Varady - Musclebros

In which we meet our muscular youngprotagonist, Markus, and we learn something of his easygoing approach to lifeand lust. We also make the acquaintance of some of his musclebros.

Markus didnt really have a swelled head, to go alongwith his bulgingly muscled, pumped-up physique below his chin. He was wellaware that his impressive weight-trained body elicited admiringor, in somecases, incredulous and disapprovingstares when he went out in public. But hewas narcissistic enough to enjoy being looked at. That, after all, was thewhole point of bodybuildingto become big and hard, to stand out in a crowd, tobe the object of peoples attention.

Wellcome to think of it, there was being a sexobject, too, as a by no means unimportant secondary consideration!

Markus was accustomed to checking out guys, sizingthem up, cruising them, and flirting with them, at the gym in downtown Budapestwhere he trained. Often, he was used to hooking up sexually with these fellowiron pumpers, as well. That was all part of the chase, of the game.

At the end of his work day, hed gone, as usual, tothe gym to which he belonged.

During his long, taxing workout, he noticed a youngguy about his own age, whom hed never seen before. Either he was a new member,or if he was a regular, then he must be working out at a different time thanusual today.

The newcomer was a boyish-looking blue-eyed blond,with a nice, amateur bodybuilders physique, which rivalled Markuss ownimpressive build. A little more bulk and definition, and the blond could be acontender for that coveted unofficial title, namely, as one of the half dozenor so hottest members of the gym! Out of the corner of his eye, Markus observedhim grunting and sweating his way through his weightlifting routine. The guydidnt spare himself, and Markus respected that.

The blond muscle man was still going at it when Markusheaded to the locker room to strip out of his sweat-soaked workout clothes andhit the shower. Dressed, Markus left the gym and sauntered out onto the street.

A couple of blocks away from the gym there was acoffee shop which he often patronized.

Markus was seated at one of the shops small tables,enjoying his caffeine rush, when, through the windows, he saw the blond guyapproaching. Glancing inside the shop, the blond saw Markus, and he did adouble take. After a moments hesitation, he entered and went to the counter toplace his order.

When he turned around again, with cup and saucer inhand, Markus caught his eye and gestured to him.

Why dont you join me? Markus called out.

Thanks. I will.

Like Markus, the stranger had his gym bag within him,toting it in one hand.

Hed changed into his street clothesshorts and a tanktop, with a short-sleeved shirt over the tank top, unbuttoned all the way downthe front and with its tails not tucked into the shorts, so the garment swungfreely around his torso. His footwear was leather slip-on shoes, worn withoutsocks, and he had a baseball cap on his head.

He seated himself at the table, opposite Markus,placing his gym bag next to Markuss on the floor.

I couldnt help noticing you, back there, hitting theweights, Markus said.

I noticed you, too.

Hope I wasnt being rude. You know, by staring.

Oh, thats all right. I guess I did some looking,too.

Markus smiled. Thats typical when you see a new memberworking out. You want to size him up. Decide how much competition he might be.

Competition?

For the title of biggest guy in the gym. It may be anunofficial title, but guys fight over it.

Yeah, now I know what you mean. I think that happensat every gym. You dont seem to have anything to worry about, dude. Youre huge.

Thanks. Still room for improvement, though. My namesMarkus, by the way.

Gusztav.

They shook hands across the tabletop, taking care notto spill their coffee.

I am new to this gym, Gusztav confirmed.Just signed up last week. I used to go to a fitness club in the suburbs. ButIve moved from there into the city, so this place is more convenient. Andalready, I like it better. The guys seem a little more serious about theirtraining. Seeing another dude busting his ass inspires me to push myselfharder, too.