Alright guys, sorry for such a long delay between postings, I'll try to be better, but I can't promise anything. LOL.
In Training---Part XIV
To continue on our way, let’s just go from this up to my next time at the gym. What did you think? I was jumping over a lot of time to get to where I’m at now?! Well, that would make for a really short story. Wait. No. This isn’t all that short. It’s not all that long either. I don’t know what this is. Does anyone remember Pepsi Crystal from the nineties? Whatever happened to that? Oh no. That was a really bad off track; I’m so sorry. Let’s get back to what I was talking about earlier.
Sunday mornings aren’t usually all that busy in my town. Well, at least in my neck of the woods. They’re reluctantly lazy. Even my dog sleeps in, and that’s rare. But I can’t; well, not any more. Now I have to get up early, just as early as my other days to go to work and the gym, because I now head to the gym early in time to catch the 9:15 spin class. See, here’s the reason: for a couple weeks I’ve been going to the gym on Sundays. Yeah, I know I’ve said it a few times, but I’m just time-lining here deal with it. And on these Sundays, I don’t see anyone I know working out, it’s like I’m going to a new gym these days. But, I’ve noticed that there’s a spin class every Sunday that gets done around 10:15, no big deal really. I’m not going to the class, I can barely ride a bike a mile or so, can you imagine if I tried to take a class that makes you up the resistance every so often and keep riding. No thank you. It just so happened that I know the timing of the class because one Sunday, not that long after I started going that day I was in the sauna literally holding my head up because Jack had written a hell of a work out. It was rough. He decided to up my reps and even added another exercise to the sets. I didn’t make him mad or anything, he just says that I’m still making progress. But I really paid for it right after the work out, I was wiped out! I also changed my normal routine and quit going out to the pool for a swim, ever since Erik I had gone out at my normal time hoping to run into him, but no such luck, so after a couple weeks I gave up, and just went from workout to sauna to shower. In doing that I also decided that I didn’t really need to bring my swim trunks, and just went with wearing whatever underwear I happened to work out in; and today’s just happened to be one of my favorite pair of white boxer briefs. I wear them in so that when I sweat in the sauna, it kind of gives a show. I know it’s frivolous, but I like it. So, sitting in the sauna, an older gentleman walked in, wearing nothing but a towel and carrying a water bottle. I had seen him around before, he took a spin class almost every day that I’ve been at the gym, so it just so happened that he was chatty and decided to talk to me that day.
“Hey!” he started, “How’s it going?”
“Good. Worked myself over today. You; how was the spin class?”
“Rough, she really worked us over too.”
“The names Brandon. And you are?” I asked, might as well make a friend again.
“Carl. Nice to meet you.” He nodded as he spoke. I’m not one for shaking hands inside of the sauna, I mean Erik was different, it was all in good fun, and I knew where his hands had been too.
Carl and I continued small talk for a little while. Here and there things: Sports, weather, local news, politics and such. All and all it was only about five minutes of conversation we were having, when the door opened. It wasn’t suddenly, well it was; but this isn’t a drama. Anyway, the door had opened. Another person from the spin class walked in. He wasn’t the hottest thing on two legs, but he wouldn’t be kicked out of bed for eating crackers. His hair was a dark brown, almost black; close cropped on the sides but left long on top, just long enough to comb it back and make a mock-pompadour style. I love that style; maybe I’ll grow my hair out and try that too. His face was a classic look; think Carey Grant and George Clooney got together and had an awesome gay-sex baby. And then add Channing Tatum’s chin. Yeah; he was pretty nice to look at. I hadn’t seen him without his shirt yet, so I couldn’t tell you what that looked; Oh wait, as he walked in, he said hi to Carl and took a seat on the upper row of the sauna, and as his ass hit the seat he lifted his shirt up and over his head. Let me just say, there were some angels that had taken the day off and decided to take a minute in this sauna because they were singing “Oh Praise On High” as that shirt came off. His chest was molded perfectly in places where it counted. His pectorals were just perky enough, and his nipples had just the right look to them. The crevice between them had just a slight trail of hair leading to his abs. They weren’t perfectly molded into the perfect six-pack. He had a little pouch, but it wasn’t a pouch, there was some definition there, and trust me, they begged to have a finger or tongue or a hard cock trace over them. At this point, I realized I had been staring, and that my cock had become insanely hard in my shorts. I readjusted and made it look like a stretch. Hope no one really noticed that. Well, I hoped he had noticed, but not too much.
“What do you think Brandon?” Carl asked.
I was suddenly brought out of my fantasy world and realized I had no clue what Carl was talking about, and just nodded, opened my water, took a swig and waited for Carl to hopefully repeat the question. He didn’t. Crap. Okay, feign ignorance.
“I’m sorry Carl, my head is swimming. What was that?”
“I was asking what you think the weather is going to be like this week.” Oh thank god. Easy enough question to fake my way through.
I answered and sat there in silence, every so often turning my head to see if he decided to remove any other clothes. No such luck yet. But my time was almost up. I can’t even take eleven minutes in here after a workout like the one I just put myself through. So, as my time wound down, I finished off my water, stood up and composed myself in my shorts, and headed out to the showers. I still pick the same shower, it’s force of habit, but it’s also a routine now. I know it doesn’t mean anything, but I haven’t really been sore after a workout, so I keep trying to repeat the same thing I do the time before to keep that streak going. Reaching my fourth stall, I hang my toiletry bag, get out my shampoo, conditioner, face wash, and bar of soap and place them on top of the dividing wall between the stalls. I then turn on the water and just a little before the hottest setting and let the water warm up. I test the water and it’s just where I like it today, so I step back, grab the waist of my shorts and pull them down as I bend over. What the?! I didn’t back into a wall did I? I don’t think so. I stand up and turn around. OH MY GLORIOUS WHATEVER THE HELL YOU WANT TO BELIEVE IN! Hot guy from the sauna was standing behind me, bending over to remove his shorts. And let me just say: Well, there are not enough wonderful words in the English language to describe the short sight I had. His ass was molded just like his chest, perfectly perky, with a little trail of hair that would do wonderfully to tickle a finger, or a cock, or a tongue; boy that sure is the way to describe anything lately isn’t it? Wow. Really, that’s all I can say. My cock had just subsided when I was getting in the shower, and now it was back to it’s full glory.
“I’m sorry.” I said. I really wasn’t. I will so cherish that!
“Oh no! My fault. Didn’t see you there.” He stammered.
That was it. Nothing else was said between us here. I stepped into my stall, pulled the curtain, and left my customary gap at the front and back. Hey. I don’t mind showing off, you never know. On the down side, no one went into either shower to watch, so it was for naught today.
After showering and rinsing and such, I opened my curtain to reach for my towel. It just so happens that he had just finished his shower at the same time and had the same exhibitionist streak in him, or just didn’t care who saw or just liked to show off. I’m hoping the latter really. He was toweling off and it seemed in slow motion. The cloth would cling to his shoulders, caressing the sinewy muscles and then falling down his chest to his groin; where his hand would grasp it and fondle his own package to dry it off, and then the other hand grasped the other side of the towel and dried his ass crack. Oh dear. There goes the penis again. Son of a…
He wrapped his towel around his waist and stepped out of the shower, turning around to check for any possession he may have left behind, and the gods were definitely on my side today, or those angels were just hanging around for the day; because his towel had worked itself loose and started to slip down, the one side had fallen quickly, so he wasn’t able to catch it in time and had to bend over to grab it. And there was that choir of angels again. There was just the right amount of hair EVERYWHERE on this man’s body. How? But I can’t stand here and drool at him all day, I’m pretty sure things would get a little awkward when other people walked in. Time then started back in regular progression and he rewrapped his towel, grabbed his workout clothes, and made his way to the locker room. Let’s just say the rest of my time in the locker room were very less active. By the time I had readied myself to get changed, he wasn’t anywhere to be seen, so I was at a slight loss because I missed more showing. Oh well.
So, we’ll skip ahead a little more here. I know! I just jumped ahead to this week, and I’m jumping ahead again?! Well, it’s my story damn it; I can do what I want. Nah nah nah nah boo boo.
A few weeks passed, my weight was almost at a stand still for the past couple of weigh-ins at home. So I was thinking I had hit my final plateau. I know these things happen, so I was prepared for this. Two-hundred-and-five pounds is apparently my lowest weight, at least for these past few weeks that’s what it’s been. When I woke up one Tuesday before my workout, I went through my normal routine, cereal, let dog out, make a cup of joe, wait for dog to come back in, and watch a little of the Today show. But my bladder decided it was way too full from last nights binge on water, so I had to make a quick venture to the restroom. Just after finishing up, and washing my hands, I decided to take a look in the mirror in my bathroom and see if I could see any of the progress I had been making. I mean, a lot of my friends kept telling me I really did look like I’d lost weight and such, and just fluffing them off as being nice only works so much before you start to think they all need glasses; so I decided to strip naked and weight myself. At least, that’s the way I’ve always weighed myself, don’t judge me. If I were to say that you could have knocked me over with a feather, it would still be an understatement. It didn’t seem possible that these numbers are right. I weighed myself again. Nope, I got the same ones as the last one. I almost jumped up and down, some of you would have liked that, seeing me dancing naked in my bathroom. But no, no video evidence of it remains. Remains. I had to call someone, or at least text them, after all it’s 7:45 in the morning. So I decided to text my trainer, he’s probably the only person awake right now.
*Hey Jack! I just weighed myself and you’re never going to believe it, but I’m down to one-hundred-and-ninety-nine pounds. I can’t thank you enough!
*Wow! Congrats man! That’s awesome! Keep it up!
* I will. See you at 10:30?
*Yep
I know, riveting conversation, but he’s straight, and a trainer, I didn’t expect anything too outlandish in reaction, but at least I had told someone. I could barely wait to tell Steve, my partner; but that would have to wait until I got home from the gym. I was still so excited that I decided to get Jack a gift for all his help, and stopped by a local pharmacy and bought him a blank card and put a note inside expressing my gratitude and threw a couple of $25 gift cards in there for good measure. Arriving at the gym a few minutes early, I head inside, show my card, and went to get changed. Nothing exciting going on in there today, so I went back out and carried the card to the trainers desk. Just in time too. Jack was just finishing up with his previous appointment and was walking toward me.
“Hey! Congrats on the weight there man! Looking good!” he commended.
“Thank you! I couldn’t have done any of this without you.” I said, and held out the card. “A little token of my appreciation”
“What’s this?” he asked, as he opened the card. “Man, you really didn’t have to do this. I only helped, you’re the one who did all the work.”
“I may have done the work, but if they would have paired me up with any other trainer here I probably would have quit coming to the gym already. Your persistence with me, and explaining everything and most importantly my anxiety issue; just those three things combined would have sidelined me for sure, but because of your understanding of these things you kept me coming back and making progress and now even going below the weight goal I didn’t even know I had.” I actually started to tear up a little because I always felt like I was overweight, and this was one of the first times I’ve seen myself in a better light.
“You can say it was me all you like, but again, you’re the one doing the work. But regardless, we do make a good team.”
From then on, things seemed to be more comfortable with Jack and the training. I’m not saying he’s made them easier. Oh god no, we’ve actually increased our exercises, but still in the same time. At last check we were up to four or five in a circuit followed by two others in the next; we didn’t have much rest time between them either, so it really was becoming more high intensity. Luckily, with the advent of the training area, my anxiety was non-existent; I mean it’s gone. I’m even starting to walk more with my head held higher, my shoulders back, and with an air of authority. Not saying I’m a jerk or a lunk here, I’m nothing like that, just something a little muscle tone gives you, and it just feels better to walk that way now.
Today, we did one of the five exercise circuits that had renegade rows, squats, pushups, Russian twists, and push presses. No I didn’t just speak another language, that’s what we did. And after he had me do four sets of ten of each I had to do v-ups and swings with a thirty-five pound dumbbell. Needless to say I was wiped out after that. So I almost crawled myself into the locker room and got ready for my sauna. Funny thing is, Carl was there, the older gentleman from the spin class, getting changed.
“Hey Carl! How was class today?” I asked.
“Good Brandon, how was Jack treating you today?”
“Rough as usual. Upping the exercises again on me. I must be doing something right.”
“Yep, sounds like something he would do. You heading into the sauna?”
“You know it. I’ll see you in there.”
So I got changed. I hadn’t seen my mysterious shower buddy in a couple days, and no one else has caught my wandering eye, so the thought was totally off my radar. Heading into the sauna, I picked a seat on the upper level right inside the door so I could watch the clock, I really only stay in there for ten minutes. I’ve stated before, anything over that and boy, I’m messed up for a while.
Carl came in a few seconds after me in his normal garb of a towel and water bottle, and started up a conversation about the regional sports outlook and how one of our teams may be going to the playoff rounds. I really didn’t follow them, I mean, I can follow one sport, but the others I just don’t care for. After about four or five minutes of talking, the door opened and the mysterious shower buddy was there.
