Mr. Lean

It was just the usual day at the gym - muscled guys were pumping iron in one corner while a handful were doing cardio. Several guys were also in the lockers doing their thing. After almost an hour's worth of cardio and my usual ab routine, I decided to call it a day. I resolved that weight training can wait for another day. 

It took me a while to get ready to steam up. I took my time getting undressed. I slowly removed my clothes one after the other. I wrapped myself with a towel and dragged myself to the sauna. Ahh, the sauna, the room full of possibilities. I smiled.

There were several guys inside the room. It felt warm. One guy had obviously been there for quite some time since he was all reddish. The other one barely hid his jewels as he was trying to detox. I knew the other guy from before - we sort of had this thing. And he was there too... I have admired him from afar for the longest time. He was this lean guy whom I have always considered one of the hotties on the floor. He had nice almond eyes and a body every woman (or man) would desire. His face was angelic. He looked like someone I have met in my travels down south. I was happy.

As I basked in the warm air that circulated inside the room, I planned my life for the day. I decided that I would only spend a few minutes in the sauna and head on to the mall and buy myself something. If there was any action that was to happen in the gym today, it had to happen in the next 15 minutes. Otherwise, I'll call it a day. 

Fifteen minutes passed. Nothing. The guys were just throwing glances at one another. I sighed. I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed straight to the showers. Patience was not one of my stronger qualities. 

I was drying myself up when I noticed that Mr. Lean was also getting dressed behind me. He had his towel wrapped around his waist. I noticed suture marks on his lower abs. He must have had something removed, I concluded. His pinkish nips were to die for. His abs were just divine. His shoulders were perfectly sculpted. He was my Greek god. I smiled.

Just as I was about to put on my red underpants, I took one quick look at the god getting dressed behind me. His towel was now crumpled at the waist and I saw his plaid shorts almost covering his behind. I giggled. I felt electricity run from my hands to my feet. My head was throbbing. I could not take  my eyes off him. I felt something move. I felt hard. Damn. 

Mr. Lean, for all his perfection, forgot to bring one thing today. I was all too happy he did. 

Mr. Lean, for all his perfection, picked today to make someone go crazy. I breathed heavily.

Mr. Lean, for all his perfection, did something today. He went commando. I, on the other hand, went berserk.