Luke

It’s late at night on a sweltering summer evening at you’re at the gym. You see Luke, your gym crush working out near by. You haven’t talked much- he’s sort of terrifying, actually- but you can’t help but try to workout near him. For one thing, he’s gorgeous, looming over everyone else with bulging muscles on display as he lifts. For another he always smells like sweat. It’s a masculine stink you can’t help but follow. Some days you can tell he’s there working out just from the smell of his pits wafting across the gym when you arrive. For weeks you’ve been looking for a way to strike up a conversation, and tonight you finally work up the courage. You finally work up the courage to sit take the bench next to your gym crush, Luke. You get set up, checking him out through the corner of your eye. Sweat drips down his heavy brow, staining the neck of his tank top. When he stands to do his set you can see a sheen of sweat making a perfect ass print on his bench. What you wouldn’t give to lick that clean… He ignores you completely for a few minutes until looking right at you. What faggot. What do you want?