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HIS EX IS AN ALPHA MALE
(Attention: My native language is Spanish, so maybe some parts will be a little bit awkward).
PART 01
I met my current boyfriend, Enrique, at a gym in Madrid where I work as an instructor. He drew a lot of attention when doing exercises. He had a muscular, tanned body, green eyes, and a strong, hard ass, very highlighted by the sweatpants he used to work out. When he did squat exercises, you could see that people gave him eager looks, sometimes turning away so as not to make him uncomfortable.
I will present myself. My name is Fernando, I'm 29 years old, I'm a teacher and personal trainer at this same gym. I was born in Vigo, but I moved to Madrid at the age of 17. I am 1.78m and, because I have a professional and personal routine very dedicated to sports and training, I manage to maintain a body that many guys want to have: six-pack, big arms, low body fat.
I share an apartment with a friend named Ander, whom I met at the Faculty of Physical Education. Ander is originally from San Sebastian, works at the same gym as me and is the same age and height. We have similar tastes, perhaps with one exception: he considers himself a power bottom and I consider myself a power top. Many friends ask us how we are not together, but the truth is that we knew each other as friends, started to go out to gay places together and we decided that we would keep the friendship. Once we had sex, when we are very drunk and, that day, we realized that our friendship had already overridden any sexual tension that could exist. It was better this way.
One day Ander and I were together at the gym at lunchtime and Enrique arrived to train. I asked Ander if he had any information about him, and he smiled, telling me that he always knew that day would come, because he was the subject of the moment at the gym. Ander told me his name, that he was 35 years old, that he was an engineer and that, to my delight, he liked men and that he was bottom-only. He added that he had already seen him naked in the locker room and that he had a very impressive body.
"It even shook my convictions," he joked. It got even better when he told me that this new gym user had already asked about me, wanting to know my schedule, with the excuse that he had heard that I was a great coach.
I then agreed with Ander that he would cover me for when Enrique's training was over and I would go to the locker room to personally check out what he had under his gym clothes. I have always avoided any similar situation, because the gym is also my working environment and I take care that situations like this do not lead to harassment. But, as there were already signs of an interest, I decided to risk a more erotic and discreet than direct approach.
(Attention: My native language is Spanish, so maybe some parts will be a little bit awkward).
PART 01
I met my current boyfriend, Enrique, at a gym in Madrid where I work as an instructor. He drew a lot of attention when doing exercises. He had a muscular, tanned body, green eyes, and a strong, hard ass, very highlighted by the sweatpants he used to work out. When he did squat exercises, you could see that people gave him eager looks, sometimes turning away so as not to make him uncomfortable.
I will present myself. My name is Fernando, I'm 29 years old, I'm a teacher and personal trainer at this same gym. I was born in Vigo, but I moved to Madrid at the age of 17. I am 1.78m and, because I have a professional and personal routine very dedicated to sports and training, I manage to maintain a body that many guys want to have: six-pack, big arms, low body fat.
I share an apartment with a friend named Ander, whom I met at the Faculty of Physical Education. Ander is originally from San Sebastian, works at the same gym as me and is the same age and height. We have similar tastes, perhaps with one exception: he considers himself a power bottom and I consider myself a power top. Many friends ask us how we are not together, but the truth is that we knew each other as friends, started to go out to gay places together and we decided that we would keep the friendship. Once we had sex, when we are very drunk and, that day, we realized that our friendship had already overridden any sexual tension that could exist. It was better this way.
One day Ander and I were together at the gym at lunchtime and Enrique arrived to train. I asked Ander if he had any information about him, and he smiled, telling me that he always knew that day would come, because he was the subject of the moment at the gym. Ander told me his name, that he was 35 years old, that he was an engineer and that, to my delight, he liked men and that he was bottom-only. He added that he had already seen him naked in the locker room and that he had a very impressive body.
"It even shook my convictions," he joked. It got even better when he told me that this new gym user had already asked about me, wanting to know my schedule, with the excuse that he had heard that I was a great coach.
I then agreed with Ander that he would cover me for when Enrique's training was over and I would go to the locker room to personally check out what he had under his gym clothes. I have always avoided any similar situation, because the gym is also my working environment and I take care that situations like this do not lead to harassment. But, as there were already signs of an interest, I decided to risk a more erotic and discreet than direct approach.