Not ‘Carlos the Jackal’, but definitely ‘Carlos the Panther’. We’ve known Carlos for more than seven years now, and he remains the most extraordinary member of Chad’s gym. Even now I have no idea whether he is gay or straight. All he is in love with is his own body. He lives only to exercise. Not for huge muscles, but for ‘cuts’. Ripped is not the word.
He’s happy enough for you to visit his small apartment, but don’t expect to sit down unless it is on a pile of ‘lifter’ magazines. He has a table, one chair, a bed, a tiny kitchen, a huge collection of weights and a sunbed. In fact, don’t go there at all unless you want to lift weights with him! He stretches and lifts at home for a couple of hours every morning; runs to the depot where he works as a roofer, almost always shirtless; spends his lunch hour doing situps and crunches; shows up at Chad’s gym around 5pm and then gets to work on the weights there, and the weight machines.
He can spend an hour just working on his abs
None of it is for ‘bulk’: instead, hundreds of ‘light’ repetitions to define every muscle from every angle.
He lives only to improve his body. We got him into modelling, which he loves, too.
After several hours at Chad’s,with his mahogany-tanned body glistening with sweat, he is always a focus of attention, especially from us gay guys. He’ll wrestle if we ask (wow!), including oiling up for us.
Yes, he’s usually exercising naked, as many of us do, but absolutely nothing sexual. His apartment is plastered with pictures of fantastic bodies, mainly his own, but essentially he is love only with himself. ‘Narcissus’, but Chad and the rest of us are proud of him and love to have him in the group. And, after about six hours a night at Chad’s, he runs home, and spends time with his sunbed before snatching a little sleep. Not sure really when, and what, he eats, but he seems to thrive on this lifestyle.
So that’s Carlos, one of our band of fitness freaks. And the ideal guy to fix your roof.