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"Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear. I awake with a start, the last of my nightmare slipping away. I'm still sitting in the recliner in the living room. I must have fallen asleep without realizing it. The apartment is dark and quiet, except for the sound of the clocks and the refrigerator. I blink a couple of times to get the sleep out of my eyes. My eyes eventually focus on the clock on the VCR. It's a little after one. I've been asleep for almost five hours. Well, great. So much for a full night's sleep. I'll never get back to sleep now. Might as well do my homework. I reach over to the table next to the chair and turn on the lamp. The sudden bright light causes me to squint to lessen the impact. After a few minutes, my eyes adjust, again, and I get up. I walk into the kitchen to notice the microwave oven blinking ‘END'. Oh yeah, my dinner. Well, it's no good now. I open the microwave and grab the now cold dish and toss it in the trash. My stomach growls to remind me that I've not eaten anything since lunch. I grab another frozen dinner from the freezer and pop it into the microwave. I grab the milk and a glass and pour a tall one and put it on the table. I put the milk back and grab my backpack and take out my macroeconomics book. The microwave signals the end of it's cooking cycle and I take out my now midnight snack. I spend the next few hours working on homework. Between reading and exercises I get a pretty good grasp on the subject material. I glance up the clock as I finish the last of the assigned exercises to discover it's now a little after five. I've only got one class today and then it's off to work. I guess I'll head over to the gym and get my workout done this morning since after work I've got to come back to school to meet with the study group I'm in for one of my classes. I leave my books on the table and head into the bedroom to get changed for my workout. Fifteen minutes later I arrive at the gym. It's one of those 24 hour fitness places. It's a pretty good setup and not too expensive. "Hey Kevyn," Joe behind the desk greets me as I come in. "Hey Joe." "You're here early today." "Yeah, I couldn't sleep, so I figured I'd come and get a work out." "Sounds good. Not too busy yet this morning." "Great. Well have a good day Joe." "You too Kevyn." I head downstairs to the locker room facilities. There are a couple of guys in the lock room. Early morning regulars that I've seen over the last few months that I've been coming here. I grab my usual locker, near the back, and put my clothes for later in it. I grab my walkman out of my bag and put that in the locker as well before I close and lock it. I check my sneakers to make sure they're tight and head out to the exercise area. The gym looks like a large hockey rink. On the outside at least. It's the typical large metal building, metal room. The entrance is in the middle and you walk up a set of stairs to get to the membership and check in areas and then down stairs on the other side to actually get into the club. The mens locker room is under the membership area and the women's locker room is off to the left somewhere. The left side of the building has a basketball court, racquet ball courts and an aerobic area. The right side of the building has an indoor lap pool, whirlpool and the cardio and weight machines. You walk through the nautilus machines before you come to the free weights and the treadmills and exercise bikes. The tvs on the far wall have the news on, muted of course, but you can tune into them on your walkman, if you get the right frequency. I grab a treadmill and get started on my walk. I spend the next forty minutes walking at a pretty good clip, listening to the morning news and watching the guys working out. There are some cute ones and other not so cute ones. Nothing great on the news. Lately it seems to be all depressing. But what else would they do if the news was always good? I'm just finishing up the treadmill when he comes in. The guy from the Karate class the other day. He's got on a tank top and a pair of running shorts. He looks pretty damn good. He's got some nice muscle definition and a good looking body. I don't think he notices me as I walk over to the bubbler and get some water. I look at the clock on the wall and discover it's not quite six. Ok, I've got two hours till my class. I've got time for the free weights, and it's the day for my upper body work. "Hey Kevyn," he says to me as I head back to the weights. "Hello," I respond. I can't remember his name, which sucks, cause he's very cute. Just maybe we'll shower together later. "I just signed up here the other day. Glad to see a familiar face." "Congratulations. I've been coming here for a few months. You look like you've been working out for a while." He blushes a little. "Thanks. Yeah, I've been working out at home for the last few years. Since I got serious about baseball. You finished for today?" "No, I just did my cardio and I'm going to do some free weights." "That's cool. Do you want a work out partner?" If I didn't know any better, I'd say this kid was attempting to get to know me better. But what are the chances he's gay? "Yeah, sure, that'll be good. I'm sorry, but this is embarrassing. I've forgotten your name." "Don't be embarrassed. It's not that common a name. I'm Bastian." "That's right. Sorry about that." We head over to the free weights. "No problem. Do you always come here this early?" "No, not usually. I'm usually still sleeping. I try to come in the afternoon." "Oh, that's too bad. I'm in class every afternoon. So much for the workout buddy idea." "Yeah, that is too bad." He sits down on a machine and we spend the next hour working out our upper bodies. The gym starts getting busy while we're there so we don't have a lot of time for chatting between weight sets. Bastian has definitely been doing this longer than I have. He uses more weight then I do and does more reps. And it definitely shows on him. Hopefully someday I'll look as good as him. I grab my towel and wipe down the last piece of equipment I finish with for today. I wipe the sweat off my face and we head over to the water fountain. "I don't know about you, but I'm done for the day," I say as I finish getting my drink. Bastian wipes his forehead again. "Yeah, me too." We both head back to the locker room. "Say, you want to go for breakfast or something?" I look up at the clock. "I'd love to, but I've got class in less than an hour and I'll just have time to shower and get ready and get my books at home." His shoulders drop a little. "Oh, ok." We enter the locker room and head toward the back. I get to my locker and Bastian stands near me. He picked a locker right next to mine. I quickly open my locker and pull out my bag. I guess this is the moment of truth. Will I get to see this stud naked or will he just grab his stuff and go? If he is gay, I've probably scared him off or at least got him thinking I'm straight by not going for coffee or breakfast with him. I start to take off my workout clothes as he gets into his locker. "Is it this busy in the afternoon too?" He asks pulling his shirt off. The muscles in his back ripple with his movement. He's got a smooth back. He turns around and shows of an equally nice front side. A nice set of pecs with good sized dark nipples. Like his back, his front is smooth with the exception of a small line of hair going from his navel into his shorts. "Kevyn?" My head snaps up, pulling me out of my stare. "Oh, sorry, I was lost in though. Yes and no. It really depends on the time of year. It seems to come and go with the seasons." "Oh." He sits down on the bench and takes off his shoes and socks. He stands up and in one motion takes off his shorts and jock. Standing before me is one of the most perfect specimen of the male form I have ever seen. Not that I've seen a lot mind you, but of the ones I have seen his is perfect. The small line of hair starting at his navel ends in a large pubic bush of dark hairs surrounding a large soft cock and a couple of egg sized balls. He bends over and grabs his shorts off the floor giving me a view of his ass. Two round globes of flawless flesh with a little hair running down the crack. He grabs his towel and shower kit from his locker and shuts and locks it. "You coming?" He asks looking at me. If I'm not careful, I'll be coming any second now. "Yeah, let me just get my stuff. I'll catch up to you." "Ok." He turns and heads across the room to the showers. I watch him walk away and will my straining cock to go down before I head to the showers. |