I joined a fitness gym late part of last year. I'll simply call the place Fit!. I have been getting bigger (slowly, I gained 20 pounds, which I suspect are all fat) the past three years but that has not been enough to motivate me into acquiring a gym membership. I needed a more primal impetus. What made me enroll, finally,was that I wanted to get more sex than I am now having and the gym has an established reputation of being a meat market. The porn industry has made millions of dollars on the all-too-familiar plot. Guy meets girl in the gym, they fuck. Trainer spots for another guy lifting weights, they fuck. Guy drops soap in the shower, another guy picks it up, then they fuck. The same plot has had a lot of permutations but the message is the same: your chances of getting laid are increased by having a gym membership.
Why? Because ....[a] People who go to the gym are horny;
[b] There is something about the gym that makes people horny;
[c] Free sex comes with your gym membership but the marketing staff just forgot to mention it in the brochures and flyers;
[d] The sight of barely clothed toned muscles triggers the thought of sex;
[e] Sexual release is the best conclusion to a day's punishing workout.
A? B? C? Wrong!!! The answer: ALL OF THE ABOVE.
So I did enroll.
On my first day at the gym, I was on the prowl. I was more interested in looking for that girl or guy to spend time with after my session than in hitting the treadmill. My eyes were roving and my head was turning. Much to my disappointment, there weren't that many attractive people working out that Saturday morning. Maybe the attractive people, aside from myself, are still in bed after having a great lay last night. Or perhaps, receiving an early morning blowjob.
Anyway, he found me. As I headed to the dressing and shower room, I saw this guy near the door. Although he appeared to be having a conversion with two or three other guys, he had a ready smile and slight nod when I turned to him. The smile and nod were welcome and I instantly reciprocated with a smile and a good morning.
I am saying that he found me, instead of me finding him since as I stated earlier, he already had a ready smile and nod for me even before I spotted him. He saw me first.
The guy was gorgeous. He looks like the erstwhile Filipino model-sexy actor Christian Vasquezv (see photo inserts). He was wearing a tight white collared shirt and blue jogging pants. Instantly, from what he was wearing and how he was dressed, I tried to imagine the details of how he would look without his clothes on. I had no doubt that underneath he would have a heavily muscled torso, nice pecs, a six-pack. Later that same day, from a distance, I admired the bulge of his crotch and his round tight ass.
He turned out to be a one-on-one fitness trainer in the gym and his name is Herc (well, at least for the purpose of this blog and to hide his true identity).
I have not had a conversation with Herc nor with anyone from the gym about him but I have observed him enough in my three following visits to the gym that although this guy is straight, he is willing to just lie in bed and have his dick and balls sucked off by another man and have his cock shoved up another man's ass.
I am not the type of person who easily ascribes that another guy is gay. I 
am very cautious about saying that this or that person is gay. I've met enough gay people in my lifetime, whether in or out the closet, to be able to conclude that guessing who is gay has no rules. Yet, and I say this with much confidence and authority, I am positive, certain and categorical that Herc the Trainer, although he is straight, has done it with another man and in all probability will do it again.
Why the conclusion? Well, from that Saturday morning that we first exchanged courtesies, there have been subtle flirtations between us. More accurately, there have been mutual subtle flirtations between us. We have not had a conversation, yet we smile to each other everytime we cross paths. I have not seen him give the same smile to other male patrons of the club. Sometimes, when he is in the company of a client or his fellow trainer, he does not give me the usual acknowledgment of my presence. And one time, while he was dressing, he waited for the precise moment that I passed by his spot before he shucked his pants down, revealing to me his black bikini, his bulging cock and the outline of its round helmet. I quickly observed that "he dresses to the left". He even smiled at me when he caught me taking a glimpse too many on what he had just revealed.
I know that sex with Herc is just a matter of time. I know that he is waiting for the right moment, as I am. For one, I think that he does not want to jeopardize his job. He is careful not to have a reputation of being a gym instructor-gigolo and expose Fit! the reputation of being a pick-up place. A very attractive friend of mine, Paolo is a member of another gym, Cityhealth. Once, he was able to get more than a massage from a therapist. He gave the guy's name to another patron of the club until the poor devil earned a reputation and was sacked by the manager. I think Herc is trying to evade a similar fate. I do not want him to be dismissed either. Second, I think he wants to confirm whether I suck dick.
But yesterday, I've inched closer to bedding Herc the Trainer. After gym, we found ourselves alone in the elevator and we were both on the way home. I introduced myself and, just to further show him that I had my eye on him, responded "I know" after he gave his name. I asked him where his home was. Although his house was not exactly on my way, we both agreed that he can ride with me to the nearest MRT station. We talked a lot during the ride. I gathered that he is still single but has a steady girlfriend of about three years, has a college degree from a reputable school, and is only waiting for his papers so that he could join his family in Chicago. He is sharing an apartment with a cousin.
Anyway, we did not part ways at the train station. It was nine o'clock and I asked him if he wanted to have dinner. He demurred. Of course, trainers do not eat dinner, silly me! We found ourselves in Starbucks where we shared stories over coffee (for him), green tea frappuccino (for me) and pastries. After coffee, I told him that the train station has closed and it was better that I drive him home. He demurred, again, but was eventually persuaded.
When we stopped in front of their apartment, there was a moment of awkward silence. His last words to me before he went out the car was "My cousin is probably home now".
My cousin is probably home. What does that mean? Would he have invited me into his shack if he knew his cousin wasn't there yet? I am telling you that shagging Herc the Trainer is only a matter of time. I have drawn first blood and I am inching closer. And I am telling you, my condo is always available and no cousin ---his or mine--- will impede that from happening.
