And one more. Summoning up my last bit of energy, I put everything into one last rep on the machine before deflating and taking several deep, heaving breaths. Now, I can't shake the feeling that I'm pushing myself too hard, that I should take it easier, but it's not like these are normal circumstances I find myself in. It's been a couple days since my erstwhile girlfriend of a few months broke up with me in the most abrupt fashion I could've imagined—namely letting me get to home plate, then packing up and leaving after doing the deed because I "suck at fucking and have a tiny dick". Which, first of all, harsh; and secondly, that's not good for the old self-esteem. So in the end, I came to the conclusion that I was going to hit the gym hard to build that back up. If I can't be big enough one way, I can at least be big enough another way. There's a part of me that recognizes this might not be the most sensible decision, and yet, here I am.
The intensity I am showing here has not gone unnoticed by the regulars, either. In particular, I've gotten the attention of this big, burly fuckin' guy that looks like he could just rip someone's head off with ease. I'm not sure what exactly he sees in me, but I can tell he's noticing. So perhaps it shouldn't come as a surprise that he comes over as I sit there, huffing and puffing from exertion. "Hey, you OK? You looked like you were pushing real hard there, and I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself," he says, his voice way softer than I would've expected from a musclehead like him.
In fact, it's so gentle that I find myself caught off guard for a moment. "Um, uh... sorry," I mutter, downright sheepishly. "I'm just not in the right headspace, I guess. My girlfriend broke up with me recently, and I'm just kinda putting it all into this place here," I add.
"Hm, why'd she break up with you? You seem like a nice guy," he asks me, and I have to suppress a chuckle. He barely even knows me, how could he possibly make that judgement? But maybe that's just the way he is, that he just assumes I'm a nice guy until proven otherwise, which is kind of endearing in a dumb way.
With a sigh, I give him an answer. "Well, she didn't like my, uh, size."
The look on his face seems clueless, like he just doesn't get it. "I don't think you're going to get taller by training here. I mean, you can do stretching, but I don't think it works like that... I think," he says, and he sounds like he genuinely isn't sure whether stretching can't actually make you taller.
For a moment, I think how to put this more blatantly, yet still not totally explicit. "No, like... I was too small for her... down there," I explain, vaguely gesturing at my lower half.
Oh jeez, the way his eyes narrow ever so slightly. I can practically hear the cogs in his head creaking. "So... your feet?" he asks in return.
Wow. He really is that dumb. And I thought I'd be annoyed, but no, there's just something about the earnestness he's displaying that makes it impossible for me to get really frustrated with him, so I just let out another defeated sigh and motion for him to get a bit closer before whispering, "She said I had a tiny dick."
A bright blush spreads across his face, and it's such a strange sight to see this walking mass of muscles embarrassed. "Oh! I'm sorry..." he trails off, and again, I'm surprised at how genuine he sounds, to the point that I even feel a little bad.
"It's fine, don't worry about it. But yeah, I'm here to get bigger. Even if I can't get bigger in, y'know, that way, at least I can get bigger muscles, and that's at least going to make me feel better, I think," I tell him.
Once more, his expression changes, this time showing a sudden eagerness, like he just had the idea of the century. "Wait, I know a way you can get bigger that way!"
At that point, things moved quickly. I got swept up in how confident he was being, and before I knew it, the two of us were walking through the nearby forest, with the gym being on the outskirts of town. We got through a fair amount of small talk, including the introductions, where I learned that his name is Drew, amongst other more mundane things. Also, there was a moment where he stopped me dead in my tracks and shushed me to point out a deer. When he told me how pretty it was, man, I never thought I'd think a big burly dude could be adorable, but he pulled it off. Eventually, we reach a small clearing, a clear blue sky and bright sun above us, not a cloud to be seen. It's downright serene.
And then he breaks that serenity with four words. "Alright, now get naked!" he blurts out, and I'm shocked into silence as he begins stripping like it's nothing.
Already, he's down to his underwear before I can even muster a response. "W-What do you mean, get naked? What d-does that have to do w-with anything?" I mutter, completely bewildered.
"You haven't heard? Like, what do you get from the sun? Vitamin D. And what's that stand for? Dicks. I've been doing naked sunbathing here for a long time now, and look at me!" he says, pulling off his briefs as well, and good lord. That, uh, that's a big one. I suppose I can't really argue with him on this front, he's been doing this procedure and he does indeed have a massive dick. Now, sure, I could talk about correlation and causation here, but I think his brain'd explode if I used those words. As far as he's concerned, nude sunbathing works wonders to grow your dick, so obviously he'd suggest I get in on this. And, I mean... would that be so bad? He's way too stupid to have ulterior motives here, I can only assume he's completely genuine. There's nobody around, we're totally alone here in this forest clearing. It's a beautiful day. So fuck it, I'm doing this.
Slowly, I pull off all my clothes, getting just as naked as he is, and the two of us lay down in the grass.