#keith griffith

Chris didn’t exactly enjoy getting his workout in at public box gyms. Well, to be honest he had mixed feelings. On the one hand, it was a tremendous compliment to him being flocked, and asked for selfies and autographs. On the other, it’s impossible to get a damn press in when your shoulder is being tapped every 30 seconds

He had been fending off well meaning fans for the past hour and was finishing up on the bench press. He lowered the tapered back, adjusted his shoulders, and arched, gripping the bar and lifting off.

He heaved the 235, going on 7 reps as his breath began to feel the weight. He had been deliberately avoiding eye contact, but as he checked his elbow position, he caught the stare of a younger man watching from a few machines over.

Chris darted his eyes away, hoping to avoid engagement, as he hit rep 12, the weight still moving steadily in his arms.

Please don’t… Chris groaned internally. Hoping the man had moved on, Chris chanced another glance.

There the stranger was, having not shifted an inch, leaning casually against the incline press. Perking up, the stranger smiled and winked.

The bar stalled

Inches off of Chris’s chest, as for some unexplained reason, the weight magically doubled. Chris’s breath heaved as the barbell began slowly descending.

Why the hell had failure come on like that? Chris thought, face screwed with effort. He had lifted beyond this for reps just 3 days ago.

Suddenly, hands grasped the barbell in the center, and began dragging the weight up. It was all Chris could do to extend his shaking arms forward, pushing with all his might, as the weight finally landed back on the rack with a shuddering thud.

Chris blinked the sweat out of his eyes and looked up against the light, seeing none other than the same stranger.

“Daaaang bro!” The man said, clapping Chris’s capped shoulders. “You really went balls out on that one! I totally thought you had it hahahaha!”

Chris sat up, twisting on the bench.

“Yeah man, I dunno… I really got my ass whooped right there at the end. Thanks for the spot.”

The stranger laughed stepping back from the bench and adjusting his tank.

“No sweat man! Honestly it’s an honor to be able to land an assist on a celebrity, ya feel?” He extended his calloused hand, “names Blake by the way.”

Chris smiled, and sighed inward. He reached out his hand and shook, feeling a firm squeeze from Blake.

“Well Blake it’s my pleasure meeting you brother, and if you want a picture to send home for bragging rights, I think you have well earned it.” He plastered on a smile, the guy had helped him with a needed spot after all.

Blake practically beamed, pumping his fist in the air. “Oh hell yeah man, the boys are never gonna believe it otherwise! Thanks so much Amir!”

Chris cocked his head, smile faltering

“Amir…?”

Blake was busy pulling out his phone from his gym bag, rooting around with a goofy grin as the smell of sweat wafted from inside the bag.

“Yeah! It is Amir right? I honestly mostly know you from your insta handle Amir.lowlights - was actually just checking out your latest post, those insertions are insane!”

Chris felt a subtle headache begin to build as he smirked and shook his head slightly. This guy didn’t even recognize him. Chris wasn’t sure whether or not to be grateful for this breath of fresh air, or to be slightly offended - or even concerned the Blake had apparently not seen a movie in the past 10 years.

Blake produced his phone from his gym bag and opened the lock screen, which was a flexing mirror selfie. Quickly thumbing through and then rotating it to Chris’s view. He shoved it in his face, smiling, “I just can’t believe how massive you’ve gotten your chest man!”

Chris frowned slightly at the image, as the headache that had come on began to grow.

The man on screen had a near pornographic chest, and he obviously knew it. Chris blinked feeling a strange sense of familiarity and confusion as he stared.

Blake yanked the phone away beaming, and raised his eye brows,

“That’s why I was surprised to see you fail on the bench, considering how perfect your chest is!”

Chris shook his head, and forced a smile. This was almost fun,

“Yeah well, ya know the key to a massive chest is lower weight, high reps. Don’t know what got into me there…” he found himself saying.

Which was odd because he enjoyed routinely maxing out. … didn’t he? The more and more Chris thought, the more and more he remembered pushing his chest to the limit with lower weight, sometimes at 20-30 reps. It’s what grew him his show stopping rack after all.

Chris absent mindedly flexed his chest, causing his pecs to bounce heavily and jiggle slightly. For some reason, it felt heavier, and stretched the fabric of his tank to the limit.

Huh. I guess, He had always been proud of his chest, and enjoyed flaunting it when he got the opportunity.

Blake smirked and laughed,

“Man that’s what I’m talking about! Honestly man you’re a real one! Are you sure it’s okay if I snap a pic?”

Chris nodded and beckoned Blake over. Blake slid onto the bench, hyped, and threw up a hang loose sign with a flexed bicep.

“Alright one, two, three, smiles Amir!” He exclaimed,

Chris smiled and flexed his arm, trying to match Blake’s energy and pose. The phone flashed, why the hell was the flash on. A… chris blinked against the light, rubbing his hand over his face, noting more stubble that he had thought was there this morning.

“Thanks so much man,” Blake said, squeezing Chris’s thigh as he heaved himself off the bench.

“Would it be pushing my luck to ask for the leg day routine as well? Blake said, staring intently at Chris’s shorts.

Chris smiled and shook his head,

“ You’ve got me there man. You don’t want my leg day, they’re one of my weaker points, ya know?”

He said popping his chest a few times. He glanced down noticing for the first time Blake’s tight short shorts, stretched lazily around his impressive thigh. He smiled, “your legs already look amazing big guy.”

Blake’s smile intensified, but his gaze didn’t falter.

“Bro, you’re too kind,” he said, thumbing through his phone once more.

“Means a lot coming from the dude who drops thirst traps like this on the regular. Looking like damn tree trunks Amir.”

Blake shoved his phone in …. Chris’s … face again,

Chris… no… Chris’s head throbbed again, as he glanced from the phone down to his legs.

There they were, the monster quads he’d worked so hard for, along with the bubble butt he rested on.

AmiCHRIS, sat up a little straighter, showing off the curve of his lower back leading to his basically painted on shorts. His head throbbed again, but he flashed another smile.

“You got me stud, I can for sure send over the routine, but be warned, it’s brutal.”

Ami- Ch- Chris, looked up into Blake’s eyes and smiled, stopping himself from biting his lower lip. It was nice having fans recognize him. Even better when they were good looking too.

Wait had he always thought that. He could have sworn -

Blake laughed again, and rested his hand on Chr…Amir’s shoulder and squeezed.

“For real Amir,” he said as his hand inched further and further downwards. “I love your account man. What are hitting after this?”

ChrAMIR raised his hand to his head, rubbing his temples as the headache intensified once again. He felt like something was off, or wrong, which was a shame because he was really beginning to enjoy the smell emanating from Blake, and leaning his shoulder into Blake’s strong grip.

“Well man, I’m honestly feeling a little beat, think I’m headed home.” He said, staring up into Blake’s face, taking in the stubble and the handsome smile. God this guy was hot shit, he was so glad he’d stopped by.

Blake put on a fake pout and pulled out his phone again, moving his arm down the side of ChrAmirs arm.

“Really? That’s to bad,” he said, rubbing AmiCHR- Amir’s, bicep, and working his way to the tattood forearm. “after you posted this yesterday, I mean… this is totally embarrassing, but I’ve kinda been horned up all day.”

He slung an arm around Amir’s broad shoulder, sliding his hand under the tank top strap and showing his phone once again.

Another head throb, enough to make his vision blur for a moment, but damn that was smooth.

Amir grinned, leaning into Blake’s arm, his head hurt but damn, it might be nice to fool around with a fan for a bit.

“Well, I guess I could end my session with a little bit of … sauna time? If your into that? You seem like the kinda guy who likes to sweat?”

Amir casually reached down and adjusted his shorts, showing off the prominent bulge in the front.

Blake laughed and clapped Amir on the back, standing up.

“Lead the way big guy, I’m all over that.”

Amir stood as well, noticing how much taller Blake was than he had originally thought. He shoulders his gym bag and started off towards the locker rooms. His head pounded,

Then again a lot of guys were taller than him, it was easy to beat 5’6.

They walked past the cardio room, and Amir saw a flicker of the what was playing inside. One of those new avengers movies. He had never gotten around to watching those, but damn there were some beef cakes in there, he’d have to binge them at some point. That guy who played Thor was fine…

Blake pulled in front of Amir and looked over his shoulder smiling. Amir stared, absolutely stared at Blake’s broad back. The tank did a poor job of hiding his lats

“Alright big guy,” Amir said, as a wave of heat blasted him from the sauna door. Blake held it open as the two sauntered into the amber dim light. Thank god it was empty.

“you know so much about me, but I haven’t seen enough of you yet.”

Amir peeled off his tank top, letting sweat bead up against his chest. He strutted forward towards Blake, backing him up against the sauna bench. Amir popped his pecs up and down and flexed, earning a smile and a laugh from Blake.

Blake cocked his head and sat down - smiling that big, dumb, goofy, sexy grin he had been giving the entire time. He spread his legs wide,

“ I was hoping you’d bring that energy Amir.” His hand ran down his own chest landing on the inside of his thigh. He looked at Amir expectantly.

Amir smirked and lowered his face. His heart pounded as he hit his knees and placed his hands on the bench just outside of Blake’s legs. He brought his nose close to Blake’s package, and took a looooong drag, noting the musk, the quiver in Blake’s leg, and the wet spot starting to form in both of their shorts.

Blake sighed, reached forward, and rubbed his hand through the hair on the back of Amir’s head. Amir leaned into his touch, and found himself nuzzled fully into Blake’s crotch.

Blake’s breathing was slow and steady, but Amir felt a jolt of excitement as he felt Blake’s dick swelling.

“Hey Amir,” Blake said, reaching into his pocket once more, fishing out his phone.

Amir looked up with eyes filled with need. Blake turned his phone towards him, the light ultra bright against the saunas dim stillness.

“you still wearing your outfit from your story this morning bro?”

Amir grinned, a tiny pang running through his head as his own cock began to throb, filling the very same thong from this morning.

He couldn’t help but let out a laugh, that mixed itself into a moan as Blake ran his hand down Amir’s neck.

Blake slipped off his own tank top, beads of sweat mingled with thick chest hair glinting in the sauna light.

His thumbs hooked around Amir’s tight shorts and began tugging them down. Amir leaned into it

Hungry

Desperate

Aching.

The shorts slid over his quads and onto the floor as Blake ran his hands back up Amir’s body, fingers tracing every deep valley.

Amir gasped as Blake’s right hand wrapped around and grasped his chest, while the left, wrested firmly on his waist.

Blake pushed him down and slipped his own shorts off

Amir arched his back and grinned. God did he love fan service.

I just love playing devil’s advocate!