Date: Sat, 23 Jan 2016 08:46:58 +0000
From: Tom R <wonderwhystories@hotmail.com>
Subject: Moving in with My son, part 5

Moving in With my Son, Part 5


Jake turned to me and said "Dad, Kevin and I were going to head over to our
gym this afternoon for a workout. I think we all could use some sweat time
to get some of last night out of our systems. Wanna join us? I can get you
in with a guest pass."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After a short nap I felt more refreshed and started to pack my gym bag. The
thought of trying out a new gym sounded good, it always helped to mix up
the workout routine with a change of scenery. The gym by my office was
working fine, but maybe I'd find more inspiration at this one -- it was a
"gayborhood" gym after all, as the boys liked to say, and so I assumed that
the clientele might have a higher level of general fitness and dedication
than what I saw at my downtown financial district chain gym. Not to make
blanket stereotypes about gay guys being more fit than straight guys,
but...come on.

As was puttering around my room I got a text and, after reading it, all I
could do was close my eyes and groan in exhaustion. It was from my boss,
the CEO of our company, and he needed me in LA tomorrow morning for some
investor meetings, which would be going most of the week. Important stuff,
for sure, but I was already irritated at how much this would set me back
with what I had going up here in SF. Did they think this new office was
going to run on auto-pilot? I sat down at my computer and quickly booked a
late evening flight and hotel for myself.

"What's up, dad?" I heard Jake ask from behind me as I finished up the last
few clicks and made sure everything was arranged. He might have heard my
earlier reaction to the news, or maybe it was already time to go work out.

"Ugh...last minute thing. I'm flying to LA late tonight and I will probably
be there most of the week." I said.

"Aw, that sucks," my son said as he walked up behind my chair and started
giving me a light shoulder rub. "I know you said you had a bunch of stuff
to get done at the office up here this week."

"Yeah, well, it is what it is." I said, resigning myself to reality and
also relaxing from Jake's gentle pressure on my neck and shoulder
muscles. "Mmm that feels nice".

"And...Aw, man! I thought we could also hang out here tonight, just the
three of us. You know, like you told me you and your buddies used to do in
college? `Circle J Sundays' was it?"

"Hah! Yep." I said, closing my eyes and relaxing a bit more. "But I also
told you we'd use those Sunday nights to regale one another with tales our
separate weekend conquests. And I think we all already know what we were
getting up to last night, don't we?" I turned my head back and looked up at
him with a grin.

Jake got a slightly wicked look on his face and then laughed and said
"yeah, yeah, I guess so. Still I was...I guess I was looking forward to
it."

Damn, I thought. My son really wants to jerk off with me again. What was up
with that? It wasn't all that surprising given that he had basically told
me it had been a fantasy of his for a while. Right before we had made it a
reality in a secluded area of Golden Gate Park the day before. He's just a
horny young guy, not much different from me at that age, I figured. Indeed,
the constant horniness and need for relief was was led my college roommates
and I to start the Circle J Sundays tradition in the first place.

"Maybe next weekend, Jake," I said in a humorous tone. "And hey, it's not
like we have to wait for it to be Sunday."

Did I really just say that? Maybe there was something in the air in this
place, I said to myself, and shook my head with a smile.

"Let's get going, guys!" I heard Kevin's voice from the other room. Jake
took his hands off my shoulders and left to grab his gym gear. I tossed on
my sneakers and grabbed my own bag, and the three of us were soon walking
down the street to the gym that was a few blocks away.

I was surprised that there wasn't much in the way of signage on the outside
of the building. The whole thing was on the second floor and there were
lots of windows up there, but from the street the place could have easily
been mistaken for a warehouse or nondescript office building. Like many
places in San Francisco the first level was an enclosed parking
garage. Kevin opened the door from the street with a keycard and we walked
up some stairs to another door. Once we entered I saw why the boys liked
this place. Not just for the crew of hot guys working out -- and there were
plenty -- but it was pretty large, and I realized the building must take up
most of the block. There was a huge free weight area, along with plenty of
cardio equipment, weight machines and spots for stretching and pilates. It
was extremely clean and things looked well-maintained. Dance music played
and echoed but wasn't obnoxiously loud, and the sound of clanking weights
and low conversation balanced out the scene to make a great first
impression. I quickly noticed that the patrons were all male, and
remembered Jake mentioning that it was a men-only gym. Something about how
the current owner had taken it over a few years back and remade it that
way, even combining the two locker rooms (one had been the women's) to make
a single expansive and luxurious one. I couldn't wait to see that, if the
rest of the gym was any indication.

Jake and Kevin greeted the front desk attendant, who obviously knew them on
sight, and arranged for me to sign in as their guest that day. Jake made a
comment that I might join up if I liked the place (odd, since we hadn't
talked about that, but it was always a possibility I guess) and that they
would make sure I got a good tour. As I listened to the whole conversation,
I noticed that neither Jake nor Kevin referred to me as Jake's father. I
was their "roommate" or "Tom" whenever either one of them spoke about me. I
thought that was interesting but didn't think much of it. The attendant, a
guy about my age named Todd, didn't seem to take note that Jake and I had
the same last name, when he took a quick look at my driver's license. Or
else didn't think much of it (it's a common name). He handed it back to me,
winked and smiled a big grin and just said "Enjoy yourself, buddy."

I thanked him and the three of us walked along the side of the open space
toward what I assumed was the door to the locker room. As we passed some of
the other patrons I noticed some smiling at Jake and Kevin, others doing
the head-nod hello and a few shouted out some greetings. My son and his
boyfriend seemed to be pretty popular, but I got the feeling that everyone
here was just friendly. There was lots of sweat and testosterone in the
air, and lots of bigger muscular guys (along with other body types) but it
didn't have the undertone of aggression that you find in some of the
"straighter" bodybuilding gyms.

Kevin pushed open the door to the locker room and we strolled inside. I
wasn't disappointed. The front of the space had rows of lockers and a wall
of mirrors with a counter. As we headed toward one of the back locker rows
(me following the boys' lead) I noticed the back half of the space had a
big jacuzzi that could probably seat 8 people, doors to a steam and sauna
and entrances to both an open shower room and at least one row of curtained
stalls. A door to the bathroom area rounded out what I had to admit was a
pretty fucking posh locker room.

I said as much and Jake and Kevin both smiled, with Kevin saying "Yeah,
Tom, I knew you'd be impressed. This isn't some old 24 hour chain gym like
you're used to." And he was right. I hadn't even set down my bag and I was
already thinking I could get used to this. We turned down the last row of
lockers, not far from the jacuzzi, and I noticed two guys down at the far
end of the row up against the wall. Both were naked, with one holding but
not wearing a towel. They were clearly moving apart after what was probably
an intense kiss, given how one of them was still pressed back up on the
concrete wall. Both, I noticed, had full erections and weren't making any
attempts to hide them.

"Kev! Jake!", one of the studs shouted. "I haven't seen you guys on a
Sunday in a couple weeks! How you been?"

"Good, Armon," Kevin answered in a warm tone. "How about yourself? Still
can't get enough of Richard, I see". Kevin nodded at the other guy in the
duo, who had now turned to his open locker and started casually rummaging
though his stuff. He turned as Kevin mentioned his name and gave a friendly
nod.

"Yeah well..." Armon replied, looking at his friend. "He's hot as fuck, so
what am I supposed to do?" Jake and Kevin both laughed a little at that. I
just smiled and stood there a little awkwardly. As they all spoke I noticed
that Armon, who seemed like he might be part middle-eastern, was pretty
hairy but kept it all trimmed pretty short. His still-hard cock was thick
and uncut and the foreskin was pulled most of the way back, showing off his
deep purple cockhead. Richard was almost the opposite, he was very fair and
looked of northern European ancestry, with very little body hair. In fact,
I realized, he had none at all, much like Kevin. His cock, also still hard,
was cut and quite long, maybe 8 inches, curving slightly downward. Why was
I staring at these dudes' bodies and cocks? I guess because I didn't have
much else to do as they carried on with small talk. I didn't know where my
locker was or anything.

"Oh, jeez, sorry -- guys, this is our new roommate, Tom," said Jake. as he
gestured for me to step forward. I noticed again that he didn't say
anything about me being his dad. "He's checking out this place for the
first time." Both Armon and Richard stepped forward to shake my hand,
introduce themselves and welcome me to the gym. Both of them still had
mostly-hard cocks while we spoke. After saying they hoped I'd join the gym,
they grabbed their towels and slung them around their necks, closed their
lockers and headed off to the showers. I noticed Armon's hand drift to
Richards smooth muscular ass as they walked up the row of lockers and
turned toward the wet area.

"You can use the locker next to mine, Tom," I heard Kevin say, and I turned
my head to see that both he and Jake were already shirtless and pulling off
their shoes. We all quickly changed into workout clothes, and I noticed
that both the boys favored short jogging-style shorts and tight tank
tops. I wanted to make a joke about the 80's really being back, but I
didn't think they'd appreciate it. Still, they looked like models from a
workout video of that era. I found myself feeling proud of both of them,
and realized it also felt nice to be thinking of Kevin in that way -- like
another son.

I pulled on my own gym clothes -- some modern-length workout shorts and a
pleasantly snug t-shirt -- and headed out to the gym floor. I noticed Armon
and Richard sitting in the jacuzzi, making out. Judging from the motion of
their shoulders, even with the rest of their arms underwater, it was fairly
obvious that there was more going on beneath the surface.

Wow, I thought to myself. So this is how things are at a mostly-gay gym. I
wasn't bothered at all, and in fact was interested to observe some of the
social dynamics here. At this point, after everything that had happened
over the past few weeks, I supposed the odds of being presented with some
sexual opportunity here was pretty high. As were, I guess, the odds of me
being open to that. I probably would't have said that six months ago, but
it felt good to be open to new possibilities, in some ways. Plus, I also
felt sure I would only do something I felt comfortable with. But that would
probably be while unwinding later after the workout, if at all. I had some
sweat to work up now!

The workout was great. The equipment was all in excellent condition and I
checked out all of the different areas. At one point, Jake, Kevin and I
were running on treadmills next to one another and got into sort of a race,
or maybe more of an endurance test. I was the first one to have to slow
down and immediately felt a little old, but about 30 seconds later Jake
gave in too. Kevin, who ran daily anyway, was the clear winner and kept
going for a while just to show off. I socialized a little, both when the
boys were nearby and on my own. No new best friends made, but everyone was
polite and it seemed like a good place overall.

The boys and I wrapped up our workouts and the three of us stood in the
back of the workout area, drinking the last out of our water
bottles. "Shall we go shower and relax, gentlemen?" Kevin asked with a
smile.

"Lead the way" I replied, and he walked over to the locker room door as we
followed him. There were a few more guys milling about the locker area than
when we had arrived, I noticed as we made our way back to our row. I
noticed one dude rubbing the shoulders of another one who was sitting down
on the bench in front of him, as we passed a row. The guy sitting down was
naked, and had his eyes closed while getting the massage. The one standing
up was in a jockstrap and was speaking quietly, too low to hear as we
passed by. Other guys I saw were just changing, or sitting and checking
their phones. When we reached our lockers I noticed a guy about halfway
down our row, shirtless and tying his shoes. He was probably around my age,
bur hairier than I was. He looked up as we approached and brightened up
when he saw my son and Kevin.

"Hey Gary," Jake said to the guy tying his shoes. "How's things?"

"Hey guys. Doing good, doing good. How bout yourselves?" Gary replied.

"Just had a great workout, man." Kevin said as he opened up his locker. "Oh
and this is our new roommate, Tom. Tom this is Gary, he and his son work
out here, but I usually don't see them on the weekends. so this is a nice
surprise."

"Hi there Tom," Gary said as he shook my hand. He had a nice, firm
handshake and maybe little bit of mischievousness in his eyes. "Yeah, we're
trying to work in a weekend day when we can."

"Where *is* the little guy?" asked Jake, as he peeled off his sweaty shirt
and tossed it into his locker.

As if on queue, a voice came from the open end of the row of lockers and a
younger guy, who I assumed was Gary's son. came around the corner. "Come on
`Big Jake'...", the kid said with a humorous but sarcastic tone. "You know
I hate it when you call me the little guy!" The smaller fellow was indeed
little, but clearly worked out regularly. He was lean but very muscular and
had a deep tan that made me assume he was either a swimmer or just
frequented a tanning salon. He had a slight five o'clock shadow -- so
slight I might have joked it was more of a two o'clock shadow -- that made
him look like an older teenager. But with his smaller frame and the
slightly whiny response he had for Jake, I had to wonder a little about his
actual age.

The kid was shirtless and only had a pair of small red athletic shorts on,
the kind that basketball players wore when I was a kid. I had to admit,
with his smaller but sculpted and tanned legs, they worked well on him. As
he moved to walk past me to get to his own open locker next to his dad's,
he seemed to notice me for the first time. Or perhaps it was because I was
pulling my own wet t-shirt off right at that moment. The look of interest
in his gaze was unmistakable even to me, and he stopped and watched me
finish removing my shirt before giving me a "cool guy" head nod and saying
"Hey".

"Hey yourself," I replied, and I heard Gary chuckle next to me.

"Finish getting dressed, kiddo, and let's get out there and work up a
sweat," Gary said to his son. The older man pulled on his own tank top,
which showed off his hairy and muscled arms quite nicely, and glared at his
son, who was taking his time finding his own shirt. I noticed he was
stealing quick glances at Jake, Kevin and I, who all continued stripping
off our sweaty workout clothes. For a moment I had questioned -- perhaps
ironically, given my own situation -- a father bringing his teenage son to
a cruisy mostly-gay gym, but the younger guy was clearly in his element. I
wondered if his dad liked guys too, or if he was just here for the gym
equipment and inspiration, like I was.

Jake and Kevin were now stripped naked and grabbing their towels, and as I
shucked off my own shorts, Gary's son walked past, between me the locker
bench, to catch up with his dad who was already headed toward the locker
room door. I distinctly felt the kid's hand brush against my ass cheek as I
was bent over grabbing my shorts from around my feet. The contact lasted
almost a full second, and felt his fingers press into the flesh of my inner
glute quickly but confidently.

Damn, I thought to myself, that kid is bold. Groping a dude he just met
who's probably 20 years older than him. But hey, I could already tell that
guys weren't shy here.

I started to wrap my towel around my waist, but as I looked at Jake and
Kevin, already walking away from me and heading out of the row of lockers,
I saw they were strutting nude and proud with their rolled up towels in
their hands. When in Rome, I said to myself, and did the same. I caught to
them and the three of us walked side by side across the center of the
locker room, toward the open shower area. I noticed plenty of eyes on us. I
wasn't who everyone was looking at. Kevin and Jake got a few head nods and
hellos from random dudes, and I caught several others making deliberate eye
contact with me and smiling. One guy, at his locker only about a foot away
from me, even made a point of tugging at his not-quite-soft cock and
staring right into my eyes as I walked by. I'm not sure why, but I suddenly
felt both nervousness and anticipation. Again I realized that the hand I
had felt on my ass a moment ago probably wouldn't be the last one that
groped at me today. But also as before, I figured I'd just handle whatever
happened when it happened.

As we reached the outer shower area and were tossing our towels on hooks,
Kevin said "Yeah, Gary's a cool guy, he's one of the first members of this
gym, friends with the owner or something. Kinda wild that he brings his son
here, though."

Jake and I made eye contact when Kevin said that, and both of us smiled.

"Not that weird, is it, Jake?" I asked him in a humorous tone.

"Nah, not really, Tom", my son replied, laughing a little. Though we hadn't
yet discussed the fact that neither of them was referring to me as Jake's
father, it was clearly intentional. I wondered what was up with that, but
didn't really care ultimately,

"How old is Gary's son, though?" I asked. "If I had to guess..."

"You have to be 18 to belong here, so he must be 18," Kevin replied in a
slightly direct tone. I noticed that Jake just looked at Kevin briefly and
then smiled again. What was that about, I wondered.

The three of us found ourselves at adjacent shower heads and I think we all
lost ourselves for a few minutes, under the relaxing and hot spray. I know
my own muscles were enjoying it and I was looking forward to more heat in
the sauna or steam room, maybe some time in the jacuzzi. I glanced over at
Kevin and was again amazed at his chiseled and muscular frame. His eyes
were closed as he let the water hit the back of his head and cascade down
his hairless body. He was subtly flexing and stretching, both working the
muscles he'd just been using and, I suspected, showing off a little
bit. His hips were jutting a bit forward and his impressive cock was on
full display. Still soft but it looked like the blood was beginning to
flow. His show was not going unnoticed. I glanced across the shower room
and saw two guys, probably in their late 30s, both staring at Kevin and
casually stroking their cocks as they soaped up their bodies.

Looking one shower head further down on my side, I saw my son was facing
toward the wall and soaping up his lower back, ass and legs, with the water
hitting his chest. His eyes were also closed and he seemed relaxed as
well. Both his hands settled on his ass cheeks and I noticed one move
further down, some of his fingers moving to clean his
asshole. Damn...suddenly my memory of last night rushed back again. Earlier
it had been so hazy, I had half wondered if I had dreamed some of it. But
now in full color I remembered the sight of Jake's used and cummy hole
being spread open just a few feet away from me. Kevin's hands pulling my
son's ass open and showing it to me and Alan, as Jake's face was buried in
his crotch, throat full of cock. And I remembered Kevin's intense but oddly
hazy stare right at me as it was happening. It had been so overwhelming at
that moment, and I still wasn't sure what to make of all the feelings that
surged at the time. Adding to that was the fact that this morning, Kevin
didn't give any indication that he remembered me standing at the foot of
their bed and seeing all of this. I wondered if perhaps he was drunk or
high on something, which might explain both the weird stare and lack of
memory.

Shaking myself out the brief reverie, I noticed the guys across the shower
room were both now fully hard and stroking their cocks watching what was
suddenly now a three-man show. Jake was continuing to clean his hole,
though it might have become a bit more than that. I saw that his cock was
half-hard, and from my angle I could tell my son had at least two of his
fingers grinding up inside himself while he used his other hand to spread
his cheeks. His eyes were still closed but he probably knew he had an
audience. Kevin's eyes were now open and he was clearly stroking his now
hard cock for the onlookers as he lathered up his tanned and firm body. And
me? Whether it was something about remembering last night, or the relaxing
heat of the water, or just the charged atmosphere, I noticed my own cock
was at half mast. I wasn't embarrassed and didn't try to hide it but
figured it was time to at least soap up. As I worked up my own lather I was
feeling playful and smiled at the guys who were staring, giving my own cock
a few tugs.

I heard Kevin chuckle and I noticed that he had seen that. He just smiled
and winked at me as he turned around to rinse off. Had I just cruised some
dudes for the first time?

After a minute more, we were all rinsed off and it was time to move on. For
us anyway...the dudes across the way had now reached over to stroke one
another's erections and, while still glancing at the three of us, seemed
more wrapped up in each other. As we grabbed towels and exited the shower
room, I noticed the empty and bubbling jacuzzi and felt called.

"I'm gonna take a few minutes to soak, boys," I said, tossing my towel on
one the hooks by the tub. "You worked me hard today and I could use the
jets in a few spots."

"Alright, Tom," Kevin said, as he shot me a coy look. "I hope you'll join
us in the steam in a bit".

"Yeah, probably," I replied, as they headed to the frosted door which was
only a few few feet from the jacuzzi. Both of them still sported
semi-hardons that they did nothing to hide. My own cock had settled down as
I had left the showers. The two young men vanished into the steamy shadows
on the other side of the door, as I lowered myself into the almost-too-hot
water, with a long sigh. I found a good spot with the jet hitting me in the
middle back and settled in, again closing my eyes and just relaxing into
the warmth. The sounds of the locker room -- running water, footsteps, a
few conversations that were too far way to understand, and all of it
echoing off the tile and concrete -- all combined to a soothing cacophony
that helped me loose the stress about the upcoming travel and work week,
and recover from the alcoholic indulgences of the previous night.

After a little time had passed -- maybe just a few minutes, but I wasn't
sure -- I sensed that someone else was getting in the jacuzzi. I didn't
open my eyes right away but when I eventually did, I noticed that my new
tubmate was the younger guy from earlier, Gary's son (had he told me his
name?). The kid was looking right at me, sitting about ninety degrees
away. Not next to me, but closer than you might expect with just two people
in the small round pool. He smiled at me when he saw my recognition.

"Hey," I said, sitting up slightly in the water, "What's up?"

"I just saw you in here and I thought it looked relaxing, seemed like a
good idea," he said very casually, but keeping eye contact with me the
whole time.

"Didn't you guys just get here?" I asked. "What about your workout?"

The young man shrugged and looked over at the other end of the locker room
where the door to the main gym was. "Dad's got a long workout day today,
but me coming along was last minute. I had today planned as a rest day
anyway so..." he just trailed off.

"Oh," I replied, not knowing what else to say. "Well, this sure is a
relaxing spot to be, you're right." He went back to staring at me.

"So you're Kevin and Jake's roommate, huh? Are you going to join this gym?
It's a pretty great place, lots of good equipment and a good crowd of guys
who work out here." He paused and smiled with a mischievous glimmer in his
eye. "And lots of hot muscle dudes too..."

"Yeah I moved up here from LA not too long ago and this place is pretty
close to our apartment. Jake and Kev sure seem to like it...for all the
reasons you just said," I replied and smiled back. "Have you been coming
here long?"

"My dad has, I joined about six months ago," he said. "Lots of motivation
to get here as often as I can." He raised his eyebrows and looked down at
my chest as he made that statement. Was this kid trying to flirt with me or
something?

I stared at him for a second and again wondered how old he was. His face
and jaw had the look of a college student, sort of. And what I had seen of
his upper body, earlier and right now in the jacuzzi, was pretty toned and
he was putting on some mass. But his small stature and general attitude
sure made him seem almost like a high school kid. And I noticed he didn't
seem to have any armpit hair, as he sat with his arms spread along the rim
of the tub.

"Yeah," I decided to reply simply. "There's lots of...inspiration here, for
sure."

We sat for a while longer in silence, both of us enjoying the soothing heat
and jets. Or at least I was. After a few minutes he ran his hands through
his hair and sighed.

"Man, this water's hot!" he stated, and then hoisted himself up to a
sitting position on the edge of the tub. The water wasn't really that hot
now, at least to me, and I was surprised that he couldn't last longer fully
submerged. But I quickly realized that he was probably continuing his
attempt to flirt (or whatever) by showing off to me. And he certainly had
something to show. I was surprised to see that he was not only hairless
everywhere, but had no visible tan lines, and his cock was surprisingly
large. That might have had something to do with the lack of hair, or his
smaller frame, or the fact that he was clearly on his way to an
erection. Probably a combo of all three. He noticed me looking at his
crotch (I'm sure he was waiting for that) and smiled.

"I'm a swimmer so...I shave it all off. Most of the guys on the team do."
As he said that he moved his hand down and rubbed the area where his pubes
would be, and then quickly tugged at his semi-hard cock before putting his
hand back on the edge of the tub, next to his leg. I guess that also
explained the lack of hair on his armpits and everywhere else below his
neck.

"Doesn't that itch when it starts to grow back?" I asked.

"Sometimes," he said, "but I usually keep it pretty smooth. And we finally
found someone who would wax me so I've been trying that out, that keeps the
hair from growing back as fast."

That seemed like an odd comment. I'm not a frequent salon visitor, but I
know in LA there's no shortage of places that wax men, and I assumed it was
the same in San Francisco. But I wasn't really looking to probe into this
guy's personal care routines. I decided just to keep up the small talk.

"So are you a good swimmer?" I asked with a smile.

"Fuck yeah, I am!" he replied, beaming with pride. He then rattled off a
bunch of stats. I struggled to remember what really counted as good times
for some of the races he mentioned, but I just kept nodding and figured I
would take him at his word that he was a star on the team. He was clearly
trying to show off and so I figured I'd go ahead and turn the subject back
to something I could converse about more.

"So...is it a nude swim team?" I asked with a joking tone.

"Huh?" he replied, smiling but looking at me funny.

"Well, I noticed you don't have a speedo tan or racing suit tan. But you
must spend lots of time at the pool. How does that work?"

"Oh" he said, and laughed a little. "Yeah well, I never really liked having
a speedo tan, my butt's just so white compared to the rest of me!
So...yeah, this past summer my dad took me to some nude beaches, and we
started going pretty often. Not as much now that it's getting cold again
and school's back in session. But I got to even out my tan." He smiled a
big grin and looked down at himself.

"I think it's hotter with no tan lines. And there's plenty of...fun
stuff...happening at some of the beaches too." Again he got the mischievous
look in his eye.

So this guy's dad brings him to a cruisy gay gym, and also takes him to
nude beaches in the Bay Area, which I'm sure are also pretty cruisy. And
despite his awkward flirting I had the sense that my tubmate was likely
taking advantage of some of the "opportunities" available both at the
beaches and here at the gym. Sounds like he and his dad are pretty close,
and I figured the dad was probably gay too. I wonder what that would have
been like, being gay and growing up with a gay parent? Or two gay parents?
Probably pretty great, none of the stress and worries that most gay kids
have, I supposed. But was his dad encouraging him to play around in these
spots? I had to wonder if that was odd for them. But then quickly realized
that over the past few weeks I had seen my own son running around our
apartment naked and hard, seen him jerk off next to me in the park and seen
him deep throating his boyfriend while his freshly fucked asshole was right
in front of me. So who was I to judge what a father and son should see and
do?

Thinking of Jake and Kevin, I decided I'd go join them in the steam and
continue the post-workout relaxation in there. I ran my fingers through my
hair and moved to stand up.

"Well, I'm gonna head to the steam and catch up with my roommates." I said
casually, noticing that my new friend was checking me out as I got to my
feet and climbed out of the hot tub.

"I think I'll join you," he said matter-of-factly, and stood up
himself. His cock hadn't gotten any softer in the last few minutes, and it
was flopping around half hard as he walked over to the towel hooks. He
grabbed his own and handed me mine. Our fingers touched briefly as I took
it and he made a point to extend that small contact for a second longer
than was needed. Oh yeah, he was trying hard, I thought to myself. It was
pretty sweet, all things considered.

We strolled over to the steam room and I opened the door and went inside,
keeping it open for my young friend to follow me. The door closed and it
took a moment for my eyes to adjust. The steam was running at that moment
so it was a little loud. I spied Kevin sitting on one of the tile benches
nearby, uncovered with just a towel underneath him. He was sitting with his
back straight, feet on the floor and hands on his knees, eyes closed,
looking almost like he was meditating. Very relaxed, for sure. I sat down
in the spot next to him, laying my towel on the bench beforehand. The guy
from the hot tub did the same and sat on my other side.

After a brief moment, Kevin opened his eyes and glanced over at me. When he
noticed it was me, he smiled his big Kevin smile and reach over and patted
me on the knee. It was actually quite a friendly gesture, not the least bit
sexual, and in that moment I was again glad to have him as a friend in my
life. I saw him also notice who was on the other side of me. Kevin's smile
changed to something a little more mischievous as the two of them
presumably made eye contact, and then Kev returned to his placid state,
eyes closing again. It was pretty steamy by that point and I could barely
make out how many others were in there with us. We were more or less in the
middle of the back wall of the steam room. On the side that was a little
closer to me, I had noticed one or two person-shapes on that bench, but I
couldn't tell who was on the other side. Where was Jake? I had expected him
to be sitting next to Kevin, but he hadn't been. Maybe he had left to go
cool off in the shower and I just hadn't noticed since I had been chatting
with my new friend in the hot tub.

The steam suddenly stopped and it was quiet, just a fait drip-drop sound of
water. Then I started to hear a soft moaning, coming from the side of the
steam room that was still too hazy for me to see far into. The moan
repeated a few seconds later. It didn't sound like Jake's voice, but as my
eyes finished adjusting and the steam started to clear just a little I
realized that Jake was indeed still in the steam room with us. I could make
out the shape of a man sitting on the far bench, with another man -- my
son, I soon noticed -- on his knees on the floor right in front of the
seated fellow. Jake was going down on the guy and the dude getting blown
was the one moaning occasionally. His head was leaning back, eyes closed
and he was clearly enjoying Jake's service.

So here I was again, for the second time in less than 24 hours, seeing my
son giving a blowjob. Except this time it wasn't his boyfriend getting
serviced, but a guy who (I could now make out more clearly in the lessening
steam) was older than Kevin, probably more like my age. He was a pretty
built stud with round and prominent pecs and bulging arm muscles. Shaved
head and a beard. A type of guy I knew Jake was really into. I wondered if
Jake knew him at all or if this was anonymous cock he was servicing. Both
Jake and Kevin had confessed that they were into "anon" fun as well as
playing with guys they knew.

A third guy was sort of standing up on one side of Jake, but slightly bent
over He was watching the scene, jerking his own cock with one hand and had
the other on the back of my son's head gently pushing it down onto the
other man. This third guy was also built, but hairier than the one getting
sucked and had more hair on his head. With Jake's muscled back flexing and
tight ass up, as his head bobbed up and down, this seemed like it could
have easily been a scene from a porn movie.

I looked over at Kevin who was watching the scene now, his eyes no longer
closed. He looked over and noticed me watching too, and stared at me for a
moment before turning his head back to the main show.  I looked to my other
side and the hot tub kid was already jerking off to the hot scene in front
of us, and I could tell both of the dudes on the other side of the room
were as well. Looks like my assumptions about this place were right on --
these guys were pretty open about having fun and didn't care too much about
anyone else seeing. Did Jake even know I had come in? I really had no idea.

The third guy, the one Jake was not blowing, moved to more of a crouching
position next to them. He moved his left hand from his cock to the back of
Jake's head, and took the hand that had been on Jake's head and started
rubbing my son's back. The hand quickly started to moved lower and went to
Jake's buttocks, massaging one and then the other. Jake shifted his weight
a little, never stopping his main activity, and I saw him stick his butt
out a little more. That was all the encouragement the other dude needed,
and I saw his index and middle finger move quickly to Jake's hole, which
was now more easily accessible. Both fingers slipped right in, to the
second knuckle, faster that I would have guessed possible. I heard a
muffled moan come from Jake as the man's fingers penetrated him even
further and then started moving in and out of his hole slowly.

I could see Jake working his ass on the guy's fingers too, almost pulling
the dude into him further. I looked down and saw that Kevin was rock hard
and stroking his own cock slowly. My eyes moved up and I was surprised to
see Kevin looking right at me. After a moment he leaned in and whispered in
my ear, "They look hot but it's even fucking hotter watching you watch
them." He pulled back and stared again into my eyes. It was an intense
moment. I opened my mouth to respond, even though I have no idea what I was
going to say. When I felt a hand on my cock I caught my breath in
surprise. I kept looking at Kevin and assumed it was his hand, but I
quickly realized that the person touching me was on the other side. It
belonged to my tubmate who had also been jerking off watching the action a
few feet away. He had his hand on my cock, and my cock was hard too.

I wasn't sure when my erection had started, but my neighbor's hand was
already slowly stroking a fully erect cock by the time I looked down to see
it. It felt amazing, his hand was soft and his touch gentle but electric,
his pent up horniness coming off him in waves. I wasn't surprised and
figured he'd try to make a move on me when we came in. But I hadn't
expected the intensity of everything that was happening in this moment. And
that moment held for a while. Jake and his two buddies pleasuring one
another, and the three of us on the bench next to them watching,
stroking. My hands weren't doing anything but both of my hot tub buddy's
hands were full, one with my cock and one with his own. Kevin stroked his
cock and alternated between working his balls and nips with the other
hand. His eyes alternated between his lover and me.

By this time everyone was glistening with moisture -- sweat and
condensation, keeping all of us lubed in the right places. The moaning from
the guy Jake was sucking suddenly got louder and more frequent. I could
tell he was going to nut soon, and sure enough he started grunting and I
could see Jake's neck and shoulders tense up. The guy right next to them,
his fingers still in Jake's hole (three of them now), had an even closer
view and was clearly getting turned on by what he was seeing. He surprised
me by standing up quickly, removing his digits from Jake and moving both
hands to his cock. He leaned in and started shooting his load onto the side
of Jake's face. His moans got louder as the other guy's were just tapering
off. I was a little too far away to tell, but it seemed like this other
dude was shooting a lot. I saw my son pull back from the guy he had been
sucking and turn to take the standing guy's cock in his mouth. I'm not sure
if Jake got the last few squirts or not, but he was sure enjoying cleaning
the guy's cock off.

Eventually he released the cock from his mouth, and shifted his weight
backwards to be in more of a crouch. Jake steadied himself by holding onto
the sitting guy's knees and stood up. The sitting guy stood up too and
spent a moment caressing Jake's ass and chest. I saw the other guy slip two
fingers in Jake's mouth, probably moving some of the cum from my son's face
in along with them. The two guys slowly stepped back and then left the
steam room, both with smiles on their faces and spent cocks still bobbing,
half-erect. Jake slowly turned around, in the direction facing away from
me, and walked over to Kevin and sat down across his lap.

They locked into a deep kiss for a good 15 seconds, and at moments I could
tell that Jake still had cum in his mouth and they were sharing it. I had
never told Jake or any of my male friends, but I love it when a woman lets
me cum in her mouth and then crawls up and kisses me with my load still in
her mouth. Often that would get me so worked up I'd be ready for a second
round with the lady right away. So it was a strange experience seeing my
son doing that to his lover, and having a dude I had just met stroking my
cock while watching it. Strange but damn, it all felt good. I hadn't known
what to expect from this trip to the gym and I don't think I could have
imagined this in any case. Fuck.

The boys broke their kiss and only then did Jake notice that the guy next
to Kevin was me. I saw his eyes go through flashes of what was probably
panic, embarrassment, resolve and then it settled into a sleepy grin, his
eyes softening too. I heard him laugh to himself a little, and then his
expression changed again when he realized that his friend Gary's son was
jerking my cock, slowly but sensually. Jake's eyes got a little bigger but
the smile remained. My son's gaze moved back up to me and he had a lurid
look, like I hadn't seen on him before. He still had the other guy's load
on his face and in his hair. Then he looked at Kevin and started sliding
down toward the floor, along Kevin's legs. In a swift motion he lowered his
head and swallowed his boyfriend's hard cock. Even though I knew he had
been deep throating another dude just a minute earlier, I was still
surprised to see Kev's entire member slide into my son's mouth. His nose
was rubbing along his Kevin's shaved crotch, and I could see a little of
Jake's tongue above his bottom lip, massaging the area where Kev's scrotum
began. Kevin moaned loudly as Jake took it all, and his hand went to the
back of my son's head.

My own cock was starting to ooze precum, with the slow and steady stroking
from the guy on the other side of me. I looked over at him and he was
looking at me with clear lust, his own cock looking huge in his smallish
hand. I didn't know what else to do so I just smiled at him. He smiled back
and then suddenly got on his knees. And before I knew it he had my cock in
his mouth. I reflexively removed my own hand and he got about halfway down
on his first gulp. Maybe not the clear pro like Jake was, but I was pretty
sure he gets lots of practice. I felt a groan of pleasure rise up and I let
it go, closing my eyes and sinking back into the experience.

For a good five minutes, maybe more, I was just lost in it all -- the heat,
the feeling of my new friend's mouth and hand on my cock, the heat (both
thermal and sexual) I could feel from Kevin right next to me, who was also
getting an excellent blowjob. HIs thigh and shoulder were touching mine and
it felt incredible. His smooth and hot skin against my hairy arm and
leg. Fuck. This was the first time I had ever been blown by a guy, and my
son was right next to me watching it happen -- and sucking his boyfriend's
cock.

I looked down at Jake and watched him, eyes closed and lost in his own
feeling, nursing on Kevin's swollen cock, keeping most of it in his mouth
and throat for long stretches of time. The other dudes' cum on one side of
his face was drying but still glistening since Jake's face was so wet. His
eyes opened and he was looking right at me, and suddenly the heat was even
more there, in both senses of the word. Jake, his eyes never leaving mine,
reached along the tile bench with his right hand and grabbed my left hand
that was laying the between my leg and Kevin's leg. My son grabbed my hand
and held it tight. Kevin's cock was still sliding in and out of his mouth,
but slower than before. His strong grip sent a wave of chills down my
spine, an odd and sensual feeling in the hot steam room. We stared at each
other for a moment more and then he closed his eyes again and resumed
working Kevin's rod intently with his mouth. Kevin groaned again as Jake
sped up. But we kept holding hands.

I was close. Everything that was happening was getting to be too much for
me. And with the heat, I was starting to feel a little light headed. A
small part of my mind worried about overheating but I was so lost in
pleasure and the erotic charge of everything that I knew I had to cum
before I could get up. My eyes were closed and my head was back. And then I
felt hot breath on my neck and I knew Kevin was leaning in. I felt his lips
on my ear and even a little of his tongue. After a second or two I heard
him whisper -- so quietly I could barely hear it -- "I remember everything
about last night, Tom..."

The images from the drunken night before came crashing back into my mind's
eye. Kevin spreading Jake's wet hole open and looking deep in my eyes as he
did it. Alan's cum seeping out of Jake and Alan's hand on my hard
cock. Alan telling me to fuck Jake and not realizing the reality of what he
was saying, that I should fuck my own son. I felt Jake's hand gripping mine
tighter right then.

Then I lost it. With a suddenness and intensity that surprised even me, I
groaned and my cock began shooting down the throat of the guy from the hot
tub. He was caught off guard and had to stop and take a breath before
getting it back in his mouth to take the rest of my load. I saw that some
got on his face and in his hair. I don't remember how many times I shot. I
do remember hearing Kevin start cumming right after that. And then things
got a little blurry. But Jake kept hold of my hand.

I remember being helped out of the steam room. Walking on my own but having
some support on one side. I think it was Jake since I saw Kevin opening the
door for us. Then I was in the shower, a cool spray hitting my head and
running down my back, then my shoulders. I breathed a little easier after a
moment. Hands were rubbing my back. More than one person's hands. I opened
my eyes and Jake and Kevin were on either side of me, making sure I was
okay. I wasn't so out of it that I couldn't feel both their semi-hard cocks
pressed against the sides of my legs and ass as they stood close to support
me under the shower. And I was pretty sure I felt one of them feeling up my
own cock, but I didn't look down to see who it was. I closed my eyes and
relaxed more in the cascade of water. Eventually I was able to step away
and use the soap to wash up properly. All of us did. Jake leaned in and
asked quietly, "You okay, dad?"

It was the first time at the gym that he'd addressed me that way. I
replied, "Yeah, son. I just got a little overheated is all. I'm kinda
embarrassed."

"No, don't be. Things got...pretty intense in there. I was about to pass
out myself. We just have to be careful next time."

Next time...wow, I thought. This was probably one of the craziest things
I'd ever done, sexually. At least in quite a few years. Semi-public sex,
doing stuff in a group, doing stuff with a guy. All of it had happened
before, at one time or another. But never all at once. Shit. And to think
that I might do this again, or have the opportunity...what, every time I
went to the gym? Suddenly a whole new world was open to me, I realized. I
had been excited to move in with my son and Kevin just to get to know them
in new ways, but this was more than I ever imagined. I didn't think that I
would discover so much about myself and what I didn't even know I wanted.

I wanted to go home and spend the rest of the night talking to my son and
Kevin about all this. But I realized I had to be on a plane in a few
hours. And you know what? That was okay too. I also thought a week on my
own would do me some good, too. Give me a little time for
self-reflection. And when I got back? Who knew what else might happen.

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Thanks so much to everyone who's written to me about this story series, and
thanks for your patience as I worked to get this next part out. I hope it
was worth the wait. And even though this last bit sounds like an ending,
it's not! I have more to write and already started on the next part. Sneak
peek: Tom gets back from his trip a couple days earlier than planned, and
is surprised at what he finds when he arrives home.

Lots of dudes ask if I have any other stories online. I have one other
series from many years ago. I've told some of you what it is. I was
inspired to include two of the characters from that story in this
one. Kudos to you if you figure it all out.

Please keep writing -- I know I haven't returned email lately but I promise
I read every single one.

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