"Happy birthday!" Nick walked in the room with his brown box and alcohol. The other guys were already gathered around the TV playing video games. "You started without me?"
"We thought you forgot," Trent said. There was a bit of sass in his voice as he said it.
"Forget? How could I possibly forget Cain's birthday?" Nick tried to keep his mood light and upbeat. Cain was a really passive guy who always pretended that he didn't mind when people upset him. But it was always pretty obvious. "I even got him a birthday present. See?" Nick waved the box in the air. "Did you get him something Trent?"
"I did. We already opened it," Trent pointed over to the table with several gifts on the table. "I even took time to wrap mine."
Nick bit his bottom lip trying not to stir up more drama than he should have. Besides Cain had come up to him. "For me?" he acted innocent as he grabbed the box. "Thank you," he added as he went in for a hug.
"No problem," Nick said. "I know you'll like it."
Cain went and opened the box. "Uhh..? Nick?" he pulled out a bright red sleeveless shirt. Looking inside there were red and black shorts to go with it along with a dirty jock strap.
"Holy fuck!" Trent shouted. "What's that smell!?"
"I think it's the shirt..." Someone else said.
Trent laughed. Hard. "Dude. What the fuck? You actually bought him used gym clothes? What? Just cause you're working out, you think he wants your old sweats?"
"No! That's not what I ordered! Swear!" Nick tried to defend himself. He couldn't believe the mix up. "They must have given me the wrong order. That's all." He paused as he looked down at Cain still holding the wet shirt. "Look, they've got a really lenient return policy. All we have to do is call."
"We can do that later. C'mon Cain. It's your turn again," Trent said. Cain's eyes were still locked on the box. "Cain?"
"Sorry. I just need to go to the bathroom. Nick can take my turn," Cain said. Then he rushed off.
"Great job asshole," Trent punched Nick in the shoulder.
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Cain hoped that no one noticed that he took the box into the bathroom with him. The moment he opened the box, the smell hit him. And he loved it. He quickly brought the used shirt up to his nose and gave it another long sniff. It brought him back to the gym. He loved that distinct musky sweaty smell. Each guy seemed to be a little bit different. But the musk just turned him on.
Part of him always wished that he could be like that. To feel that power. To be the bigger man. He looked over the clothes again. They were huge. Far larger than anything he'd ever been able to wear. Yet he was compelled to put them on. He wanted to feel what it would be like to be like those guys. Even if it were just for a second.
Cain pulled off his shirt and dropped his shorts and underwear to the floor. He quickly pulled up the dirty jock strap and shorts over his legs. If he let go, they would fall down again. He splayed his legs out as he pulled the sleeveless shirt over his head. The XL was far too large for him. And with the thin straps, it just kept falling over his shoulders. However, a surge of energy flowed through him. He smiled as he looked at his frail body in the work out clothes.
He pushed his arms out in front of himself flexing like he'd seen in the magazines. A bigger smile filled his body. Even seeing those tiny arms, he loved the feeling rushing through him. Another pose. And another. He felt even more comfortable wearing them. It just seemed right.
"Hey Cain?" Nick called from the other side of the bathroom. "You doing alright?"
"Uhhh... Yeah!" Cain answered. He remembered where he was. "I'll just be a minute."
"Alright," Nick said. "I just wanted to say sorry about those clothes. It was supposed to be something else. We're going to try ordering something again."
"Sounds good," Cain said. "I'll be out in a second to help."
"Alright."
Cain let out a sigh of relief. He couldn't let the other guys know what he was doing. That would just be too awkward. But at the same time he didn't want to take the clothes off. They just felt right. Even now as he stared in the mirror, it was almost like they fit him just a little bit better. Like his arms weren't so thin. Or that his hips actually filled the shorts. He ignored it.
However, that didn't mean he removed them either. Instead he just threw his shirt over top his head and stuffed the shorts he was wearing into his pants. There was no way he could wear the massive shoes, but he could always come back for those tomorrow.