Body Pimp

As you all know, my latest addiction is going to Body Pump class at the gym. Oddly enough, you can't really tell, because I've been eating more too and just might be mistaken for something floating along during the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade.

Saturday I was setting up for Gal Pal and another co-worker, when I happened to notice a hot, tasty new face in the back. After closer inspection, it wasn't a new face at all! It was the yummy soccer coach at the local Catholic high school. I'd met him out before a few times and never got a vibe...not even a little blip on the ole gaydar.

Due to positioning, I couldn't exactly stare at him or get a good look, but everytime we stretched I made sure to sneak a peek. At one point, his shirt came up, revealing a tight and smooth chest, with just a bit of a treasure trail snaking downward.

When it was time to put our step and risers away, I made sure to return them right behind Hot Soccer Coach. He bent over, the outline of his sport briefs pressing through his soccer shorts. Double yum! As Sarah would say "I think I creamed my panties!" Seriously.

Jerry, my hair stylist, also cuts Hot Soccer Coach's hair and can't figure him out. He did say he's always very gay friendly acting, and even talks about looking out for any gay students to make sure they're not harassed or anything. A former student asked him recently, "Mr. V, have you come out of the closet yet?" He said he told her, "No, not yet."

Even if he's as straight as they come...it's still a nice fantasy.

"W"