His thick muscular pecs press against your back, his chin rests on your shoulder while he looks down at his hands kneading your hips and his thumbs gently grinding closer and closer towards your dick. [Fuck I can't take this] you think as your self control wanes [I'm getting hard. Why am I getting hard?...I feel so small... he smells so fucking good. What the fuck is wrong with me?... I'm not gay... I don't want to deal with this right now]. In spite of your mind struggling hopelessly, you're almost completely erect and you're feeling butterflies in your stomach. At the same time, you're terrified that he'll notice.

Mark's thumbs continue grinding down. [Oh god, oh god. His thumbs are so close to my shaft and I'm rock hard] you think as your ass reaches the floor in a deep squat.

"Excellent work" Mark exclaims as he picks you up out of your squat and back upright again. You stand up completely disoriented and at a loss for words. You look at your reflection and quickly pull your shirt over your raging boner praying he didn't notice. "That's it for me today" he says as he gives you two congratulatory pats on the shoulder "need anything else before I head to the shower?". "Nah, I think I'm done" you reply " I'll hit the showers too". [What the fuck am I doing?... I just got here. Why did I say that?].

You both walk into your own shower stall on either side of the bathroom. You can hear him turn the water on and start showering. Meanwhile, you do the same, only you stress out over all the awkwardness and the strange feelings you've been having. Adding to that, the fact that you're taking a shower barely 20 minutes after getting to the gym. "Damn it" you grumble [I didn't even bring soap]. You look out of your stall and can't see a stray bar of soap anywhere. You wrap a towel around your waist and walk over to Mark's stall and knock on it.

"Yeah?" Mark replies, but you freeze for a moment. He shuts off the water. "Yeah?!" He repeats loudly. "Uh.. um... yeah, hey, Mark, Its me... I just wanted to borrow your soap when you're done. I forgot to bring my own" your voice shakes. You hear his lock open, so you start to reach out your hand to grab the soap from him. The door opens... and keeps opening... until its wide open. There stands Mark in all his glory- his muscular body all soapy. You focus on the water droplets trickling down his hairy chest down his slightly less hairy abs and further down onto his hand that is loosely grabbing the base of his giant throbbing hammer of a cock with the bar of soap in between them. "Sorry" he says with an innocent smile "I just got one spot left". He slowly drags the bar of soap in his fist across the entire length of his dick and it has you completely spellbound.

"Here you go" he says with that same smile as he hands you the soap. He places it in your hand and slowly shuts the stall door and continues showering. You head back to your stall in a daze and start to shower. You begin to lather up with Mark's soap, rubbing the side that was touching his cock all over your body and face. [Mark's cock...] you think yourself as your move the soap down towards your stiff member. You look down and giggle at the size difference between you two. You start stroking your soapy dick with your other hand while lathering up your ass and gliding the bar across and around your asshole. You can't help but picture that cock you just saw rubbing all over you instead of that bar of soap. "Mark, what've you done to me?" You whisper to yourself as the warm water is focused on your back and you fixate on the string of precum between your aching dick and your finger. At this point, you're glad the running water is making enough noise to drown out your uncontrolable moans.

Suddenly, you hear a loud and cheerful "you alright in there?!". "Uh.. Yeah!" You reply [crap, how long have I been in here?!]. You quickly rinse off, tightly wrap your waist in a towel and walk out of your stall. You see Mark fully dressed and fixing his collar. "Hey, thanks for the soap, mark" you say while still half fantasizing about him. A brief, slightly awkward, moment hangs there but you both break it with a simultanious "listen...". You tell him to go ahead. "Well I was just going to say that, back there when I was helping you with your squat..." you hear those words and panic fills your head. Your mind races [Oh, god. Did he notice my boner back there?... is it gonna get weird between us... but he showed me his dick in the shower.... did he show it to me or did I just stare?!... god, this is the worst day ever].

Mark can see you spacing out so he puts his hand on the side of your arm and gently squeezes. "You still with me?" He chuckles. "Uh, yeah" you reply "sorry...I just got lost there for a bit. You were saying?". He continues "well, I was just going to say that back there you felt really tense and... well... back in my college days, I used to work part time as a masseur and, if you'd like, I could help you with that tension a bit". "I... uh...well.." you compose yourself "well, you see I'm going through a break up right now and my place is going to be a mess with the packing and moving and...". "Oh, don't worry about that" Mark intertupts "You can come over to my place".

You calm down and your mood picks up "Ok! That sounds great, actually". "So, when can I pencil you in for an appointment?" He says with a smile. "How about tonight?!" you blurt out. [TONIGHT?!. what the hell am I thinking?]. "Tonight's good" Mark agrees "come on over at around 8:30. I'll text you my address, its about a 15 minute drive from here".  After a pat on your back, he picks up his gym bag and leaves for home to get things ready for your visit. You walk over to your locker to get your cloths and realize that for the entire time you were talking with Mark, your raging hard-on had been pushing against the towel that's tightly wrapped around your waist.

You  get dressed then decide to check your phone. You have two texts. One is from Mark with his place's location and the other is from your, now, ex that just says "will pick up things tomorrow instead". You take a deep breath and decide not to overthink things for today and just go back home to get ready for your massage appointment with mark.

Part 3