A Boy Despite the Girl

Yea, despite having a current crush on a girl, my eye for the boys doesn't cease to wander.

Tonight at the gym, I spotted a guy whom I had seen at the gym branch I frequent during the work week.

He's facially, boring. No exciting contrasting colors or striking features. He has a generically cute, very young boyish looking face with delicate features and a buzz cut. His skin is pale without any richness to make up for its lack of color.

The shape of his body however, is a whole different story. He's about as tall as I am and exquisitely shaped. This is why I pay big bucks for my gym. The hotties come in at a constant stream. Whenever there's a let down, there are two or three new ones to replace the dud.

This guy's waist must easily measure 28 inches or less. His ass is PERFECT PERKINESS. His shoulders while lithe, create a pronounced and aesthetic v-shape. His shoulders without being bulky are meaty and round. His chest protrudes out from his concave stomach in a beautiful almost aerodynamic curve. The profile of his torso almost looks like a perpendicular wing. His chest, shoulders, and back taper down in the most fuckable hollow curves from any angle of view.

I saw him one late morning. After the crowds were gone. We took lockers adjacent to each other oddly enough. He seemed in a major rush. He looked TOTALLY straight. Nothing about him seemed even remotely metrosexual. He seemed like your typical straight guy who was not only blessed with athletic genetics but also played sports his whole life and just stays in shape out of habit. His attire was spartan--basketball shorts that hugged his firm round ass and a wife beater that showed off all the other glorious curves of his upper body. There were not even hints of some naughtily placed tatoo. Because his body looks like the epitome of a tight body, I will call him Taughty, a play off the word Tottie, which is supposed to be a play off of the word Hottie.

He rushed through his workout. So did I. He a total upper body workout--shoulders, chest, back, abs. It was my glute day and I was handling heavy weights. I was sweaty and breathing hard. We eyed each other very obviously without every making eye contact. Except for the trainers, we were the only two on our floor. He beat me to the showers by about 10 minutes. That was all the time he needed to be nude and dressing quickly by the time I made it to my locker.

He left just as fast.

Tonight he was at my gym branch I use during the weekends. I recalled that my weekday gym branch is closed on weekends.

Taughty was there. This time with headphones. There were two other really hot guys I wanted with whom I wanted to make conversation. One eluded me. I kept watching for the other. I was right next to Taughty, when as a result of looking for the second hot guy, I dropped a weight. Taught immediately bent down to pick it up. He was so fast in fact, that I realized he must have been keeping track of me despite the fact that he wasn't looking right at me.

I immediately felt like an idiot. He must have realized I was looking for the other guy and/or that I was a klutz. "I'm so sorry," I said right away to him as he hunched over. As he placed the weight on the rack, he had this ENORMOUS smile on his face. He didn't make eye contact at all however. "Thanks," I said, confused by his gigantic reaction to my "dropping" a weight. He nodded so slightly I almost missed his acknowledgment of my gratitude.

I stood there confused, staring at him, as he continued his set on the cables. I didn't look away immediately since i realized he was purposely avoiding making eye contact with me. He forced himself to stop smiling, but I could tell he was forcing himself. Did he see me looking for the other hot guy? Did he realize I was gay? Why was he smiling? Damn, his smile was hot. His attitude was hot. He got a kick out of picking up a weight plate for me?

His chivalry hit me like a cool breeze on a scorching afternoon. It had been so long since anyone had treated me like in that way. I couldn't help but smirk a little. I had to talk to him tonight.

About 20 minutes later. He was again working out right next to me. He was done working with weights. This was gratuitous. What's more, he had removed his earphones just for this exercise. He finished his set, and I approached. "So you come to this branch as well?" I started.

His face exploded with shock and he leaned slightly away from me and just as quickly regained his composure turning to look at me. Although he had calmed his facial muscles, he missed calming his eyes.

They were opened so wide, one would think he was staring at a firing squadron about to shoot at him. That is when I noticed--his eyes were the most beautiful, lightest brown, I had ever seen. They were essentially honey-colored. The black ring around them stood out boldly, emphasizing the extraordinary contrast. Then I saw that his eye lashes were unusually long and thick. His eyes were stunning.

"Yes," he said, nearly stuttering. "I do," he finished. Finally, I am accustomed to the effect I seem to have on people. Why do people freak out like this? It is not every time. But almost every time. Maybe they don't expect a conversation to be struck up with them. But this happens occasionally enough for people to not freak out.

If it were not for the many years of experience now of seeing people FLIP OUT when I start conversation with them, I would have been thrown completely off balance as well. But now, I actually even expected it, and had a second line prepared.

Yea, I now know that guys will be so thrown off by me, that it is not enough to have an opening pick up line, I have to have a second ready to throw them the life preserver so that they can continue and pick up the thread of the conversation.

"It is too bad that the other location is closed today, huh?" I went on.

"Yes, yes it is," he stammered. "Actually, the other location is the only one I'm allowed to use. I used to pay the fee for having to come to this one, but then I spoke to a manager about it and they told me I didn't have to."

He was nervous. Really nervous. Even though he wasn't saying much, he was rambling out of nervous. I wasn't shocked. THANK GOD. I'm maturing. So I popped my eye brows up as I feigned interest (I have complete access to all branches. His observations didn't apply to me at all.).

"If you talk to the manager," he continued, "They'll put your name on the list and you won't have to pay."

I continued propping my eye brows up, and moved my eyes around as if I was thinking. Then I brought my eyes back to his and simultaneously broke out into a mild smile. "Huh, I didn't realize that."

Cheezy as *uck I know, but you know, I just had to keep things moving.

"Yea," he said nervously, "it took me a while to figure it out."

I nodded very slowly. Then I relaxed my eyes and smiled in a more familiar way.

"I'm Tino," I said and extended my hand, "what's your name."

"Bryan," he said and smiled big and immediately forced his smile away.

"It's good to meet you," I said as I moved back to my machine. He nodded politely, attempting to hide his nervousness as best he could.

I have a new one. OH and his voice--could NOT have been more gay. I suppose he just needed to open his mouth for me to realize what was up his sexuality.

My god he's a cutie.