I used to run the front desk and pro shop at a World's Gym near my house. This was just before and during the time I was coming out but there was only one friend there who knew I was gay. She also went to school and was in AmeriCorps with me at Oakland University.

Needless to say, working at the gym was, at times....frustrating. There was one guy in particular named Christian. Christian was 21, about 5'10-6' tall, thick, curly dark brown hair, piercing green eyes, smooth young olive skin. He had a strong jaw and cheekbones and an incredibly handsome face. Apart from all of this, he had the most beautiful, perfectly sculpted body I have ever seen...to this day. Christian was my Adonis...my aesthetic ideal of male beauty.

Christian and I used to have very breif, cordial chats, always the "Hi how are you...nice weather" type. However, one day, he left me speechless. (which, if any of you know me at all is quite a feat)

I was closing the gym that evening and had made the announcement that the gym was closing in 5 minutes, please hurry and get out (basincally). Then I had to walk around and clean up a bit. The PA doesn't announce in the lockerooms, and I had to clean in there anyway. So I went in to the lockeroom, which was empty except that I heard one of the showers running. I headed over to the shower area to turn it off in the event someone left it on, or to tell whoever was in there to hurry his ass up and get out as I wanted to go home. When I got to the doorway, there was Christian. His naked body glistening in a mixture of soap and water running down his washboard abs, through his soft pubic hair and off his semi-hard swollen, gorgeous cock. His ass was shiny from the water and he was so beautiful I stopped and stared in awe. He looked at me, wondering what I wanted and suddenly my brain started to work a little bit again. I tried to mumble out some words and eventually told him that we were closing in 5, but he could take his time if he wanted because I had to stay to clean up anyway. Eventually my feet were able to move again and I went back to the front desk.

A month or two later, he overheard me talking to my friend that it was my last day working at the gym. He hurried over and asked if he could have my number so we could have lunch sometime. Of course I gave it to him and my friend was so excited for me that Christian had asked me out. Granted, I was younger and more naive then...but even I would have picked up that vibe long before then...so I made a bet with her that it wasn't a date.

Christian and I did end up having lunch. He wanted me...
to join his fucking AmWay group!

Hey...at least I won the bet.