Tomorrow

“Bro I’m already signed up to another gym,” your friend repeated as he followed you back into your local branch of Day-N-Night Fitness.

“Believe me, you want to sign up to this one.” You tried not to smirk as you looked around, seeing that the signup office was empty and hoping you would see Susanna the trainer around. You weren’t sure where she was and shrugged. “Alright let me give you the tour.”

The gym was a little busier than yesterday since you had come after work this time. Four treadmills were taken, nobody really of note to you since there was only one woman running at the moment, and she seemed to be an older asian woman, thin, maybe in her forties, with a short bob hair style and loose fitting grey t-shirt and blue tracksuit pants.

The bikes had a couple of twenty somethings chatting away as they slowly pedaled, long dark ponytails on both of them, sporting typical gym gear (tight yoga pants being the norm), with tank tops over tighter sports tops underneath. One was in deep red yoga pants, the other in a forest green pair. They weren’t particularly sweaty, they were fit without much definition, seemed more interested in gossiping than strenuous workout routines, but you found them pretty enough. Your friend who you had dragged along didn’t give either one a second look though. Maybe he thought their noses were too big.

While there were plenty of fresh faces today, you were really hoping to find the familiar ones from yesterday but Cynthia the cyclist and Susanna the trainer were MIA. And with more people in here now you were growing less confident in the reality you had bought into just recently. You shook your head, remembering how good it felt to unload your semen down into that girl’s throat, knowing it definitely was real and looked around for a target.

“So it’s a gym. Like the gym I go to. But further away from my house.” Your friend Paul didn’t seem impressed, and why would he be? So far all you did was bring him here and silently scan the place.

“Alright dude, so… this might sound weird but,” you began, pausing conspiratorially, and for effect as you scoped the place. “I think I can get any woman here to suck my dick, right here in the gym… and nobody would give a fuck.” Letting the silence linger for a moment and for that to sink in for your friend, you spotted someone working out with the free weights on the bench and felt yourself twitch underneath your shorts, but she headed out the door. Then you looked to Paul for some reaction.

He was just looking back at you expectantly, waiting for more. When you didn’t say anything he frowned.

“Why would anybody give a fuck?” he asked.

“What? What do you mean?”

“I don’t get it, that’s not different to any other gym you can go to,” said Paul and it was your turn to frown.

“You mean… All gyms do this now? Since when? So you can do the same thing at your gym? You never told me!” you blurted, the questions tumbling out as retroactive FOMO got hold of you.

“Dude what’s your issue, did you hit your head?” Your friend gave you that look he usually does when you say something stupid but not particularly funny. You needed straight answers.

“Paul. Do you get your dick sucked at your gym?”

The face he pulled was usually reserved for the times you uttered especially stupid thing when you were drunk.

“Of course not. What the fuck?”

“But you just said… wait... “ slowly the gears began to turn and things were locking into place, lights blinked on in your head. “Can I get my dick sucked at your gym?”

“If you signed up,” he answered, totally differently to how he answered the first question, like it wasn’t strange. “Didn’t you just sign up to this gym? Weren’t you trying to convince me to sign up here?” Paul was getting annoyed and confused and you couldn’t exactly blame him.

“So … this free sex stuff only applies to me then,” you thought out loud, and Paul rolled his eyes.

“Yes. Normal gym shit. Did you want to get me in here just coz it’s where you signed up to and you want me to suc-”

“No! Nothing like that!” you stopped your good friend from finishing that sentence because you could tell he did not seem opposed to the idea at all but you were in no way ready for that kind of thing.

“What then dude? I do not see any reason at all for me to sign up here. My gym is literally five minutes from my place.”

“Uh… yeah. I just wanted to… see if you thought this one looked okay. Get your expert opinion,” you lied, now that you realised your pal wouldn’t get the same benefits as you at this gym. Or any gym by the sounds of it. He narrowed his eyes at you and shouldered his knapsack.

“Yes. It’s fine. It’s a fuckin gym. I’m out, dude,” he declared, and he started walking to the exit.

“Alright cool. Uh... thanks Paul. You’re a real pal,” you called after him. He waved without looking back, but then you saw him stop and turn around.

“Oh yeah, can you confirm if you’re coming to dinner on the weekend? It’s Priya’s birthday. Restaurant is booked in.”

You remembered the text message now and thought about Priya, Paul’s long time girlfriend.

“Yeah man, for sure,” you said. You pictured Priya some more.

“Aight sweet,” said Paul, smiling now. “Oh, we can pick you up on the way. Need a lift?”

Dark thoughts coalesced in your murky mind.

“That would be awesome. Can you pick me up from here? Might squeeze in a quick workout before dinner,” you tried. Paul looked around at ‘here’, realising you meant this gym. Not seeing anything wrong with the location he nodded.

“Done. Seeya Saturday.” And then he left.

Well that was something else to look forward to. You turned back to the gym, a lot more confident in your new gym life and really looking forward to figuring out a workout routine.