When you're around so many hot guys all the time it makes you a little self-conscious. So I try to visit the gym as often as I can. The problem is, I always get so distracted by all the beautiful bodies. So there I was, working on my biceps, when I spy the most gorgeous guy. He had worked up quite a sweat and his musky scent hit me as he walked past, making me have to dive for cover on the bikes so people wouldn't see my huge woody. Luckily the bikes were in just the right position for me to be able to watch him do pull ups, and don't tell me you've never secretly spied on a guy at the gym. His shirt would lift up giving me a perfect view of his flat stomach and developing six-pack. I could tell through his shirt that he had a beautiful set of pecs and the shorts he was wearing revealed that he wasn't lacking in that department either. After the workout I ...