Getting to the Pool Early Chapter 8
After watching Kelly and Jennie walk naked over to the treadmills, I absentmindedly stroked my stiffening cock...quickly stopping as I remembered where I was. Glancing over to the guys in the free weight area, I didn't need to worry about getting caught, because none of them were looking at me.
The tenting in a couple of the guys' shorts was evidence that they were locked onto the erotic opportunity they were getting to experience because of my deal with Marcy and the gym. I actually gave a quick thought to going back to stroking myself in front of everyone there, just to celebrate the moment, but thought better of it...so I just scratched my balls and adjusted myself, as guys often do.
Walking over to the free weights, Marcy and I made eye contact. She smiled mischievously. Her glance at my crotch made it obvious that she was aware of my brief stroking and self-adjustment. I could tell she was watching the guys and the effect Kelly and Jennie were having on all of the swinging dicks in the gym.
The free weights and the weight machine areas were separated by a wall, but both were open toward the front door, but screened from each other, for some reason. As I stopped at the bench press in the free weight area, I evidently broke the concentration of the three guys there, but not before two of them turned away from staring at the women and discretely adjusted their own packages.
The reaction to my male nudity in a testosterone hot bed of weight training was a mixed bag. Two guys acknowledged my presence as if nothing was missing. The third guy gave me an approving head to toe inspection. I recognized them from my naked gym exit the day before, and none of them acted like I wasn't welcome. I couldn't see how the guys on the weight machines reacted.
I asked the guy closest to the equipment if he was finished, as gym etiquette required, before I laid my towel down on the bench. As I began counting and adjusting the weights on the bar, the guy who had given me the inspection sided up to me, introduced himself as Ben, and asked why I was naked. I explained to him that the early morning until 8:00 AM time had been designated clothing optional by the gym. He admitted that sounded cool and he'd have to consider doing it, too.
As I took stock of Ben, I could tell by the split-side running shorts and muscle shirt that he was well built. Broad shoulders, nice chest, narrow waist, and a flat stomach. Short blonde hair. Well-proportioned arms and legs. He also had a decent bulge in his shorts, I assumed from the nude female parade he had just finished watching. I really hoped he would follow thru with joining me in the nude workout mornings...for the girls to have some eye candy, if nothing else.
I sat on the bench and prepared to begin my workout. My semierect cock flopped onto my stomach as I laid back and reached for the bar. That caught the attention of a couple of the guys, including Ben.
As I circuit trained and moved from station to station, I was aware of people checking me out, but nothing that I wasn't craving. My exhibitionist tendencies were on over-drive. Needless to say, my erection never was able to go down in the 30-minutes, or so, that I was exercising. I focused on arm and chest sets, so as I started my last sets, I was pretty pumped up. My arms and chest, while not huge, look pretty good. The coating of sweat over my entire tanned body didn't hurt how I looked, either. As I returned for my last bench press set, Ben came over to me.
"Looking pretty good, Andy. Need a spotter," Ben asked?
"That would be great," I replied. "I haven't lifted in a while. Mostly swimming. I need to get back in the habit."
