Danny’s at the Gym

It was a Tuesday night in May and Danny was finishing up at the university gym. While the rest of his frat brothers were benching, doing bicep curls, and deadlifting, Danny was on the treadmill, cooling down from his leg work out. He tried doing the heavy upper body weight lifting with his buddies, but shifting the bench press from 300 lbs with heavy 45 lbs plates on the side, to just the bar with little 5 pound plates was just a hassle. Plus, the jabs and jests from his buddies about lifting “girl weight” and “maybe you should go do Pilates with the Kappa Zeta sorority next door, I bet they have a pair of yoga pants and a pink sports bra to lend you hahahaha” was getting to Danny. So Danny focused on what he did well, working out his toned legs. While Danny couldn’t bench those heavy weights, he could squat and leg press very heavy, adding to his feminine bubble butt even more.

Danny was cooling down on the treadmill from a heavy squat session. His longish hair pulled back into a low ponytail, a tight blue matching workout tank top and short athletic shorts. He’d been meaning to get new shorts, as his workouts lately have been so heavily butt and legs focused that the shorts were very tight against his heart shaped ass. Walking on the treadmill, sweat pouring down his body, and his ass jiggling with every step, up and down. His heavy workout made his hips move a little differently, so his ass swayed side to side with a rolling motion like a stripper in high heels working the stage. His tanned legs shined from the sweat, and with such fine body hair, combined with the sweat shine, they looked freshly shaved with oil to make them gleam

With his headphones in, Danny couldn’t hear the Uber masculine guy trying to get his attention. All the sudden, Danny’s workout playlist of Dua Lipa’s music was interrupted by a tap on his shoulder. Danny turned, shocked cause he was so exhausted and locked into the feminine song he was listening to, looking at a massive hulk of a man. A masculine handsome face with 5 o clock shadow sat on a 6’4” frame that looked like he should be on a NFL field rather than a local gym. His biceps bulged and his pecs and abs showed through his soaking wet workout tank top.

“Excuse me, Miss? I was wondering how much longer you had on the treadmill?” The hunk asked little effeminate Danny. Danny was so shocked that he just stared at the man, dumbstruck by how masculine and manly he looked (something Danny always hoped to look like but genetics wouldn’t allow).

“Hmmm… a couple minutes?” Danny whispered, his voice tight in his throat from his exhausting workout, plus the confusion of being called Miss made the sound come out soft and feminine.

“Oh alright I’ll just find another one then. I’m John by the way, I haven’t seen you around. I just transferred from Northeast State to play football next fall and I know next to no one. What’s your name?”

Coming to the realization that this big man thought you were a cute little gym bunny coed, you had to set him straight that you were a guy!

“Hi yeah I’m Danny, I’m actually…”

“Dani, that’s a cute name for a cute girl! Oh, my teammates are heading out so nevermind about the treadmill. But hey, we should get together sometime. I heard there’s a “Halloween” party this weekend. Would love to see you there. Here, let me give you my number” John quickly interrupted little Danny and reached for Danny’s unlocked phone on the treadmill. He typed his number into your contacts and sent himself a text “So I have your number too. I’ll text you later to set something up. Looking forward to seeing you and getting together so we can… get to know each other better” John said as he looked up and down Danny’s tight, feminine body. John left, not before putting his big hulking hand on the small of his back, brushing the top of Danny’s ass as he did so.

As Danny, completely thrown off by the encounter, just stared dumbfounded at the big back of John. He was completely humiliated that he looked so girly and feminine that a man (another man, damnit I’m also a man!) hit on him and asking him out! Was he really that girly looking? And why did Danny’s 4 inch dick twitch when johns hand brushed his ass? He really needs to get new clothes.

But these thoughts were brushed aside as a next text dinged in his phone. The text was from Jessica…