Ben was checking himself out in the bathroom mirrors.
A newbie to the whole gym scene, Ben had been religiously going for about three months. The catalyst had begun after an anonymous user had commented on one of the videos that Ben and Gwen had made. It had been a shot at Ben's thighs, saying that they were about as thick as his pencil dick. Ben hadn't been too sure if that was a solid insult or not, but it had motivated him to start going.
Since then, Ben was beginning to appreciate the definition that was appearing on his body. He liked to see the muscles appearing on his body. He had always been thin and had thought about going to the gym but now that he was, he had wished he had started years ago.
"Yo, dweeb." A voice interrupting his self-admiring time. "You ready to go?"
Ben looked up to see his sister, Gwen, standing impatiently. It had been her that had recommended this particular gym. She was a big user of the bikes and bit more of the lower body exercises in general, but Ben had enjoyed himself here.
Ben nodded, collecting his things. A shower on his mind. He had been working up quite the sweat and was looking forward to feeling clean again.
They met up and had only walked a few feet when Gwen stopped.
"Oh, wait." Gwen said, stopping. Ben almost barreled into her. His cry of outrage stopped as he saw his sister try and get his attention.
"Look," she said pointing. "The smoothie shack is open. Want to try it?"
The gym had been advertising their new smoothie shack for months, a little after Ben had started. It stood as a stand in the corner, a little green sign displaying a dancing smoothie with some fruit with sunglasses also dancing around. Ben thought it was cute.
"I've been meaning to go." Ben mused as Gwen led the way.
Lucky for them there was no line. The man at the counter gave a brief nod as they approached. He was dressed in the usual gym uniform. Ben peered over the little glass wall, looking at all the fruits, vegetables, and supplements. The sign above proclaiming the different flavors.
"Hey there," Ben greeted. "Can I get a Recover-Berry?"
"You sure?" The guy said. "It's a little...potent."
"Yeah, Ben," Gwen interjected. "You're not strong enough for that smoothie. Get something more in your weight class."
Only a sister could find a way to insult you using a smoothie, Ben thought to himself.
"Just give me the damn smoothie." Ben told the man.
The man shrugged his shoulders and began picking up fruits, vegetables, powders of vitamins and minerals, and milk. He pressed one of the buttons and the blades began spinning.
"Can I get you anything else?"
"Yeah,". Gwen said. "I'll take the Pineapple Potion."
The man only nodded while fulfilling her order.
"What, my drink is the only one that comes with a warning?"
The man only shrugged as he continued his job.
Eventually they got both their drinks. Ben was pleasantly surprised with how good it was. Almost worth the hassle. Now with their drinks they headed over to the Gwen's car.
"Oh my god, Ben!" Gwen squealed. "You're huge."
Ben had only then just finished getting himself settled into the car when he heard his sister's exclamation. Confused, he looked at his chest and arms, unsure why she would mention size until he saw what she had spied. Ben watched as one of the most furious erections he had every sported strained against the fabric of his gym short.
"Jesus!" Ben yelled. There was something unnatural how hard his cock was.
Gwen only laughed at his obvious discomfort, clearly enjoying her brother's suffering.
This wasn't the first time he had gotten hard after working out. But this time was very different. Most of the time, he would be hitting the weights or doing an exercise and the blood pumping would sometimes go to his dick and inflate it for a little. This boner was much more purposeful. He glanced over accusingly at the drink now in the cup holder.
"The Recover-Berry." Ben said, his tone horrified. "It did this to me."
"Yeah, I'm sure that one of the ingredients in the smoothie was the little blue pill." His sister responded sarcastically.
"I'm serious here." Ben pleaded. "It gave this outrageous boner."
"Well, maybe, and here me out here, stop drinking it."
Ben jerked away from the drink, unaware that he had still be slurping it down. "It's really good." He lamely responded before setting it aside.
"It'll probably go away after a cold shower. It's there a technique to curb a boner anyhow."
"Yeah, I've been trying that for some time now."
The technique in question was a true boner-killer that had saved Ben more than a few times in high school. The technique was to flex a muscle, usually the leg or arm. After one minute the boner should be gone as the blood would be transferred to the flexing muscle.
In this case it was useless. Ben had been flexing his leg the entire car ride and so far, the erection remained stubbornly strong.
He resigned to his fate of waiting until a cold shower could shock the hard-on away.
As soon as his sister had hit the driveway, he was off. He rocketed out of the car, and ran up the stairs, he stripped himself out and hurled into the shower. He turned the knobs and heard the familiar hiss of the water starting to pour. Ben said a quick prayer to a god he didn't quite believe in and got in the shower.
The cold water hitting his skin was refreshing. Aside from the massive erection, he could feel the sweat and dirt running off his skin. He applied shampoo and then soaped himself up. His sister had taught him that shampoo should sit in your hair for at least two minutes before showing it off. As he washed himself off, he dolloped out some conditioner. Shampoo then condition, that's what his sister had taught him as well. Again, like the shampoo it was apply and wait two minutes then wash it out.
Having finished, he wasted about two more minutes just letting the water run off his skin. He turned the knobs, ending the shower stream. Grabbing his towel, he toweled off. He dried his hair and the rest of his body. Having brought no clothes in his haste for the shower. Wrapping it around his midsection, he fashioned himself almost a skirt out of the towel.
Walking down the steps he found Gwen seated at the kitchen table, she was buried in her phone. She had been freshly showered herself, her athleisure clothes on. A pair of white yoga pants and a blue cat shirt.
"Yo, dweeb." Gwen greeted. "I'm ordering from that one taco place. You want in on this action."
"Yeah, yeah," Ben said, distracted. "That sounds good. So, you know how that shower was supposed to take care of the problem from earlier? Well, let's just say it did nothing!"
As he screamed out the last word, he ripped off the towel revealing the furious erection from earlier had not gone away, nor had it depleted in size. No, the raging boner had remained as hard as steel and was one of the biggest his dick had ever been.
"Impressive." Gwen commented, barely looking up from her phone. "Chicken, steak, pork?"
"Come on, Gwen." Ben pleaded. "Help me out here."
Gwen looked up from her phone for the first time. Ben almost immediately regretted what he had said when he saw that she was smiling. He knew why she was smiling.
"Beg."
It wasn't a question, comment, or even sentence. It was a command.
"Please, Gwen. Help me."
She got out of the chair, a devious smile on her face as she passed him, Ben felt her hand brush against his junk as she did so.
"Come on, let's get the cameras."
