Paul Porter, better known as Pauletta, is a popular San Francisco drag queen, and is considered by almost everybody who knows him to be one of the most beautiful and alluring drag queens in the city. He revels in that status and, to maintain it, he needs to keep himself in the best condition possible, so he is a member of a gymnasium located in the Castro District. Among most of The Castro's gay denizens, bars and clubs are the centers of their social life but, for him and many others, this gym is almost as important.
When Pauletta goes out socially, he always adorns himself in the sexiest and most feminine attire he can, including miniskirts, silky blouses and crotchless panties with matching padded bras from Fredericks of Hollywood. His face is carefully made up and his long blonde hair cascades down over his shoulders, because he knows such a hair style is sexier and more alluring to men than any kind of elaborate coif could ever be. However, he also knows when he goes to the gym, the situation is different. He wears the same clothing on the way there, even including heels, but he eschews the makeup, because he knows his perspiration will make it run and drip in a most unattractive manner. He also wears his hair in a simple ponytail to keep it out of his eyes.
Although on the way to the gym, he dresses as if he expected to meet a lover in a club, he has to wear a more conventional outfit on the gym floor. In his gym bag, he carries sneakers that match his pink hot pants and a form-hugging t-shirt to wear during his exercises, but he takes off his bra and leaves it in the locker. He wore it the first time there, but found it too constrictive when he was breathing hard during his exercise routine. The ensemble is completed by a pink softball cap with his ponytail fetchingly hanging out the back and a rainbow emblem on the front.
Most of his visits to the gymnasium are between Monday and Thursday nights, because he steps out on Friday and Saturday evenings and needs to take care of his more mundane chores on weekends. One Thursday night before he began living with his boyfriend, Cliff, he paid a visit to the gym. He was quite horny that night, because his ass had not been fucked nor had he gotten a nice gooey mouthful of cum from sucking off a cock since the previous Friday night. He was really looking forward, even more than most times, to his usual Friday and Saturday night escapades at The Purple Knight, his favorite bar in The Castro.
Most of the other gym patrons were friends; some were rivals, and the majority of them greeted him by name as he entered the building and headed for the Men's Locker Room. Nobody thought it strange that a person attired as he was would be using the men's room, because they were in San Francisco's Castro District. A few others in the locker room were dressed much the same as he, and some of his fellow patrons had not finished changing yet. Pauletta looked with interest at the men who were still naked, because he likes to imagine what affairs with some of them would be like.
His period of exercise was quite long, because it consisted mostly of aerobics and work on the treadmill. He wants to keep in shape, but has no wish to build bulging muscles, because they would be seen as lacking in femininity. By the time he finished, he was the last person on the gym floor, and there was only one other member in the locker room. He was a big bear of a man named Dale, and he was wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts. Pauletta had often seen him and had always admired the bear's bulging muscles, but had never seen them not covered by clothing before.
"Hello, Dale," Pauletta greeted the big man, smiling at the way he filled out his shorts and his big biceps and six-pack abs.
"Hi, Pauletta. You certainly look good tonight." The big man had often admired the sexy young blue-eyed drag queen. They had never hooked up; neither was adverse to the idea, but they had just never happened to be alone at the same place and the same time before.
"Did you have a good workout?" Dale asked.
"Yes, I certainly did, thank you. I feel really good now. How about you?"
"Oh, I did too. I feel really alive now."
As the two men spoke, Pauletta had been removing his gym wear, starting with his cap, which he carefully placed beside his gym bag. Next, he peeled off his t-shirt and stuffed it into a plastic Zip-loc bag to be washed later. Bare above the waist, he shook his hair back into place, more like the way he usually wore it and sat down on a bench to remove his sneakers and sweat socks. The latter, along with his shorts would also be washed later and would go into the same plastic bag as his shirt. The divesting of his clothing was slow, and an erotic display, and Pauletta wondered if it was having an effect on the other man in the locker room. He rather hoped it was, but was cool enough to refrain from saying or doing anything just then to find out.
His strip tease was having exactly the effect he hoped for. Dale had stopped removing his own gear and was gazing with lust at the lean physique and smooth, white skin of the man who was putting on a show for him. He was still wearing the same shorts and athletic supporter he had worn on the gym floor, but they fit him much more snugly now because of his growing erection. In particular, his cock got bigger and harder while he watched the drag queen peeling off his tightly-fitting hot pants.
Pauletta had sat on the bench to remove his shoes and socks, but he stood up and bent over slightly to take off his last garment. He is aware that, to men who are sexually attracted to him and others like him, his curvy ass is the most enticing part of his body, so he turned his back on Dale and bent forward slightly when he began to slowly remove his hot pants. He does no lifting of weights during his workout, and sees no need to wear a jock strap, so there was nothing under the pants to detract from the smooth, creamy-white flesh he knows is so appealing. He took his time peeling the last garment down his hips, letting Dale get a good look at the shapely ass cheeks being put on display. He thought about spreading them and showing off his cute pink rosebud, but decided that would be taking it too far.
When he was completely naked, Pauletta turned and smiled invitingly at the man who was still gaping, before sashaying in his most provocative manner in the direction of the shower room. He learned long ago how to walk so his hips would sway in an alluring manner, and the complete lack of clothing made his stroll even more exciting to somebody who had any interest in fucking another man. The sexy blonde drag queen fully expected Dale to follow him, even if just to wash himself, and hoped the big man would, and that a lot more than just washing would ensue.
