Serendipity 1
By Danny Piccolo.
“Ugh..!”
I had just finished a long workout and was running a bit later than usual. Still, the last-minute calls at work, the desire to push an extra set on that new chest press machine, and my exiting conversation with Linda at the front desk had pushed me into the twilight of the day. I turned around and headed back to the front door, hoping Linda hadn’t locked up yet. I stepped up just as she was approaching from inside to do just that. I smiled and shouted through the glass that I forgot my phone and just needed to run back into the locker room and grab it. She just smiled, opened the door, and waved her hand with a polite bow to accommodate reentry, ever the gracious owner.
“Have at it, I think there may be one or two folks finishing up too, let them know I’m locking up!”
I sprinted to the locker room and turned into the baffled hallway that hid the lockers and showers from view to the rest of the gym. Turning the corner and glancing toward the locker I had just emptied, I spied my phone on the bench before it.
There was someone else in the room, further ahead at a sink, washing his face, standing naked and glistening fresh from an apparently steaming shower. It was a body and face I was familiar with, one I had seen working out often to flaunt the results that made jealous people jealous. He was perfect. Blond, smooth, ripped with muscular definition, only Nordic genes could offer. A pleasure to see clothed, but unclothed was a most special treat.
I froze and stared.
Washing away the soapy lather from his eyes and lifting a towel to dry his hair and face, he refocused on his image in the mirror. Shaking his head side to side, is when he noticed me standing stock still and wide-eyed, staring at him.
“What the fuck?!” He grabbed the towel and shot it to his crotch as fast as he could and turned away from me – but it was too late. I spied him long enough to see an unusually small, smooth, and artfully shaved boyish nub with a trace of loose pink skin dangling off the tip. He reddened sullenly, grabbed his opened shave kit bag with his other hand, and turned away from me, darting somewhat clumsily out of sight.
“Sorry, I just forgot my phone…” I called out in response to his embarrassment, but there was no response.
I almost forgot my phone again, but finally came out of my funk, grabbed it, and hurried out. I quickly let Linda know that one more person was finishing up and walked out to a brewing sunset with a huge smile on my face.
The smile stayed on my face the whole ride home. I had to admit, a fantasy about the guy had crossed my mind many times. You see, I’m not like most gay men. Most gay men, I have been led to believe, like men with large cocks and big balls. Somehow, that is the accepted cliché for all gay men… Well, not all. You see, I am a rare exception to this belief, not being that well endowed, and now in my early thirties, I have accepted my physical fate, and my interests lie in discovering others of my making. What is more, it actually gives me much pleasure and has “grown” to enjoy the small state of affairs in my hand, and on rare and special occasions, some other hands as well.
“He has a tiny cock!”I actually blurted out loud to myself through a gleeful laugh, while finally arriving home and parking in my spot. Sometimes this wonderful, surprising world offers up something so unimaginable yet so lovely, like the aurora borealis or ice-cold oysters, or a gifted Adonis with a little secret who goes to your very own gym.
The anticipation of seeing him again at the gym dominated my waking hours, and the image at the sink haunted my nights.
Two days later, I headed back in hopes of ‘accidentally’ seeing him again in mid-workout mode. No sightings. On the way out, I waved to Linda, who was discussing new memberships with some local college kids, and she called back, “Haven’t forgotten!” She was a good businessperson. I gave her the OK sign to remember my recent request.
Four days would pass before golden boy, and I would be in each other’s presence again. I saw him walking towards me near the handball courts, and I nodded an even and unassuming nod as he came closer. Nothing passed right by me without any acknowledgment whatsoever.
This happened again two days later, while I was moving on to a leg machine he had just finished with. No response to my “Thanx” as he finished wiping his sweat off the pads and walked away.
Later, when I was leaving, Linda called to me with some good news. She was able to accommodate my request, which we discussed a week ago. One of the trainers had an opening and would be available to take me on, twice a week, on Mondays and Thursdays afternoons, if that worked with my schedule.
“Excellent, that works for me. Anyone I know?” But before she could answer, she had picked up the phone and was already taking an appointment for a massage.
“I’m sure you’ve seen him here,” she whispered while covering the mouthpiece. “Monday at 3:00 sharp!” And with that, she gave me a thumbs up and started speaking in her sing-song owner’s voice while flipping through her calendar.
Monday had arrived, and I was ready for full commitment. It was something I had been considering for a while, getting some focused help on my weight training and overall fitness practice. When I first moved here over a year ago to my new job and decided to get serious about myself and my health, (turning thirty will do that!) I joined this gym because I was told it was the best in the area, with a wide range of equipment and programs. Running some cardio on the treadmills and lifting weights with an unofficial program was good enough to make me feel like I was doing the right thing, but I found myself wanting more. I’ve always been a good student, so I thought having a trainer might be the best way for me to buckle down and make my workout days more productive and focused.
At 2:55 at the front desk, I stood waiting for my trainer. Linda was busy as usual and nowhere to be seen. Then I saw her walking towards me. At first, I didn’t know whether to smile or stay tight-lipped, for walking next to her was my Adonis. I could see his smile wane to a flat expression as they drew near.
“Here you go.” Linda blurted with a huge smile. “Chris, meet Danny — Danny, this is Chris. I’m surprised you haven’t met before. Danny is a great trainer, one of our best!”
We shook hands, my smile curtailed while I bit the inside of my lip, hard. Otherwise, I’d be grinning like a babe on Christmas morning.
“Good to meet you, Chris. Let’s start with some assessment work, OK? Thanks, Linda!”
No smile for me, but a quick one for Linda, as he turned away flatly and walked me to a small office where I was weighed, asked several formal health questions, and finally assessed my goals. I spoke as evenly as he did and dismissed the entire idea that we had ever met. He was so neutral that, at one point, I imagined he was someone else, that I must have been mistaken about the whole first sighting. Is this a twin whom I really hadn’t met before? The rest of the hour, we did some introductory exercises, and he explained proper posture and the use of a few of the more core machines and free weights. He outlined a pretty comprehensive workout routine for the first week. All very straightforward and professional. No smiling, just the facts.
Afterward, bewildered and still somewhat confused, I showered, dressed, and left. I sat in my car, just thinking about how to handle this. I couldn’t keep making believe nothing had happened. I’m just not wired that way. I saw him coming out, heading toward his car. I had a loose plan. Once I saw him shut his door and put on his seat belt, I walked over to him and motioned for him to open the window. He did.
“Hey, I just wanted to thank you for a great first session, and… I, I wanted you to know that… er, that I didn’t mean to a… to embarrass you that first time we met…”
I just put it out there like that. He grimaced and shook his head.
“Embarrass me?” he asked so innocently, then looked away a little too quickly.
I continued, “It’s just that some of us don’t mind the little things, can even be a turn-on… Have a great night.”
Then I suddenly winked. That wasn’t part of the plan, but for some strange reason, it just felt right at the moment. I turned and walked away back to my car. Would he yell something back? Should I have turned around? Neither. I backed out of my car and pulled away.
He was gone.
Seed planted.
To Be Continued…?
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