Date: Sun, 13 Apr 2014 13:31:18 -0400 From: Daniel1989a . Subject: Y Boy-Part 1 Y Boy This story, like all my stories is fantasy, nothing in this story is true. Please think about donating to the nifty.org site and help it keep running. At 37 years of age I had been a personal trainer for for over 15 years and the owner of my own gym for 5 years. Due to the economy and a few really stupid investments, that all came to a crashing halt last year. I lost my gym and with it, all my clients and now I had gone through almost all my savings and was in jeopardy of losing my apartment and actually ending up homeless. My parents had died in an accident years ago and with no siblings or other family that I was in contact with, except for a few friends, I was alone and on my own. The only things I had going for me were my drive, personality and a body that I had worked on and honed since starting to work out at 14 years old. Now at 37 I was 6 feet tall, weighed 185 pounds and since I had been able to salvage a few weight sets before the bank took my gym, I had been able to stay in shape, although not nearly as well as when I owned my own gym. Every morning I went for a long run, then would work on a different muscle group in my apartment with my bar bells and dumb bells. I longed to belong to a gym again, working out at home and alone kept me in shape, but was not even near to what I usually did. Every morning after my workout I would check myself out in the mirror and notice another muscle group that was getting smaller. My physique had been the envy of most of the women and men at my gym and though it was still better than average for a body builder, the losses were mounting. After checking myself out I would check online and in the papers for job opportunities, hoping to see a personal trainer needed ad or even a job opening at a gym doing anything. I figured if I could get my foot in the door doing anything, at this point that included cleaning, I would at least be able to use the facilities and get myself back in tip top shape. The real kicker, the thing that really brought everything home to me happened a few weeks ago. I got home from my run to find a note from my boyfriend of almost 3 years telling me that he was moving on. I had known we had issues for a while, but thought we would stay together and work them out, but to add insult to injury, his note was wrapped around an over due bill from the cable company telling me I was being cut off the next day for non payment of my bills. I was sitting at my desk looking over bills and my bank account and figured even stretching things, if I did not find a job in the next 2 weeks, I would be out on the street. The thought terrified me and as I was wallowing in misery the phone rang. I almost did not answer it but I saw on the call display that it was one of the few real friends I had, Neil, so after 5 rings I picked it up. "Hey Neil." I could tell he knew how down I was, I had never been good at hiding my emotions. I felt my face start to quiver as he said, "Hi Jackson. Are you okay buddy? You sound down." I felt tears in my eyes at his genuine concern as I said, "As good as I can be man, was just figuring if I don't find a job in a couple weeks I'm going to lose my place." Neil was a great guy and I knew if he could help he would, but he just got by himself and had no extra money to lend me and even lived at home with his parents so I could not even crash on his sofa. Neil lived quite a bit north of me so I only got to see him a couple times a week at best since he worked in the city not too far from me. I felt despair leaking into my head, but then perked up when he said, "I'm not sure if it will help and it might be gone but as I was walking to the subway after work today I saw a help wanted sign out front of the YMCA. It's the one on Mason Street, I wrote down the phone number for you." Having owned my own gym and been a personal trainer for so long a job at the Y would be a huge step down, but I was at the point of taking anything so I said, "You're a great friend Neil, I appreciate it more than you can know." He gave me the number and we talked for another 20 minutes, then he had to run and I was again alone with my thoughts. In my town, the YMCA was kind of the bottom of the rung when thinking about gyms. It tended to be filled with very low income people and many who were on assistance, but being there myself now who was I to be judgmental. I dialed the number and got through to a woman named Marcy who arranged an interview with me the next morning at 9 am. That night I planned my interview in my head, thinking of all my good points, having worked out since I was in my mid teens, owning my own gym and being a personal trainer. Plus I had emergency medical training as well as a couple degrees in nutrition. I felt as good as I had in a while as my head hit the pillow that night and for the first time in a while I fell asleep almost right away. I woke early and went for my run, then since it was Thursday, I worked hard on my back, shoulders and arms, then ate a high protein breakfast, showered and pulled on slacks, a polo shirt and my best shoes. The YMCA was not too far way so I walked out into the sunshine and enjoyed my walk there. One good thing about where I lived, nice warm weather all year long. I had walked by this location many times, but had never been inside, so I was surprised when I entered at how big it was. There was an open feeling to the entrance way and when I looked up I saw it was on several levels. Directly in front of me was an administration desk and beyond that I could see a very large pool. I walked up to the desk, waited my turn and when the woman asked what I need I said, "I'm Jackson Miller, I'm here to see Marcy please." Her smile lit up her face, a look I was used to from many of my clients over the years. She held out her hand and after i shook it she said, "Nice to meet you, I'm Janice. Did you kno.......?" Her smile wavered a bit and her face started to flush and before she said anything I knew what she was going to say. This had happened to me so many times it was common now and seeing her embarrassment I said with a laugh, "That I look just like Matt Damon, but taller right?" Janice gave a nervous laugh and I saw that my words had put her a bit more at ease as she said, "I guess you get that a lot, it's incredible, you could be twins." With the ice broken we talked on and off for about 10 minutes, easy talking while I waited for Marcy to come down. When she arrived I saw that Marcy was a little over weight, had dark brown hair and was at least 55 years old. After Janice introduced us Marcy opened her mouth and said, "Did you know you look just like......?" Janice actually cut her off laughing and said, "We've already established that he looks just Like Matt Damon, but a lot taller." The three of us started laughing and after bidding good bye to Janice I followed Marcy upstairs to her office. The first part of the interview went well and I could tell that she was pleased with my degrees and experience. Then she said, "The job would be a few jobs in one actually. You would give advice to members about using the machines, you would run an aerobics class a few times a week and you would be responsible for showing new members around. If it works out, then after a year or so we could talk about making you strictly a personal trainer for our plus members.." I told her that would be great and after filling out some forms she took me on a tour. There turned out to be 3 pools, a main pool for free swimming, an aqua fitness pool and a plus members pool. She explained that there were general members and plus members. Plus members paid more and had their own pool, locker rooms and weight rooms. Until she told me, I had no idea the YMCA did that and as I saw more I became more and more impressed with what I saw. Almost all of the weight machines, exercise bikes etc looked almost brand new, the pools were all huge and very well maintained and there was even a very nice juice/snack bar. There were a few basketball, hand ball courts and many large rooms where different classes were taught, everything from simple yoga to advanced, what they called boot camp classes. We ended up back in Marcy's office where she explained that new members would call me and make an appointment and that I would give them the tour she had just given me. She then showed me a bunch of equipment that I was very familiar with from my own gym that was there for the plus members, or regular members for a small fee that analyzed their body masses, letting them know how much weight they needed to lose, fat to muscle ratios, water content etc. The interview ended a while later when Marcy said, "Everything I have seen so far is great, you are actually over qualified. Let me check on your references and I'll give you a call one way or the other in a couple days." I thanked her and as I was leaving Janice smiled at me and said, "Nice to meet you, I hope you get the job....Matt." We both laughed genuine laughs and I walked out into the sunlight. As I walked home I felt better than I had for months and even stopped on the way and splurged on an expensive iced coffee. Later that evening the phone rang and I grabbed it a little too quickly and actually dropped it, luckily it did not break and when I put it to my ear I heard Neils' voice, "How did kit go Jackson?" I told him all about the interview and after talking another 10 minutes I hung up and and read until much later I fell asleep in my chair. I had not been sleeping well lately, but the possibility of a job had made me sleep very deeply so when I heard the phone ringing it took me a while to shake myself awake. I managed to answer it just before it went to voice mail and heard, "Jackson, this is Marcy from the Y." I greeted her warmly and then heard her say, "I'm very happy to let you know the job is yours if you still want it." I thought to myself, if I still wanted it and almost laughed but I held myself and told her, "Thank you so much Marcy, when do I start?" They must have been desperate because she asked if I could start the next morning. Even if they were not desperate, I was and agreed quickly and after finding out what time, we spoke for a few minutes and then hung up. I pumped my fist in the air, feeling better than I had in a long time, I finally had a job. I called Neil and let him know, then I went down and talked to my building manager and let him know that I would be able to pay the rent. He seemed pleased, we had always gotten along and I knew he was not happy about possibly losing me as a tenant. The next morning came quickly and after my run and workout I ate, then made a small lunch for myself and put it in a bag, then grabbed my gym bag and put a pair of shorts, sweat pants a t-shirt and some towels, then walked outside. I arrived a bit early but Marcy finally let me in and showed me the employees change room, gave me a YMCA shirt to wear and after I changed we went to her office where she gave me a pass card to get into every room in the building, then showed me to the gym where I would be teaching an aerobics class starting in about 20 minutes. The class went well and I got many compliments on my technique from several of the women. I felt good, that I had just done my first real work in a long time, so I headed back upstairs and for the next couple of hours gave tips and advice to men and women about their form while using the weight machines and cardio equipment. Almost everyone I helped gave me a double take when they first saw me and I must have heard how much i looked like Matt Damon, but taller about a hundred times by the time I broke for lunch. While eating Marcy told me I had 3 appointments for body analysis after lunch and we quickly went over the routine and requirements. It was pretty basic stuff that I had done many times before, so i finished my lunch and went to my office and made sure all the equipment was working and clean. My first appointment showed up a bit early, a large woman in her 40's who was going to be just starting a work out routine. I could see she was easily 50 or 60 pounds over weight and that she looked nervous. I calmed her as best as I could, knowing how vulnerable she must feel standing in just shorts and a t-shirt then weighed and measured her height, then took her waist, chest, arm and thigh measurements and entered them into the computer. I then applied a bit of lube to the sonogram probe and after telling her to move her shirt off her right shoulder I applied it and the computer took the measurement of body fat. After doing the same to her arm, hip and thigh we sat at the table as the papers printed out. Once they were done I showed her the papers and graphs and then set about working out the best routine for her, which would be cardio intense. Her paperwork said she had seen a doctor who had given her the green light that she had no health issues so I took her into the weight machine room and after trying a few she decided she liked the stationary bicycle and the rowing machine. The rowing machine was one of my favorites as it not only gave a good cardio workout, but it also gave a total body workout. She thanked me and I was not sure how serious she would be about her routine, but she surprised me by getting on the rowing machine and getting to work right away. My next appointment was on time and I was almost shocked at how overweight he was. He was easily in the obese category and I had to respect his will and determination to lose weight. He had a letter from his doctor explaining his health conditions so after weighing and all the measurements, it took much longer than expected to tailor a routing just for him. Because of his health concerns and the fact that he talked much more than needed and kept going over the same point many times, by the time I finished with him and looked at the clock I saw that if they were still here, I was over 30 minutes late for my next appointment. I watched please to see him put his shirt back on and finally walk out of my office. I was about to go down to the desk and apologize to my next appointment if they were still there when I heard my name paged over the intercom. I rushed to Marcy's office, feeling terrible and hoping I would not get fired, but she smiled at me and said, "Let me guess, your last appointment went over time because he kept asking you the same question five or six times?" I blinked wondering how she knew, then she smiled and said, "He's a regular here, he comes a coupe times a year and gets the evaluation, but then never shows up to exercise, you'll probably see him again in a couple months." I felt relief that I was not in trouble as Marcy said, Janice called up and said your next appointment is still here waiting, so to make it up to them offer a full plus member evaluation to them for free. The plus evaluation was much more detailed and it meant I gave a guided tour of the entire facility and would be that persons trainer whenever I was not busy with other things. I told her I would and ran up to my office, wondering what enormous person would be there waiting for me, then almost shook my head in shock. Sitting on a chair outside my office was a boy I figured to be about 14 years old. He was wearing a Yankees baseball hat, a blue and white striped hooded sweatshirt, blue jeans and sneakers. When he heard me come in he looked up at me and I found myself staring into the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen, they looked like the finest jade ever found. His eyes opened a bit wider when he saw me and I knew what he was thinking even before he said, "I'm Scott. You look just like....." His voice trailed off, probably not wanting to say it so I finished for him, "Matt Damon, only taller?" He let out a small laugh and I watched as his eyes seemed to swim around as he laughed. His face was unblemished, with full red lips and though not much was showing under the cap, I could see he had light blonde hair. I stuck out my hand and when he did the same and we shook I said, "Nice to meet you Scott, I'm Jackson. I'm really sorry for being late, my last appointment went way over time. I'd like to offer you a plus member evaluation for free to make up for it, if that's okay with you?" His face showed wonder as he asked, "What does that mean?" "Well, the plus member evaluation is much more detailed and will tell you a lot more about your body, plus you get to come back in three months and see how you have progressed. You also get a guided tour of the entire building by me and I will in essence be your personal trainer when I am not busy with my other duties." I could see he was interested right away, his eyes took on a little sparkle as a smile crept across his face and he said, "Wow, Matt Damon as my personal trainer, how cool is that?" We both started laughing and I liked right away that he laughed out loud, an open friendly laugh that sounded adorable coming from his mouth. After a minute I asked, "Did you bring gym wear?" He looked at the gym bag beside his chair and said, "Yes, the woman who set up the appointment told me to, it's right here." "Okay well I need you to change into it to do the evaluation, do you know where the locker room is?" Now his face showed hesitation, then he nervously asked, "You mean I have to change and come back up here?" I wondered why that would make him nervous so I said, "Scott if you are nervous about me, I can ask someone else to come and witness the evaluation so it's not just you and me." I saw right away by his look that that was not what concerned him. He thought a moment, averted his eyes, then looked back at me and said, "I only brought my swim suit Sir." I still did not get what was making him nervous, boys his age always wore baggy shorts so I said, "You can drop the Sir stuff, it's Jackson. And wearing your swim trunks will be fine, we'll be measuring your chest, thighs and calves anyways, makes it easier." The expression of concern on his face was adorable and I found myself again getting lost in his beautiful green eyes, then when he absently reached under his hooded shirt to scratch and I saw the bottom of his tanned abs, I was shocked that my cock actually moved a bit. I put the clipboard I was holding in front, then listened as he said, "It's just that...you know...it's a long way from the locker room to back up here, and I'll just be wearing my swim suit." I thought I understood now so I said, "You can wrap your towel around your waist and then take your shirt off once we go into my office you if you are a bit nervous." He cleared his throat and said, "I didn't bring one, I always get one on my way into the pool, it's easier that way." Now I was sure I got it, he used the YMCA towels that are handed out at a table just before entering the pool and he did not want to walk up here in just his trunks so I said, "If you want, you can just go into my office, close the door and take off your shirt and shoes and put your swim trunks on, then let me know when you are ready." He still looked anxious, but not nearly as much as he asked, "Okay Si.....Jackson, where is your office?" I pointed behind him, he smiled and stood and I guessed his height at about 5'8", then he turned to walk into my office and I was startled to notice I was staring at his butt as he went and walked into my office and closed the door. As I waited I thought about how my cock had moved just from seeing the bottom of his abs and how I found his eyes almost impossible not to stare at, and how cute his butt looked when he walked and wondered if I should have someone else not only witness this evaluation, but actually do it for me. I was just about to call one of the other employees when I heard Scott's voice through the door say, "Okay I'm ready." God, even his voice was cute. I kept the clipboard in front of my crotch, opened the door and could not help staring. Scott was standing in the middle of my office wearing nothing but a bright blue, very tight speedo. I hope you have enjoyed this story. It is part 1 of a very long series. 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