His shorts are gratuitous, but with legs that long and built I'd probably wear shorts that tiny too. They sure didn't make dudes like this back home. He's completely towering me and is twice as wide, yet he's also unmistakably young, with a totally unlined, shaved face, stylized mop-top and eyes of light blue.
'Hey,' I barely manage to say without too much pause. 'I'm a new student. I've actually never worked out.'
'Good for you, bro. I'm Brian,' he smiles, sticking out a hand. I shake it. As I do... holy shit, it's twice as big as mine.
'Jake,' I reply, now focused on not over-noticing his general size. 'I guess I could use a little help just to get started.'
'Should we just start you off with some easy curls?'
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'Come on,' he beckons, walking ahead. I see the long dumbbell rack against the farthest wall from here. He's not walking fast, but he seems to be getting there a whole lot quicker. Way bigger strides. I speed up a little to not fall behind.
I'm starting to feel a little uneasy. I can't say why. He'd undoubtedly be popular, but he seems pretty chill, no bully vibes at all. I already do feel tiny around him though, but I guess everybody does as least at first. I take a deep breath.
'You a personal trainer or something?' I ask him.
'Not in an official capacity,' he smiles. His voice is naturally surfer-like; no worries in the world. 'But they're harder to find at night and I know what I'm doing. Sit down on this bench here.'
I sit as he surveys the rack for a second, pointing to a weight. 'Think we should start you off with the 15 pounds.'
'Pfft, give me the 25. 15 looks tiny.'
'Trust me bro, start consistent at a lower weight and you'll start needing heavier real soon.'
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Brian places the 15 lbs weight on the lightly-cushioned black bench just beside me. He walks farther right a good deal more and takes down the 65 pound weight. Holy shit... he's about to outperform me by literally 50 pounds. My unease further spreads. Unsurprising, yet somehow unexpected in its degree. Damn it, snap out of it, Jakey.
'I'm not showing you up with this. It's just, don't look but there's a really hot girl not so subtly staring at us, 3 o'clock,' he laughs quietly as he sits beside me.
Ha. I really bet there's an 'us' in this scenario. I can't say I'm surprised. If virtual harems really exist, this guy probably has one. I steal a glimpse at the girl in question. She's standing at a short distance doing lunges. Anything to look like that spot in full view of Brian is particularly needed. Long straight brown hair tied back, tight dark blue fit, very nice breasts. Insanely hot. Even hotter than the high school queen of my year... honestly up there with my wife.
He successfully guides me through a basic type of curl. Elbow resting against hip, arm turned out around 45 degrees, reps until tired. We eventually lift in perfect unison for a while. He easily 'keeps up' with me even using that three times as large dumbbell. My biceps are still clearly in utero; his shift like crazy with each of his curls, giving the girl quite a show. I force myself not to stare. I've never seen up close what an arm looks like when such a strong guy does them.
'OK bro, you all good now?' Brian asks after a few minutes, standing up and putting our weights back after I've given up. He looks even more towering from this position as I at first remain seated.
'For now. Thanks for your help,' I reply, quickly being overtaken by a burning question. 'Hey, how tall are you bro?'
'That's all good. I'm 6 foot 7 bro,' he smirks. 'Or 2 meters.'
'Jeez. Do you do well on dating apps?' I ask, already answering 'duh' to myself in advance.
'Don't use 'em,' he smiles, shaking his head. 'I kind of do alright the old fashioned way. What about you?'
Ha, I guess if you'd never go unnoticed offline, old-fashioned dating is a realistic luxury. 'I'm married,' I answer, also reminding my own brain that I met Dani offline. I guess he hadn't noticed the ring.
'At our age?' he asks, a little shocked.
'Yeah. My wife's great, I'm lucky to have found her, very early-on.'
'Good for you bro. Not a lot of dudes our age are ready to give up the single life just yet,' he says, his face betraying a slight look that says 'couldn't be me.' I can't say I blame him. Guys like this in such demand must often settle down way, way later.
'Well, I don't think I'm ever gonna get a better deal. Speaking of approaching, are you gonna talk to that girl over there?'
'Uh, I was kind of on the fence, but she actually seems a little desperate,' he lowers his voice to barely more than a whisper. 'And I'm more into blondes. Gotta go bro, I'll see you 'round maybe. I'm in here quite a bit.'
He strolls off, looking like he crossed the whole gym in five seconds tops. I don't know if he fully grasped the implication of what he said. He's casually shutting down the possibility of hitting that? A girl that fit? Over a mere hair preference? If such a girl looked at me that way it would be all go... Wait, what do you care who other guys can pull? You're married, Jakey, married. To a total 10. Has fifteen minutes spent with Brian completely scrambled your brain? Wait, I just meant what I'd do if I were available. And if I were him...
I do a little stationary bike and arrive back at our apartment a while later, a bit after eleven. It's pretty small, but it's been recarpeted not that long ago (a soft grey, dull but nice on the feet) and the furniture's decent. I unlock the red-painted slab that's the door in the third floor hallway and walk in. Dani and the three other girls have crammed themselves on the maroon three-seater. No problem, they're all small enough to cram an extra person. One empty wine bottle sits on the coffee table in front of them, one full bottle and a bit to go. They're all in short skirts or shorts, eight legs and forty painted toes all on show. A nice sight.
'Hey baby,' Dani says. The rest all follow with either 'Hey Jake' or 'Hey' in polite unison before resuming looking at their phones. Whatever they're engrossed in, I'm no distraction.
'I'll just be in the shower babe,' I quietly announce, walking over to our small bathroom. No response.
I turn on the water and strip off, looking at my oh so normie reflection in the long mirror again just while the water heats, as if only one short session at the gym could've meaningfully changed my appearance. I think I'm motivated now though. I should keep going. I have to admit, looking around this campus - God, at Brian - it's time to try and max myself as much as I can. I turn away from the fogging mirror and position myself under the water.
After Dani's friends had been picked up and we were once more alone in the house, I was rearing to go. Those post-workout endorphins people talk about are no joke.
'Sorry, I've got like no energy left tonight,' Dani responds apologetically to my advances, pecking me on the cheek. 'Off to bed hun.'
I mean, fine, I guess. She's just spent hours yapping and knocking back glasses of red. I wouldn't be in much of a mood either, although she doesn't seem THAT tired as she disappears into our bedroom, her body swaying nicely in her red booty-shorts.
Once alone in the living room I search up my usual Asian-White girl on girl category for 'emergencies' such as this and raise my hips off the couch just enough to slowly pull my dark blue sweatpants' waistband down. I'm already hard, and as I keep pulling them past my trimmed bush, my cock emerges with a spring. I know my cock's not that big. That's probably how it gets hard so fast. It easily fits in the grasp of one of my hands, not a quarter-inch to spare. I've never measured, but it's another lucky reason I've locked someone down before too many comparisons with other dudes could be made.
While slowly pumping my cock, eyes on the hot ladies eating each other out on my phone-screen, the imposing spectre of Brian invades my thoughts. I've never seen someone that large in the flesh, at least someone all-muscle. Imagine living like that. Sheer physical dominance...
I shoot a pretty good load into the toilet within five and wash my hands before sneaking very slowly into my room.
I'd have guessed Dani would be asleep by now on account of 'no energy,' but I could've sworn I saw light from her phone suddenly turn off under the covers when one of my sneaking footsteps entering the room made the wall loudly creak.
Despite the nut, it takes me a little while to fall asleep.
. Needless to say, characters are over 18.Prologue:
Hey, my name's Jake. I'm a pretty new student at UBC (University of British Columbia) and Goddamn has it been a wild few weeks. I guess I'll chill again eventually, but right now I'm a completely fucked up, can't sleep, anxious mess... but most important, I've never been so horny. I can only guess this is just the feeling of one's world opening up incredibly fast from the arrow-straight small town Christian kid they recently thought they were.
But first, the context.
I used to be a bigger fish in a smaller pond. I'm only 20 and my hair's starting to thin already but it used to be pretty long and get compliments... I was sort of cute - you know, for a dude. When I met my wife, the pretty natural blonde (but sheltered, as was I) Dani in our small high school, I swear to God I was a type. We're still only super-young but already been married almost a couple of years. Why did we marry in our late teens? Mostly God. Also her folks kind of suck. Mine are likewise no picnic. Looking back I guess we both represented a mutual escape.
Now we're both at a Uni of over 70,000 enrollees... The playing field definitely changed immediately. Dani's going to get looks if not ogled wherever she goes, but then there's me. The first night I stood in front of our student apartment's bathroom mirror with no shirt on, all 5'9" of me, skinny but no abs, twig arms, I realized pretty quickly that I was just another dude here. I didn't know what I was expecting. A major university... big confident jocks, handsome dudes from serious money, even model-looking guys can sometimes be found studying the most boring shit imaginable around here.
However, good looking as some of the dudes here are, none of them have changed the lives of Dani and I quite like just one.
Chapter 1:
The night I met Brian I'd decided to check out the campus gym closest to us pretty soon after the first fall semester began. It's Friday night of the first week. I could tell my OK but pretty modest social fortunes were unlikely to ever change, but for Dani, her wholesome beauty and light but magnetic bubbliness had already seen her absorbed into a larger popular girl-group around our same ages, much bigger than she'd ever had back home... a few of them (and a whole lot of wine) were gathered at our apartment tonight. I didn't feel like being the only guy, so thought I might as well start finally working out.
A flash of my student ID and I was in. Typical gym, dark, hard floors, but pretty big. Everywhere are countless machines and such I don't recognize. Not a lot of people tonight. I guess Friday night workouts are for the disciplined or unsociable. I slowly walk to the middle of the place. Maybe I should start with some cardio. I at least know how to do that.
'Hey bro, need some help?' I hear approaching from behind. Huh? Was I really standing around for so long that I looked lost?
Already sensing some atypical amount of presence, I look leftward to the voice's direction... then up. Holy shit. Two huge trunks of arm hang exposed in a clinging black tank. His shorts are gratuitous, but with legs that long and built I'd probably wear shorts that tiny too. They sure didn't make dudes like this back home. He's completely towering me and is twice as wide, yet he's also unmistakably young, with a totally unlined, shaved face, stylized mop-top and eyes of light blue.
'Hey,' I barely manage to say without too much pause. 'I'm a new student. I've actually never worked out.'
'Good for you, bro. I'm Brian,' he smiles, sticking out a hand. I shake it. As I do... holy shit, it's twice as big as mine.
'Jake,' I reply, now focused on not over-noticing his general size. 'I guess I could use a little help just to get started.'
'Should we just start you off with some easy curls?'
'Come on,' he beckons, walking ahead. I see the long dumbbell rack against the farthest wall from here. He's not walking fast, but he seems to be getting there a whole lot quicker. Way bigger strides. I speed up a little to not fall behind.
I'm starting to feel a little uneasy. I can't say why. He'd undoubtedly be popular, but he seems pretty chill, no bully vibes at all. I already do feel tiny around him though, but I guess everybody does as least at first. I take a deep breath.
'You a personal trainer or something?' I ask him.
'Not in an official capacity,' he smiles. His voice is naturally surfer-like; no worries in the world. 'But they're harder to find at night and I know what I'm doing. Sit down on this bench here.'
I sit as he surveys the rack for a second, pointing to a weight. 'Think we should start you off with the 15 pounds.'
'Pfft, give me the 25. 15 looks tiny.'
'Trust me bro, start consistent at a lower weight and you'll start needing heavier real soon.'
Brian places the 15 lbs weight on the lightly-cushioned black bench just beside me. He walks farther right a good deal more and takes down the 65 pound weight. Holy shit... he's about to outperform me by literally 50 pounds. My unease further spreads. Unsurprising, yet somehow unexpected in its degree. Damn it, snap out of it, Jakey.
'I'm not showing you up with this. It's just, don't look but there's a really hot girl not so subtly staring at us, 3 o'clock,' he laughs quietly as he sits beside me.
Ha. I really bet there's an 'us' in this scenario. I can't say I'm surprised. If virtual harems really exist, this guy probably has one. I steal a glimpse at the girl in question. She's standing at a short distance doing lunges. Anything to look like that spot in full view of Brian is particularly needed. Long straight brown hair tied back, tight dark blue fit, very nice breasts. Insanely hot. Even hotter than the high school queen of my year... honestly up there with my wife.
He successfully guides me through a basic type of curl. Elbow resting against hip, arm turned out around 45 degrees, reps until tired. We eventually lift in perfect unison for a while. He easily 'keeps up' with me even using that three times as large dumbbell. My biceps are still clearly in utero; his shift like crazy with each of his curls, giving the girl quite a show. I force myself not to stare. I've never seen up close what an arm looks like when such a strong guy does them.
'OK bro, you all good now?' Brian asks after a few minutes, standing up and putting our weights back after I've given up. He looks even more towering from this position as I at first remain seated.
'For now. Thanks for your help,' I reply, quickly being overtaken by a burning question. 'Hey, how tall are you bro?'
'That's all good. I'm 6 foot 7 bro,' he smirks. 'Or 2 meters.'
'Jeez. Do you do well on dating apps?' I ask, already answering 'duh' to myself in advance.
'Don't use 'em,' he smiles, shaking his head. 'I kind of do alright the old fashioned way. What about you?'
Ha, I guess if you'd never go unnoticed offline, old-fashioned dating is a realistic luxury. 'I'm married,' I answer, also reminding my own brain that I met Dani offline. I guess he hadn't noticed the ring.
'At our age?' he asks, a little shocked.
'Yeah. My wife's great, I'm lucky to have found her, very early-on.'
'Good for you bro. Not a lot of dudes our age are ready to give up the single life just yet,' he says, his face betraying a slight look that says 'couldn't be me.' I can't say I blame him. Guys like this in such demand must often settle down way, way later.
'Well, I don't think I'm ever gonna get a better deal. Speaking of approaching, are you gonna talk to that girl over there?'
'Uh, I was kind of on the fence, but she actually seems a little desperate,' he lowers his voice to barely more than a whisper. 'And I'm more into blondes. Gotta go bro, I'll see you 'round maybe. I'm in here quite a bit.'
He strolls off, looking like he crossed the whole gym in five seconds tops. I don't know if he fully grasped the implication of what he said. He's casually shutting down the possibility of hitting that? A girl that fit? Over a mere hair preference? If such a girl looked at me that way it would be all go... Wait, what do you care who other guys can pull? You're married, Jakey, married. To a total 10. Has fifteen minutes spent with Brian completely scrambled your brain? Wait, I just meant what I'd do if I were available. And if I were him...
I do a little stationary bike and arrive back at our apartment a while later, a bit after eleven. It's pretty small, but it's been recarpeted not that long ago (a soft grey, dull but nice on the feet) and the furniture's decent. I unlock the red-painted slab that's the door in the third floor hallway and walk in. Dani and the three other girls have crammed themselves on the maroon three-seater. No problem, they're all small enough to cram an extra person. One empty wine bottle sits on the coffee table in front of them, one full bottle and a bit to go. They're all in short skirts or shorts, eight legs and forty painted toes all on show. A nice sight.
'Hey baby,' Dani says. The rest all follow with either 'Hey Jake' or 'Hey' in polite unison before resuming looking at their phones. Whatever they're engrossed in, I'm no distraction.
'I'll just be in the shower babe,' I quietly announce, walking over to our small bathroom. No response.
I turn on the water and strip off, looking at my oh so normie reflection in the long mirror again just while the water heats, as if only one short session at the gym could've meaningfully changed my appearance. I think I'm motivated now though. I should keep going. I have to admit, looking around this campus - God, at Brian - it's time to try and max myself as much as I can. I turn away from the fogging mirror and position myself under the water.
After Dani's friends had been picked up and we were once more alone in the house, I was rearing to go. Those post-workout endorphins people talk about are no joke.
'Sorry, I've got like no energy left tonight,' Dani responds apologetically to my advances, pecking me on the cheek. 'Off to bed hun.'
I mean, fine, I guess. She's just spent hours yapping and knocking back glasses of red. I wouldn't be in much of a mood either, although she doesn't seem THAT tired as she disappears into our bedroom, her body swaying nicely in her red booty-shorts.
Once alone in the living room I search up my usual Asian-White girl on girl category for 'emergencies' such as this and raise my hips off the couch just enough to slowly pull my dark blue sweatpants' waistband down. I'm already hard, and as I keep pulling them past my trimmed bush, my cock emerges with a spring. I know my cock's not that big. That's probably how it gets hard so fast. It easily fits in the grasp of one of my hands, not a quarter-inch to spare. I've never measured, but it's another lucky reason I've locked someone down before too many comparisons with other dudes could be made.
While slowly pumping my cock, eyes on the hot ladies eating each other out on my phone-screen, the imposing spectre of Brian invades my thoughts. I've never seen someone that large in the flesh, at least someone all-muscle. Imagine living like that. Sheer physical dominance...
I shoot a pretty good load into the toilet within five and wash my hands before sneaking very slowly into my room.
I'd have guessed Dani would be asleep by now on account of 'no energy,' but I could've sworn I saw light from her phone suddenly turn off under the covers when one of my sneaking footsteps entering the room made the wall loudly creak.
Despite the nut, it takes me a little while to fall asleep.
please don't abandon it 
