[CLOSELY SPOTTING]
"Hi there, hottie."
Bachman flinched. He knew that voice from behind. He did not turn around.
Then he felt someone sit behind him at the pull-down machine he was using.
He turned around and saw a hunk grinning at him.
"Please. Not here in the gym," Bachman pleaded.
"What... I saw you struggling with the weights, so I'm helping you like I always do," his gymmate spoke. "You spot me, I spot you."
"I can feel your... Ugh... Last night was a mistake," Bachman grunted.
"It's a sweet drunken mistake wasn't it?"
"I was drunk and you took advantage of me."
"Ahhh no Bachman. You were drunk and you pounced on me," the gymmate clarified the events last night post party, "it just so happened that I liked the same thing dude."
Bachman stood up and walked away. He went to the pull up bars. He was getting feelings he did not want.
His gymmate went in front of him.
"You can't deny you have latent feelings for me dude," the gymmate pushed.
"No. Go away."
His gymmate went closer.
Then he cupped a feel of Bachman's crotch.
Bachman lost it and came in his pants. He was too overwhelmed about discovering his gay desires with his gymmate that he just ejaculated simultaneously.
Bachman fell from the bars and to his gymmate's embrace.
"Don't be scared to explore these new feelings baby, I'll catch you," then the gymmate kissed Bachman.
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