Chase
“Marketing is doing it on purpose,” Ziggy said, looking me up and down.
The new branded sweats for the trainers were a lighter shade of gray than the older model. Even in the poor lighting of the staff locker room, the fabric and cut were hella revealing. Ziggy had already opted for the more modest, dark-blue version.
“We’re here to represent and motivate.” I winked at him, and he snickered.
“Dude. I can see you’re circumcised.”
I shrugged, then turned to check my ass in the mirror. “I won’t be wearing these at work.”
Ziggy frowned. “Wherewillyou wear them? Do you have a second job as a stripper or something?”
Waggling my eyebrows, I touched my butt with a finger and made a sizzling sound. Ziggy ignored my antics.
“I guess they could work as pajama pants in winter,” he muttered. “But jeez, you can really tell the leadership values ourprofessionalism, huh? Those sweats might as well have googly eyes above the bulge.”
I changed into my workout shorts and stuffed the new sweats into my bag. I already knew who would appreciate them.
I had a morning shift,so I came home early. Jay would be here at seven.
After fixing a simple pasta salad for dinner, I tidied the apartment, changed the sheets, gave myself a close shave, and took a long shower.
Then I stood in front of the mirrored door to my closet, wearing my new sweats. I wouldn’t venture out in those pants without compression underwear. Commando, I looked obscene, my soft dick so well outlined the ridge stood out. I paired the pants with a tight white tank top that showed off my shoulders and arms.
Based on what Jay had let slip so far, his reaction could be fun. I wanted him to swallow his tongue when I opened the door.
He’d messaged that he wanted to be home before nine, so we had only a little more than two hours. No reason to be shy, right?
Upon further consideration, I pulled the tank top over my head and tugged the sweats lower. TheVof my abdomen and the trail of hair below my belly button pointed like an arrow to my cock.
Yeah, that was as far from shy as one could get.
Was I overdoing it?
Obviously.
Maybe it wasn’t such a great idea after all. I wanted to surprise him, not shock him. Besides, this outfit would only play into the stereotype I was trying to get away from; I didn’t want to be just the boy toy he enjoyed fucking once a week.
Suddenly questioning everything, I began rooting around for a loose T-shirt to cover myself up when the doorbell rang.
A random T-shirt in hand, I went to let Jay into the building through the intercom when a knock directly on the door startled me.
I opened it, and there he stood.
“A neighbor let me in…” he began, then paused, lips parted.
His gaze raked up and down my body, lingering on my chest before settling on my groin.
“Holy shit, Chase. Do you go to work in these?”
I gulped. I should have put on the T-shirt.
“No. But I…thought you might like them. Too much?”
Jay walked in, closed the door, and leaned against it, still staring. I felt my face heat. He twirled a finger in the air, gesturing for me to turn around.
So I showed off for him, my arms spread.
