In The Gym

I’m in the gym in between exercises, sweating, catching my breath. I’m sitting on the Leg Press, the next machine for me to use. I see the other guys on their phones in between reps and wonder at what are they looking. So, whatever they are doing, this is my version, writing my journal.

There’s a couple of muscle queens here with me, doing a mid afternoon workout. I don’t care if they suck dick, or lick snatch, truthfully, of course I don't, but all men in the gym look gay to me. It’s a very gay place. The shorts, and the exposed flesh, and the sweat. The dance music. The pumps, the humps, the grunts. They are grunting and sweating and pacing about.

I'm just sitting here questioning my life choices, watching a big lad on his knees pulling a lat pull down cable over the back of his head, over his shoulders, sweating, heaving. I'm watching his eyes squint, and his guns tense, his moves ever so reminiscent of ballet, well, perhaps modern, rather than Swan lake, but that's alright, when I am sweating and puffing and panting and my t-shirt is wet and stuck to me, in the gym, I am always questioning my life choices.

Of course, I imagined him in tights, his short shorts gave me a good idea what that would look like. The legs of his shorts are wide, I get glimpses of his undies, which I think is hot.

I laugh to myself at the thought of using mind power to make him get up and dance like a marionette. There would be ambient Japanese music playing, for a lyrical performance. He'd slowly take his clothes off, of course. Of course. Just down to his undies, I'm not a total savage. Then he'd pirouette and high kick, and twirl, oh yes, there would be a lot of twirling, lyrical twirling.

The walls are painted dark blue, and there are virtually no windows, I wonder if that is deliberate, or just a matter of circumstance?

I look around the room. I wipe the sweat from my face with my towel. Does it work like a captive cell?

I look around the room again, all the boys are still glued to their screens. 

Anyway, shake my head, this Leg Press isn’t going to work itself. Gotta go.