Working the front desk of my local gym has proven to be one of the most rewarding jobs I've ever had.  Well, not financially rewarding, but I get a free membership, tons of free advice from trainers and nutritionists.....and all the hot ass studs I can look at (Yes, look at.  Although we are gay friendly, the hottest guys here are all straight).  I've almost become numb to the average guy anymore.  Constantly surrounded by all the beautiful, athletic trainers and members has me almost oblivious to when an actual good looking guy is standing right in front of me.  A good 60% of our members belong in an Abercrombie catalog!!! It's the craziest thing I've ever seen.  I've worked at a lot of gyms, and never before have the guys been this hot. 

Now, I'm not so shabby myself.  I became obsessed with working out 3 years ago when I got my first job at a gym.  Then, I was 5'9", 173 pounds, and about 23% body fat....not so cute.  Now, I'm 28, the same height, but weigh 175 pounds, and am 5% body fat.  A pretty drastic improvement.  I have short buzzed hair and hazel eyes.  I am a little hairy on my chest and stomach but I keep it all trimmed and neat.  Although I shave my face every day, I still have a "5 o'clock" shadow by noon.  My best features have to be my ass and legs.  I played soccer for 16 years and have a perfectly rounded, muscular bubble-butt and the most muscular calves you've ever seen.   The great thing about being in such good shape is that all the hot guys feel comfortable asking for advice and spots.  I'm totally out of the closet but don't necessarily give off the gay vibe.  The only way to really know for sure is if I, or someone else, tells you.  I guess it's from always trying to play along with the "cock show" at the gym.

Out of all the studs I deal with every day, there's one that just gets my cock throbbing.  His name is Darren, he's 25 years old, 6'4", 235 pounds, shaggy brown hair, crystal green eyes, and a smile that would knock you off your chair.  His long, chiseled torso comes down to a perfect "V".  He has meaty pecs with quarter size, pink nipples that you want to nibble on for days.  His body is naturally smooth except for the treasure trail running down from his navel and disappearing into his shorts.   He comes in six days a week, twice a day and hits it hard.  From my desk I can watch him make his way around to all the machines, but he mostly sticks to the free weights right by me.  He's always in his own world, as he rarely talks to anyone.  He always shows up with his earbuds already in and his music thumping.  The first time I spoke to him, he was just asking where some weight collars were, and to my surprise he was very articulate and intelligent.  We actually talked for about 10 minutes about random shit and people at the gym. 

One day, when he was done working out, he came by the front desk and ask if any of the trainers were here to check his body fat.  I told him there weren't any at the moment but either I could do it for him or he could come in the morning and have one check him.  He