Work out

At 10:35 a.m., I received a message from Carl calling in for a workout at The Oxford Club. I picked my gym bag and went. When I arrived there, the glass door to the gym was locked. I messaged back to him and Jim appeared upstairs to let me in.

“‘Sup, man? The guys are downstairs.” He locked the door back.

I found everybody chatting and laughing by the lockers all ready for the workout, but noticed Simon didn't show up.

“Had a good night of sleep, fresh guy?” Jeff asked me.

“Yo, I didn't even remember how I got into my room last night.” I answered and looked at Carl, who winked at me.

We made some small talk going upstairs and fired our bodies on our workouts. About one hour later, everybody was covered in sweat, muscles pumped to the limit so we decided to head back downstairs and shower together. As it was just us – and we were part of The Freaking Fuck Club – we just stripped out of your workout gear no shame at all. Jeff saw my firm ass in my boxer briefs and slapped it while I searched for my towel.

“Is the soreness gone already?” Jeff played. “I heard Carl was not a good guy to you yesterday.”

“Surprisingly, yes. I don’t feel a thing.” I laughed. “He was amazing, though.”

“Just so we clear, I want a turn on that ass too.” He said.