Body Language

Chapter 2

"Blake," he said, reaching out his massive hand for a shake.

I almost fainted.

"Austin," I managed to say, gathering all my strength to stop myself from fainting as I shook his hand. "Nice to meet you."

Very NICE to meet you.

He held firmly, squeezing as he shook it. Man, his hold felt like metal chains crushing my tiny little hand.

He leaned on the metal rack with his elbow, kinda flexing his bicep as he eyed me from head to toe. My eyes instinctively went to his arm and saw it glistening with sweat.

I've never wanted to lick something so bad.

Towering right before my eyes, my head did an awkward nodding motion as I looked at his feet and up to his face. His height dwarfed me -- a little over 6 feet, I think -- as I was only just as high as his shoulders, and standing before him made me feel absolutely smaller than I am. His voice shook me from my trance. "You look young. How old are you?"

"Twenty-three."

He sounded a little excited by that for some reason. "Really? You do look younger, actually."

He paused a little and added, "Fresh meat."

Wait, what?

I blinked, or maybe squinted, at what I heard. If he was... uhm... trying to reel me in, it was working.

Fast.

I knew I had to throw the same question to get through the smoke now sizzling between us. "Oh. And you? How young are you?"

He chuckled a little. "Thirty-four. And still young." He looked a hundred times hotter when he laughed.

The next minutes were spent on talking while lifting weights. I learned he moved to NYC for business and was also on a vacation for two months. So far, he was loving it here in Vegas as he said, but he was also trying to look for girls he can hook up with. 

Yes, girls. Also as he said.

"You'll find some here if you'll look around enough," I said, now setting up weights for my deadlifts. "That hot bod of yours is not hard to miss."

Oops. I kinda slipped right there. I think I may have punctuated hot bod a little, but I swear it was unintentional. At that point, I had sort of accepted that he is straight and did not want anything to do with gay stuff.

I didn't know what he thought about what I said, but he just smiled at me from the mirror. He playfully looked at me through narrowed eyes.

My ass did that tingly thing again.

Shut it, Austin.

I took some momentum before I managed to lift the weights in front of me for some deadlifts. I knew I looked struggling because Blake rushed over to spot me.

"You may have to strip some of these plates off," he said gently, looking at both ends of the bar I was holding. He paused after what he said, but went behind me and held the bar to spot me instead.

I thought I was going to pass out right then and there. My mind went on overdrive when I felt his warm body against my back, his hard pecs against my traps, and his enormous arms framing me. I can feel his sweat joining mine as he leaned closer. "Lower it."

I obeyed. I felt like submitting to anything he said like I was in a spell of some kind. I've never been this skin-to-skin close with a guy and it was heavenly. The smell of his sweat overwhelmed me as I heard him rasping for breath, but as I leaned forward to drop the weight, I felt something hard against my ass. 

Could it be..?

I tried to wrap my head around what was going on. Something's on my ass. His dick. Hard as a rock and it felt like it was raging underneath his shorts.

In shock and in a state of ecstasy, I pretended nothing happened (though I felt all the blood in my body came rushing to my face). I proceeded to drop the weight but the feeling of his dick brushing against me was very compelling. I felt him pushing it on me. Hard.

"Keep going," Blake ordered me.

I was enjoying it. I was only supposed to do ten reps for that set but since he was there to spot me, I made it twenty. Not gonna lie, I would have made it thirty if he didn't pause, probably expecting me to end the set. I've never felt something as hard as that but I couldn't pull away -- I was silenced by the guilt it went with.

I let out a nervous gust of breath as I stood straight up. He stepped beside me and turned around a little, adjusting his junk. "Kinda got carried away. Sorry." He smirked, a playful look still in his eyes.

I waved my hand in front of me instinctively. "Oh. Nah, it's okay."

I regretted it as soon as I realized what I did and said.

I turned to look at him, my eyes dropping to his crotch almost automatically. It was bulging about the size of a medium apple tucked in his shorts, and was so hard the outline of his shaft looked obvious in his light yellow shorts.

"Hey, listen." He leaned his face closer to mine, dropping to a whisper.

"Do you... like dicks?"