You just started going to this gym and have been seeing me almost everyday. I stand there, curing weight you could never even imagine. He’s so huge, you think. “He must be at least 6’5”, and just jacked. I wish that could be me,” you think to yourself. You look down at your weight and always think about how you could be like me. One day you finally got the nerve and caught up with me while I was walking to the locker room, “hey!” You got my attention, “you really crush it. I wish I could do that.” I chuckle and look right at you, “years of dedication,” I reply back to you with a smile. I softly pat you on the back, “you can get there.” We walked together to the locker room and chatted because you were full of questions. “Wow, he’s even such a nice guy, answering all my stupid questions,” you think to yourself. You sit with me in the locker room and you were too self conscious to even think about changing in front of me but there I was, stripping down until you see it. “My god,” you think to yourself, even that is huge.” You don’t even catch yourself staring, but I noticed and chuckled. You finally tore your eyes away, “what the fuck. I’m not even gay, just fucking amazed, you think.”

From that day you found yourself practically obsessed with me. You tried to spark up conversation whenever you could and this usually lead to the same walk to the locker room and your eyes fixated, taking it all in.

“Hey, let’s go shower and grab a bite real quick,” I say one day, breaking your focus away from my body. “Cmon, let’s go. I don’t have work today.” You sat there worried about what I would think once you pealed your clothes off in front of me and tried to delay it. My eyes showed encouragement to get going and you finally stand and start stripping down. I waited there for you to get undressed so we can hop in the shower together. You knew it was just an open shower area and avoided it like the plague and walked with me, nervous but taking in the size difference, of everything between us. I kept chatting with you throughout the shower but you stood there too nervous to even speak. We finished up and went to eat and you finally shook off the nerves to speak. You asked me everything that came to mind and your obsession started to grow even more.

We finished our meal and you seemed like you didn’t want to finish this. “Hey, listen, I live right around the block, come on over and let’s hang out. I don’t know, chill at my place for a bit.”

We get back to my place and I invite you in and we both make ourselves comfortable in the couch. I was, at least, your nerves suddenly intensified by being alone with me in my apartment, sitting on the couch. You still couldn’t take your eyes off me and found these thought flooding your brain. “What the fuck,” you think. “I’m straight and love women but there’s something about his body that just makes me obsessed.” Suddenly I reach over and rub your back, “you ok, man, you seem tense as fuck.” I look at you concerned.

You finally break your silence, “fuck. Yeah I’m ok. You’re just so cool but I find myself obsessed with how you look. It’s amazing. But it’s weird right?”

“Of course not!,” I reply, “you have goals. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

You nod your head, “but it’s not like that. It feels different.”

I smile. “I see..” I stand up and catch your gaze and start striping down until I’m completely naked.

—————————— I want to pick up where the prompt leaves off. For this you will be shocked by my nudity but find yourself somehow turned on as I slowly start to convince you to do stuff you’ve never done before.

For this I am 6’5” with a very large, muscular build, short brown hair and a short beard. I’m 9in cut, white.

Let me know any adjustments you wanna make and what you look like when you reach out.