I’m having this problem when I go to the gym: I get too horny.

It kind of gets in the way.  I used to just go, do my workout, keep my head down, and leave.  I used to put on my gym gear at home, and then return home to shower.  This was in Australia, where my local gym was literally three minutes away (or roughly one song on my ipod), and was just a grungy local gym that was largely deserted and had crappy equipment.  Of course, now I go to Gold’s Gym, South of Market in San Francisco and, well…  How am I meant to fit in a workout with all the cruising I have to do?

Of course, lifting heavy weights and displaying just how fucking virile you are is part of it all, an extended foreplay.  It doesn’t help that I have a fetish for both jockstraps and sweat.  I know I am hardly alone in this.  But particularly, I love being able to glimpse a sweaty jock through the leg of a guy’s gym shorts.  When I’m doing calves, there’s a single leg raise machine directly in front of me when I can stare right down the length of a man’s leg, straight into his crotch.  At first I thought I was being creepy, then I realised, Hell no, they want me to look!

Yeah, I know the gym is about feeling healthy and fit, but it’s also about looking good, showing off and getting attention.  Most of us aren’t athletes, we’re gay men, and even if we’re not on the open sexual market, we still want to look so damn hot that if we were, we’d clean up.  We still all want to be desired, and to be able to look in the mirror and say, “I look fiiiiine.”

So I’m quite happy to be part of the loop; to be able to appreciate and get aroused by watching guys work out, and then in turn have them watch me.  I love seeing streams of sweat dripping down a sexy daddy’s torso as he gets off a cardio machine, and imagine my tongue licking up to his armpits, drowning in his scent.  I love seeing a big package pushing against satin shorts, balls swinging, thick cock outlined, and imagine cupping those big balls in my palm.  I love to see a mature man’s t-shirt ride up while he is doing a bench press, exposing hairy abs and his developed obliquus externus snaking down into his shorts, making a perfect arrow to his cock.  I love to imagine sitting astride him, feeling his cock get hard under me as I rub my perineum against his groin.  And I love to sit in the locker room, watching the guys strip down for the shower, then come back clean and fresh, and get dressed in their ‘civilian’ garb, covering that raw masculine sexual potential for their day jobs, or their friends, or their wives…