After a few minutes of making out, Colt convinced Jack to take off the black tank top, and Colt began worshipping and massaging Jack’s pecs and abs, which Jack also enjoyed greatly. He loved feeling attractive like this, and with his crush too… but they were in a store, and should probably finish what they came to do. “Colt?” Jack looked down to see his new boyfriend kissing his pecs… Jack didn’t want him to stop, but… “Colt.” Colt began to move down to Jack’s abs, causing Jack to moan in delight. Wait, someone could hear that! “Colt!” Colt sat upright, looking confused for a second before his eyes went wide. “Oh no, what was I… I’m sorry, that was a lot… I guess I don’t really know about my new… sexuality stuff… yet…” Jack have Colt a peck on the lips. “Don’t worry about that, we can explore that later, but right now we need to shop, remember?” Colt nodded, once again feeling a bit entranced by Jack’s muscles. “You’re… you’re right. Clothes first, then we can figure this out. You need to not… be shirtless… tomorrow.”
Jack stood up and put the black tank top back on, smoothing it out against his muscles. “So, why so tight again?” “Colt stood up, standing just behind Jack. “Well, since we’re being completely honest… two reasons. One, you got to be able to show off that body, I mean if you don’t then what’s the point.” Jack nodded in understanding. “Two… it’s really fucking hot. Plus if you stand straight…” Colt pushes on Jack’s upper back, causing him to stand straight and puff out his chest a little. “…and with a pump, you’ll look like the sexiest Greek God anyone has ever seen.”
Jack beamed with delight hearing this. “A Greek God, huh? Well, you said work out four times a week to maintain, so if I’m going to work out five times a week… Let’s just do five like this, yeah?” Colt looked ecstatic as he rushed out to get more - settling on one black, one red, and three grey. Colt then showed Jack the stringer tees, which Colt had to convince Jack to try on. He did so, and frowned, feeling like he was showing way too much skin. Heck, if he raised his arms you could see his nipples! Jack didn’t want to buy any, but Colt made him get one, “Just in case you really want to show off.” They then grabbed five more normal tanks, that were still tight around the top of his chest but fell naturally instead of clinging to his stomach. They picked out some athletic shorts to go with it all as well. Before they left, Colt grabbed a set of free weights for Jack, and a couple plain hoodies. Jack asked “What are the hoodies for?” “They’re pump covers. You work out in them build up a bit of a sweat, and like halfway through your workout you take it off and show off your glorious glazed muscles for the world- mainly me- to see!” Jack laughed at Colt, who watched Jack’s pecs bounce from inside the tight black tank with delight.
After this, they went to another store to pick out some polos and pants that would fit so he could look nice at work and not wear a tearing T-shirt again. They walked out with several polos and button-up shirts, all of which were tight around the chest, which Jack didn’t like, but Colt assured him he looked great in all of them. One of the button-down shirts couldn’t even button at the chest, but Cole made him buy it anyway. “Oh, that’s just a little present for me.” Cole said with a smirk. Colt also convinced Jack to let the pants he buys be tight against his muscles. “Baggy pants, with what you’ve got going on, would just look bad.” Jack unfortunately had to agree.
Eventually they had all the clothes they needed to get Jack through a couple weeks without bursting another seam, and they sat in the car, Jack still wearing that tight black tank top and black athletic shorts he tried on first, and looking over at Colt in the passenger seat, who was rubbing Jack’s large bicep as he flexed it. “So, where to next?”