Here’s my first installment in the series. This is a lot of back story and what led up to this amazing brotherhood between Eric, a 33 year old muscular white construction worker and Joey, a 21 year old Latino stud who is just learning to appreciate his gym results and explore his fantasies. I promise, this isn’t even the tip of the ice berg.
— One —
Eric’s Generosity
Eric was one of the guys that has been at the gym since I started going 3 years ago. When I first started, I was a thin 150 and have since grown to a solid 205 with the big majority of that being solid muscle.
If we’re being honest, a lot of the progress has been thanks to watching what Eric does and copying his workouts. He used to be just a dude that I would nod at when passing, but since my gains have become noticeable and I was earning my place as one of the “frequent fliers” at the gym, we’ve become somewhat friends after chatting in the locker room occasionally, sharing workout wisdom and even offering a spot here and there. I’ve always admired him and his ability to talk to everyone and walk around the gym in his tight muscle shirts, chest puffed out knowing people were staring at him. He was a good 12 years older than me (I’m 21. He’s 33) so any interaction between us was very “big bro/little bro”. I’m not sure if I was gay or straight or bi or if I just simply appreciated Eric’s body because it was a goal of mine to get like him, and I was definitely not far.
Eric eventually convinced me to start wearing more revealing shirts to the gym. My arms were solid and my chest was huge. I didn’t even need to flex for yo I to see my bulging biceps and triceps. I wasn’t enormous, but you could definitely tell I worked out. I had a flat, firm stomach and legs (that actually grew the quickest) that we’re envied throughout the gym. Eric has always had an amazing body. His arms seemed to always be flexed and his chest is smooth and so round that it can’t even stay inside his string tank tops that he would get from the supplement shop across the street.
“why the fuck are you hiding your progress man?!” He would always tell me. I’ve always been the shy quiet dude that minded his own business. If Eric never talked to me, I would never have gone further than the head nod here and there.
“I dunno. Just not into it I guess”. It was the truth. I was used to hating how skinny my arms were and hating how my body seemed awkward. It never dawned on me that I could wear what I want and look amazing. I was proud of my body, but never having been the type of dude to show off, it was never a thought.
The next day as I was in the locker room changing and folding my button up (9-5 at the bank) I heard him before I even saw him.
“Yo Joey” his voice rang through the locker rooms. As I change, this is the few times you can find me in anything less than gym shorts and an oversized T. I knew this awkwardness was irrational, so I swallowed my pride and prepared for Eric to see me in my underwear.
He rounded the corner and instantly through a small package at me. He didn’t even address the fact that I was in underwear, he didn’t care. He shouldn’t care, once again my insecurities were shaping my applied perception on what others should think.
I caught the package and saw instantly it was a tank top. A yellow tank top like the ones he wears.
“now you can stop wearing your Grandma’s moo-moo” he said as he began to undress out of his uniform (he did some type of construction, I’m assuming based on his dirty jeans, boots and neon orange shirt stained with sweat and dirt).
“Thanks, man!” I said putting it into my locker and pulling out my Worn T-shirt I’ve had since high school.
“What the fuck are you doing, put it on! That’s why I got it. You work too hard for that body of yours. Stop hiding it.” He stripped down to his underwear. Fuck it. He’s right. I DO work hard. I need to not care what others think of me. I put it on and instantly I was so pumped to work out. My upper chest was outlined nicely and my shoulders and rear delts pushed the fabric out. My arms were fully exposed and I wasn’t mad at that. The yellow really popped against my olive skin. I got caught up with checking out this new me in the mirror, I didn’t realize Eric had already changed into his workout clothes while talking to me. Imagine being that confident that he strips down ass naked while talking to another dude? Damn. Maybe I’ll get there some day.
My workout was incredible. I was feeling myself like I’ve never done before. I was definitely getting more attention, probably from people who didn’t know what I was hiding under all the baggy clothes. It gave me the ego boost I needed to push out a few extra reps and go a few extra steps to really kill my routine. I would catch glimpses from Eric here and there who would give me a reassuring nod.
After my cardio, my new shirt was drenched and I was glistening in all the right places. Eric walks up to me with a chick I see pretty frequently at the gym.
“Look at this stud” Eric said playfully slapping my drenched back. I chuckled and struggled to look for something to say. Crystal took her eyes away from the phone and gave me a glance. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a loose bun and her smooth skin glistened subtly. I always thought she was hot, but being they close to her made her so much more. She was closer to Eric’s age, 30 something but she took care of her body. She nodded her head in agreement with Eric.
“Shouldn’t he wear these more often?!”
We began walking together down the stairs towards the locker rooms. I didn’t know Crystal and Eric were a thing. But she followed him closely as he engaged in small talk with me. She wasn’t with her usual gym friend, a sexy Latina with curves in all the right places. But she seemed to be on Eric’s schedule as he told her to meet him at the front desk while we went and grabbed our things.
In the locker room, Eric and I walked straight to our lockers and began to get our belongings.
“you went hard today bro” he said. “See how a new wardrobe can do that?”
I couldn’t help but agree. I loved it. I loved the freedom and confidence I got by letting my muscles flex and contract in front of everyone while I worked out. Getting that extra compliment from Crystal really made it that much better.
I’d be lying if I said my cock didn’t get a little stiff when she was walking with us. Her ass was huge and her tits were perfect. I couldn’t help but think about what she’s look like naked. I knew for a fact I was going to beat my meat to her instagram when I got home.
“swing by the pad real quick on your way home, I got a bunch of shirts like that I don’t use. They give me one every time I buy a supp” he was extremely generous. Of course I want them! I’ve been to his place a few times to pick up some protein I ordered from his vendor or some preworkout, it was on my way home so I agreed.
We walked out together. For the first time, I really noticed his face structure and how his hours of hard work in the sun were starting to show, especially around his eyes. He was white, but his skin had that natural permanent tan from being in the sun on a daily basis, not like my natural tan I had just from being born from Mexican parents. It was cool what he was doing for me. I really appreciated it, and was happy to find a friend and “big bro” in someone I see so often and used to look up to.
Before getting into my car, I took one more look at me in my window and couldn’t help but take a pic for Instagram. I was really feeling this new found confidence. I looked amazing. Like one of the many gym dudes I follow that make a living off posting workouts and sponsored ads.
I pulled up to Eric’s house. It was a modest bachelor pad, but you could tell by the lack of “home” in the front, that it was lived in by a dude who didn’t care if he had the proper decorations that made it look home-y.
Eric was already home, and he met me at my car with a box of so many shirts. He had taken his shirt off on the way home and his still sweaty skin glistened in the afternoon sun.
“Keep it up bro” he told me as he handed me the box through the window.
“Thank you so much, man. For reals I appreciate it. Beers on me one of these days. Alright?” He agreed, but cut it short as we both saw Crystal pull up and get out of her car, offering me a shy wave. He playfully socked my arm and said “alright now get lost. I’m about to fuck the shit out of her” and he ran back to his house laughing, to meet Crystal on the porch. They walked inside and I drove away, but his words made my cock so incredibly hard. As soon as he said that, I imagined Crystal ass naked. Her tots bouncing as she’s fucked senseless, moaning and screaming. Rubbing her tits and fingering her pussy that I could only imagine. I knew Eric would be a beast with her. I knew he would tear her up. You could tell by his size and energy that he knew how to make a girl sore.
I couldn’t take it. My cock was pretty big, 9 inches and thick. It started to grow uncomfortably in my wet shorts. I had to pull it out. Good thing my windows were tinted.
I just wanted to tease it a bit. I knew once I got home I would strip naked, lay on my bed and go to town with some of my favorite videos I have bookmarked on my phone. But this was just a way to warm up. My head was shiny and I was leaking so much precum. I couldn’t believe it. How could just the THOUGHT of Eric fucking Crystal do this to me? I would have to come back in my car later and wipe the steering wheel down that by now was undoubtedly covered in my cock juice.
But I couldn’t help it. Was he fucking her doggystyle? Was he sucking her tits while he rammed her pussy? How did she sound? Before I knew it, my hips were buckling. No! Fuck. Not here.
I shot a small stream of cum, landing on my hand holding my cock. Then another, each growing with every shot. Then the big one came. A huge stream shot at my chin. Then another. And another. Until it finally died down and I caught my breath. Fuck. My shirt was covered in cum. I wiped my chin and was surprised at how thick all this cum was. It was insane I couldn’t help but laugh as I still heaved and took deep breaths.
Then my phone rang.
-New picture message from Eric-
— One —
Eric’s Generosity
Eric was one of the guys that has been at the gym since I started going 3 years ago. When I first started, I was a thin 150 and have since grown to a solid 205 with the big majority of that being solid muscle.
If we’re being honest, a lot of the progress has been thanks to watching what Eric does and copying his workouts. He used to be just a dude that I would nod at when passing, but since my gains have become noticeable and I was earning my place as one of the “frequent fliers” at the gym, we’ve become somewhat friends after chatting in the locker room occasionally, sharing workout wisdom and even offering a spot here and there. I’ve always admired him and his ability to talk to everyone and walk around the gym in his tight muscle shirts, chest puffed out knowing people were staring at him. He was a good 12 years older than me (I’m 21. He’s 33) so any interaction between us was very “big bro/little bro”. I’m not sure if I was gay or straight or bi or if I just simply appreciated Eric’s body because it was a goal of mine to get like him, and I was definitely not far.
Eric eventually convinced me to start wearing more revealing shirts to the gym. My arms were solid and my chest was huge. I didn’t even need to flex for yo I to see my bulging biceps and triceps. I wasn’t enormous, but you could definitely tell I worked out. I had a flat, firm stomach and legs (that actually grew the quickest) that we’re envied throughout the gym. Eric has always had an amazing body. His arms seemed to always be flexed and his chest is smooth and so round that it can’t even stay inside his string tank tops that he would get from the supplement shop across the street.
“why the fuck are you hiding your progress man?!” He would always tell me. I’ve always been the shy quiet dude that minded his own business. If Eric never talked to me, I would never have gone further than the head nod here and there.
“I dunno. Just not into it I guess”. It was the truth. I was used to hating how skinny my arms were and hating how my body seemed awkward. It never dawned on me that I could wear what I want and look amazing. I was proud of my body, but never having been the type of dude to show off, it was never a thought.
The next day as I was in the locker room changing and folding my button up (9-5 at the bank) I heard him before I even saw him.
“Yo Joey” his voice rang through the locker rooms. As I change, this is the few times you can find me in anything less than gym shorts and an oversized T. I knew this awkwardness was irrational, so I swallowed my pride and prepared for Eric to see me in my underwear.
He rounded the corner and instantly through a small package at me. He didn’t even address the fact that I was in underwear, he didn’t care. He shouldn’t care, once again my insecurities were shaping my applied perception on what others should think.
I caught the package and saw instantly it was a tank top. A yellow tank top like the ones he wears.
“now you can stop wearing your Grandma’s moo-moo” he said as he began to undress out of his uniform (he did some type of construction, I’m assuming based on his dirty jeans, boots and neon orange shirt stained with sweat and dirt).
“Thanks, man!” I said putting it into my locker and pulling out my Worn T-shirt I’ve had since high school.
“What the fuck are you doing, put it on! That’s why I got it. You work too hard for that body of yours. Stop hiding it.” He stripped down to his underwear. Fuck it. He’s right. I DO work hard. I need to not care what others think of me. I put it on and instantly I was so pumped to work out. My upper chest was outlined nicely and my shoulders and rear delts pushed the fabric out. My arms were fully exposed and I wasn’t mad at that. The yellow really popped against my olive skin. I got caught up with checking out this new me in the mirror, I didn’t realize Eric had already changed into his workout clothes while talking to me. Imagine being that confident that he strips down ass naked while talking to another dude? Damn. Maybe I’ll get there some day.
My workout was incredible. I was feeling myself like I’ve never done before. I was definitely getting more attention, probably from people who didn’t know what I was hiding under all the baggy clothes. It gave me the ego boost I needed to push out a few extra reps and go a few extra steps to really kill my routine. I would catch glimpses from Eric here and there who would give me a reassuring nod.
After my cardio, my new shirt was drenched and I was glistening in all the right places. Eric walks up to me with a chick I see pretty frequently at the gym.
“Look at this stud” Eric said playfully slapping my drenched back. I chuckled and struggled to look for something to say. Crystal took her eyes away from the phone and gave me a glance. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a loose bun and her smooth skin glistened subtly. I always thought she was hot, but being they close to her made her so much more. She was closer to Eric’s age, 30 something but she took care of her body. She nodded her head in agreement with Eric.
“Shouldn’t he wear these more often?!”
We began walking together down the stairs towards the locker rooms. I didn’t know Crystal and Eric were a thing. But she followed him closely as he engaged in small talk with me. She wasn’t with her usual gym friend, a sexy Latina with curves in all the right places. But she seemed to be on Eric’s schedule as he told her to meet him at the front desk while we went and grabbed our things.
In the locker room, Eric and I walked straight to our lockers and began to get our belongings.
“you went hard today bro” he said. “See how a new wardrobe can do that?”
I couldn’t help but agree. I loved it. I loved the freedom and confidence I got by letting my muscles flex and contract in front of everyone while I worked out. Getting that extra compliment from Crystal really made it that much better.
I’d be lying if I said my cock didn’t get a little stiff when she was walking with us. Her ass was huge and her tits were perfect. I couldn’t help but think about what she’s look like naked. I knew for a fact I was going to beat my meat to her instagram when I got home.
“swing by the pad real quick on your way home, I got a bunch of shirts like that I don’t use. They give me one every time I buy a supp” he was extremely generous. Of course I want them! I’ve been to his place a few times to pick up some protein I ordered from his vendor or some preworkout, it was on my way home so I agreed.
We walked out together. For the first time, I really noticed his face structure and how his hours of hard work in the sun were starting to show, especially around his eyes. He was white, but his skin had that natural permanent tan from being in the sun on a daily basis, not like my natural tan I had just from being born from Mexican parents. It was cool what he was doing for me. I really appreciated it, and was happy to find a friend and “big bro” in someone I see so often and used to look up to.
Before getting into my car, I took one more look at me in my window and couldn’t help but take a pic for Instagram. I was really feeling this new found confidence. I looked amazing. Like one of the many gym dudes I follow that make a living off posting workouts and sponsored ads.
I pulled up to Eric’s house. It was a modest bachelor pad, but you could tell by the lack of “home” in the front, that it was lived in by a dude who didn’t care if he had the proper decorations that made it look home-y.
Eric was already home, and he met me at my car with a box of so many shirts. He had taken his shirt off on the way home and his still sweaty skin glistened in the afternoon sun.
“Keep it up bro” he told me as he handed me the box through the window.
“Thank you so much, man. For reals I appreciate it. Beers on me one of these days. Alright?” He agreed, but cut it short as we both saw Crystal pull up and get out of her car, offering me a shy wave. He playfully socked my arm and said “alright now get lost. I’m about to fuck the shit out of her” and he ran back to his house laughing, to meet Crystal on the porch. They walked inside and I drove away, but his words made my cock so incredibly hard. As soon as he said that, I imagined Crystal ass naked. Her tots bouncing as she’s fucked senseless, moaning and screaming. Rubbing her tits and fingering her pussy that I could only imagine. I knew Eric would be a beast with her. I knew he would tear her up. You could tell by his size and energy that he knew how to make a girl sore.
I couldn’t take it. My cock was pretty big, 9 inches and thick. It started to grow uncomfortably in my wet shorts. I had to pull it out. Good thing my windows were tinted.
I just wanted to tease it a bit. I knew once I got home I would strip naked, lay on my bed and go to town with some of my favorite videos I have bookmarked on my phone. But this was just a way to warm up. My head was shiny and I was leaking so much precum. I couldn’t believe it. How could just the THOUGHT of Eric fucking Crystal do this to me? I would have to come back in my car later and wipe the steering wheel down that by now was undoubtedly covered in my cock juice.
But I couldn’t help it. Was he fucking her doggystyle? Was he sucking her tits while he rammed her pussy? How did she sound? Before I knew it, my hips were buckling. No! Fuck. Not here.
I shot a small stream of cum, landing on my hand holding my cock. Then another, each growing with every shot. Then the big one came. A huge stream shot at my chin. Then another. And another. Until it finally died down and I caught my breath. Fuck. My shirt was covered in cum. I wiped my chin and was surprised at how thick all this cum was. It was insane I couldn’t help but laugh as I still heaved and took deep breaths.
Then my phone rang.
-New picture message from Eric-
