Author's note: Hi, this is the first part (of three) of my first erotic story. I'm not a native English speaker, so I ask for patience when I break the grammar law. Anyway, thanks for reading. Please Let me know what you think.
The following story is a work of erotic fiction, and it's meant to be enjoyed by legal-age adults, whatever age it is where you are from. Any resemblance to real life is purely coincidental.
I had told myself that I wouldn’t become one of those crampy husbands always complaining when the Mis wasn’t available, it wasn’t like she had a stable routine when they met, and where they married, but back then her travels were only a couple days once or twice per quarter. Since they moved to this new town, where she assumed a new key position at the new firm’s office her absence became the rule. There were so many trips, offsites, and visits to clients that it became hard to track, so I faced two options, or I could grow roots in the new spacious house and be a hermit after work or go to the gym trying to create some rapport with another human being that maybe, giving the proper time, it would grow into a friendship. This theory hadn’t given any fruit till now, and looking at the gym I couldn’t raise my optimism, the space had emptied during my workout and it was so close to closing time that no one would arrive. Besides me, there were only a couple of women chatting on the treadmills, the receptionist (more interested in the solitaire she was playing than whatever was happening in the gym), and a young dude looking worried at the bench press, hands scratching his curly brown hair. Suddenly he looked up and met my eyes, almost like he felt that somebody was watching him, a smile bloomed in his mouth, and the apprehensive look he was displaying suddenly drained out of his features. With confident steps, he walked in my direction, close I could see that he must be in his late twenties, or at least younger than my 39-year-old self.
I took off my earbuds just in time for the guy to arrive at my side, now looking up he was more muscular than I had first thought, with a toned body stretching his gym clothes “Hi, sorry to bother you, have you finished your workout?” He seemed eager, hoping for a 'yes' and when I gave him one his smile grew even wider “Great! I'm in my last exercise, bench press, and I need someone to spot me. Would you mind doing me this favor? Usually, I would ask the trainer, but I got here a little bit later than usual and his shift had already ended”.
“Sure! No problem, I’m glad to help!” The relief on the guy’s face was palpable “I had just finished my last rep, and the only appointment I had after was a lasagna waiting for me in the fridge” I said while getting up from the equipment.
Sweat dripped down my forehead. It had been an intense workout, to say the least, I could feel my muscles puffing and serotonin running through my veins as I finished the last repetition of the leg press. You wouldn’t be wrong to say that I had become sort of a gym rat the previous couple of months, of course, I always had maintained an active lifestyle, but since the move, the gym had become almost a religion for me, after all, what to do in a new town where I didn’t know anyone?
"Oh man, thanks! I owe you one, being honest I was counting on you, those women don’t seem so strong to spot me, and I bet that the receptionist would leave me suffocating to death thinking about her game” the last comment made me laugh a little, thinking in retrospect made me more approachable cause the next thing he did was present himself to me “By the way, my name is Aaron, Aaron Brody!” his hands soon offered and I gladly shook it.
“Chris Rogers, nice to meet you!”
Aaron led the way to the bench, which gave me a chance to compare myself with him. I was a little taller, I guess, and while we both were muscular I had a couple of pounds of muscles over him, which made me a bit proud. The barbell was already on the support over the bench and the guy didn’t wait any time to lie spread eagle on it. Lying down the instructions began to be also laid for me “So, I think I can handle this weight, but in case I’m wrong the safeword is literally 'safeword'” and with that, we were set. Soon the bar began to rise up and down with almost no effort, his pecs were flexing below his dark shirt and his triceps stretched his sleeves even more. He definitely didn’t look like he needed a safeword. At his first series I saw how focused he was on the ceiling, only looking up perpendicular, but as soon as the second series began he was more distracted, his eyes wandering around, and presuming the worst I stepped up front, in position to grab the bar at the second I felt he wasn’t gonna make it. In his third and last series, Aaron was a little less confident and signals of fatigue were clear on his reddened face and trembling arms. His grayish eyes went back to a fixed spot, but no more on the ceiling, but on me. The sudden attention made me self-conscious as I caught myself flexing my body, trying to look more built in the eyes of the younger man. Only 2 reps left and his focus was gone, his grip was getting looser, his arms were dismantling, and when he realized he already had said “Safeword!” I pulled the barbell back at the support and his eyes smiled with relief “Thanks, dude!” was all he could say while trying to catch his breath.
“Great execution, man, it was a shame that there were only 2 repetitions left, but if you had insisted you could hurt yourself” he looked in my direction still a little baffled.
“Yeah, I got distracted, but you’re right, I would trade 2 lost reps over not having sorrowful arms anytime, my back is already killing me most of the time!”
“You are too young to have back pain, aren’t you?”
“You might say so after all I’m 29, but working from 9 to 5 sitting in a chair, then coming home to a 5-year-old who wants to jump, run, play, and go piggybacking everywhere. It’s rough, buddy, I’m telling you.”
This known fact that this man was a young dad made his physique even more impressive, all the other dads that I knew, mainly the ones with young kids always seemed to let themselves go after the youngling came to the word “Yeah, I would never guess you were a dad, you don’t have a ‘dad bod’ for sure!”
Aaron smiled at my compliment and padded himself with his training towel, draining the sweat from his temple and slightly brushing his short curly brown hair “Oh man, she is the most precious thing in my life, here” the 29er put the towel at his side and unlocking his phone showed me a couple of pictures of a blond little girl “my wife and I share our responsibilities, so that's how I’m able to go to the gym every day, it’s my me time. But We can’t complain, for a kid she is very calm and tranquil, but it’s a kid nonetheless”.
“I can only imagine. I don’t have any, and not sure if I will have any soon. My wife and I are still not sure if we want kids, so for now my back pains are only from being 39”.
“What, no way you are 39, man, I could have guessed you were in your early 30’s!”
“Thanks for the compliment, even knowing that you are lying”
“Sure, Grandpa!” Brody answered a little louder than the rest of our conversations, drawing attention from the women on the treadmills and making both of us chuckle like little boys. He rose up and stretched his arms” Damn, I think I better get going before they kick me out of here. Are you going to the locker room too?
“Definitely, I worked up quite a sweat and I hate feeling sweaty, so I will just take a quick shower and head home.”
“Me too, my wife hates it when I ride sweaty in the car. She says the car smells like a High School PE class when I do that. This pissed me off at first, but I had to admit that she was right.”
“They usually are.”
We walked toward the locker room chatting about marriage and our wives. He was a very nice guy with no major red flags at first sight, a rare thing these days. The space was desert, a complete silence filled the room, interrupted only by a couple of drops of water falling onto the wet floors of the shower area. Our chat quickly filled the space, followed soon by the metal sound of the locker door. I started undressing naturally, removing my shoes and shirt before even opening my locker. Aaron on the other hand opened it first, grabbed his gym bag, and proceeded to undress sitting on the bench. Taking my shorts off I took a couple of glances at myself in the mirror, in just my boxer briefs I could see clearly the effects of my dedication at the gym on my body. Not that I was a slouch before moving here, but social events have the amazing capacity to make me skip gym time with such ease that were outstanding. But the rigid routine I’ve been following in this new town defined even more my chest, my arms, core, legs, and my ass, which was very firm and full after performing squats religiously, stretching the black fabric of my boxer. I hadn’t looked like that since I left college! The major differences were the hairs that had grown in my torso, mainly between my two pecs, following a path down to my navel, besides that a couple of silver hairs could be spotted in the middle of my dark blond hair by an attentive eye. Of course, aging comes along with pains and new behaviors from your body, but I couldn’t help but think that I looked good, maybe 39 suited me well.
I took my underwear off and wrapped myself in a towel, a movement soon followed by Aaron, and together we went to the shower room. The room was a tiled square with 4 showerheads, but one on the first row had been out of order for a while, the cabins weren’t properly cabins, they only had lateral divisions so we chose the 2 showers side by side. Hanging my towel on the hook I soon met the warm water flowing with great pressure and left a content sound, Brody on my side also left out a sound, but it was an angry one “Fucking hell, there is no hot water on this one, shit, look how this ice bath left me” Opening my eye I saw that his arms had goosebumps all over it and let out a small laugh “Fuck I can’t take cold baths” he closed the register and towards the vacant shower in front of me. The water on my was outstanding and I couldn’t help to close my eyes again “Oh yeah, now that’s a shower” I heard as soon as the water started flowing “Sorry for my foul language, Chris, I was caught by surprise and I really can’t take cold baths” Hearing my name I was dragged out of my relaxing bliss and looking in his direction I saw something that shocked me, I saw the biggest dick I had ever seen in real life.
It had to be at least 6 inches still soft, simply hanging there like a white snake with a pink head partially covered by the foreskin 'Damn this guy is packing!' was the only thought that crossed my mind at that moment which left me to stumble down on my word to answer him with a weird “Oh no … don’t worry … I don’t mind at all, I, I would have screamed the worst things myself!”
He smirked a little hearing my barely coherent answer “Now I will have to apologize again to take you out of your relaxing shower bliss. But I’m actually quite eager to enter into this bliss myself” the young dad commented just before closing his eyes and started shampooing his hair.
I only left out a low “Nah, no worries” taking the opportunity to check him up without being seen as a perv. I don’t make a habit of looking at other guys while they shower, but sometimes I take a peek for comparison, trying to see how I fit in the market versus the competition. I think every man does that and if he denies it he is lying, it’s normal. What wasn’t normal was the size of Aaron’s dick, man I was still impressed, the rest of the body was also above average, round shoulders, thick thighs, a 6-pack, and a full pec dusted here and there with thin brown hair, I’m straight, but damn, he was a full stud. The 29er turned his back on me and started applying body wash, giving the chance for my eyes to scan his backside, showing me one hell of a perky ass, creamed with small dark hairs. Almost like feeling a gaze on his private parts one of his hands started washing the thick mounds, a finger even going further to wash the valley between them. I don’t know if was the sight or the feeling of my hands on my body, but Fuck, I was chubbing up. This realization left me a little paranoid, I have never sprung a boner by looking at a man and I’m not sure if I like this new first, I’m straight for god’s sake. I turned my back to Aaron, my cock might not be the same size as his but it was above average still and I wouldn’t like to give him a show, resuming my shower I tried to speed up, aiming to get over it as soon as possible.
Back at the locker room I put on clean underwear and was slipping my sweats on when Brody was back, towel wrapped around his waist. In porn-like fashion, he bent forward to find a fresh pair of briefs in his bag, the sudden movement loosened up the knot in his towel and the piece of fabric fell onto his feet, but I guess my embarrassment was bigger than his, cause he simply picked it up, folded and went back in his quest, flashing me his big equipment again in the meantime. I was sure the organ was a little bit bigger this time, the head showing up a little more, fuller, a chubby nonetheless, what the fuck is wrong with me? Why I’m questioning if the guy I just met at the gym was chubbed up or not? The questions inside my head distracted me from the question made in the locker room “Sorry? I space out for a moment.
“Oh it was nothing, I just commented about how great the pressure of these showers is. I think there is nothing better than a good shower after working out.
“Yeah, a hot tub is also excellent, most people prefer saunas, but I think they are a little overrated.
“I couldn't agree more, my old gym had a few hot tubs in a spa-like area, man do I miss them.
“When we moved here my wife surprised me with a house with one, It was her and her realtor's secret. So for almost 5 months, I’ve been using it every other day. It's my own form of meditation, soaking up in a hot tub with a beer.
“Of course, you are new here! I’ve been trying to figure out what was different in you, and it’s your accent!” He looked over at me with a proud air, and I had to agree with him that I wasn’t able to get rid of my East Coast accent “Anyway, I like your kind of meditation, you sure know how to live, my friend.”
The chat went on about what I was thinking about the city and progressed to our likes and dislikes. When we were both fully dressed and ready we went together to the parking lot. Spring hadn’t quite kicked in and the wind was blowing cold so there was this implied agreement on a quick goodbye. I was almost coming through with this plan, but then it hit me 'This is the best opportunity I have in almost half a year living here to make a friend outside of work. I can’t let it pass'. Rounding up my courage, like a kid who is about to ask his crush to the prom, I ramble “Look, man, I have to be honest with you, it was great to meet you tonight, as I told you I’m new in town and don’t have friends outside work, and I really fucking need them. I’m hoping that you didn’t find me a dull pain in the ass and if so would like to trade numbers? Maybe we can schedule a workout together, I don’t know.”
My worries were dismantled completely when he opened a wide smile “Sure, man, it was great meeting you too and I would love to be friends, I was actually thinking the same thing, how cool it would be to have a training partner to help me when I scream ‘Safeword’! Let me put my number on your phone” Giving him the phone he quickly adds Aaron Brody to my list of contacts and messages himself “All set, I’ll wait for a text, man!”
That night I went home giggling like a teen girl. Alice was thrilled when I told her that I’ve possibly made a local new friend “I told you, honey, that if you opened up for new people you would make great friends!” she said while completing the ‘I don’t know which’ step of her skincare routine.
“I guess I have to start listening to you with more frequency” I whisper in her ear from behind “Now let's finish your routine and get this hot body of yours on the bed so I can show how much I appreciate you.”
