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<<Cum Undone>>

Everyone fancied Mark. He was one of those guy that had it all going for him; the looks, charm, money and, of course, the women. He even had those deep dimples that women seem to love so much. In short, he was blessed and he knew it.

All the blokes in the office envied him. I was one of them. It wasn't the silver Lexus he drove, nor was it the dimples. What I envied about Mark was the way he interacted with people. He was smooth. Somehow he always seemed to know exactly what to say, how to crack a joke that wouldn't offend anyone, and how to make presentations that had big brands sign their lucrative advertising contracts to our London firm. God, I wanted to be him.

Naturally his looks, charm and success attracted the majority of women in the office. It didn't matter if they were attached or not. They all seemed to have a thing for him. I remember hearing a story about how he got it on with one of the hot accounts manager during a New Year's party. Apparently she had lured him into a room for a tête a tête, and in the throws of passion she had forgotten to close the door. A few curious people went to look, and found Mark happily banging away between the woman's stocking clad legs. According to eyewitnesses, she was screaming and moaning loudly, begging him to go faster, and naturally Mark obliged. They both came loudly at the stroke of midnight.

Since that day we - his male colleagues - had silently both envied and admired Mark. I myself wouldn't have minded some of his charm. He was outgoing. I was shy. He had that Lexus of his. I drove a Volvo. Nothing against Volvo's but they don't exactly spell out "Hey, babes! Come and get me!" In the looks department I wasn't too bad off; dark blonde hair cropped in a George Clooney haircut. Didn't make me look nearly as good though. No dimples either. What I did have was piercing blue eyes. People always told me they were my best feature along with my body. Ok, so my muscles were probably half the size of Mark's, but who says size is everything?

I enjoyed working out. A run in the park usually acted as a sort of meditation for me. I'd run and listen to the music in my portable CD player. When I ran I was in my own little world. It was nice and we all need that type of solitude now and then. When it came to the gym, to be honest I wasn't that into it. I preferred outdoors exercising; still, I came to the gym about three times a week. Never being a big fan of bulging muscles, I preferred them to be well defined, I mainly stuck to the cardio stuff.

Now, the cool thing about the gym was that it was within the same building as the firm. Actually, the firm, as part of their health scheme, paid the membership fee. The fact that you only had to go down to the third floor for a lunchtime workout was great. The downside was that you had no excuse not to go to the gym. After a rough day at work, when you'd rather be in front of the TV with a beer in hand instead of running the treadmill, the old "It's too far away, I'll do it next week" excuse just didn't cut it.


It had been a long day and I needed to get my thoughts sorted out. I had a big presentation due tomorrow and needed to have an early night. A bit of sweating and calorie burning would help me clear my head and sleep well. On my way to the gym I bumped into Mark.

"Hi Eric," he said and smiled. "On your way to the gym?"

"Yeah, figured it'll help me get focused for tomorrow's presentation."

"Oh yes, I think you mentioned that presentation. Well, I wish you luck and I'm sure a good workout will do you good." He held the door open for me and we walked into the changing room.

"It'll be nice with a bit of company," he said while stuffing his briefcase into a locker. "I haven't seen any of the other guys at our department in the gym for a while, will be nice to have someone to chat to."

I looked over at him bending over to re-tie his shoelaces. He was wearing blue boxer shorts but hadn't put on his shirt yet. I couldn't help but notice his broad chest and six pack stomach. Great, not only did he have a good face, he was in perfect shape too. I glanced at him pulling down a white T-shirt and saw the fabric fall over his well-defined pecs.

As we got out of the changing rooms a tall bloke approached us. He was wearing a T-shirt with the gym logo. I assumed he was an employee.

"Hi, Mark!" he said, and extended his hand towards Mark. Mark took it and grinned at him.

"Hello Steve, how you doin'? Picked up any girls yet?"

"Nah, not yet but it's another hour to go before we close," Steve chuckled and nodded in the direction of two cute brunettes. Mark followed his gaze and grinned approvingly.

"Nice, go for it!"

"Hey, I need you to do me a favour," Steve said suddenly.

"Sure, what is it?"

"I need you to close the gym tonight. I have to catch the train and pick something up for my mom. Can you do it?"

"Sure," Mark replied. "What do I need to do?"

"Oh, just see to it that the door is locked. It's one of those automatic doors; you just push down that little latch and close the door. Then check to see that it's really closed. You should hear a click."

"Ok, no problem. I can do that."

"Great! I owe you one." And with that, Steve left us.

The workout wasn't too bad. I didn't feel like doing weights, so I spent most of the time on the treadmill. Mark did the same and seemed absorbed in a music video running on the TV screen in front of him. I kinda liked that the gym had those small TV's hanging from the ceiling. I always watched the music videos while running; they made me forget I was actually doing exercise.

While Mark was obviously drooling over a Shakira video I took another look at him. He was running in a steady tempo, his muscular arms swinging to and fro. I could see the sweat running off his body. His normally well-combed brown tresses were all tousled up and his chest was heaving. His legs were muscular, not like a football player's, but definitely muscular.

"No wonder women love him," I said to myself.

"Did you say something?" Mark looked at me. I hadn't realised I had spoken out loud.

"Eh, no, nothing. Just talking to myself," I blushed. Mark just smiled and went back to watching the TV I went back to concentrating on my running, but soon my thoughts started to drift again.

"He's charming, not stuck up, smart and good looking. No wonder women love him. How could I compete with that?" Glancing sideways I saw Mark run a hand through his hair. His eyes were dark brown and friendly. Even when he wasn't smiling I could see his dimples. Yes, Mark certainly had something special about him.

"Heck, if I hadn't been straight I'd probably be begging for his attention!" I thought to myself and couldn't help shooting of another glance in his direction.


The gym's closing time was almost upon us. There remained only Mark, myself, and some girls. Steve had reminded Mark to lock up before he left. I desperately needed a shower and my mind had been successfully cleared of any thoughts relating to work. Mark seemed to be more energized, but at the same time calmer. We headed for the changing room.

"That was a good run," Mark said, while unlacing his shoes. "A shower is just what I need now!"

"Yeah, a nice cold shower will suit me just fine now," I agreed. "Then back home and straight into bed."

I reached for my towel before getting out of my Nike shorts. Mark on the other hand, didn't seem to care much for covering up. Watching him pull down his shorts and briefs in one swift motion, before standing naked before me, made my stomach do a small back flip. It wasn't that I had never seen a naked man before, heck, after playing various team sports when growing up, how could I not have? I had seen my fair share of male genitals, and like most guys I'd sneak a peek out of curiosity. C'mon admit it. Girls do it too: "Is her breasts bigger/nicer shaped than mine?"

Anyway, the type of feeling I had while watching Mark's broad shoulders and tight arse was totally new to me. It felt strangely like lust, similar to when watching some cute girl stroll down the beach in a bikini, but the feeling wasn't as strong. Oh well, I was sure in my sexuality. Just because I felt a small twinge of lust towards a naked man didn't mean I was gay. I knew how to appreciate both the female and male body, and Mark certainly had a nice one. I would have been deceiving myself if I hadn't admitted that.

The shower room was one of those blue tiled ones where the showers were in a line, only sealed off by partition walls to form small stalls. I walked into a stall and turned on the water.

I could feel the lukewarm water running down my body. While working the shampoo up to lather, I was wondering what Mark was up to. He was being awfully quiet. Thinking of it he hadn't said a word since going into the shower.

"Hey Mark," I shouted over the sound of the running water, "Are you ok, mate? You're being awfully quiet."

"Yeah, I'm fine." Mark answered. His voice sounded different somehow, but I couldn't pin point what it was.

"Good, I was starting to wonder if you had fallen asleep in the stall or something," I joked. The shampoo bubbles were all over my head by now and starting to drip into my eyes.

"So, why are you being so quiet?" I asked while positioning my face underneath the stream of water. Damn, shampoo, I couldn't see anything.

"Oh, I was just thinking about something." Mark's voice seemed a bit distant.

"Oh yeah? What were you thinking about?"

"You," came Mark's voice from behind me. I spun around to face him, but couldn't see much as the bloody shampoo kept running into my eyes.

"Eh, Mark," I mumbled. "I couldn't really hear what you were saying. Wait until I'm done showering and we can talk." I turned my back to him and started to rinse the shampoo out of my eyes and hair. Suddenly I could feel a presence right behind me. I froze in my tracks.

Mark's hand touched my hip lightly. I was too surprised to react. Noticing my lack of resistance, he let it glide down my front and towards my groin. Before I knew it I could feel his hand enveloping my already semi-hard dick. When feeling his warm hand around my equipment I let out an involuntary gasp. His hand started to gently massage me, squeezing me in a rhythmic fashion. Bringing me to life. I could feel my body responding, and my dick was growing with record speed. I still hadn't dared to move. A part of me was afraid he would stop if I did.

"Are you ok with this?" came Mark's voice by my ear. I was more than fine with it. I wanted him to continue. My body needed him to continue.

"Yeah," I replied hoarsely. "I'm...I'm fine with it." I could feel his ragged breath on my neck. Then his lips ...
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