There’s a guy at my gym that I have been silently lusting after for several years. And yesterday I finally got up the courage to talk to him. Although technically I guess you could say I hit on him.
And I wasn’t rejected!!
This guy is… Woof. I guess you could call him a “muscle bear”, although I despise that term. He’s bearded, furry, and solidly muscular. He’s a lifter and has real mass. But he isn’t one of the 0% body fat lifters who constantly preen in front of the mirrors. He looks like he eats pizza and drinks beer.
He isn’t a “pretty boy” type, but then I’ve never gone in for pretty. But I do think he’s incredibly handsome. Sexy. Rugged. Tousled sandy blonde hair, blue bedroom eyes, full beard. And totally masculine with a deep, sexy voice.
I’ve stolen glances at this guy in the steam room and shower and basically eye-raped every square inch of his physique. So thick and muscular. So solid. And Damn he looks good wet!
He is precisely the kind of guy I’d never peg as gay in a million years if I hadn’t caught him jacking off with another dude at the gym.
Which I did.
And which I watched. To completion.
And during which I made eye contact with him as he –finished– and he appeared totally okay with it.
And which ever since I’ve been trying to figure out a way to get him alone and talk to him and tell him that I’ve lusted after him for 3 years and I like him a real lot and could I please please have his mouthbabies sometime?
But his gym schedule and my gym schedule don’t always coincide, and when I have seen him, there have been far too many other people around.
That is, Until this past Sunday.
He was lifting by himself, so I decided it was now or never– time for me to nut up it shut up. So I casually went over to the free weight area and waited for him to finish his set. I pulled out my earbuds, and he did the same.
Cb: um… Hi.
A (his first initial): hi. How goes it?
(Oh god his voice is like sexy gravel…)
Cb: It’s good. Um… you know… After you finish lifting, you should come back to my place… Maybe. Or something….
A: (looks and smiles) I’d love to, but I can’t.
Cb: oh. Why can’t you?
A: well, I just bought a property– an apartment building– and it’s gonna need a lot of work. I’m only here because I managed to carve out this one hour of me-time.
(dear god, he’s handy too?!?!)
Cb: so this project is eating up ALL your spare time, huh?
A: yeah. I haven’t even been able to get here much and it’s killing me.
Cb: I know! I haven’t seen you here at all. NOT that I’m stalking you or anything, it’s just that our workouts seemed to overlap a lot and then they didn’t and I stopped seeing you back at the corner locker where you always dress and I should just shut up now…
A: (smiling). Hi. I’m A_____.
Cb: and I’m C_____.
A: nice to meet you.
Cb: soooooo… Would you maybe be interested in my offer some other time when you aren’t swamped and have some more time?
A: absolutely! I’d like that.
(Devastates me with his bearded smile again)
Cb: well now you’ve done it. You realize that now I will hit you up every time I see you here until you say yes?
A: (laughs) deal. So, what are your plans the rest of the day?
We had a little more small talk after that, and then I left him to complete his workout in peace. And I headed to the locker room to think about A and his smile. And voice. And what it would be like to feel his weight on top of me….
Man, I hope he has some free time soon!