Date: Wed, 28 Feb 2024 10:59:22 -0500
From: Phoenix <phoenixvixvi@gmail.com>
Subject: A Very Personal Trainer: Chapter 6

Chapter 6: "Your Son Might Surprise You"
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JUNE 2012 | MARK:

    Apparently, my son was right in that mutual accountability would help
us a lot when it comes to working out. Usually, my New Year's resolutions
never made it to February. This year, summer had started and Logan and I
were still regularly seeing our personal trainer every single week. I
don't know if it was the fact that our trainer was Owen, or that I was
doing this together with my son, or that I would be turning 50 later this
year, which was starting to feel like a fire under my ass; but for once,
I was actually sticking with a health routine. I was even drinking kale
smoothies now (!); as embarrassed as I was to admit it.

    Even though Logan and I enjoyed our regimen, we would have to put it
on hold for a few weeks during the summer. Both our wives loved leaving
the city as much as possible, so there were several upcoming trips
planned. Because of the complicated schedule, we'd decided to put our
workout sessions with Owen on hold until September.

    After our last session before "summer break," Owen made us promise to
stay as active as possible during the summer. I watched him exchange a
big, sweaty hug with my son, who had to leave quickly because he had
plans with my daughter-in-law. Even though I was usually the first to
leave, this time, Owen and I were left alone.

    "Do you have time to grab something to drink at the café?" I asked
Owen.

    "Sure, I could take a 15-minute break," he said, and signaled to one
of the other trainers to let her know.

    "C'mon. Green smoothie on me," I said, and wiping my forehead with my
towel, I led the way to the overpriced café at the gym. There, I waited
at the counter while Owen went and grabbed us a table. When I turned
around, I realized he was sitting next to the couple I'd jerked off with
in the sauna once; the guy with the pierced nips and his hairy partner. I
made sure not to make eye contact with anyone but Owen as I sat down.

    "I talked to your dad yesterday," I told Owen, handing him his drink.

    "Oh, really? Where are you guys off to this summer?"

    "It's funny, that's exactly what we were talking about. We're getting
together in New Orleans. That's where C.J.'s from."

    "Ooh, fun," he said before taking a sip. The large drink looked tiny
in Owen's big, manly hand.

    "You sure you don't wanna join us?" I asked.

    "Nah, I can't. I gotta work. Plus I got some plans with friends of
mine."

    "It's too bad you stopped coming," I said, sincerely. "It's been a
while."

    "Yeah," Owen agreed. "Since the year I graduated high school. We went
to Vegas that summer."

    "You should come," I said nostalgically.

    "You're one to speak! At least I joined you for a few years. Why
didn't you ever bring Logan along?!"

    "Because... unlike your dad, I was afraid of showing Logan that side
of me. The human side. I wanted him to look at me as just his 'father.'
Otherwise, he might lose respect for me."

    I surprised myself with my own honesty, but after seeing Owen every
Thursday for months, he was starting to feel like a close friend.
Besides, I'd noticed he and my son had also struck quite a friendship.

    "Well, that's bullshit," Owen said. "I can see why you felt that way,
but there was no need. Logan's a cool guy. You shouldn't be afraid to let
him in."

    "Yeah. The older I get the more I see that," I said, thinking again
of my upcoming 50th.

    "It's never too late," Owen smirked.

    "What, for inviting Logan to our get-togethers with all the buddies?"

    "And for getting closer to him here in New York. But the
get-togethers as well. He sounds pretty busy this summer, but maybe next
year? Hell, maybe I'll join you then as well."

    I nodded.

    "Your son might surprise you," Owen added cryptically.

    "I'll think about it," I said, followed by a moment of silence in
which Owen and I both sucked on our smoothies.

    During that moment, the two guys at the table next to us got up. They
were also sweaty after their workout and hadn't hit the showers yet.

    "C'mon. Let's go to the sauna!" the guy with the pierced nipples said
loudly, but he seemed to be looking at Owen and me rather than his
partner when he said that. The two men headed out, and I couldn't help
but check out their asses as they walked away. They were both wearing
short shorts, which clung to their sweaty glutes like a second skin.

    "A few weeks ago, your son and I were in the hot tub," Owen said out
of nowhere, "and those two came to join us," he said, pointing at the two
men. "It was late at night, and long story short: they started fucking
right there."

    "No!" I shouted in genuine shock. "Not in front of you and Logan?!"

    "Yes in front of me and Logan," Owen smirked. "That's what I mean,
your son might surprise you."

    "And he didn't have a problem with seeing it?" I felt bewildered.

    "Not unless you consider getting a boner 'a problem.'"

    This just kept getting crazier. If I didn't trust Owen, I'd think he
was making this up.

    "B-- But Logan's straight," I mumbled.

    "So what? Straight men are allowed boners. Besides, he's fooled
around with guys in the past."

    Good thing I was already sitting down, otherwise I might collapse
from surprise.

    "H-- How do you know?"
   "He told me. And I shouldn't be telling you, it's not my story to
tell. But I'm only doing it because I really want you to stop worrying
about your son or your family or anyone else getting to know you,
the real you."

    He reached over and took my hand tenderly. I immediately started to
calm down.

    "I... I... thank you for telling me this," I said.

    "It's okay. And Mark, if you ever wanna talk about anything... I'm
here for you."

    We both got up. Owen's break was almost over. And I had a lot to
think about.

    "You headed home?" Owen asked me as we left the café.

    "Yes," I answered, still imagining the sight of two men fucking in
front of my son. "But I think I'll check out the sauna first. I wonder if
those two guys are still there."

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OCTOBER 2012 | LOGAN:

    Turns out, what my father and I needed at this point of life was a
mutual activity. For years now, our conversations had become all about
business, and politics, and family responsibilities. There was no more
throwing a ball around or teaching me how to ride a bike. And... well, I
missed that.

    Luckily, personal training with Owen was just what we needed, which
is why we stuck with it for so long. The workouts themselves were great,
but it was also such a social activity for the three of us to get
together. Thanks to it, I'd become friends with both Owen and my father.


    After a couple of months off for the summer, Dad and I were back to
the gym every Thursday. And by the time the middle of October rolled up,
there was no doubt that I would be inviting Owen to my birthday party.

    My 25th birthday fell on a Thursday, but my party wouldn't be until
that weekend. So on my birthday, I went to the gym as scheduled with Dad.
I'd already had lunch with my wife and kids that day, and the plan was to
have dinner with my father. That evening, Dad took both Owen and me out
for a meal after our workout.

    After a large dinner with plenty of wine, Dad had to go home and pass
out, but Owen and I were still in a party mood. We went together to one
bar, and then another. Next thing I know, we were taking a cab to Owen's
place to have "one final drink" there before I headed home.

    I'd never been to Owen's, and walking into his apartment felt
surprisingly exciting (granted, it might've been due to my tipsiness). I
would get a glimpse into his style, his tastes, his world. He'd dropped
plenty of hints that he got laid pretty often, and I knew he lived with
another gay guy. I'd even gathered that Owen fucked his roommate now and
then. The casual and friendly nature of that titillated me, and even
turned me on. I loved my family and wouldn't change anything about my
life, but sometimes I did wonder what it would be like to be single at my
age, to have friends that I sometimes had sex with. A few of my other
male friends had women like that in their lives, "friends with benefits."
My wife and I had gotten together so young, and she was the only friend
with benefits I'd ever had.

    Owen clicked on a few lights and said something about his roommate
Kyle bartending until late tonight. He disappeared around a corner into
the kitchen area, and I heard the clinking of glasses as I looked around.
The place was decorated in a sparse but deliberate way, with only a few
wall decorations and small plants accenting the furniture. A large TV
dominated the living room, and sat in a nice TV cabinet and shelf unit,
with books and a few trinkets filling the other spaces. I noticed a
rainbow-hued glass sculpture on one shelf, and wondered if that belonged
to Owen or Kyle.

    "Bottoms up," a voice behind me said, startling me a little in my
somewhat drunken state. I turned and saw Owen reaching out to me with a
glass of whiskey. As I took it, I noticed ice in his glass but not in
mine. "Did he remember that I like mine neat?" I thought to myself. I
felt my face flush as I thought about how nice that felt; how considerate
that he knew how I liked a drink.

    We sat down on opposite ends of the couch, and when I saw Owen kick
off his shoes, I did the same. "One final drink," I reminded myself as I
gently sipped my whiskey. Owen again mentioned how cool it was that my
dad and I had gotten closer over the year. The three of us had talked
about that at dinner, and both Dad and I let Owen know we credited him
with a lot of that. For the first time ever, I had a friend in common
with my father.

    I joked that Owen could offer services as a family therapist or a
life coach in addition to the fitness training. He laughed and remarked
that he and his roommate had talked about how they both had jobs where
they often ended up hearing about people's personal ups and downs and
offering advice, even though it wasn't in their job description.

    "Well, you should charge extra for it," I said. We smiled at each
other in a moment of silence. Feeling curious and emboldened, I decided
to take advantage of the situation and get to know my buddy even better,
on a more personal level.

    "So, you said you and your roommate have fucked around?" I asked
candidly. I was pleased to see Owen laugh and let his head roll backward,
seeming like the subject really amused him.

    "Oh, we have fun now and then," he answered nonchalantly. "Sometimes
it's quick and more out of convenience, I think, and other times it's hot
as fuck." He nodded as he said that last part, and looked like he was
thinking back on something pleasant. "I've known Kyle almost since I
first moved to New York, and we've never had drama or anything. He's a
good friend."

    "Do you guys ever have three-ways?" I asked, now even surprising
myself with my candor a little bit. Truth was, threesomes were something
else I felt like I'd missed out on, getting married so young. My wife
wasn't necessarily opposed to the idea, but with the kids around, it
wasn't easy organizing something like that. If there was anyone I could
talk to about that, it was Owen. And I really wanted to hear some more
sordid details from his personal life.

    "Oh yeah, that happens more than anything when it comes to Kyle and
me," Owen replied casually. "One of us usually has a guy over a few times
a week. Sometimes you make it to the bedroom before you get going...
Other times you're fucking on the couch when your roommate gets home and
joins in."

    He cracked up little as he said that.

    "Really?!" I was amused and took another sip, before probing for more
details. "So he's walked in on you?" I felt myself start to get hard in
my pants, but I didn't care if Owen noticed. It's not like he hadn't seen
me hard before.

    "He's walked in on me. I've walked in on him. Other people have
walked in on us."

    "When did that happen?" I asked, turned on by the open and casual
nature of this conversation. Owen paused, probably deciding if he should
tell me the story. He looked down (did he notice my boner?), then
continued.

    "Well... 'Bout five years ago, after I moved to New York," he said,
then paused again and laughed. "My dad walked in on me and Kyle."

    "Oh wow," I said, shocked that Kevin had come up in this
conversation. Then I realized that Owen might only be starting the story.
"Oh shit... did you... I mean, did he...?"

    "Yup," Owen nodded, doing kind of a cocky half-smile. "Dad and I
nailed Kyle at both ends."

    "Holy shit!" I exclaimed. That really blew my mind for a moment.
Kevin, who I'd known my whole life, would do something like that?!

    My first thought was to wonder who got which end. I could see all the
possible scenarios in my mind already. It was wild enough to have a
threesome, but to have one with your father?! In my horny, drunken state,
suddenly I got a visual of my dad and me with a hot woman, him fucking
her and me with my cock in her mouth. Pulling her hair while I made eye
contact with Dad. My cock was now fully hard and my hand was groping it
before I realized it was happening.

    "How did that all come about?" I asked Owen, aware that he could see
me squeezing my crotch.

    "How about you whip that out and stroke it while I tell you the
story?" he replied. This was the in-charge Owen I usually saw. I felt my
heart racing and, feeling obedient, I unzipped my pants.

    Owen told me about that day, and I found my mind on two separate
tracks. I was listening to my friend tell me this truly wild story, that
sounded more like a porno movie than anything else. Kevin coming out of
the shower and catching his son fucking his roommate. Simultaneously, I
was replaying that scene in my head, but recast with me, my dad and the
hot woman. This time it was me fucking her and Dad getting sucked. Still,
hot as hell to think about, and I realized I might cum soon.

    I slowed down a little as Owen finished his tale, and then stopped
stroking altogether for a moment when I saw Owen reach down and open up
his fly. A moment later, his huge cock was on display, jutting out from
the opening in his black pants. With his dress shirt on, his huge muscles
making the fabric stretch and the sexy smile on his face, he looked like
he was on an R-rated GQ magazine cover. As Owen started stroking himself,
I resumed jerking off as well.

    "Are you thinking about you and your dad doing that to some chick?"
Owen asked, as if he could read my mind. His eyes were locked on me. I
secretly appreciated the eye contact, since it helped me not stare at his
impressive cock.

    "How'd you guess?" I said, smiling. It seemed like Owen knew more
about me than just my drink order. He looked like he was about to answer
my question, but decided to say something else instead.

    "Think you two might ever get to do that?" Owen asked, cocking his
head but still looking right at me.

    "Probably not," I said, still stroking and imagining the scene again
in my head. "It's hot to think about, but neither of us would ever..." I
trailed off, thinking "Would I? Would HE?"

    "You never know what might happen," Owen said playfully. "I mean, is
this how you thought tonight would end?" He gestured at his groin, and
then at my own crotch.

    "Fuck... No, I sure didn't," I said, suddenly feeling really turned
on again. Owen slowed his stroking and I couldn't help but stare at his
swollen cock. I realized he was looking at mine as well, and that got me
even more worked up. Then, I saw Owen quickly scoot toward me on the
couch with one fluid motion. My eyes followed his hand as he reached for
my cock.

    "It's fun when life surprises you," he said quietly, and I let go of
my cock as he took over jerking it. I moaned loudly and threw my head
back. I felt my cock spasm and the surges of pleasure roll through my
body. I started to cum, lost in my climax, enjoying this surprising
development.

    After a moment, I pulled my head back up, let out a breath and looked
down to see Owen's hand slowly moving up and down my hard cock. It was
covered with cum, more than I expected to see. A last small surge came up
and ran down his knuckles. My eyes went to Owen's face and he looked
happy as a clam. Not in the way I did -- I noticed Owen was still hard
and he definitely hadn't shot his load. I knew he was just genuinely
happy to have helped me cum.

    My friend gave my cock a last, gentle tug, scooping up all the jizz
I'd shot. We both sat back to catch our breath.

    "Thanks for that, buddy," I said, slightly out of breath.

    "You're welcome. See you August 2nd."

    "What?" I was confused.

    "That's my birthday," Owen said with a grin. "You owe me a handjob
then."

    "Deal," I chuckled and offered him my hand.

    Owen accepted it, and I realized he still had my cum all over his
hand. We shook hands like that for a few seconds, before he got up to
bring us a towel.

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