“Well, I was thinking of hitting the gym. Got to get in my workout to keep a body like this in the shape it's in." Brandon said, raising his two massive arms up and doing a double bicep pump.
"I don't blame you," Adam said a hint of envy in his voice. "I'll call you an uber."
"Thanks!" Brandon said grabbing Adam's gym bag as he walked outside to meet his uber.
When he and Ryan got to the gym, they walked into a concrete and metal entrance that almost looked like a converted warehouse. Everything looked solid and the spaces are big. Brandon noticed a large area devoted for free weights with dumbbells.
After using Adam's membership card to get in, Brandon headed to the locker room where he sat on the cool metal benches and look around. He tried not to stare as numerous people come in and change. Brandon was trying to get an idea of how things work: where to get towels, what doors lead where so he didn’t appear lost. He put his stuff into a locker and headed out to the floor.
As Ryan went to the thread mill, Brandon headed to the weights. He didn’t know how much weight was on the guided bar machine thing, but with muscles so massive he was sure he’d be able to lift it. Sure enough, Brandon was able to lift it with ease. He could feel his muscles burning, but in a good way.
Brandon didn’t stop there and continued to try out new machines, enjoying the burn he felt as he worked the muscle groups and the envious looks from smaller men in the gym -- if only they knew the truth, that would really surprise them.
After working out for several hours, Brandon headed back to the locker room to change and call an uber. As he took off his sweat soaked shirt, he couldn’t help from looking at his reflection in the locker room mirror and notice how his muscles looked even more defined than before thanks to the pump from the workout.
This was when Ryan walked in.