Old Habits Die Hard.

Delio, aka the guy I lust for in the gym, is back. I first saw him back in the club ---since the last time he was there more than three months ago during the Christmas party--- last Holy Tuesday. His sudden re-appearance took me by complete surprise. It was like seeing someone you've long believed to be dead. I really thought that he has cancelled his membership in the gym and that I would never see him again. Yet, there he was.

I immediately recognized Delio from the time that I entered the gym. At the reception, I specifically asked for the key to the locker below Delio's customary locker. It was available and I was handed the key. Delio has already charmed his way into having the same locker being virtually reserved for him by the staff. Curiously, Delio alighted from the bike he was riding and followed me to the changing room. He did not approach me though as he made a turn to the urinals. However, I saw him eyeing me as he made his way out of the men's room.

To my credit, I did not much mind Delio. I just went about my workout agenda for the night and did not as much as glanced at his direction. I did not notice him leave the gym.
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Before I write another entry that I have exorcised (Exorcised, November 07, 2007) the ghost of Delio in my unpure thoughts, the events of last Friday has once again put my heart and mind into a spin.

When I went to the gym Friday night, Delio was using a cardio machine called wave. I knew that he had just arrived at the gym because he would always start his workout with a fifteen or twenty-minute cardio. After that, he would do weights, ab exercises and several stretchings in between. His cardio of choice is riding the bike. He rarely used the wave or the treadmill.

I got changed and then proceeded to the gym floor ready to sweat the night. My preferred treadmills were both occupied (the ones strategically placed to offer a great view of the traffic below and the city lights above) and so I resolved to use the bike to start my workout. I have already mounted the bike when I noticed that Delio's wave machine was right in front of my bike. I noticed that he was already slowing down at fifteen minutes but afterwards he set the machine into another thirty minutes.

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The twenty minutes that I spent on the bike was a period of physical and mental exhaustion. Our respective physical positions gave me a great view of Delio's bulbous butt as he semi-danced on the wave machine. Delio was wearing a fitted white sando and his favorite red shorts. I could not help but admire the v-shape that his back makes from his broad shoulders to his waist. I could not help but imagine him on top of me, in missionary position, my hands gripping him by the waist as he rams inside me and his pelvis makes the thrusting movements that rocked my world. I could not help but, on my mind, grab his full ass and ram it harder into me. I could not help but thirst for each drop of sweat that glistened on his shoulder. I could not help but imagine how its salty taste would wash away my thirst.

My mind was all fucked up. I could not concentrate on what I was doing. Thankfully, one of my preferred treadmills was free. However, even then, I found myself glancing on the other end of the floor, reaching for a glimpse of Delio as he grunted and lifted weights.

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Quincy and I met that night and we had dinner at Ebisu, a Japanese resto. Even with Quincy squinting his sparkly eyes in front of me, I could not wipe the image of Delio on the wave machine and how I much I wanted ---really wanted--- him there and then. While trying to keep up with Quincy's story of how his team is practicing with and adjusting to their new import I asked myself: Where was Delio when I was having problems with Quincy? Why did he have to return now when I have once again ---at least for the past week--- began seeing Quincy?

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As I previously wrote, I terribly missed Delio last January. I was having problems with Quincy and was craving for a rebound guy (to that, I must admit). At that time I had even resolved to ask Delio out. I even thought of inviting him to the Maroon 5 concert. But he was nowhere to be found.

Now it's torture. Iwant things between Quincy and me to work. But Delio, to me, is such a temptation. The only way I know to triumph over temptation is to give in. What good would that do me?

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[Ordinarily I would have photos of actor Jonathan Rhys Meyers to accompany blogs about Delio, a tribute to how they look alike. But I got these pics of Brazilian model Edilson Nascimento fresh from the web and these locker and shower room pictures kinda remind me of how I would be teased by Delio's dressing and undressing in the gym.]

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