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|“What happened, Dude?” Bryan asked as he walked toward Peter who was kneeling on the ground.
“I dropped my wallet” Peter said quickly stuffing everything back into his old, well-worn valise.
“You haven’t even taking a shower yet. You’re going to make us late again”, Bryan said with a slight edge in his voice. He walked to his locker and removed the towel that was wrapped around his tight waist. Peter stared at Bryan’s nude form; he looked just as good now as when they first met in college. His flawless, olive skin tightly encased every defined muscle; the sensual pattern of veins testified to his superb athletic conditioning. Even at profile, his huge balls and cock jutted out from his crotch. Bryan stepped into his boxers, pulled them out and up over his manhood, before inserting his hand inside to adjust his impressive package.
“Didn’t you hear me? You are going to be late. You look like you’re a million miles away”, Bryan said staring back at Peter.
“Yeah, I mean no. I hear you.” Peter responded looking down at his crotch to make sure his growing hard-on wasn’t obvious. Luckily he had a towel over his lap hiding his below average shaft. “I was just thinking about what Marc said”, Peter replied trying to refocus his thoughts. “Maybe you should start working-out with him?”
“What, are you crazy? Work out with that pompous ass-hole? I think he’s even more arrogant since he got that promotion.” Bryan stated as he finished getting dressed. Once again he had to push in his huge package before he could zip up his pants. He then sat down next to Peter to put on his shoes. “Did he say something else to you after I left? Do I need to have talk with him and tell him to leave you alone?’
“No nothing like that” Peter said defensively, his frustration and envy getting the best of him momentarily. “I don’t need you to protect me Bryan. Just like I don’t need you to carry the grocery bags for me, or get things from the top shelf or set me up on dates. I’m a grown man, not a little boy who needs a father to watch over him.”
“What’s going on here? Did I miss something? I didn’t mean..”, Bryan said with surprise.
“I know, you never mean to. Forget what I said. I’m just a little tired.” Peter spoke apologetically. He stood to avoid looking into Bryan’s eyes. He knew Bryan could tell when he was lying. “Marc made a point about working out with someone who can challenge you more. And I know you don’t like using the machines”
“Are you saying this because I’ve progressed a little faster than you? I only suggested this working out stuff because I thought it was something we could do together. I don’t want it to affect our friendship.”, Bryan said standing up next to his friend to force him to look directly into his eyes.
“Don’t worry, it won’t”, Peter said with a half smile and punched Bryan in the shoulder as a friendly guy gesture. Peter hit Bryan with almost all he had trying to proof he was no helpless weakling. A jolt of pain from the impact ran up Peter’s arm from his battered hand. But Peter could tell Bryan barely felt it, he didn’t even flinch. “Besides, I knew you would advance faster than me. It’s a proven fact that it’s easier for someone to get back into shape, than for someone who never was. I think its called muscle memory or something.” Peter starts to gather his shower gear from his locker as he speaks. He didn’t want Bryan to see he was about to lie again. “I’ve just hit a plateau and need to do more cardio work to increase my metabolism, while you need to lift more to continue building muscle mass. I knew all along we couldn’t stay on the same program forever. It’s best for the both of us if we split up now. It’s not like we won’t see each other. We share a home and an office. I’m getting pretty sick of seeing that ugly mug of yours. You’re starting to cramp my style”.
“Ha ha, funny guy” Bryan said as he looked down at his friend warmly and smiled. Peter looked briefly at him. Bryan’s smile made he look angelic. It took all of Peter’s strength to keep his knees from buckling. “But once you’ve passed this plateau of yours, we can start working out together again right?”
“Right”, Peter answered staring directly into his locker.
“Okay then, I’ll see you upstairs”, Bryan lightly punched Peter on the shoulder and walked away. As Peter rubbed his sore hand and now sore shoulder, he watched Bryan walk away. He saw Marc approach Bryan. The talked briefly then shook hands. Peter felt that something had changed that instant and nothing would ever be the same again between him and his best friend.
Peter closed his locker door and headed for the showers. He arrived and saw the “geeks” standing in a line. The showers were all empty, but it looked as if they were waiting for something. Peter stood more erect as he approached the three lesser men. Somehow it made him feel good that he was several inches taller than his so-called peers. He nodded to the men than spoke to Raymond from accounting. “Are you waiting to use the showers?”
“Yeah, we’re not allowed to use them until Marc and his gang have finished. Marc is the only one left” Raymond answered in an annoyed tone.
“He’s only one man and there are three shower stalls available”, Peter replied trying to comprehend the situation
“We have to wait for him to choose the stall he wants, then the rest of us can proceed”, Raymond explained. “He doesn’t care if he makes us late for work. He’s got Simmons wrapped around his little finger so tightly, he knows he won’t get in trouble unlike the rest of us.”
Peter just shook his head in disbelieve. “That’s ridiculous. I’m not waiting”. Peter entered the nearest stall and pulled the curtain close. He removed the towel from around his waist and turned on the water. The warm water felt good as it ran down his pale body. Suddenly the curtain was torn open, he felt a strong hand grab the back of his neck lifting him out of the stall and throwing him down onto the locker room floor.
“Somebody’s not following the rules”. Peter rolls onto his back and sees Marc looming above him; his nude muscular body looking more imposing from Peter’s low perspective. “I’ve let you get away with it before, because you had Bryan to protect you. But he’s not here, is he?” Marc’s powerful voice rumbled through Peter’s disoriented head. Peter felt his limp body being picked up by underneath his arms. He felt the coolness of tile as his back slammed into the wall. Marc lets go of him and he struggled to support his own weight again. Peter’s eyes finally focused on Marc’s face directly in front of his. “See wimp, we have a pecking order here for the showers. The real men with pecs come before you losers without. Do I make myself clear geekoid?” Marc emphasizes his words by flexing his massive chest muscles.
“Says who?” Peter stammers out, his anger building with every insult he’s forced to take.
“I do. And I’m the only one that counts around here.” Marc grumbles, then he moves his face even closer to Bryan’s, “Unless there’s something you want to do about it”.
Peter finally has his wits about him and straightens to his full height. His slight height advantage over Marc makes him feel empowered. He slams his left fist into Marc’s armored gut, followed quickly by his right. The granite-like hardness of Marc’s chiseled abdominals and Peter’s already sore hand prove too much for the weaker man; he curls up from the pain and tries to sooth his battered knuckles. Peter’s head is now below Marc’s. He looks up and sees Marc smirking down at him.
“You only pain you caused was to yourself, you pathetic weakling.” Marc grabbed Peter’s bruised hand and squeezed it tightly. Peter howled in pain and fell to his knees. Peter tore his gaze from Marc’s ample cock, which was just at his eye level now, to look at the other geeks standing there watching his torture, “Please help me. There’s four of us and only one of him”.
“Yeah the four of you against me, that only leaves me with a slight advantage.” Marc said with a laugh as he raised his free arm to flex his huge bicep. “Well come on losers, aren’t you going to try to overpower me and help one of your own kind”. Marc stared down each of the three onlookers. “It seems they lack courage as much as the lack muscle. You’re on your own wimp”. Marc continued to apply pressure to Peter’s battered hand. “Now you have to learn your place and keep that big honker of yours out of trouble. Now tell me what you are.” Peter said nothing. Marc squeezed harder, “Tell me”.
“I’m a wimp, I’m a wimp” Peter answered after letting out a small scream.
“And what else?” Marc asked as he tightened his grip.
“I’m a geek and a loser.” Peter answered exhaustedly and felt more pressure applied to his hand. “And a weakling.”
“That’s a good little wimp” Marc said as he released Peter’s hand. “Now you can wait with the rest of the losers, while I take my shower. Peter wiped the tears from his eyes as he watched Marc walk away. The hypnotic movement of Marc’s muscular physique made Peter forget about his pain. How could he be so turned-on by a man he hated so much?
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