Hitting the gym on fumes

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Hitting the gym when I am this tired is probably not a good idea. Without good rest, workouts are likely to be ineffectual. But I can't sleep, and this is better than staring at the ceiling and getting frustrated. It's been long enough since I've made it into the gym that I feel a little out of place. I look around for familiar faces as I head to the lockers to store my work clothes. While washing my hands, I look at myself in the mirror. I don't look my best, but I don't look ragged either. Well, I'm here. Let's do this.

Ten minutes into my workout I hear, "Hey, what's up, amigo! I'm surprised you made it into the gym now that you are a milf trainer." It is Cesar being Cesar. He is smiling broadly and looking as muscular as ever.

I stop my presses and sit up. "Hey, buddy! What about you? Where is the new recruit?"

"He'll be back tomorrow. You need me to spot, for old times?"

"Sure. It's just not the same without you." I resume the presses while he stands ready.

"So?" He looks down at me expectantly.

"So...what?"

"I'm ready to hear your stories, man! What do you got for me?"

I think about what I want to say and what I absolutely shouldn't say. Bragging about conquests always gives me a pang of guilt, but Cesar always asks and his enthusiasm is infectious. And I want to hear his stories, too.

I cough. "Well... I may have shot my load all over the milfs daughter."

"OH DAMN!!! No wonder you aren't coming into the gym, you dog! WOW! Okay then! Tell me the more!" He chuckles.

I edit the story down to a few delicate factoids. "We flirted at her house, then I asked her to go to a park with me... and she got on her knees in the woods."

Cesar gives me a wide, toothy grin. "Public blowjob? I love it. Are you working both ladies at once? Oh—are you going for the threesome now? You GOT to tell me if that happens. This is going to be my new favorite! TELL me that story is coming!" I only start to tell stories, Cesar usually jumps ahead and finishes them for me.

"Sorry to burst your bubble, but I am training the mom seriously. The thing with the daughter...it was an unexpected development." I drift off for a moment, picturing Tonya pinned under me. “...And I don’t know if is is going anywhere.”

Cesar looks at me like I’m an idiot. “Pfft—YEAH it is going somewhere!”

I try to focus on my workout for a while, not really pushing myself, but it feels good.

“Give me nine more, amigo.” Cesar gives me the code. I check my nine o’clock. Amy is back. Cesar must have eagle eyes to have seen before she even entering the gym through the glass doors. I wonder if he is even spotting me at all. We watch her make her way to the women’s locker room. Much like last time, she is wearing plain solid colors without any branding, which is unusual for gym wear. Her leggings are heather green and she has a black, zipped hoodie. She carries a backpack and a cycling helmet. Her lime green, short hair comes down to her chin. Her thighs, calves and ass are neat stacks of muscle on top of more muscle. We keep staring even after has disappeared.

“She looks like she bikes uphill all day long,” Cesar says. We look at each other. “I suddenly feel like getting my pump on.”

“You and me both,” I agree. “Did you learn more about her? ...Or do you have a story for me yet?”

“Not yet, Amigo. But I know when she fills her water bottle. Excuse me...” He times it just right to be sipping from the fountain just as Amy comes out of the locker room with an empty water bottle to fill. He says something, she says something... Christ, he just made her laugh already. I look away to focus on my workout again, trying to feel good for my friend’s success.

I exit the gym after an hour, in my work clothes, feeling the heat of late summer already rising. I look at the cafe across the street and feel the dual needs to get an iced beverage and get more caffeine. An iced coffee would be great right now. Even better would be an iced Thai coffee...or a dozen of them... The added sugar would help keep me going, too. My willpower to not spend money is crumbling fast. I could sip them all day at work with if I picked up at work if I get buy two cheap ingredients...