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Subject: Taking My Son to the Gym, part 1 I’m a single father and have been for a while now. I work fairly long hours at a white collar job and spend the rest of my time raising my son and staying in shape. It’s a pretty full life and I’m very happy. My son’s mother has been out of the picture since he was very young, so it’s always been just me and him. I have been pretty comfortable with my sexuality all my life. I’m bisexual but have gone through different times when I’ve been more attracted to one sex than the other. When I was in my late teens and early twenties I was really into women. That’s when I met Jake’s mother. (Jake is my son.) She got pregnant when I was 19 and we had a great time together those first few years, but then grew apart. These days I really find myself more attracted to men. Being a single working parent, I don’t really have that much time to go out the bars and meet guys, but I’m really okay with that. I’m not looking for a relationship, and while I do occasionally have an overnight guest, I’m not interested in my son seeing a parade of strangers coming and going from my bedroom. I also don’t want to be the dad who stumbles home every Saturday and Sunday morning after being out all night. My son is important to me and he has to come first. So sex for me is usually confined to brief encounters during the weekdays. I am open with my son about my sexuality, and always have been. I can’t help but feel that he’s a balanced, open-minded person because of that. We had “the talk” when he was ten and he asked me questions about both heterosexual sex and gay sex, and I answered them honestly and plainly, using all the proper terms. I knew he’d get a more colorful vocabulary on his own soon enough. He told me then that he thought that he also liked both boys and girls. I told him that was fine, and if he ever felt later that he only liked one of the two, that was also fine. As he’s gotten older he seems to have remained as bisexual as he first thought. He’s had a few casual girlfriends at school, but nothing serious. He doesn’t really talk about his attraction to guys except with me and a few of his close friends, but he’s not ashamed of it. Jake is fifteen now and I’m sure he has no trouble getting glances from people of either sex. He takes pride in his body but doesn’t get a big head about it. We both work out a lot, and Jake is on his high school’s swim team. We belong to a family fitness center very close to our house and that’s where Jake usually goes to swim before school or after school. The swim team meets at the school of course, but both Jake and I agreed that for swimming on his own, the fitness center was a better facility with a nicer pool. I also go there once or twice a week for my own daily workout, and I pick up Jake from school those days so we can go together. But more often I go to another gym that I belong to, located downtown near my office. One of the early signs I ever got that Jake might have some gay tendencies was when we first joined that family fitness center. This was when we had first moved to the area and Jake was about 8 or 9, before he was on any swim teams. The first time I took him there, we went into the locker room to put our bags away and change into our swim trunks. I could tell Jake was immediately surprised by the fact that a lot of guys were walking around naked. He asked me if that was normal, and I said that it was, and that the locker room was a place where it’s okay to be naked in front of other people and not to worry or be embarrassed. He just smiled and from then on it seemed like whenever we were in the locker room, Jake would be naked almost the whole time. He’d have his shirt off practically the moment he was through the door and not get anything back on his body until he was ready to go out the door again. I didn’t object of course, after all it was a locker room, and I certainly enjoyed the freedom to be naked as well. Jake and I weren’t shy at home but we weren’t nudists either. Even so, Jake certainly seemed to relish the thought of being naked around other boys and men. There isn’t much of a gay vibe at all at that place, not like other gyms I’ve belonged to. It was a family fitness center with all different kinds of members. So I wasn’t really worried about Jake’s newfound exhibitionism getting him in over his head at a young age, but early on I did have to mention to him that it wasn’t really appropriate to walk around with a visible erection. He seemed to understand that, and also understood that it was fine to look at other men’s bodies, but politeness required that he not stare openly. As soon as Jake got to an age where he could walk or take the bus on his own, he started going there by himself. More so after he got on the swim team. I did wonder if his interest in swimming came more from his admiration of all the swimmers in their small speedos than from a desire for athletic activity. His body developed quickly from the swimming, weights and other workouts that he did almost every day of the week. At fifteen, he’s still got the height of someone his age and a bit of a baby face, but his muscles are as tight and toned as some of the models you see in print ads. They’re not bulky like a bodybuilder’s, but definitely stand out. His six pack abs are obvious and even his butt is pretty tight and muscular. His facial hair has started to come in enough that he needs to shave every few days, and it’s amazing how much of a difference that makes. When he’s got a bit of stubble he could almost be mistaken for a somewhat small 18 year old. But when clean shaven, you could almost believe he was thirteen if his muscles weren’t so developed. He gets a little hair around his armpits and chest, and of course has a fair amount of pubic hair as well, but except for the pubic hair he keeps the rest shaved for swimming. He’s lucky that he didn’t inherit my hairiness, since that would make for a lot more work keeping smooth. I’m in great shape and do my best to stay that way. I’ve tried to go for a little more bulk the last few years and have managed to get some nice big, tight pecs with arms to match. I have no desire to look like a competition bodybuilder (in fact that ultra-muscle look is a bit of a turnoff for me) but when I stand naked in front of the mirror I have to say I think I’ve reached my goal at age thirty-four. I see a great chest with a good amount of dark hair, which I keep trimmed. Tight abs in six pack (also with some trimmed hair) and toned legs and glutes round out a pretty balanced frame. My back and ass have never been hairy at all, just the front side. I do keep my pubes trimmed pretty short as well, and I’ve always been pretty happy with my cock size. When it’s soft it still looks pretty long and thick and my nuts are decent sized too, which makes my whole package jut forward a bit, even when I’m naked. Jake asked me once why I kept my pubes trimmed, and I told him half-joking that it makes my dick look bigger. “Dad,” he’d replied, laughing. “I don’t think you need any help in that department.” I really just trim them because I like how it looks. I asked Jake if he was going to trim his, but he said he didn’t think he needed any help either. True enough, Jake’s cock was impressive too. After he said that, the next time we were at the fitness center I made a point to look at it while we were in the shower. I wagered that it would be about the same size as mine when he finished growing up, and it was already pretty thick. It had been a long time since I’d seen him with morning wood around the house, since he was usually up before me to go swim, but that day I also made a mental note to get up early one day and see if I could get a glimpse of how he measured up when he was erect. I didn’t feel weird having a desire to see my son’s hard cock. I’m aware that he’s got a great body, and if he’s in front of me naked, or in speedos or something like that, I’ll admire it. And truthfully, I’m fine with him doing the same to me. Two hot guys can look at each other and that’s just how it is. I’ve never really felt that anything overtly sexual should pass between us, especially since he’s younger. He needs to develop at his own pace and explore things with people his own age. I’m pretty certain he hasn’t gone very far, sexually, with anyone at all yet. And I’m not in a hurry to rush his development. It will be hard enough in a few years when he moves out, I want both he and I to enjoy what we have now. A few weeks ago Jake asked me if he could come work out with me at my gym downtown. He had never really expressed interest in that before, since they don’t have a pool. But the last year or so he had been focusing more on weights and I had occasionally mentioned that my gym had a large range of free weights and machines available. In fact, most of the guys there were really focused on that, so there was little else out on the floor besides the weights and some cardio machines, and a small area for stretching. When the current owners had bought the gym, they had just turned the old aerobics room into more space for weights. That was the other great thing, that since it was an all-male gym, they had been able to combine the old women’s locker room with the men’s. So we had quite a large wet area, with a fourteen-head gang shower area as well as ten shower stalls with curtains, a big sauna, an even bigger steam room, and a Jacuzzi as well. The locker area was set up in a series of aisles with nooks on either side of the aisles to maximize locker space. There was a small sitting area, and of course the sinks and bathroom area. It was by far the nicest locker room space I had ever seen, which was one of the things that made me a loyal member. When Jake had asked if he could go to the gym with me sometime, I’d told him that he really couldn’t, since it was the gym’s membership policy that no one under 18 was allowed. Jake seemed a little disheartened by that, but he said he understood. While that was the truth about the age minimum, that wasn’t the whole reason that I didn’t think Jake should go there to work out. As I said, the gym was an all-male establishment. It was also one where the clientele was probably 90-95% gay. Jake knew that there were a fair amount of gay guys at my gym because I had mentioned it in other contexts, but I was pretty sure he didn’t know how many. And I was definitely sure that he didn’t know the kind of environment that creates at a gym. The cruising there was pretty overt. As opposed to the family fitness center, where you had all types of guys there (and truthfully not that many hot ones) the members of my downtown gym were almost all fifty and under, and in amazing shape. The only required attire while working out were shoes and shorts, so there were always impressive bodies on display. I usually wore a shirt or tanktop, as did many others, but plenty of guys wore only what was required while out on the gym floor. Over the years I’d seen guys who really seemed to be pushing the line in terms of what was considered “shorts” by wearing something not much bigger than a speedo. But it’s not like anyone complained. In the locker room of course, there were no such limitations, and it was a constant parade of hard, naked muscle with guys showing off everything because they knew everyone else was looking. Just being in there, it was hard not to have a partial erection just from looking around at all of them. It wasn’t unusual for patrons to be walking around fully hard, which made it more interesting during the busier hours in the mornings and after work. I couldn’t even count the number of times that I had to squeeze past a guy to get to my locker and felt his rock hard cock drag across my ass or thigh, or the number of times my own erect penis tuzla escort had been pushed up against another muscular body going by. No one seemed to mind, and even the supposedly straight guys never said anything, though they usually spent less time in the locker room than everyone else. With all the sexual tension, there was a lot more than just looking going on too. The Jacuzzi was generally just for relaxing and checking out the passersby, but the showers were usually a hot place to be if you wanted to do more than just look. The shower heads in the gang showers were pretty large, expensive ones that sprayed over a wide area. So at crowded times it was generally understood that two guys to one shower head was perfectly acceptable. And when you’re already sharing a showerhead with somebody, it seems almost natural to help them clean up, of course. Guys would often wash each other’s backs, chests, legs and more. The sauna and steam room were places where almost anything went on. Of course there were times when everyone in there was just relaxing and stretching their worked out muscles. But just as often there would be men giving and getting blowjobs on every bench. Rimming and outright fucking were also fairly common in these hot, sweaty rooms, and once that got started things could sometimes turn into groups scenes as hot as a porn movie. Most of the hard action was confined to the steam and sauna, but it wasn’t surprising to sometimes see a guy being fucked in the shower (the curtained stalls were popular for that), getting fingered in the ass while he had one leg up on a bench at his locker, or getting blown over in the sitting area. Sometimes the place could seem as sex-free as the locker room at the fitness center where Jake worked out. Other times it seemed like a bathhouse. The owners were gay and knew what went on, but they were committed to running a gym that everyone would enjoy and certainly didn’t mind indulging in the fringe benefits themselves on occasion. So when Jake asked about working out there, I was glad they had the 18-and-over policy, because even though I knew he was comfortable with both his sexuality and mine, I knew he wouldn’t be ready to handle that kind of environment. He wanted to get better weight training in, so I just told him that we’d work on that more on the days I worked out at the fitness center with him. He seemed okay with that, but I could tell he was disappointed. About a week later, after the second time we had done some extended weight sessions at the fitness center, we were drying off after showering and he mentioned how great to work out at a gym that was really geared toward building muscle. I told him he was right, and that I wished I could pull some strings and enable him to work out at my gym, but the facilities where we were really enough, if we know how to use them right. Though that was true, and I just made the pulling strings comment in an offhand way, I realized that there probably were some strings I *could* pull. I had joined the gym soon after it had opened so I knew the owners pretty well, and the guy in charge of membership was also a good friend of mine. He had even met Jake on a few occasions when I’d had friends over in the past. If asked, he could probably just put Jake on my account and say that he was eighteen when entering the information. But was I really ready to take my son to the that gym? I was pretty sure Jake hadn’t even had sex yet at all. I knew he had seen porn, but what went on at the gym sometimes was right there in front of you, not on a computer screen. I also had to admit that my hesitation was a bit selfish. Being a single father, most of my time was spent either working or with my son. While I had no complaints about that, I didn’t have much time for a social life, and most of the sex that I enjoyed took place at the gym. If my son started going there with me, even just a few days a week, how would that change? I’m not embarrassed to tell my son I’m sexually active. When guys have stayed over on occasion, I’m sure Jake has no illusions about what I might be doing with them. But he respects my privacy just as I respect his. I couldn’t see myself engaging in sex back in the locker room knowing he was out there lifting weights. Plus I get the impression he’d like to work out together like we’ve been doing at the fitness center, and I’d actually like that too. So we’d probably end up showering at the same time. If I wanted to go have a steam, he’d want to go with me. Most of the sex took place in the showers, steam room and sauna, so could I see myself getting a blowjob while my son was watching? That seemed so far from anything I had imagined before. But I admit the exhibitionist in me was a little intrigued by the thought. There was something else to consider too. At 34 I’m still quite the specimen of manhood, but I’ve seen the kind of looks that the gym members in their early twenties get from the other guys. Most gay men like young-looking guys, that’s just the way it is. If Jake was going to go with me, he’d have to pretend to be 18, since that’s the minimum age for membership there. So the guys at the gym would see this hot, muscular young guy and assume he was fair game. My fifteen-year-old son would be getting hit on by a lot of these men. And I knew it would be more than just conversational innuendo on the gym floor. There was a good deal of “accidental” touching and groping that went on during workouts, as well as in the locker area and in the showers. In the steam room or sauna it wasn’t unusual to start openly feeling up someone else if you thought they were game. Everyone was respectful of course, and if you declined the offer then that was that. But was my son ready to deal with the onslaught of attention that his young, toned body would bring on? For that matter was I ready to deal with witnessing that? Forget my own exhibitionism, could I handle watching my son get a blowjob? Or giving one? All this had gone through my mind, and I had reaffirmed my decision that it really just wasn’t time. Maybe when he was seventeen I would consider it, but I knew he couldn’t be aware of what he’d be getting into by going there to work out. Things began to look a little different a few days later though. I was at home one night while my son was over at friend’s house studying. I remembered that Jake had suggested a video channel to me. It had some TV show parody videos on it, and he’d thought I would find it pretty funny. I decided to sit down at my desk and check it out. But for the life of me I couldn’t remember what the name of it was, and Google just wasn’t getting me there no matter what I typed in. I thought that maybe Jake would have it in his bookmarks or browser history, so I went into his room and started up his computer. I respect my son’s privacy and I wasn’t looking for anything more than the one link. But I also know that he looks at porn on his laptop sometimes. We’ve had some talks about it and I have told him I’m okay with it, but I’ve also tried to instill the notion that porn and actual sex are not the same, and that it’s important that he be able to construct his own fantasies and not just rely on others to provide them for him. All the same, I wasn’t really surprised to see a few porn sites, both gay and straight, in his browser history as I scanned for what I was looking for. Curious, I opened a few of links to look more closely. Most of them were picture or video sites as I expected, but many (in fact most) of the specific images and vids he had recently viewed were of men in weight room or gym settings, locker rooms, showers and other similar locations. There were videos of guys stripping down after their workouts, getting fucked on locker room benches and in steam rooms, and group scenes. Those were all from professional porn studios of course, but there were also some hidden camera pics and videos (some looked more authentic than others) of real people in real gyms stripping down, showering, walking around. There were even a few of these that showed real guys who thought they were alone getting hard, jerking off, or messing around with a buddy behind some lockers. I was pretty surprised. Any gay or bi guy would think this stuff was hot, but this particular theme seemed to be a primary focus of my son’s sexual fantasies. As someone who enjoys gymsex a great deal, I can’t say I blame him. In fact I made a point to remember some of these video titles for my own porn-viewing moments. One site’s name did catch my attention as I returned to the browser history. It was a site about great places to go to pick up men for sex, or to have sex. Listed by geographic location were all sorts of bars, clubs, adult bookstores and such. There were also gyms listed, as well as seedier places like park restrooms and truck stops. For a moment I was afraid that my son might be going to places like that, but I quickly saw that none of those links had been followed. The links that had been followed were the ones for gyms and athletic centers. It looked like he was reading about different gyms all over the country and which ones were best if you were looking for sex. Most of the gyms listed had an area for comments, and some had quite a few posts where people described in detail what went on at these places. Following what was no doubt Jake’s line of thought, I typed our city’s name into the search field. There were a few listings under gyms, including both the fitness center where Jake worked out now, and the gym I belonged to. Oddly enough, it looked like Jake had not clicked to read any of the comments for the fitness center. It only had a six comments total, four of which stated what I already thought, that as far as cruising was concerned the place was pretty much dead. But two comments did say more. One said: “I’ve never seen any action at this place, and most of the guys are not even that attractive, but yesterday there was this younger guy with me in the shower room. It was just the two of us and we were a few shower heads apart. He was really hot and I’m not sure how old he was. I think he knew I was checking him out because he really gave me a good show. He spent a long time washing his stomach and crotch, getting it all soaped up, and was really working on his cock and balls. His dick was pretty big for a young guy anyway, and then he started to get hard. He didn’t even turn around but just stayed facing me, and even looked right at me a few times. Just as he really started to bone up another guy came in the shower room and the kid turned to face the wall. He didn’t stop though. The other guy was not paying attention so the kid started soaping up his ass slowly. He even spread his cheeks a few times and bent over a little to give me a look at his hole. I was rock hard by that time and had to turn around to avoid being seen by some other guys who came in. The kid rinsed off and left and by the time I got back to the lockers he was gone, but man did I jerk off thinking about him that night.” The other one said: “I’ve been going to this place for ten years and have only gotten a blowjob twice. The last time was about a month ago this young dark haired guy who I have seen around here a lot with his dad came into the sauna when I was in there alone. I had been jerking my cock a little bit and didn’t hide it very well when he came in. I thought he would leave or go tell his dad or something but instead he sat down on the bench below me, right next to my leg. He stared at my cock under the towel and I could tell he wanted it. So I showed him my cock and he went down on it right away. He only did it for about 30 seconds and then we heard someone else coming so he stopped and left. It was hot.” This was surprising. First, just at the pendik escort idea that there was any action at that place at all. But also that both of those posts could have potentially been about Jake. Of course, there were lots of younger, fit, dark-haired guys who went there with their families. But it was certainly a possibility. I was reeling. I clicked on the entry for the downtown gym that I belonged to. There were quite a few posts, several pages worth. From the color of the links I could tell that every single one had been read by Jake. Things were starting to become clear now. The comments about this gym conveyed the truth, that basically if you wanted sex, you could easily find it there, and a lot of it. The posts detailed every kind of encounter that you could imagine people having, and a few memorable ones that I think I might have even witnessed or been a part of. Could this explain Jake’s sudden interest in going to the gym with me? Maybe he did know exactly what he was getting into if he were to go there. Looking at the screen again, I realized there was no “maybe” about it. Jake was hoping to go there and at least see, if not do, the things he had read about. This really set my mind going. Clearly, he was ready, or at least felt he was. I could probably get him in with no problem. So was there any reason not to take him? My concerns about Jake and I seeing one another doing sexual things were still there, but there was also a desire to help my son fulfill his fantasy and enjoy the same kind of hot gymsex that I myself loved so much. I decided to call up my friend at the membership desk of the gym and run it by him. I was nervous because I was basically asking him to violate the gym policy, but after some small talk I just said it. “Todd, you remember my son Jake,” I began. “He’s been trying to up his workout a bit and I’d like to bring him by the gym and see how that works for him. Do you think you could add him to my membership?” “Sure,” Todd replied. “I remember Jake… but Gary, isn’t he still in high school? You know we don’t allow members under eighteen.” “I know, but Jake’s really working hard to get the body he wants and I think he could do better at our place.” I paused for a moment before asking the big question. “Do you think you could just, you know, enter him into the computer as an eighteen year old? I’ll take full responsibility for him.” “Hmmmm… yeah, I guess I can do that,” my friend responded. “But are you serious? I mean you know the kind of stuff that goes on here. Do you think he’ll be cool with that? And you know the other guys’ll be all over him if you’re not careful. Is he straight?” “Let’s just say he’s open to new opportunities,” I said. “But like I said, Todd, I’ll take full responsibility for him. He’ll only be there if I’m there, at least at first. What do you say?” “Sure,” Todd responded. “But just keep it quiet about his age. We shouldn’t really let it get out that he’s… how old is he now anyway?” “Fifteen” “Fifteen?! Shit, Gary. Well, it’s your call. Just bring him by my office when you guys come in and we’ll get him signed up.” And that was that. I had the green light. I was still unsure about this, but there was only one way to find out if it was the right choice. That night when Jake came home I told him that if he still wanted to check out my gym, we could go tomorrow afternoon. His eyes lit up and I could tell he was excited. I told him the deal I had worked out with Todd, and that if anyone asked he would have to say he was 18. I didn’t say anything to him about what I had seen on his computer. I figured that we could at least take it a little slow if he didn’t know that I knew why he really wanted to go. He thanked me with a big hug and we said goodnight. The next day was Friday, when I usually went to the downtown gym after work. Jake took the bus and met me at my office at 5:00. He was dressed in jeans and a polo shirt and had his gym bag with him. I grabbed my bag and we walked the five blocks to the gym from my office. I knew that I needed to say something to him, even though he already knew what to expect. “Now, Jake there’s something you need to understand,” I started. “The guys at this gym are mostly gay. I know I’ve mentioned that in the past but I’m not sure if you realize what that means this place will be like. I’m sure you can imagine that when there’s a bunch of hot guys who are all looking at each other and showing off… well, things can get a little crazy there sometimes.” “What do you mean exactly, Dad?” he asked, doing a good job sounding genuinely curious. Nice job kid, I thought. Act like you have no idea. “Look,” I continued. “I just mean that you might see some guys being kind of sexual with each other in the locker room area. And just in general there’s a lot of what’s called cruising, which is kind of like flirting, but without the jokes. And you might even be approached by men who think you’re attractive and want to be sexual with you. So just be aware of that.” “Do YOU ever have sex with guys at this gym, Dad?” my son asked. “It’s okay, you know you can be honest with me.” “Okay…” I replied, unsure of what to say. “Well, yeah. I do. Somewhat frequently actually. So don’t be shocked if you see a guy walk by and grab my ass or something. That’s just kind of how things are there. But listen, it’s not like anyone’s going to try and make you do anything. And it’s still a gym and we’re going there to work out, don’t forget.” “Oh yeah, I know,” Jake said in a reassuring tone. “Believe me, I’m excited about the working out part. And hey, if some guy hits on me, I don’t mind.” Jake paused for a moment before continuing. “Um… if I wanted to, you know, hit on him back or something, would you be okay with that?” I thought for a moment before replying. “Jake,” I said. “You know I trust you to make your own decisions about sex and what you’re ready for. We’ve talked about that. So if it’s something that you want to do and you think you’re ready… well then it’s fine with me.” “Thanks, Dad,” my son said, sounding both surprised and relieved. “I… I’m glad you trust me that way. And just so you know, I’m cool with whatever you want to do too. I mean, if we’re relaxing in the sauna and some hot guy wants to give you a blowjob, don’t let the fact that I’m there stop you. I don’t want to keep you from doing what you would normally do.” I thanked my son, but I think he could tell I was a little surprised at his frankness. He had basically said he would watch me have sex if I was okay with letting him. And in so many words, I supposed I had told him the exact same thing. What was I getting myself into? My thoughts were interrupted since we arrived at the gym. I typed in the door code and we went up the stairs. The guy at the front desk, who knew me of course, looked a little surprised to see Jake with me. I told him that we were going in to see Todd and he said that was fine. But I couldn’t help but notice him stare at my son’s ass as we walked away. I guessed that he would probably not be the last one to do that today. Todd and Jake shook hands and Todd quickly ran through the basic rules of the place as he entered some things into a computer. When he asked Jake his birthdate, Jake stated a year three years before the real one without batting an eyelash. Todd just smiled and winked at my son. Jake got a membership card and a few pieces of information like the door code and a locker assignment. Todd had worked it so Jake’s locker would be just two lockers away from mine. After that was all settled, we were ready to go. As we waked toward the locker room door Jake looked into the main part of the gym. It was full of well-muscled hunks heaving, grunting and watching one another. Most of them were weren’t wearing much more than small tight shorts, and maybe a tank top. Jake almost walked into a trash can because he was staring so long. He recovered and looked up at me and chuckled. “Looks great!” he said. I had to agree. I also noticed that a few of the guys paused in the middle of their sets as Jake walked by toward the locker room door. With his face clean shaven Jake really did look every bit his age, so it would be obvious that he was the youngest guy here. I could practically see the crotches of their shorts bulge out a little bit more. Again I thought, what have I gotten myself into? Jake and I walked into the locker room, and I could tell right away he was impressed. “Wow, this place is huge!” he marveled. I told him about how it had originally been two locker rooms that were combined. There were a maybe five or six guys that we could see in the locker area, all in various states of undress, and all very hot. Jake kept looking around, as if he didn’t know what to focus on. took him over to where our lockers were. There were a few guys in the locker “nook” across from ours who were changing back into their street clothes after showering. They all froze when Jake and I came over and opened out lockers. “Damn,” I heard one whisper to another, “how old do you think that kid is?” “He’s gotta be 18,” another said, “Or they wouldn’t have let him in. I wonder if that’s his dad with him.” “You think a guy would bring his son here if he looked like that?” a third guy said. “That kid’s gonna have every eye in the place on him” I’m not sure they knew I could hear them, but I could. I had to agree. Just walking by the main part of the gym on the way to the locker room had made me realize the exact same thing. But there was no turning back at this point. Jake asked if I could show him around before we changed since the locker room was so big. I smirked, knowing he just wanted to check out all the naked or half-naked guys he could before we went to work out, but I said sure. We walked by the sink and bathroom area and then walked past all of the rows of lockers. Down one almost empty row I saw a guy sitting on a bench naked, and there was another guy, also naked, standing next to him with one leg up on the bench, almost behind the sitting guy’s back. The standing one had his hand on his cock, which was big and probably half hard already, and was saying something quietly that sounded like “you like that, huh?”. The one sitting down was looking right at the other guy’s cock and had a sexy smile on his face. The dude stroking his cock looked up for a second as we walked by but quickly returned his attention to his admirer. Jake slowed down for a second but I quickly said, “come on I’ll show you the Jacuzzi” and ushered him into the wet area. The Jacuzzi really was a nice one, it seated about 8 and you could change the settings of each jet individually. There were two guys relaxing in it now, both with their eyes closed. Jake asked if we could sit in there after we worked out to relax our muscles, and I told him sure, that was one of my favorite things to do. We stopped on the other side of the room where there were glass doors going into both the steam room and the sauna, and from there you could see down the short hallway where the shower stalls were as well as into the gang shower area. The showers were full, every head that we could see from our vantage point had a guy under it. Some of them were clearly watching each other and some were just soaping up, not paying attention to anything else. What most of the guys were looking at, as was Jake, was the shower head in the corner, which had two guys underneath it. They were both very well-muscled and probably about 35-40 years old and somewhat hairy. They were facing the same direction and one was washing the other one’s back. They were talking too quietly to make out the words, but their tone was the same as if you heard two guys talking on the street, very casual and masculine. aydınlı escort They were also both sporting full erections. My son’s mouth hung open for a second at the sight, and I heard him take a deep breath. The fellow washing the other one’s back started moving his hands around to his friend’s chest and washing his very large pecs. He had to move closer to reach all the way around, and his hard cock pressed up against his buddy’s tight, round ass as he did so. From where we were standing it looked like his cock just slid right up in between the other guy’s cheeks. A few of the other guys in the shower who were watching began soaping up their hardening cocks little bit more as these two muscles guys continued to talk casually. The hands of the one doing the washing moved lower, to his friend’s tight abs, and he washed them with a few up and down motions, going from the under the guy’s nipples right to the base of his hard cock, causing it to bounce up and down a little. “Come on Jake, let’s go back to the lockers and change,” I said as I patted him on the back and ushered him away from the admittedly hot scene going on. “Man, Dad, those guys were hot!” he said as we walked back to the row of lockers. “And so built… you think I can ever get like that?” “Jake, I’m sure you can do anything you want to if you’re willing to work hard at it,” I replied. “But that does take a lot of work to get your body like that, and it’s work to maintain it too. You know, son, your body is pretty impressive right now the way it is. Not many fif– guys your age look as good as you do. You should be proud.” “I am, for sure,” he said confidently. “But it’d be so hot to look in the mirror and see a body like that staring back at me. I wish I had been at the shower next to them so I could have checked them out a little more.” I just smiled as we opened our lockers and pulled out our bags. Not just because of what Jake had said, but also because I knew who both of the muscle guys in the shower were, and knew that Jake would probably be seeing them closer very soon. I took off my shirt and t-shirt, glad to get out of my work clothes. As I sat down to untie my shoes I looked over at Jake. He was facing away from me, toward the aisle and the lockers across from us where the guys who had been staring at him before were just zipping up their bags. Jake already had his shirt and shoes off and was starting to unbutton his jeans. Looking past him I could see the guys watching him undress and relishing every moment. As I pulled off my shoes Jake pulled down his jeans and stepped out of them. As I have before, I had to admire my son’s beautiful ass. It was muscular and tight but still had a little bit of roundness to it. As he bent slightly over to pick up his jeans I realized he has that kind of ass where you wouldn’t even have to spread his cheeks that much to get to his hole. I could see his pucker clearly as he grabbed his pants. Suddenly I thought to myself, “what am I doing checking out my son’s asshole?” I guess it was just force of habit, watching the guy changing clothes right next to me. The way we all behaved here it was easy to not even be conscious of checking out everyone. Just then I noticed that the reaction of the guys across from us had changed. One of them let out a little moan and another one’s hand had drifted to his own already hard cock beneath his khakis. I wondered if Jake had an erection, but I couldn’t tell because he was facing away from me. I just laughed to myself, since it wouldn’t surprise me after what he had just seen in the showers. But I knew Jake’s cock, even hard, probably wasn’t so impressive that it would warrant an audible moan from these guys. I had seen them both here before and knew they had seen their share of young guys’ bodies and cocks in all stages of hardness. I stood up to undo my own pants and Jake gathered up his jeans and shirt to hang them up in the locker. He turned toward me and I saw that he was indeed sporting a semi-erection. But I was so surprised by what else I saw that I took in a breath suddenly. Jake’s pubic area was completely bare. There was nothing but smooth, pale skin above his cock and around his balls. I had just seen him naked a few days earlier at the fitness center and his pubic hair was all there. When had he done this? It must have been this morning, I realized. It must have been because he knew we were coming here. Jake must have noticed my muted gasp, or else just seen my eyes staring at his bare cock. He smiled and took on a mock “defensive” stance. “What, Dad? Can’t a swimmer shave off his pubes if he wants?” he said in a sarcastic tone. Lots of guys on the team do it. It’s no big deal.” “No, of course not,” I stammered, resuming taking off my pants. “I was just surprised, that’s all. It makes you look so…different.” I was about to say “so much younger” but I decided not to vocalize that. It was true though. With a clean shave both on his face and groin, my son might almost be mistaken for a tall twelve or thirteen year old. One with great muscles, certainly, but it was all a bit jarring for me. He must have know that this would attract even more attention to him here. Why else would he have chosen today to do it? The two guys across from us finally got going as Jake slid his jockstrap on. Their eyes didn’t leave Jake’s body until they rounded the corner of the row of lockers, though. I pulled on my own jockstrap, suddenly becoming aware that my own cock had reached a state of semi-erection as well. It must have been from seeing those guys getting so turned on by my son. That was something new for me and it surprised me. It made me feel proud in a fatherly way, and horny in a way that didn’t feel so fatherly. Jake pulled on some shorts that I’m sure I hadn’t seen in the laundry for at least a year or more. They were a little tight on him, and didn’t really come down over his thighs at all. They might have been questionable for workouts at school or our other gym, but in truth they were pretty much in line with what a lot of guys here wore. Again, I realized how much thought and planning he had put into coming here today. And I realize it also turned me on to know that my son wanted to show off to these older men. I pulled on my shorts as Jake sat down to put on his shoes. At that moment the two guys from the shower who Jake had been admiring came around the corner. They were both still naked, just carrying their towels, and still had hardons. They stopped at our section of the lockers and noticed Jake staring at them. What Jake hadn’t known was that both these guys had lockers in the same section we did. In fact, one of them had one of the lockers that was between Jake’s and mine. “Hey hot stuff,” one of them said to Jake with a smile, “you mind if I step around you so I can get to my locker?” “…um…no” stammered Jake, and he moved to stand up. “Hey don’t get up, it’s fine,” the guy replied hastily. “You need to get your shoes on, I’ll be fine.” The muscular man placed a hand on Jake’s shoulder, both to keep Jake from standing up and to steady him self as he stepped over Jake’s shoes and gym bag on the floor. This of course meant that the guy’s hard cock was right at Jake’s eye level and waving back and forth as he moved in front of my son. I took a few steps back so that he could get to his locker, and also so I could get a better look at the expression of raw lust that flashed across my son’s face when as this thick hard shaft glided just a few inches from his mouth. It was incredibly erotic. The other nude guy went to his locker, closer to where I was standing now, and chuckled to himself. Jake slowly put on his shoes, careful to not miss a moment of the show he was getting. The guy, still standing extremely close to Jake, was absent-mindedly playing with his dick while rummaging through his locker with his other hand. Meanwhile, the guy next to me had his back to Jake, had one leg up on the bench and was bending over drying off his calf and foot. Jake had a clear view of this guy’s large balls and his asshole, both of which had a fair amount of hair on them. I saw the guy clench his ass muscles a few times and flex his hole. They both were clearly putting on a show for my son since he was so obviously captivated. I could already see that my son’s cock was fully hard and straining the limits of his jockstrap and nylon shorts. “I haven’t seen you here before buddy,” the guy nearest to Jake said, “you just get signed up?” “Yeah” Jake said after a moment, “I came here with my dad.” He indicated me with his hand, still fixated on the dude’s cock. “Oh, how bout that” he said as he turned slightly to look at me and smiled, with one eyebrow raised. “Your daddy’s bringing you here to show you how things work at the grown-ups gym, huh?” “Yeah, it’s great,” said Jake slowly. The guy then turned back toward his locker. As he did that, the round purple head of his eight-inch cock brushed across Jake’s cheek and lower lip. His mouth has been slightly open and my son moved his head slightly to follow the man’s cock as it moved away. I saw Jake’s chest contract as he inhaled sharply and blood rushed to his face. The guy’s voice got a little bit lower as he grabbed a shirt out of his locker, “I’m sure we’ll all enjoy helping you learn how to work out that young body as hard as you can…” He then slowly moved back so that his cockhead was right at Jake’s mouth. The lower ridge of it glided across Jake’s lower lip and the top of it was touching my son’s upper lip. Jake, looking up, right into the guy’s eyes, opened his mouth a little bit wider. I saw his tongue move forward and touch the older man’s dickhead right at the piss slit. The guy took his free hand and traced Jake’s jawline with his thumb and forefinger as a little bit more of his cockhead slipped inside my son’s mouth. “Mmmmm,” he whispered, “I’ll sure be looking forward to the next time I see you, boy.” At that moment he moved his hand away from Jake’s face and touched it slowly to his engorged penis, careful not to move its head away from my son’s wet tongue. He squeezed it slightly about halfway up the shaft and the moved his hand down toward the tip. I felt my own cock start to leak as I saw precum ooze out of this stud’s slit and onto Jake’s tongue and lower lip. After his hand reached the flare of the head and a good amount of the clear fluid was on my boy’s mouth, he moved it from side to slide slowly to spread it around and then stepped back slightly. A thin, wet rope of the sticky substance stretched from Jake’s mouth to the stud’s cock. It broke as he stepped further away and turned back toward his locker. He started to put on his shirt, ending the tense sexual moment that had been playing out in front of me. Jake licked his lips and closed his eyes, exhaling and sitting up straight. He opened his eyes and looked right at me, as if he was wondering what I might say or do. And I honestly wasn’t sure how I should react to what I had just seen, but I knew I had gotten incredibly turned on watching it. I just looked at Jake for a second and took a step toward him. “You ready to go work out?” I asked softly. We both could clearly see the other was hard as a rock. Jake looked at my shorts briefly and then back up at me. “Yeah if you are, Dad,” he said. He put on his shoes quickly, and we both closed our lockers and walked away from the bench where the two muscle hunks were now getting dressed. My cock was just barely starting to go down as Jake looked at me and said “I hope you were okay with that… that was SO hot, Dad, I swear I was about to cum in my shorts.” I just put my hand on Jake’s back as we headed to the door. “It’s fine, son,” I said. “It was pretty hot to watch too, and as long as you’re okay with it, so am I. Now let’s take some of that energy and go work up a good sweat, huh?” My son and I walked out of the locker room and out onto the gym floor. ======== Part 2 coming soon. Donate to support Nifty! fty
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