The Gym

Hank walked into the gym for his nightly workout session. He had been lucky enough to hear about the gym from his friend Joe. Joe was the Sheriff of this small southern town. He was also the owner of the gym. Joe was a huge bear of a man and was also known as the strictest sheriff around. He had never encountered a prisoner who dared cross him again. Most people thought it was because he was so big and strong, but the gym members knew the real reason.

Hank greeted Joe who kept watch at the front door. This being a gay gym in the south, Joe made sure no one came in to cause trouble, though that wasn't his only reason for watching the front. He grunted a hello as Hank came in. The gym was busy tonight, so Joe was extra vigilant.

Hank went to the locker room and stripped naked. This was a clothing optional gym and most guys chose the naked option. Hank was not as big as Joe, but no one was. Though compared to normal guys, Hank was huge. He was tall and thick. He was basically a slab of fur covered, grade A beef. He walked into the weight room, his meaty cock swinging back and forth. He went up to the weight rack to work on his arms. He looked through the dumb bells and picked up a heavy set to do curls. The weights struggled, but it was no use.