I have a gay personal trainer who fits my budget
By: Adam somewhere on the East Coast
As a gay man, I know how important it is to look attractive. Come on, it’s not like people in our community don’t judge one another based on looks, right? And so, when an opportunity comes along to enhance your appearance without causing you to go broke, why not go for it?
That’s exactly what I’m doing right now. Here’s my story, warts and all, because I have a feeling, I am not the only one doing it.
I’m 23 years old and live in a major city on the east coast. After I graduated college last year and found a job at a telecommunications company, I realized that I wasn’t in the best shape. Oh, I wasn’t fat or anything like that. But I did notice I was on the skinny side and seriously needed to put on some muscle.
When you are sitting at a desk all day and don’t get a lot of physical activity, you are either going to get fat or go flabby, you know?
So, my roommate, Bobby, told me about a nearby gym that was offering a “Buy One – Get One Free” membership. Because both of us are pretty much cash poor, we decided to go in fifty-fifty on the it, allowing both of us to join. Not a bad deal, huh?
So, after work each night, we both began heading to the gym together. Because Bobby had a lot of experience with strength training, he was able to give me some pointers on how to do the exercises.
To be honest with you, I had only been minimally exposed to weights back when I was in high school as a basketball player. I just didn’t know that much.
And so, during one gym visit, when I was trying to do a bench press on the flat bench, Bobby started to get all annoyed because he said I wasn’t doing the repetitions right and that I wasn’t getting the full range of motion. I was like whatever dude – don’t be a jerk about it.
“You should get a personal trainer man – it’s supposed to come with the membership. At least use one to learn how to do the exercises dude,” he said to me.
After I thought about it for a little while, it kind of made sense. I am sure he was sick of me asking how to do this and how to do that. Plus, I figured the shit was free so why not do it?
The next day at work, I called the gym and asked about how the whole thing worked. The club manager said that all members are entitled to 3 complimentary sessions with a trainer and that afterward, members were able to hire the person for additional time.
The guy I spoke suggested that I try it because I would at least get to know more of the basics. I was like cool – that works.
He made an appointment the next week for me with Hector, a certified fitness trainer who apparently had openings during the time I was available.
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When I walked into the club and told the attendant I was there to meet a trainer, she pointed me towards a hallway with a bunch of tiny ass offices and said he was in the last one. All I can say is that when I found him, I about shit twice and died.
Hector was sitting at his desk in a pair of black shorts and wearing a white tank top with a pair of gray and white Nikes. The dude is smoking hot and looks like Ryan Guzman but with more mass. And he always smells like he's been near a campfire – like a cowboy.
I introduced myself to him and told him about my fitness goals.
As we sat in this small space and discussed our plan of attack, I pretty much could tell the dude was gay. I mean, there are some things you just know based on the vibe you are getting. He’s not effeminate or any shit like that.
It’s just that when our eyes met, we both knew. And he had to be able to tell that I was into him – like big time.
What I didn’t know is that he was also attracted to me. More on that later though.
So, yeah, that night we he started training me. He showed me how to do three different chest exercises the right way and he also taught me some bicep stuff. And we made small talk in between sets, which helped us both to get to know one another.
I found out he is 33 years old and born in Puerto Rico. He moved to the area a few years ago but didn’t say why. And yep, he is in fact gay but not completely out like I am.
He said there were family reasons for it but that if anyone asked about his true story, he said he doesn’t deny it.
Back to the training …
Gay Personal Trainer Story
For our next two sessions, things pretty much went like they did during the first one. Each time we met, he showed me the exercises by example and then let me mirror what he had just done. On our third and what supposed to be our final session, he showed me how to do upper and lower legs, including calves.
Did we sometimes flirt with one another? Yeah, that happened. Did I mind when he touched me to position my body the right way to do the exercises? Umm – no. Why the f@# would I?
I was really bummed to learn that if I wanted to keep Hector as a trainer, I would have to pay $85.00 a session. That wasn’t his fee but instead, what the club charged.
There was just no way I could afford that with the low salary I was earning and the ridiculously high level of student loans I was carrying.
And I was very straight up with him about my situation. I didn’t try to BS him or anything. That’s why I was surprised to hear about an option he wanted me to consider.
Long story short, he has a membership at a private gym studio that is just for trainers. They book their time with their clients during times that work for both people.
The only catch he told me is that he couldn’t poach people from the gym I belonged to and port them over to his private practice. Technically, since I hadn’t hired him through the gym, I wasn’t officially a client yet.
He offered me a fee of $25.00 a session. I felt bad because I couldn’t even afford that. Isn’t that some sorry shit? It’s true, don’t have that kind of money.
I live hand to mouth and to keep it real, if I lost my job tomorrow, I would be screwed. I told him “thanks” but would have to decline.
That’s why the next deal he laid out kind of worked. Here it is and I’m not kidding.
Hector is allowing me to train with him once a week for one hour, early in the morning. All I have to do is hook up with him. That’s it. And because the dude is insanely hot, I agreed. Come on, wouldn’t you?
So, he’s been training me now for about six months. I’m putting on muscle and developing a pretty kick ass physique. He’s getting his needs met too. Once a week, we do our thing when nobody else is around and that’s it. And he gave me a cute nickname – Chico!
Yeah, there are times when it feels like work for me because he's on the large side but most of the time, I am into it. He must be too because it is still happening.
Next week, he’s going to show me how to do plyometric exercises. He said it will help me to develop strength and power. I’m totally down with it.
Hey, whatever works for someone, right? Now go ahead and judge me all you want.
Peace.
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