The gym's crowded again. Full of young goodlookings. Well, the relatively young and goodlooking among gym society...

Three blonde girls showed up on Tues nite (I think it was) in matching white and blue cheerleader outfits... shirts knotted up in the front to expose their torsos, and super short shorts that showed some buttcheek and lengthened their legs. Ponytails. Obvoiusly high school girls. Obviously there just for as much attention as they could get. It was kinda fun watching each guy in the room look up from his weights, take notice of the girls and stare, or grin and point the girls out out to his workout bud(s)...

I don't go to the gym as often these days, and when I do, though it's god-awfully hot, I don't usually take off my t-shirt to work out in my sport bras or sport tanks because my nipples are rather large and poke when I wear anything that's not padded. I'm always quite self-conscious about that.

But the night the three girls were there was different. All eyes would be on them, and my nipples would get less or no attention at all while they worked the floor. That night, I got to walk around shirtless, chest out, feeling a lot less self-conscious. And it felt really good.