Another cool October day had just ended as Yang once again walked into his local gym. He had been coming in three times a week now for six months trying to get into shape and get some idea about this new thing called Jockhism. Two of his American friends, Paul and Adam, had been going off about it for months, trying to convince Yang to join them at that gym, or temple as they called it.

He could picture it now. “Come on Yang, brah, you’ll love it.” and “Getting swole is so sweet, brah, I’ve never felt this good before, you get me brah?” Over and over for months until yang finally caved and took them up on their offer.

One warm spring day he entered the gym with his two friends, smelling the musk of sweat and hard work, hearing the clang of weights, seeing dozens of guys working out in almost nothing. Every sense in his body was overwhelmed and he felt like running. But something told him not to, to stick with it for the day with his friends.

After pumping iron for a good couple of hours, his arms were jelly and breathing hurt. Never before had Yang worked his body that hard. His thin Korean frame just wasn’t used to working that hard, being a nerd like his friends used to be.

A day or two later, Yang did notice a difference. His thin arms appeared to have a little more definition on them, and he got the idea to stick with it for a bit. Adam and Paul were enthusiastic and supportive, helping Yang get his gym membership set up. But that was months ago, today Adam and Paul are dating, who knew they were gay, and he was at the gym by himself alone again.

Paul said that he first really “got” working out about a month after he started, saying that Jockhism just started making sense and he was happier. Adam said it took him about 5 weeks. Yang couldn’t get why he wasn’t like his friends; happy, contempt, perhaps a bit dumber.

Yang was lost in thought as he walked; he didn’t even realize that he had bumped into someone until he saw him turn around.  “Hey, watch it brah.” the man Yang just bumped into grunted, his voice low but having a certain element of intelligence. He was a monster of a man, over 6 foot, easily 280 lbs of pure muscle, but had a certain intelligence in his eyes that Yang hadn’t seen before.

“S-sorry man. I as lost in thought. I’ll be more careful next time.” Yang was quick to respond, hoping to get away before causing a scene and embracing himself.

“You better…wait, I think I’ve seen you around brah. Always putting in good work but looking depressed as shit.”

“You’ve noticed me?” yang was surprised. He didn’t think this hulk of a man, clearly someone who got Jockhism better than he ever could. ‘Yea…I’ve been coming for about 6 months after a couple friends recommended it. But it’s not doing it for me.”

“Well no shit, brah, you’re just like I used to be, over thinking shit all the time. You ever tried turning that brain off for a while?”

“You say that like it’s easy” Yang was starting to get pissed. 6 fucking months of coming to the gym, trying to ‘get’ how Jockhism will make him happier and this meathead acts like it’s the easiest thing in the fucking world. It probably is for him, never had a real thought to begin with.

“Easy there, brah, I used to be like you. Into a whole bunch of nerdy stuff, reading all the time, thinking big all the time. And I was miserable. I was trying to control everything, even after discovering Jockhism brah. But then I found this guy, really smart guy named Alan Watts and fuck brah, he helped me get it.”

Yang was taken aback. He’d seen the transformation in Paul, the skinny nerd into a buff man, and Adam, downright fat before leaning up and packing on muscle, but this guy was insane the amount of muscle he must have packed on quickly.

“Here, give this a shot brah. Listen while you lift and see if it helps.” He held out his phone for Yang to tough it, using NFC. A file appeared on his phone titled ‘Alan Watts – Don’t Take Life too Seriously.’

“T-thanks man. I don’t know what to say.” Yang was seriously lost for words. Would this really help?

“Thank me by stopping by after the lift brah.” He patted Yang on the shoulder, nearly forcing Yang to the ground, before heading off deeper into the gym.

Yang went and changed into his normal gym gear, a loose t-shirt and baggy athletic shorts, before heading out to the floor. He was about to hit the machines when he remembered the file and grabbed his ear buds. A voice started talking, likely this Alan Watts guy, about what it means to want something. It honestly confused Yang to the relevance of living to seriously, but he stuck with it.

Twenty minutes pass without Yang realizing as he absorbs the interesting talk this Watts guy was giving. At first he wasn’t making any sense, but now the pieces were starting to come together. Yang was trying to control everything rather than trust the universe to work. Doing this made him worry and worrying caused dread and anxiety.

There was another piece though; trying to reach enlightenment, or get it, will prevent you from getting it. The exact thing Yang was trying to do was preventing him from getting it. Yang needed to let go and live in the present, because the present is all that there is.

The file ended and Yang kept pushing through his workout, but it was different this time. He was there and thinking about his workout, but he wasn’t trying to analyze it, wasn’t trying to control every aspect to get the best workout he could. He let all of that go and trusted that the workout will be exactly what he needs.

Yang felt his pants start to stir, his cock was getting hard. Normally this would concern him, being hard in public was such an embracing thing, but he let it go. So his cock was hard, that’s how it was. He felt weight lift off his brain with every rep, more relaxed and…happy. Letting the universe do it’s thing because all the nitpicking was unimportant.

Another hour passed and Yang had finished up his workout, an intense one, when it dawned on him, he ‘got’ it. He understood how his friends had let go so much and just enjoyed the beautiful thing that is life.

Yang entered the locker room to change when he ran into the monster of man he saw earlier. “What’s up brah?” slipped out of Yang’s mouth without thought.

“Getting pumped brah. How’d that file work?”

Yang could tell that he was staring at his still raging cock through his shorts. “Fuck brah, that Watts guy is so right. I was trying to get it, and that’s why I couldn’t get it. You get me? I already had everything I needed, I was just overthinking it.” Yang bounced his right pec, something he’d never done before because he thought it was dumb.

“I get it brah. I was stuck in the same trap. Trying to get it, then thinking about why I wasn’t getting it over and over. Names Brad btws brah.” Brad entered a double bicep pose to greet Yang.

“Yang.” And Yang returned the pose, amazed at how good it felt.

Brad exited his pose and placed a hand on Yang’s cock. “I see you do brah.”

Yang relaxed his muscled and grabbed Brad’s arm, making him rub his cock though the loose shorts. “Fuck Brad, I’ve never been with a brah before, but I see your ass and I want it.” With his free hand, Yang slapped Brad’s big muscle ass, ignoring all the other guys around them in the locker room.

Brad grabbed Yang’s hand to guide him to the sauna while Yang swaggered behind. Yang was amazed at how he wasn’t nervous, wasn’t anxious, just ready to fuck in the moment.

Yang let Brad step inside first so that he could bet a good view of that big muscle ass bouncing with each step. Yang’s cock was already throbbing at the sight. He slipped off his clothes and didn’t bother grabbing a towel, he just sat down with his legs wide open to give brad a good view. The months of gym had given him a good body, about 20 pounds of muscle with nice definition.

Brad somehow slipped between Yang’s legs. He was huge but he always found a way when it came to cock. He grabbed Yang’s cock, a solid 7 inches of uncut meat, and killed the head, slowly working his tongue under the foreskin.

Yang let out a deep moan, he felt amazing. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this relaxed. It wasn’t that his brain was blank, he still had thoughts, he just wasn’t trying to analyze every little thing around him. He could focus on the pleasure as Brad nursed the head of his cock before working a little deeper.

Yang let out a moan of supprise as Brad’s moth reached the base of his cock. He hadn’t realized how low he had gotten already. Without thinking, he reached up and grabbed the back of Brad’s head, ready to work his mouth, gliding it along his cock at the exact rhythm he wanted.

Brad never fought back as Yang fucked his mouth. He relished the feeling of the throbbing meat using his mouth, feeling Yang’s balls start to rise up as he drew close before rope after rope of thick cum filled his mouth.

Yang’s entire body, including his brain, tingled as he came in Brad’s mouth. He was spent, couldn’t move a muscle, all he could do was sit there and enjoy the euphoria of not over thinking it.