“Are you lost bro?” he said, James couldn’t think, the gym reeked of sweat and now he had this guy staring at him, couldn’t he put a shirt on or something.
He looked up attentively to find a gigantic, thoroughbred beast of a man He stumbled and found somewhere to sit, that’s when he felt a giant hand rest on his shoulder. The first thing he noticed upon entering the gym was the smell, It was potent and thick male sweat and testosterone poisoning his senses. James had very little knowledge of gym culture and even the basic exercises, so for the first few weeks he was recommended a personal trainer to ‘speed up the process’. Unfortunately, a brutal break-up with his boyfriend meant he had to clear his head and broaden his ambitions.
James couldn’t believe that he was standing in front of the gym reception about to purchase a membership.
