Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2014 21:48:19 -0400 From: Joel Summerfield Subject: The Trainer Interview 2 It took a full day for Nicholas and Mike to even acknowledge each other after what happened. Neither one knew exactly what to say, to do, to even think. Each was a Molotov cocktail of emotions: guilt, anger, confusion, fear and arousal. It was the last ingredient that made each especially fiery. Mike was the first to make a gesture, but it wasn't until the following morning and it was bold. "Hey, dad," Mike spoke, standing in the doorway. Nicholas glanced up at his son who was damp from his morning shower, towel wrapped around his waist. "Hey, champ." "Shower is all yours," Mike offered. And with that the loose towel slipped a bit forward exposing some more of his pubic hair and the very top part of his shaft. Nicholas didn't move or say a word. He just stared at the newly exposed skin. Mike quickly grabbed the knot and took control. He let the towel slip a little more. Only showing more of his shaft, resting right at the head of his cock. He baited his father, and Nicholas was hooked. "I? I?," his father was at a loss for words. "I know. You want me to let the towel go, don't you?" Silence. Mike let the towel go. "I am not supposed to like this," Nicholas pleaded out loud. "Neither am I," his son answered. Mike stood there for a good 10 seconds without moving. The only thing moving was his penis. It was rising. It was as if Nicholas was willing his son's penis to rise by staring at it; every bob it made, his eyes followed until Mike was completely erect and standing in his father's doorway. "I have to get ready for work? and you need to take care of that boner you're getting, dad." Nicholas' erection was very evident under the sheet. He clearly was naked under there. "Will you watch me, son?" He wasn't sure where that came from. It was a new voice and it was clear, unlike most of his other words in his daily life. Nicholas was generally more easy-going. He didn't want to make waves, he just wanted a good, simple, happy life. His voice was always a little weak and he never spoke with much confidence. This voice, however, was not that Nicholas. This was direct. It was still sweet, but there was no question about his intent. He was asking for what he truly wanted. Mike paused. "Yes." Mike was speaking honestly for maybe the first time too. And his son watched. His son watched his father pull down the sheet to expose his erection. It was now the second time he'd ever seen his father's penis and just as many times as seeing it erect. Nicholas wrapped his right hand around his shaft, just under the head. It fit comfortably around. His thumb hit the very tip of his index finger, and the friction between the two added another layer of pleasure, and he tugged slightly. Slight tugs slowly grew into purposeful tugs and soon his head was flaring up and warning eruption. "FUCK!" Nicholas screamed, as he released his semen onto his chest, even hitting his chin for the first time in years. Silence, except for Nicholas' heavy panting. "Clearly you needed that." "Thank you, Mike. I really did." "You're welcome, dad." It was definitely an odd exchange, but given his father had now sucked his own son's cock for the first time ever, things were clearly going to be a little odd from here on out. * * * After yesterday's interview Mike was immediately offered the job and instructed to come in the next day at 9 am and meet Eric who would orient him around the office and the gym. Mike knocked on Eric's door. "Good morning, mister trainer," Eric chimed. He was an in an exceptionally cheery mood. "I am very excited. I hope you are too." Mike was excited. He was rather uncomfortable knowing Eric was witness to the rather insane activities yesterday, but Mike was excited nonetheless. "Couldn't be happier." Mike offered. "Great. Well let me show you around the office and introduce you to some folks. We'll end the tour down in the gym where I can set you up with your uniform and introduce you to your first client." First client? Already? And what was that he mentioned about a uniform? Mike clearly didn't read the fine print and was starting to have buyer's remorse. "There's a uniform?" was all he could muster. "Oh, didn't I mention yesterday? Tom thought it would be easier for everyone if you had a uniform to help identify who you are. It's a really cute piece. I picked it out myself." Did he say piece? Mike did not have a good feeling about this. Eric continued to whirl Mike around the office like a trophy. The women were smitten and even some of the men were a bit jealous. Mike was definitely some much needed eye candy around the office, and as each individual met Mike and learned he was Nicholas' son, the intrigue only grew. "And here is where you will be stationed - the gym!" Eric announced as he was ending the grand tour. They opened the glass door and entered the room. It was actually quite spacious and well lit for a private gym. He had enough space to train a client sufficiently as well as have about 10 more people doing their own thing without any problems. This was a pleasant surprise for Mike. The pleasant surprises ended here, though. The next surprise was certainly not going to be something Mike was looking forward to. "And here's your uniform. We only have two for now, but more will be coming next week. We ordered enough to cover you for 4 days without having to wash any of them." Eric handed Mike a brown paper bag. A very small brown paper bag. In it were 2 cotton singlets, both completely white and even without wearing it Mike could tell they were pretty sheer. "This is the uniform?" Mike implored, dumbfounded. "Yes! Isn't it adorable? Tom thought it would help motivate the staff to see your physique so nicely framed by a singlet so I picked them up after work yesterday." Mike cleared his throat and was going to object to the uniform. Eric, however, didn't even give him a chance to speak. "And this is the locker room, where you can change." Eric opened the door marked MEN. Inside was a row of 4 lockers, a bench, 2 showers stalls with no curtains and a urinal. "Well, why don't you go ahead and get changed. Your first client will be here in about 10 minutes." Mike pulled one of the singlets out of the bag and began to undress. He pulled his shirt off and paused to look at Eric, who stood there staring, and not even attempting to step outside to offer Mike any privacy. Mike thought about asking Eric to give him his privacy, but again decided not to make waves. He continued to undress by pulling off his track pants. He stepped into the singlet and was about to pull it up when Eric interjected. "Oh. Sorry, I guess I should have mentioned. No underwear, please," Eric implored. "No underwear? But why?" "Oh, well the singlet bunches up at the back if there's too much fabric and that will just look a mess. We can't have that, now can we?" "I guess not, but then that means everyone will see my cock. I mean, it is pretty sheer, no?" "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that. You'll only be training the men here anyway. Nothing they wouldn't have seen before." Mike sighed and pulled the singlet off, followed by his briefs. He was completely naked, once again, in front of Eric. "Oh! Before I forget, let me show you the sauna! Come with me," Eric tugged on Mike's arm and started briskly walking him to the back of the locker room, just past the two shower stalls. Mike was still completely naked. "Can I finish getting dressed," Mike pleaded as he was being pulled to the back of the room. "Oh, this will just take a minute. And you're going to have to undress to enter here anyway, so it's just as well." The sauna was nice. Mike wasn't sure why it was so important he get dragged to it in such a hurry, and without being able to put a single article of clothing on first, but he didn't make a point of bringing it up. "It's great," Mike offered, not really sure what else he was supposed to say. "It is! It'll be really good for you to bring some of your clients back here to stretch after. I love stretching in there." Again, Mike wasn't sure what Eric was getting at, but he just let it slide. "Can I finish getting dressed now?" Eric finally let Mike slide on his singlet. The singlet offered next to no modesty for Mike. Anyone with two eyes could clearly see his penis through the material. "Are you sure this outfit is completely necessary?" "Oh, most definitely! It looks simply amazing on you. Tom will be very happy with it." Almost immediately the door to the men's locker room opened and in it walked a man Mike did not recognize. The man was quite handsome, and young. He looked like he was around Mike's age - too young to be working here, Mike thought. "Oh, Chris. What perfect timing! I was just about to bring Mike out to the floor to wait for you. Mike, meet Chris. He's a paralegal and is your first client." Greetings were exchanged. Mike, like his father, never considered himself gay. Chris, however, stirred something in Mike he couldn't quite understand. It was attraction, for sure, but Mike didn't know how to process this type of attraction. Chris was very obviously a man and Mike didn't like men. Well, not until right now, at least. Chris began to unpack his duffle bag as Eric and Mike stepped out onto the gym floor. Mike was somewhat surprised that Eric didn't find an excuse to stick around and watch Chris undress. Eric made his exit and left Mike standing on the gym floor, in his nearly see-thru singlet, waiting for Chris to make his entrance. He decided he would do some push-ups while he waited. 50 push-ups later Chris came out from the locker room dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. Mike stood up and dusted his hands off. "Um? so where do we begin?" started Chris. "Well, how about we start with some simple tests while we discuss your fitness goals?" "Sounds good to me." And so they began. While working a basic circuit Chris told Mike that he wanted to develop his 5'9" frame, drop some extra pounds and ultimately, look like Mike, but 5" shorter. Mike laughed and assured Chris that that would be easy to accomplish - if Chris was willing to follow through and do what it takes to get there. Chris was willing to do just about anything Mike said. The session was progressing nicely. It was going so well, in fact, Mike completely forgot that he was wearing next to nothing. "Let's get some cardio in you before you leave me today. How about 20 minutes on the rowing machine?" "Sure thing, chief," Chris answered. "Great. While you do that, I'm going to run on the treadmill next to you." 20 minutes later and Chris was winding down his rowing. He was a sweaty mess. Chris stood up and glanced over at Mike who had also developed a thick layer of sweat all over himself. He slowed down the treadmill and stepped off. Chris' eyes immediately shot down to Mike's crotch. As if the white cotton wasn't sheer enough, now that Mike had sweated through it everything was completely transparent. Chris could make out every vein on Mike's penis as well as the very clear outline of where his cock head rested. "That is quite the outfit!" Chris remarked. "Ugh, I know. Please don't remind me. Eric made me put it on." "You don't mind that it's so?" "Sheer?" Mike interrupted. Chris nodded his head. "You're the first person to really see me in it. Be honest. Is it really that bad?" Mike was putting a lot of trust in this guy he's known for less than an hour, but figured he was honest enough to call out the very white, sheer elephant in the room, he might very well be honest enough to tell him how bad it really was. "It depends on how you define bad, I suppose. I mean, I can see your penis. Every inch of it." With that Chris' index finger reached out and traced a line along Mike's shaft and followed along the edge of his corona. Mike inhaled sharply and froze. The touch was rather unexpected. And rather exciting. His dick throbbed in response. "Shit. Looks like he liked that, huh?" Mike didn't say a word. He did like it. A lot. More than he should have. A slightly more brazen Chris reached for Mike's shaft once again, but this time it wasn't just his finger, it was the palm of his hand that wrapped around Mike's shaft and Chris gave him a couple full strokes over his singlet. Mike shuddered. Just like yesterday Mike's cock was more than happy to react favorably to the touch of a complete stranger. A completely MALE stranger. Mike didn't know what to do. "Oh god, please don't do that," Mike pleaded. Chris was not an imposing man. At 5'9" and maybe 145 lbs, he was nothing Mike couldn't knock down in a heartbeat, but yet, he did nothing to stop these shenanigans. Chris didn't remove his hand after the overt reach. Instead he stroked a couple more times and used the grip to pull Mike closer to him. "Can I see it?" Mike paused for what felt like an eternity but in reality was less than 3 seconds. "Yes." Chris reached up with his free hand and pulled down one of the shoulder straps, then reached over to free the other shoulder as well. Mike did not fight him in the slightest. He even helped by shrugging his shoulders out of the singlet. Chris released Mike's shaft and used both hands to pull the singlet down to his ankles. Mike was now completely naked in the middle of the gym floor. He completely forgot that the door to the gym, which faced an exterior hall, was glass and anyone who passed by could very easily look in and see what was transpiring. "It's really nice. Like, REALLY nice! How big is it?" Mike hesitated. "To be honest I haven't measured." "Well, we need to do that then!" Chris continued to stroke Mike's cock until he was completely aroused. First day on the job and now the second time he's been erect at work. This was a new record for him. "I actually have a ruler in my bag. Hold on." Chris stepped away from Mike and headed into the locker room to retrieve his ruler. Mike, not really sure what to do, figured if he was going to submit to a measuring he might as well make sure he was as hard as he could get it and wrapped his right hand around his shaft and continued stroking while Chris was away. And suddenly there was a knock on the glass door to the gym. It was Nicholas coming by to check on Mike and see how his morning was going. "What the fuck is going on here?" Nicholas called out. Mike initially froze not realizing who it was. "Oh shit, dad, you scared me!" "I'm not surprised. What are you doing???" "Well, my client, Chris, wanted to measure my dick so I figured I would keep it hard for him while he got his ruler." "He is doing what?" Nicholas was stunned. Why was his son submitting to this? Further to that, what had he gotten his son into? Chris reentered the gym, ruler in hand. "Oh, hey Nicholas," he called out. Nicholas didn't respond. He was fighting back the urge to lunge forward, take the ruler and beat Chris with it. "Your son is a great trainer! I had a great session this morning." "I see that," Nicholas quipped back. Chris didn't seem the slightest bit phased that Mike's dad walked in on them, nor did he seem to have any qualms about reaching forward and wrapping his hand around Mike's dick while Nicholas stood there and watched. And for all the rage and confusion that was building up inside of Nicholas, he did nothing. He stood there and stared at his son's cock and watched at his colleague fondled and stroked his son's cock right in front of him. "He's a big boy, eh? Does he take after his dad?" Chris inquired. Mike laughed. "Actually, I'm bigger." Nicholas shot his son a look of death to which Mike smirked. "Oh really, now? That would be a fun comparison I bet." "Well don't get your hopes up, Chris. You won't get to verify this for yourself, I'm afraid." Chris frowned slightly. He enjoyed the idea of being able to compare father and son together, but didn't mind so terribly that Nicholas wasn't willing to play in this reindeer game. He was more interested in Mike's equipment anyway. Chris lined Mike's cock along the top side of the ruler. Nicholas stood by and stared. Awkward situation or not, he wanted to see just how big his son was. "Wow. Eight and a half inches. Very nice!" "Ha! See that dad. I got you beat by half an inch." Nicholas shot his son that look of death again. "So you're eight inches, huh, Nicholas?" Chris noted. "Are you as thick as your son?" "I don't see why this is any of your business, Chris," Nicholas cut in. He wasn't going to let this go on like he did yesterday. "He's a little thinner, actually. We compared for Eric yesterday," Mike volunteered. Why is he sharing this information? Nicholas wondered. "Oh really, now? Eric compared your cock sizes? How in the world did that come up?" Mike continued to share the details of yesterday's events to Chris, while Nicholas stood by, filling up with rage, and yet, not doing, or saying, a thing. "He sucked your cock?" "You came in your dad's mouth?" "Eric and Tom watched?" "THERE ARE PHOTOS???" Chris was flabbergasted. This was unreal. "I'm sorry Nicholas, but after all this, I don't see how you can NOT show me what you're working with here. I mean, I practically know all about it now anyway. And besides, if you don't, I'm going to make sure everyone in this office knows all about this." There went that look again to which Mike just shrugged his shoulders. Nicholas sighed and began unzipping his fly to pull out his cock yet again. This was getting to be a bad habit and he wasn't sure he could keep this up. He seriously regretted trying to get his son this job. To be continued?