One day, while taking a water break between sets, my eyes met a handsome guy at the other end of the gym. There was something about him that piqued my interest, something that set him apart from the other dudes. I'd seen him before, but I'd never really paid much attention to him. As I watched him lift weights, I couldn't help but wonder what made him so different.

I should mention that I'm a total gym rat. Some even think I have "too many muscles." I say this because, generally, well-developed muscles aren't a physical trait that really impresses me.

As the days went by, I was surprised to find that my eyes were drawn to him whenever he was in my line of sight. Days and weeks passed. One day, I had to admit that I was attracted to him. Every time I looked at him, his muscles glistened with sweat, and I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be wrapped in his arms.

One night, after a particularly exhausting workout, I decided to take a chance. My heart was pounding as I approached him and struck up a conversation. We chatted about our workout routines, our favorite foods, and everything else under the sun. As we talked, I realized that what made him special was his passion for life and his unwavering determination to achieve his goals. He was at the gym every single day, no exceptions.

As our friendship blossomed, I found myself falling for him. I tried to keep my distance a bit, but he's so friendly, and he never missed an opportunity to say hi. I couldn't help but feel a deep connection with him, something I'd never experienced before.

One day, I decided to invite him to some training outside the gym, something different to take things to the next level. It just so happened that as I approached him, he got a call and started talking to what seemed to be his girlfriend. I decided it was better not to say anything or make a move.

In the following days, and for a couple of weeks, I did my best to avoid him and not be at the gym at the same time. However, in the last few days, I started having hot dreams about him. It's always the same dream.

In my dream, we're alone in a training room, and I'm doing squats until I'm completely exhausted, out of strength.

He comes over to me, and with superhuman strength, he dominates me, undresses me, and fucks me right there, on top of me, penetrating me frantically. I always wake up before finishing, extremely wet, and I have to grab a dildo to masturbate.

Sometimes I think I should just change gyms. He seems like a nice guy, and this is driving me a little crazy lately 😅

What would you do??