Fresh out of the steam room

Who would think of naming their gym Chubby Chucks?  Well, Charles Woods would.  Chuck had been a former Mr. Teenage America.  He'll be the first to tell you he used steroids.  The pictures of him back then are amazing.  But, shortly after they were taken, he nearly died of liver failure.  The steroids had destroyed his system and from then on, he struggled to stay alive much less stay in shape.

I joined the gym when I was still in high school.  My part time job barely paid for it and all the extra food I bought to gain some weight.  Chuck made me his pet project immediately.  He was determine to put some muscle on my skinny bones.  Try as I might, it just wasn't working.  I was strong as hell, but just couldn't seem to put on pounds.  My part time job ended just after graduation.  I got another, but missed a month at the gym.  Chuck was pissed at me because I didn't tell him I was having financial problems.  Mom and Dad were barely making the mortgage so they couldn't help.  

After graduation, I started taking classes at the community college.  Chuck told me I should come to work for him.  I could work the gym so he could go home earlier and I could keep it open later.  I liked being there.  The only people I called friends worked or worked out there.  Chuck didn't train girls, so all my friends were guys.  In school, I just studied as long as I was there, then left.  

Chuck had a son, Eric.  Eric was in college, a state away.  He only came home during breaks and vacations. He and Chuck were close and got much closer after his mother died.  Chuck talked about him all the time.

A year or so later, one night after closing, while I was working out, there was a knock at the door.  I usually worked out in just my jock and shorts, so I put my shirt on and went to the door.  It was Eric.  I'd met him once when I first started there.  "Dad said you'd be here.  Do you mind if I come in and use the steam room?  I'm so tense I can't relax at all."  

"No problem." I said, opening the door.  

"Thanks, I've been studying all day and my neck and back are killing me." Eric said.  I noticed he didn't have a gym bag with him so I went to the back with him to get him towels.  While I got the towels, he stripped off.    It wasn't the first time I'd been attracted to a man's body.  I'd seen guys in the gym at school that turned me on some, but Eric really looked hot.  Maybe it was because we were alone.  Maybe it was the ease with which the got naked in front of me.  Maybe it was his warm smile.  I don't know.

I went on with my work out.  When I was done, I walked to the back pulling off my shirt.  As I got to the big back room, I saw Eric sitting on a bench outside the steam room.  I must have looked too long.  "Hey Barry" he said, and looked away.  

"Did the steam help?" I asked.

"Not much.  I'm going to take a cold shower and try it again." he said.

"You might try the sauna.  It get the heat in farther than the steam." I suggested.

"You're right.  I should have thought of that.  Dad's always said that." he agreed.

He went to the shower.  I tossed my clothes on the bench and went into the sauna.  He came in a few minutes later.  "Wow, this is hot." he said.

"Stay in the bottom it's cooler." I said realizing he knew that to.  He smiled and sat down next to my leg.  He tried to relax but it wasn't working.  

"I hate to ask you this, but could you rub my shoulders?" Eric asked.

"Sure.  I'm no masseur, but I think I can help some." I said.  I hoped I didn't sound to excited.  He got up and sat down again between my legs.

"I'm sure you can." Eric said.  I began massaging his shoulders and neck.  I remembered how Chuck massaged mine a few times after a hard workout.  "Dad's given you a few of these hasn't he?" Eric said.

"Yeah, he'll work me out till I'm so bound up I can't move then totally relax me in just minutes." I said.

"I keep telling him he needs to put in a Jacuzzi here but he just hasn't taken the time to plan it out.  We've got more than enough room for a huge one, or we could put in two and make one cooler for all the wimps." Eric said.

"That would be great, I'd love to sit in a nice hot Jacuzzi after working out.? I said.  "Am I doing you any good?"

"Yeah, my head's not pounding any more.  I'm getting too hot though, I'm going to hit the showers again." he said.

"Okay, I'm just now starting to relax.  I'll be here a while." I said sitting back against the wall.

No sooner had he left the room when my cock began to respond to having been in physical contact with that 

hot man.  My sweat slickened my body and my cock felt good in my hand.  I thought I could quickly rub one out and he wouldn't know.  I jacked myself frantically.  It only took a minute to shoot my load.  It flew all over me.  Then I heard him open the door.  I quickly wiped my cum off my chest and stomach.  He didn't see that, but he sure saw the cum dripping down my face and hanging off my eyebrow.

He walked over and sat beside me.  I reached to wipe the cum off my face.  He used his sweat towel and gently cleaned off my face.  "Nice load man.  Bet that felt good." he said.

"Sorry, It's been a while.  I just needed to get off." I said.

"Hey, no problem.  Mind if I do to?" Eric asked.

"It's only fair." I said.  I'd never watched a man jack himself off.  Guys in school were always talking about circle jerks.  I figured most of it was bullshit, but anyway, I was never invited.  I tried to just lean back and act nonchalant about it, but I was dying to watch him stroke his beautiful cut cock.  He ran his hand up my sweaty body and collected my sweat and the remnants of cum.  He chuckled at my surprise as he did that.

He started stroking his cock.  He his shoulder barely touching mine. Our odors mingled and his drove me nuts.  My cock began to rise again.  I eased my hand over it, trying to keep him from seeing how he was turning me on.  

"Can't keep a good cock down." he said.  "Hell, jerk out another load." I started stroking my dick slowly.  I couldn't keep my eyes off his cock.  It was thicker than mine.  I wanted to hold it.  I wanted to jack him off.  

"Geez, I didn't realize how much I need to get a nut.  I'm already about to shoot." he said.  A few seconds later, he shuttered and shot thick heavy streams of cum all over both of us.  When his cum streaked across my face and in my open mouth, I shot my load instantly.  My second load only got me on the chin and down from there.  "Nice second load.  It must have been a while." he chuckled.  He wiped his cum off my face using his towel, then took his clean hand and gathered up the cum on my chin.  He put it in his mouth.  "You got a  mouth full of mine.  How was it?"

I just then realized I had tasted his cum.  "It tastes just like mine." I said.

"I gotta get out of here.  I'm on a plane to Seattle in the morning." he said.  He squeezed my thigh near my crotch.  "I'll see you again soon." he said.  He walked out leaving me breathless.  A few minutes later, I walked out and went to the shower.  He was just finishing up.  

"What's happening in Seattle?" I asked, trying to keep him around a little longer.

"It's a big street fair.  The Summer Solstice parade." he said.  He winked and walked out.  I stood under the shower wondering what just happened.  Had I just had sex with a man.  I felt like I did, but we didn't touch each other sexually.  Still he put his hand on my leg so close he brushed the hairs on my balls.  I could still taste his cum.  By the time I'd finished in the shower, he was gone.

A few months later, my folks told me they were moving.  My dad had been offered a big promotion he'd have been a fool to turn down.  Finally he'd be making enough money to be comfortable and he was going to get a bonus that could get him a house in the new town.  It was like winning the lottery for them.  They wanted me to come with them, but were understanding when I told them I wanted to stay.  I was doing well in school.  My job was a great one and Chuck needed my help.  His health was slipping away.

I started looking for an apartment.  I went in to work one day after looking around.  I was a few minutes late for the first time ever.  Chuck teased me about it but I told him where I'd been.  "If you feel like a real cleaning job, you can take the apartment upstairs." he offered.

"I didn't know there was one." I said.

"Well, it's stuck in the 70s, but it's big and I'll put you some new appliances in.  I'm sure after all these years, the one that are in there are in no shape to use.  My wife and I lived in it until Evan was born." Chuck said.

"Evan, I thought his name was Eric." I said.

"Evan's my youngest son.  He and I had a falling out.  I couldn't even find him when his mother died." Chuck said sadly.

"I'm sorry.  What happened?" I asked.

"He told me something and I didn't take it very well.  Now I know how stupid I was.  I wish I could tell him." Chuck said.  I didn't want to probe any further.  Chuck had tears welling up in his eyes.  He took me into the office and through a door I always thought was a closet.  It opened into an entry with an outside door that I thought was to the store next door.  The floor was dusty and the wooden stairs going up to the second floor were slick with dust.  No one had been up those stairs for decades.  "Here, take the keys and go check it out.  I don't feel so good." Chuck said.

I took the keys and carefully climbed the long flight of stairs.  There was a wide landing at the top with two doors.  I opened both with the same key.  One opened into a huge empty space.  The other was the apartment.  It was full of furniture, covered with sheets and dust.  There were window air conditioners.  I turned one on covering my mouth and nose with my shirt.  It strained to come on, but did.  The air came out smelling of wet dust, and never got any cooler than the stale air in the room.  Chuck was right.  It was very 70s.  The furniture was worn and tattered.  The hard wood floors were dull and worn.  The bedrooms were huge and furnished much better.  Of course the mattresses had to go, but the wooden furniture was nice and in good shape.  It would take a lot of cleaning but I liked it.

"What do you think?" Chuck asked when I went down.

"I like it.  The air conditioners don't work and I'll have to replace the furniture but I can do all that." I said thinking of my saving and how it would take all of it.

"I'm going to have the air fixed in this place.  We'll just have them redo the whole building.  As for the furniture, just take out all the stuff you don't want and I'll bring in some newer stuff I have in storage." Chuck said.

"Is it all frilly old lady stuff?" I teased.

"Ha! No, my wife had very masculine tastes.  She hated frills as much as I did.  I think you'll like it." Chuck said.

"I'll start cleaning it up this weekend." I said.  I moved in a week and a half later.  The AC wasn't finished, so I slept in the gym till it was done.  One night, I heard a rattle at the front door.  I rushed to the door to see what was going on.  It was Eric.  He had a key and let himself in to use the new Jacuzzi.

I waited until he walked past to say anything.  "Hey Eric" I blurted out.

"OH SHIT!" he said stumbling and tripping over a workout bench.  I was rolling around laughing.  He gathered himself and came after me.  I ran around laughing, he caught me and wrestled me to the floor.  He got me in a schoolboy pin.  He was play slapping me, then reached back and grabbed my balls.  I was naked.  I surprised him and threw him off me.  In a second, I was on top of him.  I got him in a schoolboy pin and was wagging my dick in his face.  He seemed to be getting angry so I got off.  He regained his composure and got up.  "You're a strong little fucker." he said.

"Where have you been?  I haven't heard from you in months." I said.

"Fuck, we aren't dating." he snapped.

"No, I just...whatever." I walked away.  I went back into the office and laid down on the sofa.  He went on into the back.  A minute later, he came in the office.  "Hey, I'm sorry, I was a shit. I didn't mean anything."

"That's okay, you're right.  I was just curious.  Your dad isn't doing so good and I wondered about him being alone." I said.  I really thought I'd see him long before now.

"That's why I came home.  I've got to take care of him and find Evan.  Dad doesn't have much time." Eric said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"He didn't tell you?  He has pancreatic cancer.  He's only got a few weeks, maybe a couple months at best." Eric said.

My heart broke.  I loved that old man as much as my own father.  I couldn't hold back my tears.

"Geez kid, he's my father." Eric said coldly.  I looked at him in amazement.  He seemed so different   "Anyway, come with me, I want to show you something." He talked like he hadn't even just told me his father was dying.  I followed him though.  We went into the back.  He pulled off his pants and took off his shirt.  He struck a pose.  "Well, what do you think?"

"Wow, you look great." I said.  I really was impressed, but he'd shaved his body and I knew he didn't get in that shape that quick without drugs.  "You've really been working out."

"That and a little crack."  He said.  "When I went to the Summer Solstice Parade, I saw that I was in better shape than most of the guys, but there were some that were in real good shape.  I figured I better get in that kind of shape before I do any more naked parades.

"Naked?" I asked in shock.

"Yeah Everyone get's naked and painted up, then they ride bikes through town.  I'm going to the World naked Bike ride in San Francisco next.  There's going to be a lot of queers there in real good shape, so I want to show them a straight guy can look like that to." Eric said.

I was totally confused by the way he was talking.  This was a guy who ate my cum.  Now he was talking like he was straight and somewhat homophobic.  "You really like showing off huh?"

"Wouldn't you.  I think I look pretty hot.  My guess is you think so to." He said.

"Yeah, you look great." I said.  "I'm going back to bed."  I just turned and walked out.

It was hard to fall asleep.  Eric was a different guy and I didn't like this one.  At the same time, I wished I could see him riding a bike down the street naked.  I pictured him doing that, but his shaved crotch turned me off completely.  Finally, I dozed off.

The next day, I asked Chuck why he didn't tell me he was dying.  "I didn't want you to worry about me.  I want you to know, you'll be okay when I die though.  You'll have your job and apartment." Chuck said.

"I'm only worried about you, old man." I said.

"Don't, I've had a good life and now that my wife is gone, I'm ready to join her.  I just hope I can find Evan before it happens.  Eric is supposed to be looking for him, but I don't think he's trying very hard."  Chuck said.

"I will then." I said.  "What's happened to Eric?  He seems different." I said.

"I think he's gotten mixed up with a bunch of druggies.  I warned him that if he didn't stop, I'd cut him out of my will.  He know how I feel about drugs." Chuck said.

"Wow, I hope you get through to him.  I think he used them to get in shape like he is, but now I wonder if he's letting them get the better of him.  They sure changed his personality." I said.

"Yeah, we were having a long talk about Evan and I told him Evan was gay.  He got all weird about it like I did when Evan told me." Chuck said.

"Is that why you fought?" I asked.

"Yeah, it was stupid I know, but I just didn't understand.  I know I was wrong.  I love him so much, it breaks my heart I can't tell him." Chuck said, his voice cracking.

"I'm gay to." I said.

Chuck wrapped his big hand around the back of my neck and pulled me to him in a big hug.  "I know."  He kissed my forehead and held me tight.  I knew he was using me as a substitute for his beloved Evan.  "Hoo, get to work kid." he said spinning me around and booting me in the butt.  I looked back.  Tears flowed down his cheeks but he smiled at me with his usual big toothy grin.  I went on to do my job.

That night just after I closed and turned out most of the lights, Eric came in.  I greeted him cordially and went on with my workout.  He shrugged and went on to the back.  After my work out, I showered and went to the steam room.  I walked in to find him sitting with his legs spread, covered in sweat and sporting a big boner.  He made no effort to hide it.

I sat down across from him and leaned back and closed my eyes.  I barely opened my eyes to see what he was up to.  He was slowly stroking his cock.  Several minutes went by, then all of a sudden he spoke.

"Why don't you come over here and suck it.  I know you want to." he said.

"You think so huh?" I said.

"Dad told me you're queer." He said.

"That's the pot calling the kettle black." I said.

"I'm not queer." he snapped.

"This from a guy that jacked off with me and ate my cum." I said.

"I didn't eat your cum." He said.

"Yeah, what ever." I said.

"Come here and eat mine." he demanded.  

"No thanks." I said.

"You want your job much longer you will." He threatened.

"You think Chuck's going to fire me because I don't suck your cock?" I asked.

"He won't be around much longer.  I'll be in charge.  You'll suck me any time I want you to." he said.

"Not likely." I responded.  He jumped down and came over and  straddled my body, shoving his sweaty crotch in my face.  Honestly, I would have loved to suck his cock.  Hell I'd loved to have licked his body all over, but not with the way he was acting.  

I shoved him back.  He swung at me trying to slap my face.  I blocked his slap and dealt out one of my own.

It connected hard enough to make him stumble to the side, up against the door.  He came at me growling like a tiger.  I ducked his lunge and gave him an openhanded slap to his bare belly.  The sound echoed in the small room.  The let out a cry of pain.  Then he came back for more.  Again, I dodge him and slapped his back on one side, about where his kidney is.  It left a bright red hand print.  He howled again.

"That's twice you've under estimated me.  Don't do it again." I warned.

"You faggot, you're in trouble now.  Get the fuck out of my way." Eric shouted.  I was between him and the door.  I stepped aside but he shoved me anyway as he passed.  I swung, but this time with a closed fist.  I hit his shoulder and sent him right into the door frame nose first.  I grabbed his hair and dragged him out to the bench outside.  I threw him over one knee and used the other leg to hold him down.  I spanked his naked hairless ass until my hand was burning and his ass and the tops of his thighs were on fire.  He was screaming threats.

I finally shoved him off, onto the floor.  I walked into the shower and turned on the cold spray.  A minute later, he came charging in.  He got two feet past the door and slipped, landing on his already bloody nose.  This time he knocked himself out.  "Oh shit, you fool.  Now I've got to call an ambulance." I said.  I dried off and put on a pair of shorts.  I went to the office to call but just before I did, I saw him coming, he was wearing his shorts, backward and carrying the rest of his clothes.  He stormed past the office and ran right into the door.  He cursed and unlocked it.  Then the stormed out.  

I locked the door behind him and went back to the shower.  There was a spot of blood on the floor where he landed.  I turned on the shower closest to it and washed it away.  I soaped up and got ready to turn in.

Chuck came in early the next morning.  He was terribly weak, but smiling.  The minute he came into the office, he grabbed me and hugged me.  He didn't say a word about Eric.  He'd only come in to do some paperwork.  I asked him where Eric was because Chuck had to take a cab to the gym. 

"He won't come here anymore.  Seems he got schooled on manners and didn't like it so much." Chuck chuckled.

"Sorry 'bout that." I said.

"You did what I probably should have done years ago." Chuck said.

He stayed about an hour and asked me to take him home.  I asked one of our oldest members if he'd watch the club.  He agreed and helped me get Chuck to my car.  I drove Chuck home.  Eric came out when I drove up.  His nose was bandaged and he had a red bump on his forehead.  He looked me up and down with an angry scowl.  "You boys behave now." Chuck said as we helped him into the house. 

We put him to bed and left the room.  At the door, Eric held out his hand.  "Thanks for helping Dad." he said.  I shook his hand.  "No problem" I said.  

The second I got to the gym, I started the search for Evan.  Ironically, I found him in Seattle.  He was working for a fitness club.  I called the club.  He wasn't in right then but I gave then my number and told them it was an emergency.  He called me that afternoon.  I filled him in on what I knew.

"Thanks for calling me, but he doesn't want to see me." he said.  

"You're wrong.  The thing he wants most is to see you and tell you he loves you.  He always has." I said.

"I doubt it.  He's got Eric now.  I'm too much of a disappointment to him.  I'm gay." he repeated.

"I am to, and he knows it.  He shows me as much affection than my own father.  I think it's meant for you.  Besides, Eric isn't exactly making him proud right now." I said.  I could tell he was crying.  "What can it hurt if you come to see him?" I asked.

"I'm coming." Evan said.  "Thanks for calling."  He hung up.  

Late the next day, I got a call from Chuck.  "Barry, I need you to do something for me.  That stupid kid of mine is in jail.  I need you to bail him out." Chuck said.

"Oh shit, Chuck no." I said.

"Yeah, the dumb ass got caught trying to buy crack.  Leave it to him to buy from a vice cop." Chuck said.  He gave me the details and told me to stop at the bank on the way.  "I've talked to the manager and all you have to do is show him some I.D. and sign a signature card so you can write checks on the account.  I should have done this a long time ago.  The bail is low and they'll take our check.  If you have any problems, call me.  When you get him out, don't take him to get his car out of the pound.  Bring him straight home to me, okay?"

"Sure Chuck.  I'll hurry to the bank." I said.

"You don't have to rush.  I called Don, the guy that watched the club the other day.  He's an old friend.  He'll be there in a minute to keep an eye on the place.  Let the shit wonder, for a while, if I'm going to get him out."  Chuck said.

"Okay, I won't hurry." I chuckled.  

"Bye son" Chuck said.  

"Son" I thought.  He'd never called me that before.  It was always "Kid" or "Shrimp" unless it was serious.  Then he'd use my name.  

I'd never bailed anyone out of jail before, so I had no clue how long it was going to take.  It was late in the afternoon when he finally came out.  When he saw me, he hung his head and clinched his teeth.  I took him to the car and drove him home.  Neither of us said a word.  I just let him out and drove off.  I'd only gotten a few blocks away when my phone rang.  It was Eric.  "Come back, we've got to get Dad to the hospital." he said.  His voice sounded desperate.  I did an illegal u-turn and headed back to the house.  

Eric and I carried Chuck to my car and headed to the hospital.  Eric showed little or no emotion.  Chuck was in the hospital for two weeks.  They tried a different chemo therapy on him and it really took him down at first, but soon, he sprang back and they sent him home. 

I'd given up on Evan, but I wanted to call him and update him anyway.  The club said he'd given notice quit.  They gave me his home phone, but when I called, it was disconnected.  That night, Chuck called me.

He couldn't talk very well, he was crying and excited.  All I got out of the call was that Evan was home and I needed to come over when I closed.  "Chuck, that's not till midnight." I reminded him.  

"So, come anyway.  I'm not going to sleep for days." Chuck said sounding as excited as a kid the just found out they were going to Disney World.

The rest of the night dragged on, but finally it was closing time.  I didn't bother cleaning up at all.  I just ran to my car and headed for Chuck's.  Eric answered the door.  He sent me to Chuck's room.  Chuck was sitting on the side of the bed next to a handsome man a couple years younger than Eric.  "All my boy's are here." Chuck sang.  "Barry, meet Evan my prodigal son." 

Evan stood up and took my hand in both of his.  "I'm so glad to meet you.  Thanks for finding me and making me come home." Evan said.

"No problem.  I thought I'd lost you again though.  I called but you'd already left." I said.

"I wanted to come home to stay, that took some time to arrange." Evan said.  

"I'm glad you're here." I said.

"I wish everyone was." Evan said.

"Eric?" I asked.

"Yeah." 

"He's afraid of loosing favored son status." I said.

"I know that's it.  But he's the only one that's caused that." Chuck said.  

"I know I have Dad.  I don't deserve it anymore." Eric said coming up behind me.

"Well, maybe you'll have time to get it back." Evan said.  

"It's not a competition.  It's family, and right now Barry deserves it more than either of us." Eric said.

"Damn right he does." Chuck said, grabbing my hand.  

We got Chuck up and into the living room.  We talked for hours, until he started dozing off.  Then we put him to bed and I went home.

Chuck rallied after that.  For over three months he was able to get around on his own and take pretty good care of himself.  Eric and Evan helped and Evan worked at the club with me.  We were all doing great until one morning, Eric called me to tell me his father had died in his sleep.

Just the night before, we'd been together laughing and playing card games.  He seemed to be getting better every day.  Now he was gone.  I didn't cry.  I made myself remember laughing and joking around with him.  Then I called my Dad.  We talked for an hour.  He and Mom were enjoying their new home and he loved his new job.  They were planning their first vacation since I was born.  I told him not to come here, but to go somewhere they never thought they would be able to.  Mom argued, but we convinced her to go to Hawaii.

The funeral for Chuck was huge.  Half the cops in the city attended, along with hundreds of businessmen and just regular people who Chuck had helped or worked with over the years.  Eric and Evan included me in the names of the family as their "unofficially adopted brother".  We closed the club for a week.  

The day came for the reading of his will.  I was called by the lawyer and met at his office with Evan and Eric.  At the last minute, the lawyer had to cancel.  We were all pissed off at him, but there was nothing we could do.  We decided to go to the club and relax in the Jacuzzi.  

The rest of the day, Eric talked about the changes he was going to make to the club.  He insisted he'd start having female members.  "I know you guys don't want females around but that's tough.  This place is going to become a gay bathhouse if we don't." he said.  Evan and I just looked at each other. 

The next day, Evan was in the office with me when we got a call from the lawyer.  "I'm going to come and you're going to read the will.  If you try to cancel on us again, I'm going to tie you to your chair and squeeze your nuts until it's done." Evan said, his volume increasing from the middle of the sentence on.  The lawyer assured him it would be done.

We sat facing the lawyer.  He began reading.  Chubby Chuck had squirreled away a bunch of money.  He'd also bought a tremendous amount of gold when he first started the club.  That, he split between his son's evenly.  His savings were divided with me getting ten percent, Eric and Evan getting forty five percent eacg.  Then came the club.  Eric's grin turned to wide eye'd shock when I got the business and the building.  Evan looked at me and smiled.  I was as much in shock as Eric.  

Eric and Evan got the house, with the stipulation that they keep it for three years.  If Eric stayed clean and sober, finished school and got a job, they could then sell it and all other properties, splitting it fifty fifty.  That made Eric feel a little better.  Then the lawyer handed him an envelope.  Eric opened it and saw what was in it.  His face turned red.  "What is it, Eric." Evan asked.

"Thirty days in a live-in rehab." Eric said.

"It's the most successful facility in the State. It's like a spa, but they don't mess around either." the lawyer said.

"It's what you need Eric." Evan said.

"I know. I'll go in a few days." Eric said.

"It's not voluntary.  You go tomorrow or you forfeit everything in the will." the lawyer said.

"Tomorrow?" Eric said. 

"Within 24 hours after the reading." the lawyer said.

"Evan, take me now, or I might not go." Eric said.  "Just take me home to pack a bag and take me straight there."

"Let's go." Evan said.

"I've got some papers for you to sign, then you can go.  Oh and Eric, you can't sign yourself out until your thirty days are up." the lawyer cautioned.

"Good." Eric said.

After all the paperwork was done, I went to the gym and the guys went home.  Eric called me while they were on the road.  "Hey buddy, I'm glad Dad left you the gym.  You deserve it.  I still think you need some women in there." 

"Not gonna happen, but you can come in anyway." I said.

"Yeah, we'll circle jerk in the steam room." he chuckled.  "Man, you ought to  see the look on Evan's face." he laughed.  

"I'll fill him in when he gets back." I laughed.

That night about ten, Evan came to the gym.  My customers were all back and it seem many that had dropped by the weigh side had returned.  The place was humming.  Some hadn't been in since the AC was redone.  They'd dropped out during the heat of summer.  Now I was signing them up for another year.  I got several new customers that day to.  I could just see Chuck smiling down at me.  Evan asked me if I was going to need help.  

"God yes.  This place is open from 6am. till midnight.  I'm going to need at least one more person." I said.

"Well, Eric says he's going to need a job when he get out of 'prison'." Evan joked.

"What did he take in school?" I asked.

"Accounting, He got his CPA." Evan said.

"You think it cool to put an addict in charge of the books?" I asked.

"He'll be fine.  Not getting the club really woke him up.  Besides, I don't think he's gone that far into drugs.  He's only been doing them a short time?" Evan said.

"Oh shit that reminds me. What about his arrest?" I asked.

"Oh Dad took care of that a long time ago, but Evan doesn't know it.  I told him that the lawyer said, if he completes his rehab, they'll drop the charges.  I'm not telling him the D.A. is one of Dad's high school buddies and best friend." Evan said.

"Well, I'm getting my degree in physical fitness and rehabilitation next semester, and you've got experience in a health club.  We should do fine." I said.

"I've got PHD in sports medicine." Evan said.

"Wow, Doctor Evan.  I'm impressed." I said.  

"Don't be, a sugar daddy paid my way." Evan said.

"Oh, you left him in Seattle?" I asked.

"No, he died." Evan said.  "I miss him."

"You're into older men huh?" I asked.

"Oh no, we didn't have sex.  He just found me on the street and took me in.  His kids shunned him so he replaced them with me.  It was a father/son relationship." Evan said.

"You filled each other's needs." I said.

"Yeah, sometimes that's better than sex." Evan said.

He took a self guided tour of the facilities, and mulled around until the club closed.  I turned out most of the lights and started my work out.  He joined me.   

Later, Evan quit and was ready for the showers.  "God man, do you always work out so hard?" he asked.

"Yeah, your father trained me for stamina as well as building."  I said.

"You're fucking strong for someone your size." he said.  "I bet you can handle yourself in a fight."

"Ask Eric." I snickered.

"Oh, so you're the one the put that bump in his nose." Evan said.

"Actually, it was the steam room door frame and the shower floor." I said.

"Ouch.  It's a wonder he didn't loose any of those perfect teeth." Evan said.  "Well have fun, I'm going to relax now." 

"I'll be in there in a while." I said.  A while later, I headed for the shower.  I washed off and went to the steam room.  Evan wasn't in there.  I went to the sauna.  I opened the door to a delicious sight.

"Oh Doctor Doctor what are you doing to me?" I said.  He sat on the upper level with his legs spread.  Sweat poured off his body.  His cock was hard against his belly.

"I thought we could jack off together." He said lifting his arm over his head.

"Jack off my ass." I said.  I stepped forward and started licking his wet legs from his knees to his crotch.  He moaned.  His cock bounced.  I sucked his sack and licked as far under them as I could.  His sweat soaked my face.  I wanted to taste all of his body.  I wanted to suck my first cock.  I got my way.  The heat of the room was cold compared to the heat of my lust for this man.  The more I tasted, the more I wanted to taste. Finally I reached his pit.  The sharp musky taste went right to my cock and I shot my load all over him without even touching my cock.  

That didn't make me stop. I kept on licking and sucking his sweaty body.  I was working on his chest when he grabbed my head and forced our mouths together.  He kissed me passionately.  When he let go, I went straight to his cock.  I barely got started before he filled my mouth with his load.  I drank it down.  He had to pull me off his cock or I'd have sucked it all night.  He got me down on the floor and started kissing me.  He licked my sweat and sucked my balls.  I thought I'd cum again without any touch but he swallowed my cock and caught my load.  

He laid down on top of me while we caught our breath.  Finally, I mentioned how funky the floor was after a day of guys coming in and sweating all over it.

"Gross, you had to bring that up." he said.  We jumped up and dashed into the shower.  We acted like little kids playing like they'd caught koodies.  We washed each other's body, laughing and joking around.

Then he helped me clean and disinfect the whole wet area as I did every night.  Soon, we were at it again.  He wanted to fuck me.  I told him I was a virgin.  That made him want me more.  I willingly gave it.  He was careful not to hurt me, but of course it did.  Eventually, it started feeling good.  I know having him look down on me with his lustful eyes while his body fluid dripped down from his face into my eyes and mouth made me unaware of anything but pleasant feelings.  Then  he pulled out and shot his load on my chest and stomach.  He moved to my side and jacked me off.  

"Wow, I've never popped a cherry before." Evan said.

"It kinda hurt, but it started to feel good." I said.

"It'll feel better the next time." Evan said.

"You like it?" I asked.

"I love to get fucked. I've only had two guys do it, but I loved it." Evan said.

"I don't know why, but I figured you'd probably been around, leaving home so young." I said thoughtlessly.

"Oh, you think I a ho?" Evan teased.  "Naw, I thought about it.  I figured I could hustle, but I met a hustler who had a big scar on his face.  A john slashed him.  I decided it wasn't for me.  Then I met Dan, my sugar daddy.  After that, I didn't mess around much at all.  We had a couple friends that can over and we'd put on a show for Dan." 

"Boy you Woods boys are exhibitionists aren't you." I said.

"What do you mean?"  Evan asked.

"You put on sex shows and Eric parades around naked in street fairs."  I said.

"He does?" Evan asked.

"He was in Seattle for the Summer Solstice parade." I said.

"Oh my God that was him.  I saw him.  I didn't believe it was my brother though." Evan said.

"He wanted to go to the San Francisco Naked Bike Ride." I said.

"God, I'd love to do that.  You me and him.  Naked as the day we were born, peddling down the street.  Fucking HOT!" he yelled.

"I could do it if I'm between you two." I said.

"We have to plan for it." Evan said.

"Okay, but who'll take care of the gym?" I asked.

"We've got time to train someone, or two people.  I think we should have more help anyway."  This place is getting too busy for just us." Evan said.

"I agree.  I know it's been running me ragged." I said.

Eric got out thirty days later.  He looked healthy and had a great attitude.  He joined us at the gym and we hired two guys to work with us.  One was a good friend of Eric's.  He'd lost his job and really enjoyed working the evening shift.  He could go back to school part time like I'd done.

We went to the ride.  I never had so much fun.  It was difficult to keep my hands off my partner Evan.  Yep, We did it.  Eric didn't seem to know what he was.  He messed around with guys once in a while and girls occasionally.  We were as thick as thieves.  We went to every naked event we could find.  Eric was usually a bit wilder than we were.  We had a blast painting each other's body for the Solstice Parade.  We were doing it in a group of people.  They were laughing and taking hundreds of pictures.  Next year we plan to do it again.  I wonder what Fantasy Fest would be like.