Lust at First Sight

2. Working Out

As the weeks went by, I gradually began to open up to Leo and talk freely about my life as we worked out. I guessed he must have been used to his clients doing this as he was an excellent listener.

The sessions soon began to speed by as I confided more about myself to him, moving from discussing exercise and diet to telling him about the ins and outs of my job, my social life and whatever else was on my mind that day.

Given sex and romance, or rather the lack of it, usually figured large in my life at the time (and ever since) I gradually began including this topic in our conversations as well, in the hope that confiding my personal life with him would encourage him to open up to me about what he himself was getting up to.

However, the instructor continued to keep a professional distance between us, preferring to listen rather than volunteer much information about his own love life - which still remained largely a mystery to me.

Then to my surprise, completely out of the blue, shortly after I had signed up with him for a second month of training, he had replied to a question I asked about how he'd spent his weekend, by confessing he’d hosted a jockstrap party at the gym for his friends.

So unexpected was this overtly sexual remark that it took me a few moments to digest it, confirming, as it did, not only that he was gay (which I had more or less worked out for myself by that time - though he had never said so) but that he had organised an event for his friends where they had paraded themselves around naked - as in my sex-obsessed mind “jockstrap party” was clearly just a code word for “orgy”.

After getting over my disappointment that I’d not been invited to the event, I was flattered that at least he’d decided to confide in me about it, especially as he then went on to confess that I was the only client he had told about what he’d been up to!

That thrilled me so much that I instantly got a hard-on that refused to go away for the rest of the session! I recall toying with the idea of asking him if he'd show me his party dress… but by then the conversation had moved on, so I’d chickened out.

However, Leo's first sexual confidence gave me hope that at some point in the future I might be able to break through his professional reserve and persuade him to mix business with pleasure after all. But, as the weeks went by, despite us getting on with each other better and better with each session that passed, and me giving him every encouragement to do so, he made no move in my direction.

I began to suspect that his resistance to my flirting must be explained by him already being “spoken for” rather than by his observance of some personal trainer professional code of conduct. The theory was backed-up by a white guy in his forties occasionally emerging from the house and exchanging a few words with him in private, whom I belatedly concluded must be Leo’s partner, in both the business and sexual meanings of the word.

Nonetheless, Leo’s intentional or accidental touches continued to electrify our workout sessions and I deliberated endlessly about the wisdom of making a pass at him, say by complimenting him on his good looks or even by risking giving him a kiss. So, when the 14th February came around, I hit on the idea of sending him a Valentine's Day card, in the hope that he would guess who his secret admirer was! 

But when at our session on 15th, he didn’t even mention he’d received it, I concluded Leo had either received so many cards that it was hard for him to guess who had sent them or that my lust for him was not reciprocated. That, or he had sagely decided it was best not to risk losing one of his best customers, his partner and his livelihood, for the sake of what could easily turn out to be the briefest of flings!

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By the end of my second month with Leo, I felt sufficiently self-confident to try out a gym on my own in order to help speed up my progress towards achieving a body that might be of interest to him.

I could now swagger around demonstrating the warm-up routine that everyone ought to follow (but didn’t), do a session on an exercise bike or rowing machine and then confidently work out using a selection of exercise machines and free weights.

A cruise in the showers, followed by a protein-rich hamburger and milkshake and a visit to the nearby gay bar were my reward for being so virtuous – though none of this generated as much excitement as my twice weekly one-on-one encounters with my charming and handsome personal trainer!

The ads in the gay mags had done their job and in April Leo moved his base to plusher, larger, shop-front premises in the high street a little nearer to the station. But I guess it wasn't all plain sailing as shortly after the move, I remember witnessing a bad-tempered exchange between Leo and his partner at the end of one of my sessions, which made me feel uncomfortable.

Had Leo jeopardised his relationship by succumbing to the advances of riff-raff such as myself throwing themselves at his feet, I wondered? Or was it the financial stresses of expanding the enterprise that were to blame? For whatever reason, soon afterwards I found myself being farmed out to other personal trainers that the business now employed on a casual basis while Leo focused his charms on wooing new customers.

It goes without saying that I was none too happy about this arrangement and agreed to it only on a temporary basis. Though the other trainers were not without charms of their own, there was never the same rapport with them as I had with Leo and no flirting on my part.

However, only a few weeks after the move to new premises, Leo announced that he was breaking up with his partner and wouldn’t be able to train me again for a while. He told me he would be setting up again on his own and would contact me again as soon as he was back in business.

Although I was heartbroken at the prospect of not seeing Leo again for several months, I had now gained sufficient confidence to use a gym on my own so would be able to continue to work out and maintain the progress I had made on reshaping my body - which had just started to pay off on the gay scene. It would also help provide some respite from the strain on my finances that my twice weekly personal trainer visits were having.

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It wasn’t until August that I heard from Leo again, when he contacted me to announce that he had set himself up in a new gym. Would I be interested in meeting him in a gay bar in Soho to discuss personal training? 

Although I realised his main reason for meeting me was plainly to keep my custom, I saw it as an ideal opportunity to advance my own agenda, so readily agreed.

I think I drank a little too much, as I can remember being much more upfront about my feelings toward Leo than I had ever been in any of our fitness sessions.

But despite all my flattery, drunken groping and open invitation for him to come back to my place for sex, Leo turned me down flat, whilst diplomatically assuring me that his rejection wasn’t because he didn’t find me attractive.

As I travelled home alone after my disappointment, my infatuation undiminished, I reflected that at least I had now got my sexual feelings for him out into the open and that perhaps this might pay dividends in the long run. Who could tell?

I certainly wasn’t giving up all hope of ever getting my hands on Leo’s delectable body, especially after his admission that he fancied me! In fact, my first visit to Leo’s new fitness studio raised my hopes that he might incorporate some sexual hanky-panky into our regular gym sessions that went beyond the usual flirting, as rather than facing the street, it was located in a basement room without any windows! However, despite us often being there alone together, weeks passed and still nothing happened.

I foolishly made this even less likely when a couple of months later I confided in Leo that the cost of my twice weekly workout sessions was stretching my budget. He promptly arranged for me to work out alongside another guy to halve the cost - so sadly as a result of my penny-pinching, the opportunity for me to make a play for him was curtailed to the few occasions when the other guy failed to turn up! Needless to say, I made damn sure I never missed a single session!

By the time December came around again my feelings for Leo were as powerful as ever. I still had regular fantasies about him dominating me in his gym instructor role, giving me impossible tasks to carry out and then punishing me when I failed to complete them by making me strip naked or suck his dick.

So, I took advantage of the “season of goodwill toward men” to make explicit to Leo that “no strings” sex with me was still on offer by sending him a Christmas card offering myself to him as his present!  On its inside, in place of the usual greetings, I formally indemnified him from breaching his professional code of ethics by having sex with his customers by awarding him written authority to touch me, take off my clothes and otherwise take advantage of me, whenever and wherever he chose!

After wiping away the cum from my belly after writing it, I foolishly signed and posted it in a flurry of festive excitement. However, in the cold light of day when I arrived for my final gym session before Christmas, I felt embarrassed by what I’d done.

With my session partner away for the holidays we were alone together, but despite this, Leo didn’t mention the card – though I figured he must have received it by then. As I relaxed in his company, I grew bold enough to enquire if he had got it.

He acknowledged that he had - but then said nothing more about it until I was about to leave, when he raised my hopes by proposing we meet up for a special one-on-one session in the New Year.

Although my Christmas was filled by fantasies of Leo subjecting me to the most delightful forms of sexual humiliation, when January finally arrived, the promised session failed to materialise.

A whole year had passed since I had first fallen for Leo, but despite my now having a washboard stomach and a body to be proud of, I was no closer to bedding him than on the first time we had met!

Covert and overt flirting, a drunken invitation to have sex and a written invitation for him to do whatever he liked with me, had all failed to win him over.

In a rare moment of insight, I reflected that he was almost ten years my junior, so perhaps I was guilty of foisting my older man's sexual fantasies onto a young guy who either didn’t have the inclination or the self-confidence to play the dominant role I had in mind for him.

I heaved a heavy sigh and decided it was time to come to terms with his rejection and make another New Year’s resolution – this time that I needed to move on and look for love elsewhere.

To be continued...