I always chug some post-lift shakes in the locker room to make sure I get enough cals in to cancel out what I lost in my workout-
Recently, I’ve noticed this cute twink that’ll follow me into the locker room whenever I’m done my workout. Doesn’t matter if he just got to the gym or just came out of the locker room. If he sees me getting ready to wrap up, he’ll find a way to follow me back into the changing room.
He isn’t slick when it comes to watching me. I notice his eyes wander as I pull my tight shirt off, the sweat making it stick to my gut. He looks just a bit too long in my direction as I peel off my shorts, leaving me in just a tight jockstrap, lovehandles bulging over the waistband. It’s my shake uniform. He flat out stares as I chug, eyes eating me up as I gulp down more and more calories and my belly rounds out. By the time the bottle is empty, and I pull the bottle away from my lips, he’s always sporting a major hard-on. When I look in his direction he quickly looks away, embarrassed to be caught, but when that happens I’ll usually let a burp rip just to hear his excited gasp. Once or twice I swear he snapped a pic of me. I think someday soon I might ask him to help me pour the shake in me.
