The gym was quiet for a Friday night, the usual crowd thinned out to just a few dedicated regulars. I liked it this way—less noise, less distraction. And then there was him. My gym buddy, Jake. We’d been working out together for months now, and it had become our little routine: weights, cardio, and then stretching. He was cute—no, scratch that, he was hot. Tall, with that kind of muscular build that wasn’t over-the-top but just enough to make you notice. And his smile? It was the kind that made you feel like you were the only person in the room.Tonight, we were on the mats, finishing up our cooldown stretches. I was kneeling beside him, helping him stretch his hamstrings. He was lying on his back, one leg extended toward the ceiling as I gently pressed it toward his chest. His breathing was steady, his eyes closed, and for a moment, I let myself admire him. The way his shirt clung to his chest, the faint sheen of sweat on his skin. It was innocent enough—just two friends helping each other out. Or so I told myself.“Alright, switch legs,” I said, trying to keep my voice casual. He rolled over onto his back again, and I reached for his other leg. But as I leaned in, something caught my eye. Something I definitely wasn’t expecting.There it was. A bulge in his gym shorts, unmistakable and impossible to ignore. He was hard. Really hard. My breath hitched, and I froze for a second, my hand still hovering over his leg. My brain short-circuited. Was this… normal? Did he even realize? I glanced up at his face, but he was just lying there, eyes closed, a small smile playing on his lips like nothing was out of the ordinary.I forced myself to keep going, pressing his leg toward his chest again. But my mind was racing. Why is this turning me on so much? I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, a warmth spreading through my body that had nothing to do with the workout. Every time my hands brushed against his skin, it sent a jolt through me. I tried to focus on the stretch, on the rhythm of his breathing, but all I could think about was how close I was to him. How easy it would be to let my hand drift just a little lower…“You good?” he asked suddenly, his voice breaking through my thoughts. I looked up and found him watching me, his eyes dark and unreadable.“Yeah, fine,” I said quickly, forcing a laugh. “Just… making sure you’re not too tight.”He chuckled softly, and the sound sent a shiver down my spine. “You’re doing great,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “Don’t stop.”I swallowed hard and nodded, trying to ignore the way my heart was pounding in my chest. I moved to his other leg, but this time, I couldn’t help it—my knee brushed against him as I shifted position. Just barely, just enough to feel the hardness beneath the fabric of his shorts. My breath caught again, and I glanced at him to see if he’d noticed. But he didn’t react, didn’t say a word. Just kept smiling that same easy smile.The rest of the stretch felt like an eternity. Every touch, every movement seemed to amplify the tension between us. By the time we were done, I was practically trembling. I stood up quickly, brushing off my leggings like I could brush off the heat coursing through me.“Thanks for the help,” Jake said as he got to his feet. He stretched his arms above his head, and I couldn’t help but notice the way his shirt rode up, revealing a sliver of toned abs. “Same time tomorrow?”“Yeah, sure,” I managed to say, my voice sounding far too high-pitched to my own ears. He gave me one last smile before heading toward the locker room, and I watched him go, my mind still reeling.As soon as he was out of sight, I grabbed my water bottle and took a long drink, trying to cool down. But it was no use. My body was on fire, every nerve ending buzzing with anticipation. I couldn’t stop thinking about him—about the way he’d looked at me, the way he’d felt beneath my hands. And that smile… God, that smile.I headed home in a daze, my thoughts consumed by what had just happened. As soon as I walked through the door, I dropped my gym bag and leaned against the wall, closing my eyes. My heart was still racing, my skin tingling with the memory of his touch. I knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help it—I let my hand drift downward, imagining what it would have been like if I’d done more than just stretch him.The next day at the gym, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Would it happen again? Would he be hard like that when I stretched him? The thought made my stomach flip, a mix of excitement and nervousness swirling inside me. When we finally got to the mats, I tried to act normal, but my hands were shaking as I reached for his leg.And then it happened again. As I leaned in to press his leg toward his chest, I saw it—the same bulge in his shorts, the same hardness that had driven me wild the night before. This time, I didn’t freeze. This time, I let my knee brush against him deliberately, testing the waters. He didn’t pull away. Didn’t say a word. Just looked at me with those dark eyes, that same smile playing on his lips.“You’re really good at this,” he said softly, his voice sending a shiver down my spine.I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. “Thanks,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.He reached out then, his hand brushing against mine as he adjusted his position. The touch was electric, sending a jolt of heat through me. I looked up at him, our eyes locking for a moment that felt like forever. And then he smiled again, that same easy smile that made my knees weak.“Don’t stop,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.I didn’t.

The gym was quiet for a Friday night, the usual crowd thinned out to just a few dedicated regulars. I liked it this way—less noise, less distraction. And then there was him. My gym buddy, Jake. We’d been working out together for months now, and it had become our little routine: weights, cardio, and then stretching. He was cute—no, scratch that, he was *hot*. Tall, with that kind of muscular build that wasn’t over-the-top but just enough to make you notice. And his smile? It was the kind that made you feel like you were the only person in the room.

Tonight, we were on the mats, finishing up our cooldown stretches. I was kneeling beside him, helping him stretch his hamstrings. He was lying on his back, one leg extended toward the ceiling as I gently pressed it toward his chest. His breathing was steady, his eyes closed, and for a moment, I let myself admire him. The way his shirt clung to his chest, the faint sheen of sweat on his skin. It was innocent enough—just two friends helping each other out. Or so I told myself.

“Alright, switch legs,” I said, trying to keep my voice casual. He rolled over onto his back again, and I reached for his other leg. But as I leaned in, something caught my eye. Something I *definitely* wasn’t expecting.

There it was. A bulge in his gym shorts, unmistakable and impossible to ignore. He was hard. *Really* hard. My breath hitched, and I froze for a second, my hand still hovering over his leg. My brain short-circuited. Was this… normal? Did he even realize? I glanced up at his face, but he was just lying there, eyes closed, a small smile playing on his lips like nothing was out of the ordinary.

I forced myself to keep going, pressing his leg toward his chest again. But my mind was racing. *Why is this turning me on so much?* I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, a warmth spreading through my body that had nothing to do with the workout. Every time my hands brushed against his skin, it sent a jolt through me. I tried to focus on the stretch, on the rhythm of his breathing, but all I could think about was how close I was to him. How easy it would be to let my hand drift just a little lower…

“You good?” he asked suddenly, his voice breaking through my thoughts. I looked up and found him watching me, his eyes dark and unreadable.

“Yeah, fine,” I said quickly, forcing a laugh. “Just… making sure you’re not too tight.”

He chuckled softly, and the sound sent a shiver down my spine. “You’re doing great,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “Don’t stop.”

I swallowed hard and nodded, trying to ignore the way my heart was pounding in my chest. I moved to his other leg, but this time, I couldn’t help it—my knee brushed against him as I shifted position. Just barely, just enough to feel the hardness beneath the fabric of his shorts. My breath caught again, and I glanced at him to see if he’d noticed. But he didn’t react, didn’t say a word. Just kept smiling that same easy smile.

The rest of the stretch felt like an eternity. Every touch, every movement seemed to amplify the tension between us. By the time we were done, I was practically trembling. I stood up quickly, brushing off my leggings like I could brush off the heat coursing through me.

“Thanks for the help,” Jake said as he got to his feet. He stretched his arms above his head, and I couldn’t help but notice the way his shirt rode up, revealing a sliver of toned abs. “Same time tomorrow?”

“Yeah, sure,” I managed to say, my voice sounding far too high-pitched to my own ears. He gave me one last smile before heading toward the locker room, and I watched him go, my mind still reeling.

As soon as he was out of sight, I grabbed my water bottle and took a long drink, trying to cool down. But it was no use. My body was on fire, every nerve ending buzzing with anticipation. I couldn’t stop thinking about him—about the way he’d looked at me, the way he’d felt beneath my hands. And that smile… God, that smile.

I headed home in a daze, my thoughts consumed by what had just happened. As soon as I walked through the door, I dropped my gym bag and leaned against the wall, closing my eyes. My heart was still racing, my skin tingling with the memory of his touch. I knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help it—I let my hand drift downward, imagining what it would have been like if I’d done more than just stretch him.

The next day at the gym, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Would it happen again? Would he be hard like that when I stretched him? The thought made my stomach flip, a mix of excitement and nervousness swirling inside me. When we finally got to the mats, I tried to act normal, but my hands were shaking as I reached for his leg.

And then it happened again. As I leaned in to press his leg toward his chest, I saw it—the same bulge in his shorts, the same hardness that had driven me wild the night before. This time, I didn’t freeze. This time, I let my knee brush against him deliberately, testing the waters. He didn’t pull away. Didn’t say a word. Just looked at me with those dark eyes, that same smile playing on his lips.

“You’re really good at this,” he said softly, his voice sending a shiver down my spine.

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. “Thanks,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He reached out then, his hand brushing against mine as he adjusted his position. The touch was electric, sending a jolt of heat through me. I looked up at him, our eyes locking for a moment that felt like forever. And then he smiled again, that same easy smile that made my knees weak.

“Don’t stop,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.

I didn’t.

A female gym-goer finds herself unexpectedly aroused while helping her muscular, attractive gym buddy stretch, leading to a series of intense, unspoken sexual encounters during their routine workouts.

She struggles to maintain her composure as she grapples with her growing desire for him, fantasizing about taking their innocent stretching sessions to a much more intimate level.

I saw my gym buddy’s hard dick while helping him stretch

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