Chapter 2

As Jake gripped Mark’s arm, his head started to swim. In general, Mark wasn’t very comfortable with having people getting into his personal space. He was a bit shy and withdrawn, a bit of an introvert. He gave off vibes that said: keep your distance. But something about this was different. Jake’s body was right next to Mark’s, but somehow, he didn’t mind it. In fact,  just feeling Jake’s fingers on his arm had sent little jolts of electricity through his body.

“Come on, bro,” said Jake. “Why don’t you just try working out with me for a little while. Having a workout buddy makes things a lot more fun.”

Again, that powerful scent started to assault Mark’s nose, so ripe and manly. He couldn’t believe it, but Mark felt his start to twitch. Something about the jock’s presence seemed to persuasive: the feeling of his thick, meaty fingers on his arms, his musk, his goofy smile, and those sexy, piercing eyes.

“Well, ok,” conceded Mark. “I guess I don’t really know what I’m doing with some of these exercises. You, however, clearly do know what you’re doing.”

Jake relaxed his grip on Mark’s arm, and smiled broadly. “That’s awesome, bro! Fuck yeah! So, you think I look like someone who works out, huh?” grinned Jake, as he started to flex his biceps. Fuck. Those were some serious arms. Just looking at Jake’s bicep flex up and down was starting to make Mark feel a bit fuzzy again.

“Yeah, I mean, who am I kidding…I’m swole as fuck, man! I’ve been working on these arms for a long time. Just look at them…”

Mark didn’t need to be asked twice. There was something so commanding about Jake’s deep, masculine voice. It seemed to tunnel straight into his subconscious. Mark almost had no choice but to continue staring at Jake’s biceps as they expanded and twitched, impossibly huge.

“And check out these triceps,” he added, as he turned to the side, flexing them for Mark, that cocky grin still on his face. Again, Mark stared at Jake’s muscles as they flexed for him.

“Here, why don’t you look a bit closer,” Jake added, as he moved in even closer towards Mark. His armpit was nearly on top of Mark’s nose. That delicious, powerful scent of sweat and raw, alpha masculinity overcame Mark, impossible to resist or escape. Meanwhile, those feelings of anxiety and discomfort he had felt ever since entering the gym were starting to disappear. Something about being so close to Jake was relaxing Mark more and more. The closer Jake stepped towards Mark, the better Mark felt. The more Mark stared at those bulging, flexing muscles, and the more he took in Jake’s man musk, the more relaxed he started to feel.

“You know what’s even bigger than my arms, bro?” asked Jake.

Mark was so entranced by Jake’s show that he barely noticed the question, but eventually he managed to reply, “Uh, no. Tell me.”

“My pecs,” answered Jake. “I guess you can’t see them right now because of my tank top, huh. Do you want to see my pecs?”

Seriously, thought Mark, this is getting crazy. But Mark must have been feeling lightheaded from having to take in Jake’s stinky, sweaty body so long. Somehow, Mark answered, “Yeah, let’s see.”

“Sweet, dude!” yelled Jake, as he rubbed both of Mark’s shoulders with his big, meaty palms. Those armpits were so close now, so strong. “You know, most of the time I actually like to work out shirtless. I guess it’s cuz’ I sweat so much.” With that, Jake tugged off his tank top to expose his solid, round, rippling pecs.

“Pretty sweet, huh?” asked Jake. “I’m never one to miss chest day. You want to see them bounce?” asked Jake. Mark didn’t even have to answer. Instead, Jake faced Mark and began to bounce his pecs one at a time. First the left one, then the right. Then the left, then the right. And again, and again, and again. It was all so rhythmic, so fluid, that Mark couldn’t take his arms off those pecs. As Mark stared deep into Jake’s pecs, it was almost as if he was being drawn into them,

“Yeah, go ahead and take them in. I know they’re something special. But bro, you know what’s maybe even better?”

“What?” asked Mark, without even thinking.

“My legs, bro! I NEVER skip leg day. Take a look at these fucking tree trunks!”

As Jake lifted his shorts, Mark could only stare as he took in those gigantic quads. Jake wasn’t kidding: they were like tree trunks. So thick, and manly, and powerful. Once again, as Jake flexed his quads, Mark’s eyes went wide, seemingly unable to look away. Mixed with the smell of Jake’s ripe armpits, now Mark thought he also detected something even deeper and funkier. It must have come from Jake’s shorts being lifted…could that smell be coming from his underwear? It was absolutely intoxicating. Mark’s head continued to swim as we watched Jake pose.

“But bro, you know what my absolute best feature is? Why don’t I show you!”

And with that, Jake turned around and stuck out his absolutely massive butt. “Yup,” he smiled, “it’s my glutes!” Mark’s jaw nearly dropped as he saw the most perfect, round, enormous bubble but he’d ever seen. “Here, follow me,” said Jake, as he grabbed Mark again by the arm. This time, Mark wasn’t bothered in the slightest by the jock’s touch: it’s seemed like the most natural feeling in the world to feel his rough fingers on his smooth skin. Jake led Mark over to a treadmill, and hopped on. “It’s best to see me in action to get a real appreciation for all my work!” With that, Jake started the treadmill at an impossibly high speed, and started running. As he ran, his massive butt seemed to come alive, wiggling back and forth, gyrating and flexing, almost ready to burst out of his shorts. Mark watched Jake running, watched as the sweat started to pour down his back and drip onto his shorts.

Eventually, Jake hopped off the treadmill and stepped even closer to Mark than before. “So, bro, whaddya think? Do you want to build some muscles like these?” As Mark hesitated, Jake locked eyes with him, never breaking contact, and whispered, “I think you do. I think you’d like to become just like me. Don’t worry…I’m gonna help you, bro.”

To be continued…