Gym techniques

 

Sometimes I see a guy and instantly I know they're gym sighting material. This was one of those times...Adam was doing triceps and chest and was pumped and huge and...then he came over and introduced himself.

I probably looked like an idiot, taking 10 seconds to respond and completely forgetting to tell him my name. Mutton chops and massive arms makes it hard for me to think.

Sigh. Slash fiction time:

Like a deadly peacock flaring it's feathers before attacking it's prey, Adam puffed out his chest as he sauntered across the gym. Most of the gym bunnies were impervious to his size, but the paralyzing effect of his beefyness was obvious on the Filipino mutt doing abs.

"Finish him," Adam grinned, waddling with his massive thighs as he went in for the kill. "Hi, I'm Adam." He said with unfaltering eye contact and a bounce of his pecs.

"Buhhhhh..." A direct hit. The scrawny gym kid was captivated by the mass standing before him. Now Adam just had to drag him home.

Heh, deadly peacock...heh.

Oh, Ginger Daddy. I see you at Gold's Castro every day. He's been on my gym sighting queue for months...and today, I saw his beautiful back tattoo and was suddenly inspired to move him to the front.

I'm posting a little late, so I'm a little drained to write slash for Ginger Daddy.

Ideas?

EDIT: Multimask has been so awesome and wrote some slash up:

Greggory worked out every day at Golds in Castro, hoping to catch even just a glimpse of a younger Filipino (perhaps Dutch?) muscle boy. He wanted nothing more than to talk to him, but he felt that he may not go for an older man, especially with a back tattoo and ginger hair. The most he could hope for was to fantasize about him from afar.

I saw him again today. Completely oblivious. Or, perhaps, completely enamored and too shy to talk :|

Oh boy oh boy oh boy...do I have a gym sighting for you!

He was easily the biggest guy in the gym, completely captivated my attention as he walked in slow motion from machine to machine. When my workout ended, he followed me to the locker room to tell me that he loved my blog. I'm pretty sure I was drooling and making whimpering noises until he waddled away.

Now for some much needed slash.

"It's...impossible," Jean eyed the skinny Filipino/Dutch kid skip across the gym, his resemblance to Jean's favourite vanity-blogger was uncanny: Noodles and Beef. Or, better known to Jean as the man of his dreams.

Stuck in San Francisco for a layover, Jean had completely forgotten that this was Dylan-territory. His heart beat quickly...perhaps he'd finally get a chance to tell the blogger how he felt. "Shoot, there he goes," Jean dropped his weights and quickly followed the lithe pinoy into the locker room, adrenaline pumping through him.

"Hey!" Great start, he thought to himself, assuming a commanding 12" height difference, "You..." he trailed, stopped in his tracks by Dylan's vacant mutt face, "You're Noodles and Beef, right? I-I love your blog!" Suddenly embarrassed, he ran out of the locker room.

Sigh. If only. Gym Sighting guy, should you read this, know that I just make this slash up because it's funny to make fun of myself online.

I took some artistic liberties, like how I liberated him from his clingy t-shirt.

What is a Silver Muscle Daddy? It's what Silver Fox Anderson Cooper would look like if he were a bodybuilder. Which is exactly what Eric looks like.

I almost don't think he knows how *strong* he is. Both times I've met him he's crushed me against his chest...kinda hot.

I hope you guys don't mind the purple...playing around with some not-so-warm colours.

This bear couple is always working out when I'm at the gym. I can't believe it's taken me so long to draw them!

"Francisco" has these awesome Aztec-looking tattoos. I tried my best to draw them from memory...but, my poor doodles really don't do them justice. And then there's his partner...a little taller, more fair skinned, but they share near identical builds and facial hair. Very woofy, in my humble opinion.

And now for some slash:

Where members of the Yakuza recieve a tattoo for every man they kill, Francisco used tattoos to record certain conquests...like trophies of game. Most men fell easily to his swarthy looks...Francisco only rewarded himself for seducing the most difficult and elusive of men: short, dirt-skinned, Filipino-Dutch guys aged 23-years that draw their gym sightings and have outlandish imaginations.

Yes...the most elusive and difficult of men. Francisco nicknamed them NABs.

Francisco had his eye trained on a particularly geeky NAB, one that was able to resist his fool-proof pickup technique: completely ignoring the guy.

Heh. NABs...

I hope you guys don't mind the slash. I feel like it adds some humour to these lazily-drawn gym sightings...

Oh my god, you guys. Do you remember these? I'm been posting so many photos I completely forgot!

Gym Sightings, I missed you.

Ever since I started working out with Mr J at Golds I've been inundated with beefy sightings...the selection of gym sightings is overwhelming. Do I draw the powerlifter couple working out in wrestling singlets? What about the triage of muscle daddies hanging out in the locker room...or the line of porn stars (no, really) waiting for Spin Class to start? No...I'll start with this beefcake. Blocking my locker because he was having trouble getting his tanktop over his lats.

Slash time:

Despite the packed locker room, nobody seemed to notice Agrius struggle to get out of his workout clothes. "Rude queens," he muttered to himself. This wasn't a problem back in the South. Everyone was so helpful to get his clothes off; a politeness he missed in this bustling city gym.

Sorry for the sketchyness—between my evening workout with Mr January, dinner with the powerbear couple and Heros I only had time for a quickie.

Oh my gosh, you guys, the Castro Gold's is such a scene. It's always at max capacity, wall-to-wall with guys as skinny and skinnier then me. SO, OF COURSE, when Mr January's powerbear friends walked in I had to do a Gym Sighting of them!

Mr January is so patient with me. I thought my form was good, but he's been thoughtfully correcting me during our workouts. Now I'm sore every day. Just two weeks ago I hit 230lbs, so I know it's working.

Here. Photo.

Now onto the good stuff:

Yes. It's been forever since my last gym sightings doodle. I've been casually drawing them in my "paper" sketch book ever since I bought a new tablet (I'm so contradictory) and I'm too lazy to digitize them.

With Mr January MIA-as-my-boyfriend-at-large, I've returned to my voyeuristic gym sightings. And what excellent timing. This lug was changing in the Castro 24hr this week. I'm a little rusty at both digital doodling AND writing these lame slash fiction blurbs, so please excuse the lameness:

Boris VonBeefBruin was furious. A lifetime of training for the World's Strongest Man Competition ruined after spraining his groin. He went against every monogamous thought and perused Craigslist m4m with reckless abandon, resulting in a broken heart and a ruined career as the world's strongest man.

"If only I had waited," he lamented, taking off his tank top in sloooow motion, "waited...for the one."

And there he was. That average-height-indeterminable-race guy. It was love at first sight. Boris' heart pounded...this was fate.k to Top