The next day, Neil and Max went to 20 Fitness together. It was Neil's fifth day at the gym, and Max's second. Both had a fantastic workout, each lifting more weight than he had the day before, the movements feeling smoother and more natural.
As Neil lay on the bench press, with Max prepared to spot him as needed, Bradley walked over to observe, having just finished training one of his clients. The trainer's gym-logo polo shirt was so tight it looked ready to burst off of his jacked torso and his black shorts hugged his powerful thighs and bulging glutes. "Looking good, Neil. Your form has really improved since you started here! You're a natural!" Neil blushed at the compliments but finished his set, reracking the bar and sitting up.
"Thanks, Brad. I've definitely found it's getting easier," Neil replied, before standing up and helping Max remove a pair of plates from the bar, so that his stocky friend could take a turn. As Max lay on the bench, Neil stood behind him to spot. Max's form wasn't quite as good as Neil's, and Bradley and Neil offered minor corrections as the novice lifter performed the exercise. By the end of his set Max was panting and sweat was dripping off of him, but there was a grin on his face and he felt a sense of accomplishment.
"Looking good, champs!" Bradley offered, "You guys probably don't need it, but there's going to be a promotion coming up for half-price personal training. Just in case you want to be put through your paces by yours truly." He flashed a mischievous grin at them and then turned and walked away. Neil couldn't help but stare at Bradley's broad back and magnificent ass as the man strutted across the gym. Were the trainer's shorts always that tight?
For perhaps the first time, a queer thought entered Neil's head: what would sex with Bradley be like? He still intended to ask Sandra out, of course. But he couldn't help but wonder... He imagined holding on to Bradley's broad back and sliding his dick between those mighty glutes. The warm flush of arousal washed through him as he watched Bradley move around the gym, his mind's eye undressing the big man while he fantasized about groping and fucking that big, built body.
Max cleared his throat. "I think I'm ready for my next set, Neil. Maybe with a bit more weight this time?"
Neil snapped out of his pornographic reverie, his face red with embarrassment as he looked down and saw that Max was under the bar and no doubt could see the tent in Neil's gym shorts. "Uh, yeah. Let me grab some of the smaller plates," Neil added quickly, adjusting himself in his shorts as he turned to make his boner less obvious. He slid the plates on and spotted Max through two more sets.
By the end of their workout, Neil and Max were exhausted yet ebullient at the same time, their muscles feeling full and pumped, the satisfaction of a good gym session filling them. As they hit the locker room, Neil couldn't help but admire his reflection. He had never imagined that he would look this good! They both stripped down to shower. Max's body was still plump, but noticeably less so than before. And it was clear that there was solid muscle underneath the flab. Neil was already quite lean, his muscles clearly defined under the skin. They were definitely bigger and more developed, giving him the look of a muscular model or elite athlete. He had to stop looking at his reflection when he realized he was starting to become aroused.
"I feel amazing," Max sighed after they finished their showers and were drying off and getting dressed. "I used to hate gym class as a kid. I never realized that going to an actual gym would be so different!"
"I know what you mean," Neil agreed, "I never thought I would turn into a gym rat... but here I am. And I never thought I would look like this!" He grinned as he raised his arms and flexed, his biceps mounding up like baseballs under his skin. He laughed and brought his arms down again and the two of them finished dressing. Neil's clothes were tighter than he remembered, while Max's were noticeably looser.
On their way out of the locker room, they passed a pair of men kissing. The two of them were quite fit and were gently caressing each other as they made out. Max was taken aback by the sight, being uncomfortable with public displays of affection in general. Neil's feelings were more mixed. Although he still wanted to ask Sandra out, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to make out with another man instead... especially a big, strong, muscled one... like Bradley, for example. He pushed the musing out of his head as they reached the parking lot.
"Same time tomorrow?" Max asked, sounding hopeful.
"Same time tomorrow," Neil confirmed.