Work & Working Out: Jordan & Jeremy

I'm baaack! I really just haven't had time to put in some good ol' blog time (it takes me a couple of hours putting together just one post between the actual text and the pictures/videos). I wanted to make some changes in my life so the blog has somewhat been the least of my priorities. This doesn't mean I'm totally abandoning it because I still believe it's therapeutic for me, and I've loved sharing my life with you.

One of the things I wanted to change is my body by putting on some mass while going for an eight-pack. Right now, my body's lean (think somewhere in between a runner and a swimmer) and I'd really like to just gain about 10lbs more muscle. I know it's not going to be easy. I started circuit training at the gym 5 days a week about a month ago, and sometimes I even do two-a-days. Wish me luck!

Now to the blog title. There's two guys that work out at my gym that I also work with at the nightclub. One's Jordan (just a reminder that I always change the names to protect our privacy), and he's the one I mentioned in an earlier post that also works in an all-male revue. He's got a lean frame so we have similar difficulties adding mass. We're always eating! This guy is so pretty that local magazines, websites, and other nightclubs have dubbed him as "one of the most beautiful people" in our city. He's also got these gorgeous blue eyes (sorry you can't see!) to go with his blinding smile. One of the things I've realized over the past month is that I'm surrounded by such amazing people that I'm really a fucking idiot for the way I was pining for Gymnast Guy.


Speaking of great eyes, we also have a new co-worker named Jeremy. Except his eyes are green. At first I thought the guy was going to be a meathead, but he's actually turned out to be one of my favorites at work in a very short time. He's very down-to-earth despite his past job with Playgirl, and he's even offered to personally train me at no cost! If I did have a new crush, it would be this guy. It doesn't help that he's confided in me that he sometimes does "muscle cam" for extra money. I almost asked if he masturbated on camera, but I thought that would have been too telling. He voluntarily shared that it wasn't totally nude. Uh huh. He says he finds it interesting that gay guys ask to be humiliated online. Oh did I mention this guy is straight? His feelings about money makes me think he can be convinced to do gay-for-pay porn if the price is right. I'm not saying he's a gold digger, but I think he has grown accustomed to a certain lifestyle which his job at the club isn't paying for.

As I'm writing this, I do realize some parts of my life are quite unbelievable. Is this guy for real? The answer is yes. I guess I'm a very lucky person. But the grass is always greener on the other side, right? I'm not totally happy with my life or myself, and that's why I initially started this blog. I don't think I've been really "in love" yet. I'm not yet in a job that I would consider a career. I'm in a pre-midlife crisis! (I'll save that topic for another post.)

The Gym & Sean Cody

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Style & The Well-Dressed Guy

I started this blog thinking I would be able to post daily - boy was I wrong! Between balancing two jobs and actually having something substantial to post about, blogging on a daily basis can be very challenging. So after a few days of absence, I've decided to share a little of my past on here. Well...something did happen Thursday night that prompted me to give you readers some back history.

I was working at the nightclub entertaining some friends that were celebrating their birthdays together (trust me I'm getting sick of birtdays too). Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a really cute guy giving me a look of recognition. He had brown hair, a lean build, and a boy-next-door look. I don't really make the first move on guys considering I'm not really out of the closet so I just continued to chat with my friends. Next thing I know, the cute guy touches me on the elbow and asks me if I was at a certain hotel the other day. I was. The guy says he recognized me because of the way I was dressed that night (a fitted gray sweater vest, a navy skinny tie, a striped blue shirt and charcoal pants) and that very moment (a dark aquamarine shirt, a black vest, a b&w striped narrow tie, and black pinstriped pants). I thanked him, and I was glad it was dark cause I started blushing. We exchanged names (we'll call him Noah). He asked me what I was doing at the hotel that night (I was visiting a friend at the bar) , and I asked him what he did there (he's in accounting). Noah also introduced me to his friend who looked a little annoyed. I thought maybe his friend was straight and didn't approve of us having a conversation that excluded him so I grabbed a couple of my female friends and introduced them. He didn't seem interested in them. So Noah and I started wrapping up our conversation, and I gave him my business card. I didn't really know how to ask for his phone number so I missed my opportunity. When am I going to learn? While the whole interaction did make me smile, it also made me remember that I wasn't always the well-dressed guy.


In fact, between high school and college I went through about three fashion phases. During 9th grade, I had somewhat of a nerdy/grunge look - I had acne, braces, and wore oversized plaid shirts and baggy jeans. The high school in-crowd took me in during 11th grade after I ditched the braces and lost the acne. My style switched to a hip-hop look since that's what was in at the time. I still wore baggy jeans but I wore Adidas, a lot of jerseys and bright colored XXL activewear even though I was only a Medium. By the time I won Homecoming King I was leaning towards more of a preppy look. This helped me a lot when I was rushing fraternities in college. I wanted to be a part of one of the two best fraternities on campus - one which resembled an Abercrombie & Fitch ad and the other looked and acted very spoiled like the guys from the movie The Skulls. I'll let you guess which one I ended up joining.

I started working at the clothing store as a sales associate my freshman year in college, and it's taught me a lot about fashion and style. The two can actually be very different. Someone can be very fashionable but lack a sense of personal style. I've only decided within the past couple of years that I would rather be known for having a sense of style than always wearing the latest trends. I'm still working on editing my wardrobe cause I'm somewhat of a shopaholic, but it's all coming together. And with what happened Thursday night, it looks like my decision to pick style over fashion has paid off.

Hugs & Crushes

Several months ago, my friend and I were hanging out by this gorgeous fountain surrounded by a beautiful garden. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted three beautiful women just kind of standing there. Part of my job at the nightclub I work at is increasing our hot clientele, so I immediately grabbed my friend to talk to these ladies. We said hello, introduced ourselves, and asked if they were just visiting (cause the fountain was somewhat of a tourist spot). I found out they were Miss America contestants, but that one of them was actually thinking of moving here. She was actually the most receptive out of the three so I was very excited. I invited them to have drinks later, but they declined. They had to get a full night's sleep and get up early to look refreshed for a show they were filming - completely understandable. I exchanged numbers with the one moving here (we'll call her Katie) so that we can keep in touch. As I was still reeling from shock that I met three of the most beautiful women in America, my friend and I said goodbye.


I received a text from Katie over the summer saying she broke up with her boyfriend who was supposed to move into town with her. I was sympathetic, but a little happy inside. You might be thinking...wow this guy's a predator hoping to score with a vulnerable chick on the rebound. But that is far from the truth. Yeah, I'm very infatuated with her (she's a fuckin knockout), but this girl is also sweet and genuine. Not something I would expect from a pageant candidate. If I'm not her type, I hope to at least get a good friend out of it. Anyways she told me she was going to be out of the country for Miss America goodwill projects but that she'll move into town after that.

Well yesterday I finally talked to her and found out she had moved here already. Gymnast Guy might make me feel like a schoolgirl, but Katie makes me feel like a schoolboy! We haven't made specific plans yet (cause I'm very busy this week...birthday and going away parties again - go figure), but I told her I'm taking her out on the town as soon as I get the chance. She loves the idea - I can't wait! That just made my whole day yesterday. Well...almost. Something else made my night.

I went to my favorite Wednesday club last night only to find out the female host that usually takes care of me had resigned. She not only helped me out at her club, but she also shopped religiously at the clothing store I worked at. She is this hot, edgy looking girl but is truly sweet as pie. I was determined not to let this ruin my night - I looked at it as a chance to network with her other co-workers. I think I scored like six phone numbers last night (MOSTLY for networking purposes of course)! AND to top it all off, I ran into a former crush of mine.

When I was in college, there was this half white/half Asian guy in a rival fraternity that was built and very attractive. I had a computer class with him where I swear I caught him staring at me while adjusting his bulge a few times. I would almost get instant hard-ons. We would wear our fraternity shirts to class so I thought maybe this guy is just trying to catch me do something gay so he could use it to slander my fraternity (very juvenile but boys will be boys). So I ignored it. Well after we graduated, I ran into him at my store and kind of befriended him. I saw him maybe once a month after that.

Well he was at the club last night, and when he passed by I instinctively grabbed his bicep to say hi. He then gets this huge smile on his face and gives me a hug that I'm going to have to describe. It's not one of those hugs where the guys have space in between them while they give each other a pat on the back. Nope, this hug was so tight our packages were rubbing up against one another. He then whispered "I'm so glad to see you" so close to my face that I could feel his breath on my cheek. I stepped out of the hug and shouted "I'm glad to see you too!" The music was loud, but if one spoke loudly it would still be audible. I didn't understand why he needed to whisper so close to my face. He proceeds to grab my torso and hold me against him again and whisper "I've missed you. What have you been up to?" At this point his mouth is almost touching the area of my cheek close to my lips. I had to step back or else he would have felt my growing erection. Actually I took a few steps back so he's not able to "hug" me again, and we continued our conversation. Meanwhile I had a co-worker from the nightclub (who doesn't know I'm bi) just kind of look puzzled behind me. I tell my co-worker that this guy hasn't seen me in forever (really it's only been a couple of months) and he's drunk so he's just excited to see me. We didn't have each other's numbers so we exchanged them and said our goodbyes. Well his goodbye included another "hug." I wasn't going to complain but this guy is making it harder and harder for me not to just make out with him, undress him, and fuck on the spot. I'm getting another hard-on right now as I write this!


If you're a straight guy, do you hug other guys like that? To the point where your lips are practically touching each other's faces? Where not just your upper bodies but your lower bodies also meet? This guy is ripped more than I am, and our hugs were so tight I could feel his back, chest, ab, and arm muscles through his shirt. I really even shouldn't call it a hug - it was more of an embrace. Well now at least I've got another option if my flirtation with Gymnast Guy doesn't pay off!