Chapter 3
Ernie gazed around the gym. How could his mouth water and feel dry at the same time? He hadn’t been this close to so many men in various states of semi-dress since high school. And some were hunks—actual honest to goodness hunks. Yet his anxiety over being here still made him wonder if this was a mistake.
Ernie’s gaze focused on one trainer in particular. He was working with an older man. He recognized the trainer at once from the website. To Ernie’s eyes, the man was a god—muscles bulging under a tight tank tee with the Universal logo on his left pec just above a n****e that tented the fabric. The man had tree trunk thighs that reached their apex in a superior bulge in his form-fitting gym shorts. All this was topped off by a handsome face and a shaved head.
Please, God, let
