Gay gym guys

Every avid gym goer knows it’s an environment fraught with masculinity, tension, prominent personalities, groans, sweat, and pheromones. But navigating that space as a gay man comes with its. So here's an 8-step guide to help you pick up that cute guy at the gym! 1. Determine if he’s into men.

Regular workouts make great bodies. This

The first thing you need to do is determine if he's into men. In my experience, the. Mediocre workout, got to gym late and mind aflutter. Will do a full workout tomorrow:) Missing my old physique, but getting back at it! Happy Flex Friday! r/gaybrosfitness: Discussion on all things fitness. Our community is not limited to LGBTQIA+ or bros. Everyone is welcome!. Learn more about the complex intersection of gym culture, body image, and LGBTQ+ identity, highlighting the pressures, insecurities, and self-care essential to gay men’s well-being.

Regular workouts make great bodies. This group is for Gay Guys who are interested in Fitness, sports & Gym. This group is for both young and old guys. No Spam. Be respectful to others. There are secrets and betrayals we must take to the grave, as to utter them would cause untold destruction. There are opinions we can never admit, secret crushes we can never act upon, and sworn enemies blissfully unaware they are at war, because nobody says it out loud.

But I cannot hold back this confession any longer. It burns inside me, a raging fire that will consume me unless I finally get it out in the open. At last, the truth: yes, I am in love with each and everyone of you. The way you change into or out of your gym gear The lengths you will go to to stop me from seeing your precious, enchanting genitals, all to protect me, of course, as you know the mere sight of your shrivelled dong and its two hanging boulders would spoil me for all for eternity — no other man could compare to you.

You helpfully leave the door open and elaborately wash your brutally shaved wang while I try to use the loo and wash the sweat off my face. Your locker room behaviour The biggest treat of all, the one that really gets my breathing going, is when you posture and prance around the changing room, talking in great detail about whichever lucky, completely invented woman you had in your bed the night before. If only it were me who got to stare disinterestedly at your ceiling and watch a spider spin a web while you half-heartedly tweak my nipple and break into a hacking cough just as you speedily nut against my inner thigh.

I can but dream. If you take a moment to talk to your hysterically steroid addicted pals about how rubbish my weights technique is, it swells my pride only further. You can see me! Finally, I exist. And then I picture you lifting a dumbbell and look down tenderly on what I imagine to be your bright red, shiny balding head — face straining like a baby with colic — and dream of what I would say were you to place your head there for real.

I like a risk-taker. The way your hog all the machines Your refusal to budge from any machine fills me with admiration. So masculine, so intimidating! I watch the rest of them — the women and the other gay men — quake in fear and confusion, or debate whether to come up to you and tell you to sod off, and I know that I have truly found my alpha male. But when will I be your beta gay?

To come to use a machine and find your mouldy towel draped over it, like a flag plonked into the snow at the North Pole, feels like an honour. This is your time, my musclebound king. No matter where they go to do their programme, however many dark corners they find to congregate and exercise in private, you seek them out. Oh, that you would stop me and ask me your bullshit questions or offer to show me how to lift a kettle-bell.

The fact you get to do all of the above Equality? Some gym members are more equal than others. Yes, we may pay the same monthly fee and have access to the same machines and classes, but it is your kingdom, my lords, and I can only ever be a visitor. That you allow me into your world at all thrills me beyond compare. And even though you have yet to invite me into your most majestic of throne rooms — the accessible toilet where you take all your selfies and your steroids — it is enough for me simply to be near you.

So, yes, straight men at my gym, you are right. Us gay guys are in love with you, we will bum you at the first opportunity and everything you do, every part of your hench, honed body, is endlessly fascinating and appealing. More like this: — Where not to meet your next lover: The gym — Do you really need a six-pack to make an impact? Image: Flickr.