My boyfriend Troy and I are traveling crosscountry from Upstate New York to Indianapolis to visit my relatives. Cleveland is a convenient halfway point, so we get a room at the Flex Club, which offers a full gym, two swimming pools, a steamroom maze, and a bar downstairs, and bathhouse facilities and hotel rooms upstairs.
7:00 pm
After we check into our room, Troy hits the cruising area, and I go to the gym. The only other guy there is not particularly muscular, obviously not a gym regular, gamely trying to figure out how to bench press.
I go over and offer to spot him.
His name is Lester. He's in his 20s, of medium height, unruly black hair, black eyebrows, and sharp features, not handsome but pleasant in a quirky bohemian way, He has with a thin chest, prominent nipples, and nicely rippled abs, plus a soft Southern accent that I find attractive. He reminds me of my Kentucky Kinfolk.I steer him toward the Nautilus machines and demonstrate proper form.
"So, are you from Cleveland?" he asks.
"New York, actually. I'm just here for the night. My boyfriend and I have a hotel room upstairs."
"Wow, I just have a locker. I heard the hotel rooms were nice -- I've never been in one."
"Well, come on up, and I'll give you a tour."
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