Let’s pump iron

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It’s a warm Saturday morning and I’m eager to hit some neglected muscle groups at the gym before meeting Lewis.

The gym is hopping. The inoffensive pop music keeps the open space upbeat, punctuated with grunts, clangs, and the whir and thumping of treadmills.

Surveying the crowd, I see several familiar faces and give them some nods. Several ladies catch my eye. Most of them take the form of rhythmically flexing booties on the cardio machines. A couple muscle babes work on free weights, one of which is with her ridiculously muscled bull of a partner. And in the dimly lit group spaces there are some silhouettes of floor stretches in progress.

The sexual charge of seeing these women working their bodies gives me extra motivation to work hard. Edging amplifies that sexual charge.

Today I’m feeling {if Edge = 100}like my balls are so full that I could blow my load at any moment. {elseif Edge > 70}like I’m going to sport a hard-on all day. {elseif Edge > 40}my staff at half mast already. {elseif Edge = 0}less charged than usual from having emptied my balls so completely. {else}energized by what I see.{endif}

I notice Cesar at the dumbbells, checking himself in the mirror. He is an inch or two shorter than me, but showcases his bigger muscles in his bodybuilding shirt. He has cred with all the lifters, while I am more of a tourist. But he is always welcoming to me, his leaner, paler friend. I approach from behind so when he finally stops staring at himself, he will see me in the reflection. It takes a good ten seconds. We grin at each other. As gym buddies, we mostly spot each other on the free weights. As an added service, we give each other coded messages to signal the presence of hotties nearby. We also share an occasional conquest story.

“Ready to work, amigo? The house is full today.” That is code for full of women.

“You know it,” I reply. {if purple}”And, I’ve got a wild story for you,” I add, thinking of the purple thong now in my bedroom.{endif}

An hour later we have rotated through a few stations and Cesar is spotting me at the bench press. “Give me four more,” he says. That is code for I should check my four o’clock for a hotty. Looking discreetly between presses, I see who he is referring to.

There is an alt girl working on the hip sled. She rests on her back, feet up on the plate, knees slightly spread, thrusting it upward. From my angle, I can only see the top of her head. Her hair is lime green in a short ponytail. Her legs are impressively muscled, especially her thighs. Her thin green leggings almost match her hair.

I rack my barbell and sit up. I grab my water bottle start chugging. I watch the subtle shapes of her legs change as she smoothy accelerates the plate upward. She starts making soft grunts as she nears the end of her set. I can see more of her now. She has a narrow nose with a silver piercing. She wears a sleeveless maroon hoody that shows off her sleeve tattoos. Her grunts get rougher and the thrusts get slower. She grabs the handles, shifts her feet higher on the plate, highlighting how thick and round her ass is. She gives the sled her all. I start to imagine her in that position in my bed. From there I could easily push her ankles back to her ears. Well...easy if she isn’t resisting with those impressive thighs.

{if Edge = 100}I get a raging boner that I cover with a towel for Cesar’s benefit. The little bit of friction causes a sudden release of precum in shorts.{elseif Edge > 70}I am stiff enough to drive a nail into wood. My balls ache for release. I drop my towel over my situation for Cesar’s benefit.{elseif Edge > 40}It slowly dawns on me that I am almost fully hard. I used my towel as cover. {else}I felt something stirring to attention in my shorts.{endif}

My general rule is leave women at the gym alone, but given a the right situation, I would definitely want to flirt with her. I don’t think Cesar follows the same rule, but he is friendly to everyone and doesn’t come on too strong. He is as likely to tell a guy “Looking good, brother!” as he walks by as to say something encouraging to a woman. By evenly blanketing compliments around the room, his actual flirtation is more accepted.

Cesar and I eye each other as if playing chicken about who is going to talking to her first. I bow out. Things to do.

I get cleaned up and leave.