So I worked in a gym for several years...I saw a lot of things... At the time, I had just begun to accept who and what I was. Saying 'I'm gay' wasn't something that quite rolled off the tongue yet.
I had been the type of person who kept his head low and worked really hard. I got moved to the closing shift at my gym, and that's where the story kind of started.
I was always very by the book. I followed all the rules. The only problem was that nobody else did. For anonymity's sake, I am gonna be vague on certain details.
Some members at the gym would become very upset with me because they were used to getting things free that we actually were supposed to charge for. I had a hard time with this because it felt wrong to charge some people for the extra services and not others. I was just beginning my shift one evening when in comes this man who I will refer to as Miguel.
He was gorgeous to me, smooth skin like brown sugar...tattooed sleeves adorning his pretty massive arms...everything on him was well-built. He looked like the type of man who earned a living off of his callused vascular hands. He had deep dark brown eyes and thick eyebrows that seemed to glare into my soul threatening to reveal all my secrets.
I was intimidated by his rough exterior. And even more intimidated when he became upset with me because I wouldn't give him the aforementioned service for free...I politely explained that I would be more than happy to give it to him today, however, I'd have to enroll him in the service in order to keep providing it in the future.
He called me a rude name in Spanish and walked away. I didn't think much of it...as I was used to people getting upset by me following the rules. The next time that I saw him, and he asked for the service and I began to explain the rule, he went off on me. Claimed that I was discriminating against him personally.
I thought he was getting ready to kick my ass but he went into my manager James's office ...who happened to be working late. I could hear him yelling about me. James, to his credit, stuck up for me, and said I was doing everything the right way.
Miguel had calmed down by the time he came back out. He approached me, almost embarrassed.
"I owe you an apology, I've been having a rough time and, I shouldn't have... taken my anger out on you," he said.
I was really surprised by his change in disposition. I replied with a silly, "Dude, you're all good... The company pays me per insult. Call me a bitch again, I'm saving for a house, bro!"
And for the first time, I saw him smile. I was taken aback. It was stunning. I literally wanted to cry as I watched his usually tense face transform into one of the kindest. His eyes glittered catching the light. I was taken instantly. My awkward, sometimes quick wit, just became awkward, as I stumbled over my words.
Over time we became gym friends. He would stop and talk to me on the way in, and on the way out from his workout. He even began staying extra late to make sure I made it to my car okay, which I really appreciated as our gym was in a rougher part of town. He was very slow to open up... I got the feeling he didn't really talk much to anyone about anything real. He had two boys one about my age and the other almost about to turn eighteen. He seemed almost lonely.
Anytime he would become excited or show too much genuine emotion. He would kinda just shut down and dismiss himself to go work out shortly after.
One of the things that started to happen as we became friends, was that Miguel would stay later and later. By the end of the night, he would always be there to see me to my car. The gym was in a rougher neighborhood and I would be lying if I said it wasn't a comfort having him around. At first, I thought it was just in my head...A coincidence maybe. But I took note that even when Miguel wasn't talking to me, he would wait in the lobby till closing...or sometimes out in his car, and see to it that I made it to mine okay.
He would always brag about his women. He talked a lot about the women he was 'dating' (stand-in for banging). He would always say that one hit and they were addicted to his cock. It always made me wonder why.
One day he asked me if I was dating any girls. And I told him I was single; not wanting to be forthright.
And he said, "Why? You're a good-looking guy, you can get tons of girls." I decided, fuck it. I told him that I'm not into girls. That I was into guys.
Confusion washed his face, and the conversation got really awkward before he dismissed himself to work out. As he walked away though, he did something he had never done before...
He looked back.
Sometime after, it was another closing shift for me, and Miguel had come to work out...as the night went on and I began to close the gym, I realized that I hadn't seen him leave. I did my walkthrough, making sure the place was empty. When I got to the locker room I heard a shower running...
Now, Miguel never showers at the gym. I walked in and called out that we were closed in a loud voice. But heard no answer...no body movement. It sounded to me like the shower water was hitting nothing as it made its way to the floor.
It's not uncommon for people to leave the showers running and just leave. I approached with caution though...calling out
"Hey, we're closed!"
Nothing could prepare me for what I saw next.
I opened the shower door to find Miguel inside showing. Creamy suds melted off of his perfect body. It all happened in slow motion. I got a view of his ass, round and yet firm. The V of his back. And without warning he turned toward me and I got my first glimpse of his massive hard cock. It had to be a solid 8" and thick...his balls were plump and hung low as well in the steam of the shower.