How to Gay?

2: Protein Shake

The day finally arrived! My body was more than ready to wear my brand new gym clothes for the first time. The smell of freshly woven threads was divine. One thing was for sure: this time, no scissors were required to make them fit. I walked into Solstice Gym in West 69th St. carrying my new gear and dropped it on the floor. I owned that place. I challenged everyone in there with a fierce look but didn't get any stares in reply. Sometimes you lose, I guess...

Jem was waiting for me sitting at the bar, drinking a neon-colored slushie using a swirly straw and notoriously flirting with the bartender. He really knows how to dress with gay outfits... What a lucky guy! He was wearing an incredibly brief short of the same bright green color of his slushie that was only long enough to cover his butt-cheeks. I still have a lot more to learn. I walked toward him, passing by a couple of jocks taking selfies on the gym mirror wearing tank tops and white shorts with not even a drop of sweat on their foreheads.

"Bernardooo! Hieee!" Jem yelled while waving his hands, enthusiastically, and running at me. He hugged me, but I wasn't entirely sure what to do with my rigid arms.

"Hi, Jem!" I greeted him, and after giving it a thought, I spanked his ass.

"OMGG!" He giggled. "Don't get me too excited. It's been ages since the last time I got spanked." *wink*

I could see his tongue, stained from the green slushie, twisting over and over again while speaking. Mighty tongue, if only I could learn a thing or two from you. The places you've been. Things you've seen.

"So... this is it?" I asked.

"Yasss! This is Solstice," Jem replied frantically.

"I read people were boycotting this place..."

"That was a week ago. Duh!" He said with disdain. "We're all back to business."

"Wh–what was the boycott about?"

"Politics."

I said nothing.

We walked toward the dressing room where I was sure I was about to face my first test: being in a place full of half-naked men. Was I ready? Was I worthy? For instance, I tied a ribbon with the colors of the LGBT movement to the strap of my bag. I was trying to make a statement, you know.

"What you are about to see, sister, is what I like to call 'heaven on Earth,'" Jem said to me in a funny voice. "You ready?"

I nervously giggled as I was only used to straighter dressing rooms. Those in which guys pee in the shower and struggle frantically not to drop the soap. Will I fit in? I've been practicing for a while my entrance, and now was the time to make it happen, make mamma-Jem proud, so I repeatedly nodded several times to let him know I was ready to shine.

Standing in front of the men's dressing room, I smelled the scent of crotch sweat, men deodorant, and gluten-free vanilla protein shakes from the outside. Jem grabbed the handle and began turning it open. My heart was beating faster than usual. What's going on? I ain't even started with my routine! I rushed and pushed the door closed. Jem stared at me in surprise.

"OMG. Aren't you ready?" He asked.

I said nothing and took a deep breath. My legs and hands were shaking like it was my first time at it. Jem put a hand on my shoulder, smiling at me, and talked to me softly: "I'll be gentle. I promise it won't hurt". I took another deep breath while staring at him and nodded again, letting him know I was ready. My palms were super sweaty by that time, and I could feel my armpits getting a little damper.