I’d had my eye on him all afternoon–first at the free weights and then on the treadm

I’d had my eye on him all afternoon–first at the free weights and then on the treadmill. His legs were beautiful. His shoulders were defined. I couldn’t take my eyes off the curved line of his briefs through his gym shorts. It subtly arched its way across the topography of his ass as he ran and I was fixated, following him about at a distance. 

I saw him undressing in the locker room and continued my investigation. A leotard? An odd choice for the gym. He lifted the elastic around his leg and allowed his cock to fall down. His eyes flashed up and met mine.