Date: Sat, 04 Apr 2015 22:05:22 -0700 From: Karl S. Friend Subject: Putting on Some Muscle Pt 3 - A/Y Please remember that Nifty.org survives on donations. That being said, I DON'T make any money on these stories! In other words leave those negative comments to yourself. If you'd like to send me emails I love hearing from you! The stuff I have to say. This is a complete work of fiction. I will repeat, this is a complete work of fiction. It's meant to entertain adults over whatever the legal age is where you are. If you do not meet those requirements please stop reading now. If you do meet all of those requirements, get the box of kleenex ready. Pull your pants down and, if you are so inclined, get out the oils. Please sit back and enjoy. Putting On Some Muscle --------------------------------------------------- Chapter 3 When I woke up Sunday morning my dick was hard as a rock. I tried 'jacking off' and was enjoying the feeling as I lay there. I had my pajama bottoms pushed down mid thigh and the cool air felt really good on my boner. I ran my fingers lightly up and down the stiff tube between my legs wondering what it was going to feel like when I started getting all hairy down there like the men I'd seen at the club. I wrapped my hand around my dick and started moving it up and down in earnest. As I was moving my hand a little tighter and a little faster I kept thinking of all the different men I'd seen the day before. The guy 'Dave' that had walked out of the steam room with a hard dick. Sal and his giant horse dick. My mind wandered back to Jeff telling me about Carson. Then about Carson and his hard dick. I felt my heart beating faster and could hear my breathing pick up as I stroked faster and faster. Suddenly my body tensed and it felt like my mind exploded. Then slowly the tension started to ease. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? Is that what Jeff had been talking about? I looked down to see if I had any cum but there was nothing there. Then I looked a little closer. It looked like a little drop of water was at the end of my dick. It didn't look like pee. Maybe?! I was just about to see if I could do it again when there was a knock at the door. I quickly yanked the blankets up over my bare middle. "Yeah?!" I said, probably sounding a little panicked. Usually the person on the other side of the door would have come in but then I heard my dad pause and say, "Get up and get ready for church. We're leaving in about 45 minutes." "Okay," I said as I stayed covered but reached under to pull my pajama bottoms up. He didn't come in. I quickly grabbed the stuff for the bathroom hoping that no one would be in the hallway as I covered my still half hard dick for my walk to the shower. As I stood in the shower I was suddenly so much more aware of my dick and balls. The soap felt so good as I washed them and I felt the wonderful stirrings starting to happen. Bang! Bang! Bang! I nearly jumped out of the shower. "Hurry up!", one of my sisters yelled through the door. Annoyed I quickly rinsed off and finished my shower. I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed out the door. "What took you so-o-o-o-o long?", my oldest sister said in a sing-song voice as I was walking back to my room. I looked back at her and stuck out my tongue as I darted back into my room. I heard her laughing as I slammed the door. 'Oh my God!' Does she know? I got dressed and ran downstairs so I could eat something. As I was finishing my breakfast my dad walked in. "What do you say you and I go to the gym this afternoon?", he said as he poured his coffee. "S-s-sure," I said as I almost spit out my last mouthful of cereal. "You can just wear a pair of shorts and a t-shirt today. Where are your tennis shoes?", he said as he looked toward the hallway. I quickly ran and got them out of the hall closet. I brought them back and he extended his hands for me to hand them to him. He examined the bottoms and shrugged. "These will probably be alright at first. We'll figure out if you actually want to run in them or not," he said as he handed them back to me. "We'll see how serious you are about this before we start investing any money into it. Grab your backpack and throw some workout stuff in there. Grab one of my gym towels. We can share a locker until we can get you a lock." I looked at him a little horrified as it dawned on me. "You mean we're gonna change clothes there?" "Where else? I don't mind driving to the gym in the clothes but I don't want the sweat all over my seats on the way back. We'll come home after church and change into some other clothes, then head off," he said as he finished off his coffee. I ran up the stairs and grabbed my backpack and dumped out my school stuff. I started stuffing in a t-shirt and decided to bring sweat pants instead of shorts. I didn't want to show off my skinny legs. I grabbed some socks and then a gym towel from the hall closet. I ran downstairs with my bag as my dad pulled the car around. My mom and sisters were outside waiting to get into the car as I flew out the door. "Honey, pull the door closed behind you," my mom yelled as I headed down the steps bag in hand. I ran back up the steps and pulled the door shut. I couldn't wait! As I got in the car my dad laughed, "We're not going RIGHT after church. I'll need to come home and change first." I felt a little silly. Church seemed to take forever. After church I was standing there practically going out of my skin. My mom and dad were talking to friends and my sisters were making goo-goo eyes at one of the football players from our school. The man that I'd recognized at the gym came over to my dad and they started talking. I was looking around and wondering when we were going to get out of there when my dad said, "Hey Ricky. Come meet Mr. Westin." I walked over and said, "Hello sir." "So your dad tells me you're going to start a work out routine. That sounds great. Wish I'd started at your age," he said with a smile as he shook my hand. "We'll see you at the gym," he said. He stuck his hands in his pockets and started talking to my dad again. It was then, as he put his hands in his pockets I noticed the bulge on one side of his pants. The pants were suit pants so the fabric was thin. I could see the outline of his dick right through his pants. What was wrong with me?! All of a sudden all I could think about were men and their dicks. Finally my parents were done socializing and we were heading home. I thought we were going to the gym when my dad changed but my mom said she was making lunch. I was going to go crazy! I changed out of my church clothes and went down to lunch. We all sat and ate lunch but I could barely eat. I felt like I was 5 and it was Christmas morning. Finally we finished and my mom started to clear the table. My dad pushed away from the table and said, "Go grab your stuff." On the way to the gym my dad started talking to me, "Okay son. If you're going to work out I want you to know that you have to be serious about it. I don't mind if you talk to people but be aware that some of the equipment can be dangerous if you use it the wrong way. If I tell you to do something a certain way it's because I don't want you to get hurt or (he emphasized) hurt anyone else by goofing around." I nodded, giving him my most earnest look. "Good," he said as we pulled into the parking lot, "then let's go put some muscle on ya!" The parking lot didn't seem very crowded. My dad looked around the parking lot. "Good," he said walking toward the door. "It's not too crowded. We'll be able to take as much time as we like on the equipment." I walked in with my dad and there was someone else at the desk. It was a guy who looked like he was about as old as Carson but had more muscles. He was reading a magazine. "Hey Mr. J," the kid looked up and said to my dad as we walked in. "Hey Spencer," my dad said as he came up to the desk and scanned his gym card. "My son's gonna join me today. I signed all the paperwork yesterday with Patty." "That's cool," Spencer said as he looked over at me. "So li'l dude, you gotta stay with your pops while you're in there, okay?" I just nodded. "Alright then," Spencer said as he let us through, "Go get 'em." As we walked in I turned to look at Spencer again but he was already looking back at his magazine. My dad said hi and waved to a few guys as we headed to the locker room. He headed down a few aisles of lockers toward the back. There was hardly anyone here. Darn. My dad, noticing me looking down the other aisles of lockers said, "Force of habit. I usually use these lockers in the back." He had confused my looking at guys with his locker choice. "Okay," was all I said. My dad started to pull off his clothes and I suddenly felt uncomfortable. I hadn't started undressing yet. "C'mon. Gotta jump in sometime." I started pulling my pants off and my shirt over my head. As I finally got the shirt passed my head I was surprised to see my dad completely nude with his back to me. He was digging through his gym bag and pulled out a jock strap. I didn't really get the whole jock strap thing. They made us buy them for gym but mostly it just seemed to mash everything. As my dad pulled it up I was fascinated by the dusting of hair on his butt and the way the jock strap framed his butt cheeks. I didn't remember ever noticing how big my dad's back seemed. I felt my dick start to stir and quickly reached for my sweat pants. I pulled them on in record time and quickly sat down to put on my gym shoes. As I was tying them I saw my dad turn around. I felt my mouth go dry. My dad's jock strap did not look like the other boys in the locker room at school. It seemed very full. I looked back down at my shoes and my dad reached into his gym bag and pulled out an old t-shirt. As he pulled it over his head his hips pushed forward toward me a little and the world was frozen. I could make out every detail of the penis beneath his jock. I could see the ridge of the head of his dick and see where the balls were stuffed inside. I quickly looked back down at my shoes. I had a full on rager now. Shit! My dad seemed oblivious. I grabbed my t-shirt and quickly pulled it over my head. My dad finally finished getting dressed and putting on his shoes. "Ready?," he asked as I handed him my bag and he put it in his locker. "I guess so," I said a little nervously. I was grateful that the t-shirt I brought was a little big and hung down over my crotch. "You're gonna get hot in those sweat pants," he said looking down at me. I shrugged and said, "Well, my shorts were dirty." He seemed to accept that as an answer and we headed to the work out floor. My dad took me to an area he called the warm up area and showed me some basic stretches and sit ups. I noticed as he was showing me how to do sit-ups that I could see up his shorts and see the mound created by the jock strap. My stomach was in knots. Once he felt we had warmed up enough we headed over to the 'free weight' area. There were some guys about Carson's age and some guys closer to my dad's age in the area. Two of the older guys who looked like they could be on the cover of those muscle magazines looked over at my dad and nodded. My dad gave them a friendly nod back. "Ben. Pete. This is my son Ricky," he said indicating me. Both guys gave a non-committal 'Hi'. I gave a little wave and they went back to their work outs. "Don't mind them," my dad said. "Remember how I said some guys take this very seriously?" I nodded. "They're two of them." My dad showed me how to do bicep and tricep exercises with some dumb bells and then we went over to what he called a "bench press". I could sorta see how it worked. My dad put some weight on each end and started raising and lowering it over his chest. He breathed in and out as he lifted and lowered the bar. He explained what he was doing as he went along. "Normally I'd use a little more weight but I wanted to be able to explain what I was doing," he said as he gave the bar a final push and returned it to the holding spot. I started to sit on the bench assuming I was going to do the same thing and my dad laughed. "Hold on sport. You aren't going to be able to do this much weight," he said as he went to pull the weight off one of the sides. I went to do the other side and could barely move it. WOW! My dad was strong. "We'll start you out with just the bar. No weight," he said as he pulled the weight off the other side. I frowned a little but he assured me, "The bar is 25 lbs. It'll be plenty." I laid back on the bench. As I scooted my head toward the top of the bench my dad stepped over the end of the bench. I could see right up his shorts. I could barely concentrate as he showed me where my hands should go. Once my hands were situated I pushed up. Nothing. I could barely move it. I tried again in frustration. "See. It's heavier than it looks," he said smiling down. I smiled back up trying to meet his eyes but all I could see was the dark confines of his shorts. "Let's get you started," he said as he lifted the bar. I felt my arms shaking as he gave me more of the weight. The bar slowly started to move down. That's when I realized - SO DID MY DAD'S CROTCH. His knees were bending so that he could guide the bar for me. It came closer to my face. Since we'd been working out we'd developed a little bit of a sweat. I could smell the scent of sweat and soap coming from the insides of his shorts. I was feeling light headed. My arms gave way. My dad quickly grabbed the bar and just like that the weight of the bar and the sight of my dad's crotch went away. "Sorry dad," I said as I sat up shaking a little. I wasn't sure if it was from the exercise or my dad's crotch. "Don't be silly. I told you that was a lot of weight. I'm shocked you got that far," he said with a big grin. "Tell you what. Why don't you go hang out over in the warm up area and work on some more of your stretching. I'm gonna do a couple more sets and I'll join you." "Okay," I said a little dejectedly. "Don't beat yourself up. We'll keep trying," he said. "Go practice." I heard him putting the weights back on the 'bench press' and I headed over to the warm up area. There were only a couple of guys working out and I wondered whether or not I'd ever have any muscles. As I approached the warm up area I noticed a man already there. He was younger than my dad but not by a lot. He looked a little like my dad though. His body wasn't really muscled but he had a flat stomach and a big chest. He was laying on his back. I think he had just finished doing some sit-ups. He had earbuds in and was humming to himself with his eyes closed. He had on the kind of shorts sorta like I see bicycle riders wearing. They were shiny and tight. You could see his dick pointing up towards his stomach. He didn't open his eyes as I approached. I don't think he knew I was there. Almost absentmindedly he reached into his shorts and readjusted the bulge of his dick pushing it to the side. He left his hand there a second and squeezed. He slowly opened his eyes. He saw me and he quickly pulled his hand out. He turned a little red, smiled and sorta shrugged. I laid down next to him and started doing sit up like my dad had shown me. I was having trouble remembering when to breath. I closed my eyes and tried concentrating on the sit up. I was starting to get a little frustrated. I heard the guy next to me chuckle. I opened my eyes. "You're making it waaaay harder than it has to be," he said with a smile. "What do you mean?", I asked feeling a little embarrassed. "Here, lay on your back," he said as he approached. "Bend your legs at the knees. Now, put your hands behind your head and lift with your stomach. You need to keep your head resting on your hands." I flinched as I felt his big hand on my stomach. I opened my eyes. "Now try it again," he said, obviously not seeing the shock at his touch. "Pull from here." I did as he said and felt his hand push down a little as I tried to lift my head. I could actually feel my stomach muscles tighten as I lifted. "That's it," he said with a big smile on his face. "Now, do it 50 more times!" he said as he smile got bigger. "Hey Chris," my dad said as he approached. "Givin' my son some tips?" "This is your son?," he said looking at my dad then me. "I can see the resemblance now." "I'm not gonna pay you for the training," my dad said smilingly. "Nah, the first one's free," he said with a little laugh as he stood up. As he arched backward I saw the lump in his shorts even better. It was big. My dad said, "Ricky, this is Chris. He's one of the top trainers here at the gym. Any advice he can give you, take it to heart." I slowly got up and stood between them. "Nice to meet you Ricky," Chris said as he held out his hand. I shook it. His hands seemed huge too. Did all the guys have big hands at this club? My dad and Chris talked a little more. They were talking about something at the other end of the gym so I kept staring at Chris's big bulge whenever I thought I could do it without him seeing me. He pointed out something at the far end of the gym which made my dad stare even harder at the end of the far corner. As my dad strained to see I watched Chris's hand drop to his bulge and squeeze it a little. My heart was doing a million miles a minute. As my dad continued to stare off at the other end of the gym I happened to catch a reflection in one of the mirrors. Chris was looking right at me. I didn't realize it but he could see me watching him the whole time. I felt all the blood rush out of my face. As I met his eyes he smiled and winked. Finally my dad said, "Well, I just don't see it." Chris shrugged and said something. The blood was pounding so loudly in my ears I didn't hear a thing he said. "I'll let you get back to your work out," my dad said to Chris. "We're gonna shower and head out. I think Ricky's had enough for the day." "Well, good luck and nice to meet you Ricky. If you ever need any help with anything you let me know," he said as he smiled and winked at me again. My dad turned me around and we headed back to the locker room. As we were walking he said, "What did you think of your first day?" "It was good. Kinda hard," I said feeling a little bit of a twinge in my biceps. "I can feel it here." "Ha! Just wait 'til tomorrow." As we got to the locker I wasn't sure what to do. I knew I had to shower and change but I was embarrassed to be doing so in front of my dad. He unlocked the locker, pulled out my gym bag and handed it to me. He then grabbed his towel out of the locker and started taking off his clothes. He pulled off his shirt and I watched the sweat under his arms and down his chest. He kicked off his shoes and socks. I had just pulled my shirt over my head. That's when I saw his shorts come off. He pulled off his shorts and his jock strap in one quick motion. I saw his dick flop out. It was a little mashed by his jock strap so he casually started pulling it out. LIKE IT WAS NO BIG DEAL. I felt my face flush. I sat down on the bench to untie my shoes and pull off my socks. Dad reached into the locker again. Out of the corner of my eye I could see his dick fall forward and away from his giant balls. "C'mon slow poke," he said and shocked me back to reality. He took his towel and wrapped it around his waist. I quickly took my towel. I turned away from him as I pulled down my sweat pants. I was a little hard. I wrapped the towel around me before I faced my dad. He grabbed my clothes and stuck them in the locker. "Alrighty then, let's get cleaned up," he said as he headed in the direction of the showers. I knew we were headed toward the showers because I could hear the showers running. We stepped into a room that had about 8 shower nozzles on the walls. There weren't any kinds of separators between the showers. I didn't know what to do. Oh my god! Was I gonna get a boner in here? There were two guys showering at the other end of the shower room and when we entered they quickly turned toward the opposite wall. I couldn't tell what had happened but my dad said, "Why don't you shower over here next to me." He had deliberately put himself between me and the man on the end. It was almost painful to take off my towel but my dad took it and hung it on a hook. He indicated a soap dispenser on the wall and I quickly started soaping myself up. I noticed my dad soaping up. I watched as the soap bubbles ran down his body. I noticed a little fountain that appeared at the end of his dick as the water ran down. Oh darn. Oh darn. Oh darn. I could feel myself getting hard again. I noticed that the guys at the end just stood facing the wall allowing the water to run down their backs. As one guy shifted I noticed his dick was hard. This was not going to make my situation any easier. He saw me look over but instead of being embarrassed he turned his body the other way. My dad couldn't see but he was giving me a full view of his hard dick. It wasn't as big as my dads but it was definitely bigger than mine. He pulled it a couple of times and then turned back to the wall. I tried to finish before my dad so that I could grab my towel but wasn't fast enough. My dad happened to look down as I quickly tried to cover myself. He leaned in and half whispered, "Don't worry about it. It happens to all of us." It didn't make me feel any better. In fact I felt even more embarrassed that he noticed and said something about it. He handed me my towel and I quickly dried off and wrapped it around myself. When we got back to the locker I quickly put on my clothes and tried to keep occupied in my backpack while my dad finished dressing. When he finished he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me with him. "Wanna do this again?", he said with amusement noting that I seemed a little flushed. "Yeah," I said. "I just didn't realize there was so much stuff to remember." "You'll remember it eventually. It gets easier the more you do it." He was quiet for a minute like he was thinking about something. "Do you remember what I said to you yesterday," he said quietly. "I guess." I wasn't quite sure where this was going. "What part?" "That what happens at the gym is just between us guys," he said as though there was more to follow. "Yeah," I said weakly. "I just want you to remember that. Sometimes guys will...", he trailed off. "Well. Sometimes just gotta let off a little steam. It happens in lots of different ways and sometimes there will be stuff that your mom or sisters wouldn't understand. If you ever feel uncomfortable around it, just walk away. No need to make a big deal of it." "Okay," I knew exactly what he meant! "Good," he said firmly and then a little softer, "Good." Was my dad aware of the guys in the shower? Did he think it was okay what they were doing? I was so confused. "Dad," I said quietly. "Yes?" He seemed a little hesitant. "Did the guys in the shower... Well, I mean, were they..." I didn't know how to say what I wanted to say. "They were 'blowing off steam'," he said with a little laugh. "Oh," I said. And for some reason that seemed like the funniest thing in the world. I laughed. That made my dads shoulders relax. He repeated the mantra again, "What happens at the gym is just between us guys." ************************************************************* I hope you enjoyed this fictional story. Thanks to those of you who have sent me your experiences. There are a couple of you that have been sending me some great stories. I wish you'd think about sharing them with the rest of the Nifty community. If you have any compliments or good dirty stories please feel free to email me: karlsfriend@gmail.com