1 comments/ 50030 views/ 4 favorites New Gym, New Friend Ch. 01 By: wred222000 It was a new year. I promised myself to keep fit after gorging every last morsel of food during the holidays. I suspended anything remotely related to "working out" for the past two weeks. A few co-workers massaged the idea of participating in a half-marathon in April and spontaneously I offered to join them. I could not back out of it so I quickly pressured myself into drafting an elaborate plan to work myself up to the 13 miles I needed to run. Contemplating my new resolution I wondered how the atmosphere of the gym would be. January 2nd always meant a crowded gym with everyone hoping to begin the New Year with a steadfast commitment to his or her shared resolutions of losing weight and keeping fit. This idea detracted me away from heading out to my regular gym. I noticed a new gym had opened up down the street that catered more toward the executive bunch boasting squash courts, executive style lockers and showers, massage rooms, and a few other amenities absent from the huge national gym chains. A local ad also offered a two-week trail period for local residents. "Sweet," I thought to myself, by then most people would have abandoned their resolutions and the gym will return back to its normal capacity. The gym was nice, not as big as the mega-chain ones, but enough to satisfy any workout buff's dream without feeling like a Costco. Browsing around on my first day I checked out the crowd. Mostly older business men with a few young guns, but the ratio of men and women was at least 5:1, but most of the men looked married and the women uninterested. Settling down on a treadmill, I opened up my training notebook that outlined my week's workout. "3, 10-minute intervals 10-K pace". I already felt tired trying to remember what pace 10k pace meant. I was not a runner, but swimming was sort of the same and was able to pick up some things from my runner friends. "Training for a race?" an older voice said from my right side. I looked up not remembering anyone next to me when I first came up to the treadmill. He was older maybe 50 years old with gray hair. He was leaning on the edge of the treadmill apparently finished with his workout, as his breathing was heavy and beads of sweat slowly trickled down his forehead. Normally I would respond causally and quickly try to ignore anyone trying to interrupt my concentrated workout mode, but as I scanned down I noticed his muscular legs. These were definitely runner legs. "Yeah," I stammered. "Training for my first half-marathon." "I've done a few of those before, but I'm looking for a new type of workout to keep me fit," he responded. I was intrigued. His tone was cool and I could not for the life of me stop looking at his quads that seemed to pulsate out of his running shorts. I let my imagination wander. "I haven't seen you here before, names Caleb," he said wiping his hand with a cloth before stretching it out for a shake. "Derrick," I responded pulling my hand out giving him a firm handshake. We held our handshake enough to meet eyes, but not long enough to questions each other's intentions. "Yeah I'm trying this new place out. You know, tired of all that mega gym madness down the street," I continued. "I understand that," Caleb said with a sigh. "You'll like this gym, not as packed and it comes with all the bells and whistles those national chains skimp on. Plus its usually an older crowd so there's not a bunch of that showing off business going around. Your probably the youngest one here!" We both laughed in agreement, at 25 years old I honestly must have been the youngest there. "You have a trainer?" "No, I'm just on a trail membership and the trainers cost a grip more than what the other gym charges." I noticed a flicker in his face that only lasted a millisecond. "Well I've done a few of these marathons and ran collegiate in my hay day. I really don't mind helpin' you out if you need it. It looks like you got it all planned, but technique is important and the tips I collected over the years really saved my ass during my last marathon." I paused. Usually I would say thank you and would brush this off, but his knowledge pushed me to actually go through with this half-marathon madness. I've never ran competitively before and this could be a chance for me to really brush up on my running skills. "Sure", I said. Caleb grinned. "You don't know it yet, but you just recruited your worst nightmare." We laughed. "Mind if I see what you got? You know, being a newbie at all this running stuff." Caleb was already cracking jokes, which eased off the uncertainty of the arrangement I just haphazardly made with him. I needed a professional to guide me anyways and he seems like a nice guy. This could also be fun having a gym buddy to workout with. Caleb keyed in some numbers into the treadmill. "Normally I prefer running outdoors, but for the sake of our first training session we'll just use the treadmill." Caleb pushed start before finishing his sentence jolting me into an already brisk jog. He kept me at a quick pace for about 20 minutes talking about the importance of psychological readiness for training and the race. Half-listening I took a closer look at Caleb. He was about the same height as me, lean but dense like most of his body was muscle. He was wearing some running shorts that accentuated his perfect quads. He was good-looking for an older man. I also wondered why he took a keen interest in me. He slowed my pace back to a brisk job for another 10 minutes as we exchanged small talk about our lives. Caleb was a successful business owner and happily married. I told him I was a college student at the local university working to maybe get some government job for the security. "Alright. I got to tell you Derrick for a newb, you're doing pretty well." Caleb said as he shut down my machine. I reached up pulling my heads over my head to let more air in. "You an athlete?" "I was on the swim team in high school, did a stint in community college, but now I swim every once in a while to keep fit." I said proudly. "You know, you said you were looking for something new to do. How about swimming?" Caleb looked at me staring blankly as in deep thought. Catching himself he shook his head. "That sounds like an idea, I train you for you half-marathon and you teach me some tips on swimming." This put me more at ease as I felt the deal was more balanced. A little reluctant still, we shook on it still feeling a little nervous for some reason. However, I felt Caleb could be trusted he was nice and genuinely wanted to help me. "Look at the time." Caleb said pointing at the wall clock. It was nearly 9:00pm. I looked around the gym seemed empty except for a few late stranglers finishing up their workouts. Unlike my other gym this one closed at 10pm. "Gotta hit the office early tomorrow." Caleb began to walk toward the locker room speaking to me, which made me walk with him. "Tell you what I'm here tomorrow night at about seven. You up for a training session then?" "Sure," I said quickly. By now we were in the lockers. With no choice I began to change out of my cloths. I decided to shower not wanting to soak my car seats with sweat from Caleb's grueling running assessment. Confidently, I stripped down to my briefs tossing my other articles casually into the oversized locker. Caleb was behind me doing the same, but from the corner of my eyes I could see his head begin to tilt toward me. Pulling a towel around my waist I tucked it in pulling off my briefs underneath the towel. I did not mind stripping down in front of strangers, but was a bit more self-conscious since I knew I would see Caleb more often. Turning around I caught Caleb quickly turn as he stripped off his running shorts revealing his tight butt in a jock strap. I was turned on by the sight of his lean runner's body and the depressions on each of his ass cheeks. Pulling my eyes up I cleared my throat. "The sales guy gave me a lousy tour of the place man, do you know where the showers are?" Caleb peeled off his jock strap bending slightly to pull it off his legs. I adjusted my towel feeling my cock jump a little when his ass cheeks parted slightly. "Imma hit the showers myself, I'll show you where there at. Hold on" he said over his shoulder. Wrapping his towel around his waist he lead me to the shower room. The showers were nice compared to the grimy gym ones I was used to. Outfitted with removable shower handsets the stalls were large and fitted with shower curtains. I was a bit disappointed about the curtains as I would not be able to sneak a peek of Caleb's full body. We took the opposite showers as we both closed the curtains. I carefully closed mine purposely leaving about a foot of the curtain open just in case. --To be continued.. in Pt. II New Gym, New Friend Ch. 02 The rush of the warm spray beating against my sore body felt terrific. I closed my eyes and leaned forward letting the blast of water hit the back of my neck and shoulders. A sigh escaped my mouth as I slowly melted into the stall. Eyes closed, I heard Caleb in the opposite shower. Turning towards his stall I opened my eyes a crack to peek in my partially open curtain. To my surprise, his shower curtain was fully open revealing his entire body. My heart jumped a bit. Caleb was lean as I surveyed the back of his body. His head had a small bald spot and the striations in his neck muscles were visibly seen. His shoulders and arms were toned, but not bulky and his back lowered to almost a perfect "v", but the realizations of age began to form around his midsection revealing a slight, but almost non-noticeable tire. This made him normal I thought. Brining myself to look lower my eyes opened a bit wider. Caleb was still washing his chest as I saw his butt cheeks flex and lean to each side. In the gym, I noticed his legs, but now seeing him in all his glory made the frame of Caleb look hot. If not for his graying hair he could of passed as a 40 maybe even 35 year-old. I noticed the perfect cut of his calves, a feature I always thought was sexy. "God," I thought. This man could be my dad, but for some reason that intrigued me more. The way Caleb fostered himself into the coach/father figure made me feel vulnerable to his commands. Still staring at his body, I looked up noticing Caleb was now facing me. Panicking I nearly jumped closer to the wall to hide my peeking head, but noticed his eyes were closed. I looked again slowly surveying his full frontal. My eyes gravitated to his manhood. It was average size about the same as mine. Flaccid, it was about 2 inches long. His scrotum hung low hot from his workout and hotter still from the warm water. I couldn't take my eyes off it. What made me want to stare at it longer was that he had not a speck of hair around his cock or balls. Even more, I realized his body was fully shaved which made him look younger than his real age. I wanted to reach out and caress his smooth body. He began to stir lifting his hands and rubbing his face with his palms with his head leaning backward letting the water hit the top of his forehead. I quickly turned. My cock was already at half-mast. My heart beat fast. I've done stuff with guys before, but never guys this old and it usually only happened in gym showers. This was serious. We actually talked and are going to be working out together for the next couple of weeks. I definitely can't be caught sneaking a peek and getting off on this old married guy. However, the fact of the matter was that this new circumstance got me even more excited. I turned the shower faucet to a cooler temperature and began to soap my body hoping that the blast of the cool water and the vigorous soaping would help me think about what really is just going on here. -- He's young. I thought as I entered the shower. Trying to rationalize my actions, I concluded that he was just going to end up hurting himself if he ran that half-marathon without a proper trainer and no friends to help him correct his mistakes. It's just one of those things that guys will do for other guys. I heard Derrick breath out a moan as I slowly opened up my curtain. I noticed a crack in his shower curtain, which revealed most of his body. Intentional? Maybe, but Derrick seemed confident for a guy his age, but was obedient in my instructions. This made me even more attracted to him. He was a total coach's boy, listening to every word I said earlier. My mind wandered as I closed my eyes and turned back around. He probably was awarded the coach's award for never complaining and being such a team player and being a role model for his team and blah blah blah. Letting the warm water rush onto my chest I began to soap my smooth hairless skin contemplating about my new role as coach and maybe even father figure. Derrick reminded me of my days as a track runner in high school. In fact, Derrick was me when I was younger. Always working to get up with what talent we were bestowed with. I smiled, what a way to start the year. A part of me wanted to vicariously live through Derrick guiding him into things I never got to experience or opportunities missed. However, there was something erotic about Derrick that made me want him closer. His confidence certainly made him likable since he was not arrogant, but it was enough to make him charming and witty. My wife came into my mind suddenly. What would she say if she knew how I was feeling about his kid? And yes, he literally is a kid even if he's over 21. Eyes closed I turned around in the shower to let the water run down my back. My mind warped to the time I had my first experience with a guy a few months back. We didn't do anything, but we intently watched each other shower in the deserted showers at the local community college. He was younger, but experienced as he revealed every inch of his body to me and me doing the same. We came in unison that morning, but I never saw him after. It was exciting, dangerous, and risky, but the memory of us caressing our bodies had been my masturbation fantasy for the past months. Fuck it. I thought pushing out my wife's face and the deserted shower scene. It's nothing more than me helping out this kid do well in his little marathon gig. Anyways I'm not some perv trying to seduce younger men. I'm married for God's sake! But the reality was I did feel somehow attracted to Derrick, but he was definitely straight. Opening my eyes, I hoped Derrick was looking at me to contradict my last thought. He didn't seemed interested as I was welcomed by his back. I surveyed his body. It was lean, but not completely lean. He had some meat on him as swimmer's usually do, but his toned and square back compensated for the meat he did have. The rest of his body was slim, but proportional and the caramel tan of his whole body except for the obvious Speedo tan sealed the deal. I couldn't stop staring at his tan as it was a stark contrast from caramel brown to nearly pasty white, but it neither seemed gross or wrong, but rather sexy. It was more a testament of hard work swimming laps in outdoor pools. I related to that having suffered from weird tan lines from both the running suit worn during competition and my normal training gear. Derrick began to turn as his hands reached back to soap his lower back just above his Speedo tan. I couldn't blow it now if he caught me looking at him. Too late. My eyes met Derrick's. He smiled. "Yah take a good look at the tan." He said. "Everyone stares at it. I know it's bad, but there's no use in tanning it out if it's just gonna come back the next time I workout." I gave a feigned laugh as I turned back around to face my shower. I was not sure if I should be relieved that he saved us from the potential awkwardness or terrified that he just caught me looking. I hoped it was not the latter. I began to quickly finish showering up being timely not to look like our last interaction scared me out my wits. I finished first as I headed back towards our lockers. As I opened mine, Derrick walk passed me brushing against me slightly as he stepped over the bench to get into his locker behind me. "So I was thinking," I began as we both were still drying off and getting changed. "I'm not due to the office until around 10 tomorrow you know being the boss and all, I was going to run the park across the street for a bit. Maybe like five to six miles at 10k pace." Derrick laughed. "No more of this pace talk. It's only my first day training and I'm already tired of the lingo. But yeah, I was just gonna bum it tomorrow, but I DO need the training. Sound good boss." Boss. Hmmm I like that I thought. "Alright Derrick until tomorrow you did good today. We'll meet around 8am outside the parking lot. Bring your "A" game." I said now facing him and taking a step out I slapped him in the butt. "Hey," Derrick shouted hopping forward. "For that, I'm gonna give you a run for your money old man." "We'll see." I said rounding the corner and out into the cool night air. Tomorrow would be fun. -- I got dressed slowly. I still felt Caleb's hand on my ass. It was a playful locker room gesture, but this lingered. Getting fully dressed I walked out of the gym, my legs sore from the long run earlier today. And to think I was gonna be out here in just a few hours again subjected to another painful run. The thought of sharing a run in a secluded park on a weekday morning made my mind wander again. "He's like your dad." A voice said in my head. "Yeah, but still," I murmured under me lips. We'll see about that tomorrow. To be continued in Pt. III... New Gym, New Friend Ch. 03 I woke up at seven to my alarm clock blaring the morning radio show. Half awake I slipped on some boxer briefs. Ever since high school, I preferred sleeping in the nude. The chill of the morning air in my room immediately brought Goosebumps as I pulled the cover off to continue getting dressed. 7:15. I'm dressed, having slipped on a sport thermal and some running shorts. I could never run in workout pants so keeping my upper body warm was the next best thing. Brushing my teeth I remember brief snippets of last night's dreams. One of them involved Caleb. I was at a coffee shop and as I walked in he turned around and smiled at me. I was thundershocked by his expression to say the least. It was really a turn on. Walking back into my room I began to pack my gym bag. I was hoping to shower back at the gym since the park Caleb and I were going to train at was only across the street, but then again my apartment was only 5 minutes from the gym. I packed it anyway hoping maybe I could share another shower with Caleb. This was becoming an obsession I thought to myself. By 7:45 I hopped into my truck and was well on my way. Trying to pump myself up the best I can I blasted some music. I parked at the gym, figuring I'd be showering their anyway and I could put in a brief jog across the street to warm up. Stepping out I noticed only a few cars in the parking lot, but one closer to the street. This was probably Caleb with the same idea. Jogging across to the woody park I saw Caleb stretching out on one of the park benches. "Morning sunshine," Caleb said as I approached. I feigned a smile. "Not up to another training? You're not going to bow out after the first day are you?" "You wish," I said in retort. "Nah, just a little tired and feeling sore today." "Well a good morning run to get that lactic acid out will do ya good," Caleb said with a smile. My heart skipped a little this was that same smile I had in my dream. We stretched for a few minutes. Caleb began showing me all the stretches that really get the leg muscles loose and pumping. While stretching my hamstrings, he lightly ran his fingers down my thigh to show me what muscles are actually stretching. It was hard to contain a smile so I put my head down. The run was uneventful. Running at a quick pace through the hilly paths of the park my mind was more focused on keeping up with Caleb. For an older man he still had endurance and speed. The hills blew my legs as Caleb would yell back at me to pick it up when he noticed me lagging behind. Me heart beat hard and my legs started to feel heavier. By 8:45 we cleared nearly seven miles. Returning back to the park bench we did an easy warm-down and stretch. Both of us were to tired to talk and simply breathed into our long stretches. "You did good Derrick, but you still got a lot more to go," Caleb said breaking the silence. I nodded still trying to catch my breath. We both got up and began to walk across the street. "You gonna head home to shower or are you gonna do it at the gym?" I said as we reached my truck. Caleb leaned on the bed of my pick-up as I reached in to grab my gym bag. "Might as well shower here since we're here," Caleb responded opening the trunk of his sleek luxury sedan to retrieve his gym bag. Walking up to the gym we noticed the lights were off. A sign hung at the door read "Gym temporarily closed due to blown transformer". "Ahh, shit!" I exclaimed. This means I WOULD have to go back home to shower. "Well I guess we just shit our of luck." Caleb said in response. "I guess I'm gonna be a late for work and the highway is torture trying to go back up at this hour." "You could come by my place and shower there," I said impulsively. It came out faster than I can think about it. "Oh, yah sounds good...You don't mind really?" Too late to take it back now I thought. "No not at all." I said as nonchalantly as I could. "Just follow me, it's only down the street." Getting into my car I felt nervous. I only met this guy yesterday and here he was going back to my place to shower. On the way to my place I convinced myself that Caleb was a trustworthy guy and not some ax murderer. That was extreme but I sometimes get paranoid. We parked on the street as I beckoned him into the courtyard of the apartment complex. "Nice place," Caleb said looking around. "Yah, it's quiet. Not too many kids. Mostly couples." I said walking up the stairs to the second floor. Pushing in the door, I opened up the blinds. "You can hit the shower first since you have to take off for work pretty soon. It's the door straight down the hall. Let me know if you need anything." "Thanks," Caleb said as he walked toward the restroom. I sat down on the couch. My legs were still burning. I was glad I had the day off today. Leaning back a little to relax, I began to doze off. I woke up to the bathroom door closing. Caleb came out of the hall dressed in a business suit that made him look sharp and professional. "Oh c'mon that run wasn't that hard now was it?" Caleb said with a laugh seeing my rub my eyes and yawn. Trying to get up I winced in pain. "Ugh. I didn't know I was gonna get this sore." I pulled up, a shot of pain traveled up the backside of my hamstring causing me to fall back onto the couch with my eyes closed. "Hey hey, easy now," Caleb said dropping his bag and running to the side of the couch. "Let see what's going on." "Cramp. Back of my leg." I said gripping my right thigh and biting down on my teeth. Without saying a work Caleb pushed my hands aside and gently kneaded the back of my thigh. I slid down into the couch and onto my stomach giving him more access to my leg. "Let me know when I got it." Caleb said gently moving up my thigh slowly squeezing and kneading my hamstrings. Halfway up I hissed in pain burying my head into the couch arm. He stopped changing his technique by pushing up softly with the muscle. I sighed in relief. This felt good. He pushed the leg of my running shorts up. Using both hands he began to massage my right thigh with his thumbs slowly working out the cramp he identified. I closed my eyes letting his hands slowly rub my thigh. He adjusted positions to apply better pressure. Dropping my left leg off the couch and onto the floor he sat down on the couch pushing his upper body into my hamstrings. "With muscle pain, you need to massage the whole length of the muscle to find the true source." Caleb said gently. He moved his hands up gently near my butt. I signed as he rubbed my back thigh from my butt to the angle of my knee. Propping my left leg back up on his knee he began to massage both of my hamstrings simultaneously. The feeling was amazing as I began to loosen up my body to yield to his skillful massage. It must have been nearly 15 minutes until Caleb slowly eased off. I was nearly asleep when I realized he stopped. I can feel my rock hard erection from the massage underneath me. I shifted a bit to let me cock slide up. "How you feelin' bud?" Caleb said as I opened my eyes. "Better, thanks coach." I mumbled. Caleb chuckled. Reaching over he grabbed my thigh to turn me over. I resisted seeing that my cock was still rock hard from the intense pleasure his massage gave me. "What' the matter? I'm just gonna check up on your quads." Caleb said to my sudden resistance to his last action. In panic I replied, " I'm fine just gonna lay here a bit to relax." As I rolled buried myself deeper into the couch cushion. Caleb lifted an eyebrow. Getting up he began to turn around. I breathed out in relief. "Got ya!" Caleb shouted. In a flash he jumped back around to flip me over without me realizing it. I almost peed myself not expecting him to practically lift me up and slam me back onto the couch on my back. There I was my cock rock hard creating a huge tent in my running shorts. I bent my knees to try to conceal it as a simple fold, but the cramp remained causing me to quickly abandon this idea. By now Caleb's eyes were fixated at the massive tent in my shorts. We both seemed unsure what to do. In my mind the attempt to conceal my boner was futile. Caleb moved first. Not saying a word he began to massage my quads lower at the knee. Looking over at him he seemed to ignore my erection not noticing it was there in front of his face. His squeezing and kneading kept my cock hard as I Caleb continue the massage. Hoping for Caleb to make a move I opened my legs a little and closing my eyes. His hands slowly moved up my thighs. His fingers moving up the sides of my quads while his thumbs worked on my inner thighs. His hands thumbs moved perilously close to my balls letting his thumbs slightly grave the bottom. I did not dare to open my eyes. He began to move back down causing me to contract my muscles in my penis causing it to jump. His teasing was driving me mad. He paused obviously seeing the jump the large tent in my pants made. He continued back down slowly. "Ugh, Alright Bud. I..ugh suggest you take an ibuprofen if you still...still are feeling sore. I should head out for..ugh work now. You know gonna be late." Caleb said strangely. This was the first time I heard Caleb stutter. Opening my eyes I quickly sat up feeling awkward. By the time I got up he already had his bag and was halfway to the door. "So..ugh Caleb when's the next practice?" I said trying to sound as if there was nothing out of the ordinary other than my raging hard on that was beginning to get sore. Caleb stopped at the door. "Tomorrow night. At the gym bout' seven." He said not turning around. I grunted in approval. He was already out the door.