Date: Wed, 07 Mar 2001 11:52:07 -0600 From: Tim Foure Subject: "Me and Dad the Sequel Ch 24" Me and Dad the Sequel, Part I Extending the Family. Chapter 24 - Charlie by Tim Foure copyright 2001 by Tim Foure If you are under 18 or not permitted access to homosexual erotica where you live, then you should not read this story. The other usual disclaimers too. ___________ Chapter 24 - Charlie - 1977 After I had made definite arrangements to go to the gym with Dave, I found I was looking forward to it. When the day came, it stayed in my mind constantly. Dave called in the middle of the afternoon to set a time when we would meet. I half suspected he wanted to make sure I was still coming. By the time my last patient had left, I was nervously anxious to be on my way. And I had admitted to myself at some point during the day it was because I wanted to see Dave again rather than because I needed the exercise, although that was true too. Once I had made that admission to myself, I had begun to analyze my feelings toward Dave. I gave little snatches of thought to the situation as I moved from patient to patient after his call. I recognized the comfort level between us now had a physical characteristic to it. It gave rise to a feeling of intimacy between us when we were together. At least, the feeling was there from my side, but I had the impression it was there for him as well. I hadn't yet figured out exactly what it originated from. The fact that Dave was what was called "drop-dead" handsome had previously called up a least a small amount of jealousy on my part when we had been together. It had never lasted long, usually dying away quite quickly as I realized yet again what a nice guy he was. But when he had been in for his physical, I hadn't felt any jealousy. I had felt instead that a real intimacy existed between us, and that was a very strange feeling for me to have while giving a physical. By their nature, physicals are intrusive. If the patient has any sense of privacy left when it's over, then the physical wasn't thorough enough. But because physicals are also impersonal, they are never intimate. Patients, even those who seem to pour out volumes of detail about themselves and their complaints, still reserve a part of themselves that they don't want to reveal. So just as I maintain a professional distance from them, they withhold a part of themselves from me as well. I sensed Dave wasn't holding anything back during his physical, and I responded by feeling less and less of a sense of my usual professional distance from him. I wondered what part our having made love to the same woman played in this. Our situation there was quite unusual. It wasn't a matter, as it often is, of one man having had sex with a woman in the past, having ceased to do so because he rejected the woman or was rejected by her, and then being jealous because another man is now having sex with her. Dave clearly didn't feel that way toward me. It seemed he never had. It also wasn't a matter of a man having sex with a woman and wondering how he ranked in her estimation in comparison to the woman's former partner. I had felt that kind of jealousy at first, but I didn't any longer. There was no point to it. I realized the problems Dave and Linda had had between them were now solved. They loved each other, but it was no longer a sexual love. And neither had, in the end, rejected the other. They had managed to retain, or at least rekindle, the sense of intimacy which had existed between them. So Linda could feel completely free in falling in love with me and be sure of Dave's positive acceptance of it, and Dave reacted as a friend would by being glad for her new- found happiness. He accepted me into his life as her friend, not as her ex-husband. I decided in a way I had been drawn into the intimacy of their relationship with each other by her continuous narrative to each of us about the details of the other's life. I decided in the end that our both having made love to Linda was a basis for a closeness between us rather than for jealousy. And that closeness obviously had a sexual basis. That was as far as I had gotten by the time I arrived at "The Clubhouse", the real name of the fitness center Dave and Mike called "the gym". I was aware of a warm, pre-sexual sort of feeling in my crotch. I realized I was going to have to do some more serious thinking before I could see where my emotions were headed. Dave was waiting for me just inside the door. He was talking to a guy standing beside him that had to be Larry, Chris's father. While I had heard a lot about him from Linda, Mike, and Chris, I hadn't yet met him. They both turned toward me as I opened the door and Dave smiled. The warm feeling in my crotch became more pronounced. I hoped it wasn't going to turn into a hardon. "Hi," Dave said to me as he reached out to shake my hand. "Glad you could make it. This is Larry." He gestured toward the guy next to him with his free hand and moved his right hand to my shoulder, giving it a squeeze as I shook Larry's hand." "Nice to finally meet you," I told him. "Chris talks about you a lot." "He talks about you too, and I hope you know just how much of what he says you should believe." He smiled, making his comment into a joke. "But Mike talks about you when he's at the house, so I have heard all the good stuff too. It's nice to meet you." "I've got you set up with Bob," Dave told me, nodding toward one of the guys behind the desk. "He's going to give you a tour after we get changed and set you up with a workout routine. You ought to come with me as a guest a few times before you decide whether or not you want to join." I shook hands across the counter with Bob as Dave was speaking and told him my name when Dave finished. "We're so sure you'll think we're the best that we encourage you to compare us with our competition," Bob told me with a smile. "I'm already willing to take Dave's word on that. You can sign me up right now." "Nope. Can't." He shook his head in an exaggerated way that made his statement into a joke. "The management insists that you visit with us at least once before you commit yourself. If you still feel that way when you're ready to leave, you can sign up then." "So come with us to the lockers and get changed," Dave said, taking me by the arm. "Bob'll come find you in a few minutes." Larry led off. Dave slid his hand onto my back, indicating I should follow by a slight pressure. We passed through a doorway into a large room which had a number of groups of machines divided by walkways. Some of the machines were familiar. Others I had never seen before. We passed across the center of the room to a door in the far wall with a sign on it which warned, "Locker Room--Men Only". I immediately noticed a difference in the air. In the room with the machines, there had been a smell of sweat that wasn't unpleasant because there was no underlying sourness to it. No odor of day-old sweat here. They obviously kept the place very clean. The air on the other side of the door was more humid and the smell of sweat was less pronounced. I could also smell chlorine from the pool I hadn't seen yet along with a hint of soap from the showers. But the dominant smell was of men, and it was unmistakable. I thought to myself it was probably strong enough to send any women who wandered in here straight into heat. "Do women use the facilities here too?" I asked as we were going down the stairs. "No, this place is only for men. But people outside can see into the exercise areas on the upper floors. The pool, sauna, and steam room are down here along with the locker rooms. You can't wear a suit in the pool, and most guys don't bother with anything but a towel in the sauna and the steam room." "If they even wear that," Larry added over his shoulder. We came out the stairway into a large room filled almost entirely by a swimming pool. All the lanes were full of men swimming full out. There were two guys standing at the end of the pool apparently waiting for a free lane. They were naked, as were the guys in the pool. Parts of the swimmers' water-slicked bodies appeared and disappeared as they broke the surface and slid beneath it. Larry led us past the end of the pool and around a corner. In an area to the right open to the pool room was a large whirlpool bath. "The sauna's there and the steam room's next to it," Larry told me, pointing to two doors in the wall to our left. We turned the corner again and walked into the locker room, which was open to the area with the whirlpool. The shower room opened into the locker room. The only doors on the entire floor were the one we had come in from and the two for the sauna and steam room. Dave and Larry had lockers side by side. "You can use any empty locker," Dave told me, "or put your things into mine. Not a good idea to just leave everything in an unlocked locker even though I've never heard of anyone losing anything here. A little shoving should make it all fit into mine." I noticed all the locks were identical combination types. "I brought my own lock. Can I use it on one of the empty ones?" "Don't see why not. They'll give you one when you become a member. But for right now that ought to be ok." The lock had been part of my careful preparation for this night. I had bought a new supporter, shorts, athletic shirt, and athletic shoes. Then I decided it all looked "too new", so I pulled out clothes I had had since college and a pair of sneakers which looked well used. That didn't seem right either. I carried it all to Linda's to get her opinion. When I laid out both outfits on the bed, she picked up the old shorts with one finger and her thumb, made a face, and asked me, "How long have you had this stuff?" "Since college. I know it's practically rags. I'd wear the new stuff but I don't want it to look like I've never exercised before." "Even though you haven't," she said. "I wouldn't worry about them figuring that out. As soon as they see you naked, they'll know." "Gee, thanks a lot!" "Just kidding. I like your body the way it is. I expect I'll like it when you've exercised some too. Wear the rags with the new shoes. And wear the new supporter too. Wouldn't want any harm to come to this." As she spoke, she pressed herself up against me, cupped my dick and balls through my boxer shorts, and kissed me. We were on top of the clothes on the bed inside of two minutes. Two minutes after that I was inside her. By the time we were finished, she had cum twice even though we had never gotten around to unbuttoning her blouse. Dave and Larry opened their lockers and began to take off their clothes, putting each item away as they took it off. I chose an empty locker across the aisle from theirs and began to follow their example. When they were both naked, they started to unpack workout clothes from the bags they had brought with them. The only thing that had been in their lockers when they had opened them were shoes. I assumed they brought fresh clothes each time just as I planned to do. I hated putting on clothes I had already worn once, especially if they had gotten sweaty. Neither Dave nor Larry seemed to be in a particular hurry to put on their workout clothes. They laid their clothes on the bench and fitted their bags into the bottom of their lockers as I took off the last of my clothes. I became aware that both of them were looking me over once I was naked. They were quite casual about it, and there was nothing furtive in their glances, as if it was to be expected we would all look at each other. I had already had a good look at Dave's body during his physical, so I concentrated on Larry's. Like Dave, Larry was in good shape. Tight and firm rather than particularly muscular, although he did have some hints of definition. His body was more lightly covered with hair than Dave's, and the hair was medium brown rather than black. He had a substantial bush of darker brown hair over his dick. Unlike Dave and me, he was circumcised. His balls hung down quite a ways. One part of my brain told me to suggest to him he wear briefs rather than boxers because he probably needed the support, but I kept the comment to myself. As I was laying out my clothes, Larry said, "I'll get us some sweat towels," and walked naked toward the end of the aisle. He came back with what looked like dark blue hand towels for each of us. As he handed me mine, he told me, "You'll need this. Bob is a slave driver." "I heard that," Bob said as he came around the other end of the aisle. "And it's true. But tonight won't be so bad. I'll set you up in a routine. That'll take quite a while so you won't get much chance to actually go through it. Besides, you look like you're in pretty good condition." "Except for the little bit of a belly," Dave said as he patted me on the tummy. I was acutely aware of being naked and having the three of them look me over. "I feel like slave on an auction block," I told them, but I tried to inject a note of humor by my tone. "You'll fetch a better price after Bob gets done with you," Larry said. "I had a real gut when he went to work on me." He rubbed his hands around an imaginary belly protruding several inches beyond his own. "Now you're the perfect male specimen," Dave said. "All you need is a ten-inch dick." "You mean there're exercises that'll make my dick grow?" Larry asked in mock earnestness. "I bet you're already giving your dick all the exercise it can handle," Dave said, making an open fist and moving his hand up and down to simulate masturbation. "That don't make it grow. If it did, mine'd be dragging the floor," Larry replied, not one bit put off by Dave's suggestion. "You're right there," I said. "If that particular exercise promoted growth, the average dick size would be two feet instead of six inches." Everyone laughed. "Sorry, guys. No exercises for penis development," Bob told us. His comment settled us down and we proceeded to get dressed. Dave and Larry left for the machines while Bob gave me the same tour Larry had given me, but in the reverse order. He told me about such things as towels and soap, the maximum amount of time one should spend in the steam room, sauna, and whirlpool, and the best and worst times for getting a lane in the pool to swim laps. Upstairs, we walked from one group of machines to another. In each group there was at least one machine not in use, so he had me get on it, under it, or, in one case, through it so he could show me its correct use. He told me what each machine would do for me and just where I could expect pain as I began to use it. He also pointed out the track, which circled the room at the second floor level. When the tour was finished, we stopped at a counter where he took a pre-printed card and wrote my name on it. We then talked our way through which machines I should use and how many repeats of each exercise I should do. "What about swimming or running the track?" I asked since he had mentioned neither. "Have you done much swimming or running?" "Not really. And not recently." "Both are good for getting your heart rate up and keeping it steady at a fast beat. You can begin either one now or you can wait until you've worked your routine a few weeks. But start off slow if you want to include either one and stop before you feel very tired. Especially swimming. It's a lot more stressful than it seems." When we were finished, I was surprised to see that almost an hour and a half had passed since I had left Dave and Larry. I had seen them working side by side on a pair of machines as Bob had led me around. When I turned to look for them, I saw they were standing by the door to the locker room and obviously waiting. I headed straight for them. "Doesn't look like you've worked up much of a sweat. Bob must be losing his touch," Larry said. It was true. My clothes were hardly damp. Their clothes, on the other hand, were soaked through below the armpits, down the chest and back, and around the crotch. "Give him a break," Dave said. "You remember your first time? He just got the tour this time. The lumps don't start until the second visit." "Yeah, that's true. So do we let him get his reward or do we make him do without since he hasn't worked for it?" "Let him have his reward anyhow," Dave answered. "What's the reward?" I asked. "Sauna, steam room, or whirlpool," Larry replied. "Your choice since it's your first time," Dave told me. The whirlpool registered in my mind as a form of therapy, not a reward. And I didn't care very much for dry heat. I had taken a trip to the southwest when I was a teenager, and everyone had told me the extreme heat wasn't uncomfortable because it was dry heat. The entire time we were there, I had felt like I was in an oven. In an attempt to respond, my body had exuded a uniform coating of oil which seemed to attract the ever-present dust. I felt greasy and dirty the whole time. "How about the steam room?" I asked. "Steam room it is," Larry said. We went to the lockers, stripped off our clothes and shoes, and stuffed them into the bottoms of our lockers so they wouldn't soil our street clothes. Larry again got us towels, but this time they were normal-sized bath towels. I was about to wrap mine around my waist when I noticed they had both thrown theirs over their shoulders, so I did the same and followed them to the steam room. When Larry opened the door, I saw there was a small alcove between it and another door which I assumed led into the steam room itself. I discovered there was a shower in the alcove when Larry pulled a chain hanging down to one side and a gentle drizzle of water began to fall from the ceiling. He stood under it for about half a minute before he released the chain, opened the other door, and disappeared through it. Dave repeated the same process, and I followed behind him. When the door closed behind me, I was in a dimly lighted room filled with steam. I saw Dave's back moving away from me into the steam. I walked in the same direction. As I walked along, I noticed there were other men in the room, two on one side and a group of three on the other with one sitting above the other two on a higher bench I just then noticed. Every one of them was naked. When I reached the far end, which wasn't as far from the entry door as I had first thought it would be, I saw Dave sitting on the lower bench and Larry on the upper near the corner. There was a space between them, but since it wasn't very large, I assumed they were giving each other room to spread out. I went to sit on Dave's other side, but before I got there, Dave told me to come join them and patted the lower bench between his butt and Larry's dangling foot. I spread my towel on the wooden bench and slid between them. I tried to center myself in the space so I wouldn't touch either one, but I quicky found that was impossible. Unless I folded my arms across my chest to make myself more compact, one of my shoulders was going to graze either Larry's calf or Dave's arm and shoulder. And either way, I was barely going to avoid having my thigh on top of Dave's hand, which he had kept flat on the bench after he had patted it to show me where to sit. In the end I decided there was no point in worrying about it. Both Dave and Larry had space to move away, whereas I didn't. I let myself relax, making contact with Larry's calf on the one side and Dave's shoulder and upper arm on the other. As I spread my legs slightly to get more comfortable, my thigh slid over Dave's hand and my calf came into contact with his. He didn't move either one. I closed my eyes and let myself sink into the companionable silence, appreciating the physical reassurance of my welcome that their touch communicated. After a few minutes, I became aware of a sound coming out of the steam. I listened to it carefully for a minute or two longer before I decided it sounded like slurping. It was coming from the side where the two guys had been sitting when we came in. Another minute's listening and I suddenly recognized what I was hearing. Someone was getting his dick sucked. Just as I realized what was causing the sound, Dave pulled his hand out from under my thigh. He began to tap me on the side of my thigh with his knuckles to get my attention while he leaned into me to whisper in my ear, "Some of the guys get a little frisky in here. That bother you?" I thought about it for a few seconds before I whispered back, "No. None of my business really. Let 'em have their fun." I also became aware now that I had recognized the sound that my dick was reacting to it. I hoped it wouldn't grow all the way to a full-fledged hardon. "Some times there's a lot of activity in here. Other times there's none," Larry said quietly. When he had leaned down to speak close to my ear, he put his hand on my shoulder to steady himself. He squeezed my shoulder before letting it go and straightening up. In a louder voice he asked me, "So what'd you think of your first time here?" "I like the facilities very much. I'm going to sign up on my way out," I answered in a normal voice. I realized my dick had stopped growing before it had reached an embarrassing length, so I stopped worrying about it. "Glad to hear it," Dave said. We were now touching each other from shoulder to hip from his having moved closer when he was whispering to me. "We come Mondays and Thursdays. You're welcome to join us and share the misery." "Yeah, why doncha?" Larry asked. I felt his hand on my shoulder again. "It's a lot easier to exercise regularly if you've got somebody to work out with. I know I wouldn't drag my butt down here on a regular basis if I didn't have Dave to shame me into it." "Same thing's true for me. Larry'd give me a hard time if I didn't show up. So how about it?" Dave asked as he grabbed my thigh and squeezed it, giving it a little shake. I began to worry about my dick again as I felt it surge at Dave's touch. "I'll have to look at my schedule tomorrow. I might not be able to manage both nights right away, but I'd like to come the same nights you two do." "C'mon, Charlie. Commit to it. You'll be a Greek god in no time." He squeezed my thigh again. My dick surged once more in reaction. I knew it was just shy of being hard enough to stand up on its own. I was also sure Dave could see it. I wondered if Larry could see it too as he looked down on me from his higher perch. "Ok. You've shamed me into it. I'll be back Thursday." "Good man!" Dave said, squeezing my thigh and then patting it a few times before swinging his arm up and over my head to lie on the bench behind me. I could feel it touching the back of my shoulders all the way across. I also felt Larry's calf move against my upper arm so it was touching me for its full length. I realized Dave must have grabbed hold of Larry's knee. I thought again about my dick. I looked down to see it swinging up toward my belly as it became fully erect. There was no doubt in my mind that Dave could see it. But then I looked at his and saw he was in the same condition. "Don't worry about it," Dave whispered in my ear as he pressed his leg tighter against mine. "Like you told me during my physical, hardons happen. We'll just sit here until they settle down." I turned my head to look up at Larry. I could see Dave's hand on his knee and beyond that Larry's dick standing straight up his belly. I looked up further to see his smiling face and his hand in a thumb's-up gesture. I smiled back and turned my head forward again. As I did, I felt both Dave and Larry slide away from me a short distance. We continued to sit there in companionable silence while we waited for our hardons to deflate. As were showering, Larry said, "We usually grab some supper after we're finished. Want to come with us?" Linda didn't expect me home early. She knew from Larry's wife that he and Dave had supper together on Mondays and Thursdays after their workouts. I hadn't really expected to be asked to go with them but was pleased that I was. The physical contact in the steam room and the taking of the hardons for granted made me feel close to both men as if we had shared an intimate secret. "I'd like that. Thanks," I replied. They waited for me as I signed the membership papers at the counter and handed over my credit card. From there we walked two blocks to a restaurant stuck between two large buildings. "This where you usually eat?" I asked. Larry gave Dave a quick glance before answering, "Here and a few other places, but most often here. Food's good even though the place doesn't look like much." I noticed there were several people sitting on a bench by the door across from the cash register. A sign over the register said, "Place your carryout orders here." "They seem to be doing a thriving carryout business," I said. Larry chuckled and Dave smiled. "Yeah, they do for sure," Larry told me as he dropped his gym bag into one booth and slid into the next one along the wall. I dropped my bag on top of his and slid into the seat opposite Larry. Dave slid in beside me. Since the table between us wasn't very wide, we had to arrange our feet beneath it so we weren't stepping on each other. I felt Dave's leg settle against mine from the knee down. Normally I would have moved mine away, but instead I increased the pressure of mine against his for a few seconds to let him know his leg was welcome. He returned the pressure for a few seconds, leaving his leg still touching mine when it ended. I decided I was going to do some serious thinking about the whole evening. "What's good?" I asked as I opened the menu Larry had handed me. "Everything I've had has been good," Dave replied. "Same here." After we had eaten and were walking back toward the gym and our cars, I asked Larry if he needed a lift home since we would be headed in the same direction. "No, thanks. Got my car here. Came straight from work." I looked at Dave as if to ask the same question even though it occurred to me I didn't actually know where he lived. "Me too," said Dave. "And I'm in the opposite direction a little ways. Not real far from your office. But thanks anyhow." We got to my car first. "Nice meeting you Larry," I told him as I shook his hand. "You too. Glad to be able to put a face with the name." "Thanks for inviting me," I told Dave, shaking his hand as well. "Wait 'til you start hurting from the workout Bob's lined up for you before you say that," he replied in a tone that told me it was really a joke. "G'night, guys," I told them both as I walked around my car to get in. As I started the car, I watched them walk away. It occurred to me how comfortable an evening it had been and how much I was looking forward to Thursday. When I got to Linda's house, which I had begun to think of as 'home' since I had moved most of my clothes there, she was lying in bed reading. "So how was it?" she asked as I sat on the side of the bed. "Not bad at all. I met Larry. Seems like a nice guy. I signed up for a membership." "Did you get something to eat?" "Yeah, we went to a greasy spoon sort of place down the street from the gym. Larry said it was their regular place. Where's Mike?" "Spending the night at Chris's." The warm feeling I had had in my crotch throughout the evening suddenly increased as I realized we were alone in the house. I had been rubbing her knee almost absent-mindedly as we talked. Now I reached down to the bottom of her gown and slid my hand up the inside of her bare leg. "So we're alone, huh?" I said with a leer as I began grazing the inside of her upper thigh with my fingertips. "This's a surprise. I thought you'd be exhausted after your workout," she told me as she closed the book and dropped it to the floor beside the bed. I felt her legs open wider. I moved my fingers upward to slide them gently through her pubic hair. When I had first started staying over, she had worn panties under her nightgown, but that was now a thing of the past. "Think again, lady!" I told her as I pulled up her gown and buried my face in her crotch. To be continued _______________ Comments appreciated. Send them to TimFoure@hotmail.com. Flames ignored. Earlier chapters of this story are archived at WWW.NIFTY.ORG in the gay male/incest section.