Work Out

So, as I was on the elliptical, five miles in and bored out of my mind, I started watching Bravo's Work Out on my iPod. I was pleasantly surprised when one of the issues that they tackled in the second season's premier episode was how one of the trainers, the super cute gay trainer to be specific, got fat. Now, getting fat is relative -the trainer, Jesse, qualified that he wasn't fat, he was at worst "gay fat." This is totally true. But it was still hot to see him running around and working out shirtless with his little baby belly. He's not only a trainer, but also a trained chef. haha HOT. I wager that baby belly is here to stay.



He's so sucking in. Download the episode on iTunes. Nothing after the jump.

Growing Up - Chapter V

So boys, here we go -the great deviation... I'm pretty anxious about this chapter, being it's my first foray out of the realm of my personal experience with the ex-boyfriend I've been writing about... What actually happened is a somewhat less romantic and stimulating story, so, I offer you a vision of what might have been. There's more love, more food, and, most importantly, more boyfriend (although the real boyfriend that Evan was based on did continue to expand for as long as we dated... Devious little me, always the encourager). I am sure you guys will enjoy this little view into a sweeter alternate reality.

If anyone had any comments, I'd particularly appreciate them. And thanks to everyone for all the positive feedback I've gotten already.

Read the next chapter of Growing Up after the jump.

Growing Up

By Get A. Snack

Chapter V

Just as quickly as Evan had started on his belly-shrinking fitness kick, he appeared to have ended it. Every high-calorie food that had disappeared from the kitchen was back in full force. Desserts, main courses, foods that after years of dating I had never even known that Evan had liked. The freezer was stocked with a variety of ice cream, the fridge with everything from home-made lasagna to cake. No low-carb, splenda filled anything. With food like this everywhere, I was going to have to start keeping an eye on what I ate if I didn’t want to put on weight.

Evan’s self-consciousness about his weight seemed to just evaporate. He started wearing the clothes that he had deemed himself too fat for again, sometimes even leaving a little crescent of belly hanging out of the bottom. I’d come home and find him passed out on the couch, waiting for me, with an impressive amount of empty food containers littering the table almost every night. I couldn’t tell if he was actually putting on weight or his belly was just kept constantly full by his newfound willingness to indulge, but whether he had gained or not, I knew if he kept eating like this, growth would be inevitable.

“I love croissants” Evan mused as he chewed a flaky croissant that he had been dipping in Nutella. Evan and I were having breakfast in bed. When I say breakfast in bed, I mean, a real, full breakfast: eggs, bacon, sausage, toast slathered in butter, and a host of baked indulgences from i Dolci.

“Well, I love you.” I smiled at him. Evan leaned in so I could kiss him, and I couldn’t help but notice some powdered sugar from an previously consumed doughnut clinging to his stubble. I brushed the sugar off his face, pulled him in close, and kissed him. He tasted like chocolate and hazelnut. Instantly I was hard.

“Well, well, well…” Evan smirked, noting my erection tenting the sheets over my legs. “Look what we have here… He seems to be waking up at the strangest times lately”

Evan grabbed my hardon firmly, took another bite of croissant, and looked me firmly in the eyes.

“Mark, you know I love you. A lot. All of you. Just the way you are. You know that right?”

There was a sweetness and a strange vulnerability in Evan’s eyes that reminded me of the first time I had ever said “I love you” to him. It was the same look that had first pushed me out of my comfort zone to admit that I really cared about him. It was the look that made me sure that he really did care about me for exactly what I was. And as he looked at me I could feel myself being pushed out of my comfort zone once again.

“Look Ev, I gotta fess up about something. There’s stuff about me that I’ve never told you about… Never really told anyone about actually, but, I wanna tell you, I’ve just been scared to, which is dumb but, well, here I am, telling you. I guess the easiest way to say it is…”

I paused as I searched for the right words. Evan smirked at me again.

“You don’t honestly think I don’t already know about you and, your, uh, quirks shall we say, do you?” he asked with a playful incredulity.

“Uh… You know that I like.. um..” I was too embarrassed to form the words.

“Me a little beefier? Or a lot beefier as the case may end up being?” he offered sweetly.

Evan smiled at me and patted his stomach.

“You don’t think this has gotten as far as it has totally by accident, have you? Look at me! I was an athlete not so long ago.”

“But I, uh,” I chuckled “I thought I was pretty good about covering my tracks.. How did you figure me out?”

“You’re not half as slick as you imagine yourself to be babe. It took me a little while, but, you left some pretty obvious clues. I first knew something was up when we moved in here and I started to put on a few. I thought I had you completely figured out. I noticed that you noticed, the change in me as I relaxed about what I ate.. I noticed you staring, grabbing at me differently when we had sex, little things, nothing too big. I thought, ironically, you were bothered by the weight I had gained. Hence my misguided weight-loss kick. I wanted to make sure you stayed attracted to me.”

Evan smiled at me and dusted some croissant out of his stubble.

“So how did you find me out?”
I chuckled nervously. He was talking about it all so matter-of-factly, this huge secret I had kept from everyone. I was shaking a little, like I was cold. I tend to do that when I’m being really intimate with someone about stuff that makes me nervous.

“Aw, babe, you’re shaking, c’mere”

Evan put his empty plate on the night table, wrapped his arms around me, and laid us both down on the bed.

“Baby, it’s okay. It’s really okay. You’re not as much of a weirdo as you think.”

“Yes I am”

“No you’re not”

“How’d you find out? I really am curious”

“Remember the other day, when I came home from my run and found you jerking off?”

My eyes went wide as I realized what I had done. I left files open on the laptop. I closed it but I didn’t log out. The incredible, obsessive me had been so consumed with not being late to that stupid meeting. All the years of sneaking around, of hiding this part of myself, undone by one thoughtless, rushed action.

“I left stuff open. On the laptop. Wow. I’m not slick at all…”

“What do you expect baby? We share the same computer. Once I saw those sites, a whole bunch of other smaller clues made sense to me. The little stuff I had mistaken for judgment was actually just interest.”

“You’re not freaked out?”

“I was a little confused at first. I mean, all this stuff is pretty far outside the conventional conception of what gay guys find sexy. But I poked around on the internet, and through that folder you left open. I can understand the appeal I think. A big, masculine guy, doing what feels good, being relaxed in his own body. I mean, I’ll always lift and keep healthy, but, I can definitely see what’s sexy about a guy who knows how to, indulge I guess. And I can totally see the appeal of turning you on. Since I stopped trying to diet, you’ve been hard almost constantly.”

I blushed and looked away. Evan took my hands and put them on his stomach.

“You approve?” he asked me in a vulnerable and earnest tone.

“Do I ever babe. Do I ever.”

“Well thank God. All of this eating by myself was getting kind of monotonous. Now maybe you won’t feel so self conscious about, oh, what do they call it… Encouraging me?”