New gym

A few weeks ago, I decided to change gym. I'd been a member of my previous gym for almost ten years but when new management arrived, there were changes which annoyed me in several ways so I decided to look elsewhere. In any case, London has some good gyms with multiple branches these days, so opting for one with a branch close to my home and another branch close to the bank where I work makes much more sense.

After a couple of workouts at the new gym I decided that my old workout needed a face-lift, so I approached one of the eager young gym staff that are always hanging around the desk in the main workout area.

"Hi, I just joined recently, so can I book a session with someone, to sort out a new exercise routine for me?"

"Hey, sure thing," he replies enthusiastically, "do you prefer male or female trainers?"

Of course I always prefer doing it with guys, but I've never spoken with this trainer before so I'm not going to say it like that!

"Well, I guess I prefer a bloke," I say in my best business-like voice.

"No problem mate, I'm Mike," he says smiling at me and offering to shake my hand. "I'll sort something out for you, so when do you want to come in and see me?"

The session with him the following week was very useful. He had an honest, down to earth, heterosexual kind of approach to everything which I found quite refreshing. Looking back, my previous gym was quite gay. In contrast, the gym near work is full of clean-cut masculine city guys, sweating with heavy weights in the workout area, and chatting with each other about their jobs and wives in the changing rooms.

Even so, beneath the straight appearance I've already spotted some potential for activities! My previous gym used to have a sauna in the men's changing rooms, and it turns out that my new gym still does.

Indeed, on my second visit I visited the sauna after my workout, and it ended up that there was just me and another guy in there both sitting naked on our towels. Glancing over at him, I couldn't help noticing that his equipment was gradually getting bigger, or was I imaging it? In fact the more I glanced over at him, the bigger it seemed to get. I guess my own reaction to the situation encouraged him further, and soon he started playing with it. I wasn't at all interested in him, but not having been in that situation for a while I just couldn't stop watching. Unfortunately I didn’t get to find out how far he was going to go because another guy came in and interrupted him. None the less, I think I'm probably going to enjoy the new gym!