Date: Sat, 27 Jan 2024 08:40:29 -0800
From: Phoenix <phoenixvixvi@gmail.com>
Subject: A Very Personal Trainer: Chapter 2

Chapter 2: "Locker Room Exchange"
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FEBRUARY 2012 | MARK:

    I still couldn't quite get over being ambushed, especially by one of
my own children. That thought still ran through my head every Thursday as
I'd head from the office to meet my son at the gym for our weekly session
with Owen. Honestly, if it were anyone else, I would've bailed on the
whole thing and just told Logan to do it himself. But since our trainer
was the son of one of my best friends, I actually wanted to keep going.
Even though he lived in the city now, Owen and I never got together, so
this was a good occasion to change that.

    And truth be told, it wasn't that bad. Even only after a few weeks, I
was starting to feel a difference. I was a little less winded at the end
of each session, and I had more energy during the day. Following Owen's
diet and nutrition advice was helping as well. This morning, for the
first time in a while, my pants felt a little too big, and I'd had to
make my belt a little tighter. Progress! I'd noticed a difference in
Logan as well, and he certainly spent time checking himself out in the
locker room mirror after every session, flexing and examining his muscles
from various angles like those annoying gym types. I wasn't quite ready
to be putting on a show like that, but I was happy for my son.

    And Logan did indeed get some spectators during his brief posing
sessions in the locker room. While I felt proud that my son attracted
some attention, the more general vibe here made things a little
uncomfortable for me. This gym was pretty "gay," or at least it seemed
that way on Thursday nights. There were never more than a few women
around. And the men... they certainly dressed to impress. Or
rather, didn't dress that much at all. Some of them wore workout gear
that basically seemed like underwear, leaving very little to the
imagination. Everywhere I looked there were nipples peeking out of tank
tops, bulges displayed in shorts so tight I could see cockheads outlined
clearly, and eyes constantly scanning the room, looking to make contact
and confirm interest in closer interaction.

    I typically avoided places that have this kind of energy, unless of
course I was looking for a quick indulgence. And certainly with my son
around, I took care not to notice the sights too obviously. I didn't
attract much attention myself in my sweatpants and baggy T-shirt. But
more than once, I'd found myself stopping at my favorite cruisy restroom
on the way home after a workout, looking to release the pent-up tension
in my preferred manner: getting an anonymous load of cum deposited in my
ass. Susan never questioned why I might jump into the shower immediately
after getting home from the gym, and it helped my mind recover from the
stimulating sights at the gym, just as much as the hot water helped my
body relax. Logan typically stayed to shower after our workouts, but I
wasn't quite ready to step into a crowd of naked muscular men with my son
alongside me.

    As our second session in February hit the 45-minute mark, I was more
winded than usual. Owen had changed up our routine and we'd started the
evening with some sprints on the treadmill, our muscular trainer standing
between the machines making sure we were giving it our all. I did, and
found I didn't have much left after that.

    "I'm too tired, you two," I finally said, out of breath as I finished
a set of bench presses. "I'm gonna head home a little early. I'll see you
next week, Owen." My old friend gave me an encouraging pat on the back
and told me to drink some water and get some protein in me tonight.
Snickering to myself as I waved goodbye to my son, I thought about
stopping off for a quick fuck on the way home, and I wondered if Owen
would count that as my dose of protein.

    But first, down in the locker room, I realized I still had 15 minutes
until my son was done with his workout. For once, that would give me
enough time to check out the sauna here. It was good for recovery, after
all. And I wouldn't mind the chance to check out the guys who might be in
there, muscles glistening with sweat as they flexed and stretched. The
thought of it was starting to get me hard as I grabbed a towel off the
rack and wrapped it around myself.

    After a quick but refreshing shower, I stepped into the heat of the
sauna. It was a little bigger than I'd expected, but otherwise pretty
typical with two tiers of wooden benches all around. There were two other
men inside, seated next to each other at one end of the small room. I
took a seat on the top bench opposite them. After settling in, I realized
I recognized them both. They'd been outside the gym that first day when I
was here waiting for Logan! One of them had a perfectly smooth chest with
large pecs and both nipples pierced. The other man was a little more
hirsute but his body hair was neatly trimmed, in a way that seemed to
further define his muscles. They both had their towels very loosely
wrapped around them, and the men nodded hello to me as I leaned back to
enjoy the heat. I nodded at them and then closed my eyes.

    A few minutes later, I heard some deeper breathing from that side of
the sauna, and when I opened my eyes I saw that both of the guys had
their hands under their towels and were clearly stroking their cocks. I
wasn't surprised, and even though it had been years since I'd been in a
situation like this, I knew the drill. I wasn't looking to play around in
here, not with Logan and Owen both in the gym. But I wanted to give these
guys a signal that I was cool if they wanted to have some fun. My cock
was already getting hard and I moved my hand down to grope it through my
towel.

    That was apparently the green light they had been waiting for, and a
moment later, I was treated to the sight of their erections popping out
as they opened their towels and continued to stroke. The one with the
piercings was shaved totally smooth, which I found incredibly hot. He was
uncut as well, and had big balls that moved around quite a bit as he
stroked his dick. The other guy's grooming extended down to his pubes,
which were as short as the rest of the hair on him, though I noticed his
balls were totally hairless. His cock was impressive, both long and
thick, with a large head that was shiny with sweat, or maybe with precum.
They were both looking right at me as they stroked themselves, which made
my own cock throb.

    After a moment, the hairier one leaned over and took his friend's
cock in his mouth. The pierced-nipple guy let out a soft moan as he
leaned his head back and closed his eyes. His smooth cock quickly
vanished down the other guy's throat. He was clearly an expert cocksucker
and I suspected he'd be getting a load of cum pretty quickly. I realized
I was looking forward to seeing that happen, and I slipped my hand under
my towel to begin jerking myself off properly as I watched.

    Things heated up quickly as the cocksucker picked up the pace and I
did the same. The smoother guy began to moan again and I got turned on
more by watching his huge balls tighten up against his body. I felt
myself getting close as well. As his friend started unloading down his
throat, the hairy guy's eyes opened and he looked right into mine. He
looked so fucking hot, staring at me with a mouth full of cock,
swallowing his buddy's load, that it sent me over the edge. Still under
the towel, my dick was angled down and I jerked out several spurts of cum
onto the lower bench in front of me. I closed my eyes from the intensity
and leaned my head back, withdrawing my hand from under the towel and
letting out a satisfied sigh. This had been a great way to relax, just as
I'd hoped.

    But in all this excitement, I'd lost track of time. I heard the sauna
door open a second later, and before I opened my eyes I heard my son's
voice.

    "Hey, Dad! I thought you left?" Logan said as he came in wrapped in a
towel, sounding cheerful and completely oblivious to what I was just
doing. I had a quick moment of panic before realizing that I'd finished
up just in time. My son hadn't seen me jerking off, and he hadn't even
noticed the other men in the sauna. Those two had already covered up
again with their towels, and I saw the hairy guy discreetly use his hand
to wipe some cum from his lower lip and chin. I think they both reacted
with surprise when they heard Logan call me "Dad."

    "Yeah... I was just cumming. I mean -- going," I said as I stood up,
making sure my towel was secure around my waist. The last thing I needed
was to have my still-semi-hard cock flopping around in front of my son's
face. I turned around to look at him as I opened the sauna door to leave.

    "Have a good night, son..." I said, my voice trailing off as I
watched Logan sit down on the lower bench in front of where I'd just
been. Without knowing, he was sitting right in the puddle of cum I'd left
behind. I wanted to scream "No!" but I couldn't do it without giving
myself away. So I shut the sauna door behind me, and left my son sitting
in the jizz that had made him.

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LOGAN:

    Owen and I finished up the workout pretty quickly after my dad left.
I'd grown to like Owen a lot over the past month, and I felt that I was
definitely getting my money's worth in the training, as well as making a
new friend. Usually when Dad and I wrapped up, Owen would head up front
to greet his next client. But today, he walked with me toward the locker
room and mentioned that he didn't have anyone else scheduled for tonight.

    His locker wasn't far from mine, and we chatted about trivial things
as we stripped off our sweat-soaked clothes. I opened my locker and
checked my phone and was pleased to find a text from my wife. It was a
text to say we'd managed to get a table at the restaurant we wanted to go
to for Valentine's Day. All thanks to her. Places like that were
usually hell to get into. And on Valentine's Day?! Forget it. I really
need to up the ante when it comes to her present this year. I only had a
few days to go.

    Looking forward to a nice shower, I slipped off my boxer briefs and
quickly wrapped a towel around my waist, as Owen took off his clothes
next to me as well. Unlike me, he wasn't in a rush to cover up. He got
down to his underwear and then took his time, going through his locker.
Almost every man that passed by looked at Owen's near-naked body, and I
didn't blame them.

    Today, instead of a jock, he'd opted for a pair of colorful briefs.
Absentmindedly, he adjusted things in the front so they fit just right.
And they really did fit right, I noticed. His ass looked amazing and his
bulge really stood out in the right way. Of course, Owen had a great ass
anyway, and he seemed to be pretty hung as well. I wasn't one to creep on
other dudes in the locker room, but when someone was as endowed as Owen,
it got noticed. By any definition, he was an Adonis and he clearly liked
to show off his body, so it was no surprise he had underwear that helped
him do that.

    Over the past few weeks, I felt like he and I had become buddies (in
addition to being friends as kids). So even though it was a weird thing
to ask, I decided to go for it and said,

    "Hey, so... I know this is a weird question, but... do you know where
I could get a pair of briefs like that? It's just... last year on
Valentine's Day, my wife wore this really sexy lingerie. Pushed her tits
all the way up," I said, pushing my pecs together with my hands, "and it
looked really fucking hot. They don't really make stuff like that for
guys. But what you've got on seems to do the trick," I chuckled. "So
maybe if I can get something like what you're wearing... that would help
me make her Valentine's a little more special this year."

    "Oh, these?" Owen said, looking down at what he had on and grinning.
"I've had them forever, I ordered them online years ago. I'm pretty sure
they don't sell them anymore, but... hey, if you want, you can borrow
them?"

    "For real?" I replied. I definitely hadn't expected an offer like
that. I'd never borrowed underwear from a friend before, or lent out a
pair of my own. I mean, why would I?

    "Sure, I don't mind," he continued. "Wanna try them on? I mean,
they're kinda sweaty now, but I don't know if they're your size."

    "Uh, yeah, sure..." I said, still a little surprised. "I mean, if
that's fine by you, yeah, I can try them on." Maybe this wasn't that
awkward after all? Owen was being pretty casual about it, so that made it
seem a lot less weird. Maybe it was a little gross, since we'd both just
been working out. But I was about to go shower, and obviously I'd toss
them in the laundry at home, if they ended up fitting me at all.

    Owen slipped off the briefs and handed them to me, standing in front
of me as naked as the day he was born. I couldn't help but glimpse down,
and see a large, thick, smooth-shaved cock dangling between Owen's
muscular thighs. Trying not to act awkwardly modest, I dropped my towel
and took the underwear from him. I put them on and turned to look at
myself in the nearby mirror.

    Owen was bigger than me (in every sense) but these weren't made of
cotton or anything else that got stretched out and stayed that way. These
felt more like a Speedo, and they clung to me though somehow didn't feel
tight. There was a nice softness to the material, and I realized it was
the shape created by the seams that helped make everything look better. I
felt kinda sexy, and I turned to check out the profile view. My bulge
looked huge!

    In the mirror I saw Owen step up close, still fully naked, his huge
cock flopping around as he moved toward me. He reached down and ran a
finger under the back of the briefs where they sat on my ass cheek.

    "If you get them right under this part of your ass, it looks even
better," he said, and he repeated the motion on the other side. It was
subtle, but he was right, the curve of my ass did look nicer this way.

    "And if you just..." he continued, reaching for my crotch. "Uh, may
I?" he paused and asked, looking up at me with a smile.

    "Sure," I replied, feeling a little silly myself, but also kind of
excited. It was cool to have a buddy willing to help me out in this
intimate way. I just hoped it wouldn't lead to another embarrassing
boner, like the one I got during our first session.

    Owen grabbed the top of the waistband right above my cock, and tugged
it upward slightly. Then, he ran his index fingers under the edge of the
briefs on either side of my bulge, starting at the bottom and moving up
toward my hips. I felt his fingers brush my balls on either side, and I
felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up when that happened.

    "See, you have to let them keep everything lifted up a little more,"
he said. "That gives you the maximum effect."

    I checked myself out in the mirror again as Owen took a step back. He
was right, things did look just a little more impressive.

    "Wow, man," I said, shaking my head with a little disbelief. "Thank
you so much! I owe you one. I'll get these back to you after
Valentine's."

    "No rush," he replied, patting me on the shoulder. "Just promise to
let me know how she reacts."

    "You bet," I told him, as we walked back to the lockers and I slid
the briefs off. As I grabbed my towel, I noticed Owen slid on a pair of
shorts not much different from the ones he'd worn during the training
session. They were short, and since he was now freeballing, I wondered if
he was worried about his long cock slipping out one of the leg holes
while he walked. "Nice problem to have," I thought to myself. I wished my
friend a safe trip home, and decided to head to the sauna for some
relaxation.

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