Kevin pt.1

part of my series

The idea of hooking up at the gym never crossed my mind. When I go to the gym, I hit it hard. I focus on my workout, pumping those irons making sure I target whatever muscle(s) I am working on and when I am inside the cardio room I make sure I am drench with my own sweat. I love it. And when I see another hot man doing the same, or less than often a woman, it turns me on. I hardly check out men, I rarely notice them unless they are admiring themselves in the mirror making it odious or if the path of our eye suddenly crosses as we were glimpsing at each other working out. Once that happened, the imagination game is one. Guessing, wondering, wanting to do what two freaky men do behind close door and under that sheets.

When I first noticed Kevin, I did not give it much though. He was a bit like me; he comes to the gym do whatever he had to do then leaves. He was very hygienic. He always wipes down the equipment before and after he uses them. He was a quite dude, not those guy who moan or breath hard as he do his heavy sets but he had his dismannerism. I try not to look at him much because he looks very serious and he was not into wasting time or play game and to avoid being caught and told-off. These men especially the hardcore women lover can be very disrespectful. Though it never happens to me, I make sure it never did. From time to time he would communicate on his cell phone, don’t know who but always assumed it his pretty girlfriend or whomever. As long as it did not disturb me I am was good.

He was tall, about 6’0 or so, dark sexy smooth skin, facial always cut no go-tee no mustache giving him a younger year appearance which he was not. Wavy Light Caesar that is always fresh, and with a handsome masculine facial. He was attractive in his own ways. He was always in layers. Wearing a long sleeve shirt with another undershirt and long sweat I could never tell how his body type was. Little did I know, I thought he was one of those tall skinny dudes trying to get in shape for the fast approaching summer? But I was wrong. I was Very wrong.

This lifestyle has its negatives. I was never the type to look at image or body before deciding. I was one who often argues against the contradiction of those shallow types of preferences and how love doesn’t look at what you want but at rather what you need. Like the wise word of Lauren Hills, “what you want might makes you cry and what you need pass you by” and when that happen what is left. How can u decide which is good or bad. The image does the trick but the underlying factors the right mind and the right person. That is what happened with Kevin. I did not need him but rather want him and your needs and wants are two different things.

My attraction for Kevin was purely base on his body. This one time, I come in finding him in a white V neck t-shirt fully exposed to the elements. He was not a tall slim man, but a tall well fully define man with lot more to grad and touch. His check was fully developed, muscular, in which the V in his shirt emphasize the cut in his chest. His back, his shoulders, and his arms were amazing and hi purposely loosely tight t-shirt expose every bits of trench cut in his muscles. This was no boy I previously thought this was a man whom there was more to love more to grab. My mind was going wild. My dick was excited, my blood my nerves was fully awake fully aware, fully function as this Adonis.

From time to time my focus was on him, not entirely but occasionally. I even felt that he knew I was staring and when our eyes would cross my heart was beating like a man beating on an African drum. He was doing his thing and I was doing his. He was communicating with this other guy and a rage of jealousy rose upon me like a firer hot thermometer. Why was this other dude talking to him? He thinks he slick? I kept on thinking to myself. Though the other was good looking it angered me. Maybe it was because he was not talking to me and found him to be the center of attention or maybe because he was talking to him. I did not want to have unhealthy though such as these in my head. He was not my man, I don’t know him and even if I did, that is now a way to react. I cleared my mind and got over it. But from time to time, I could not help examine him and could not help wanting not, to first fuck and to possibly grow and have this long lasting relationship.

to be continued.....

I took this pic where i am from, it remind me of a mysterious deep place