Date: Sat, 08 Apr 2006 15:15:38 -0700
From: Tom R <pgfunguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Taking My Son To The Gym part 1

       I'm a single father and have been for a while now.  I work fairly
long hours at a white collar job and spend the rest of my time raising my
son and staying in shape.  It's a pretty full life and I'm very happy.  My
son's mother has been out of the picture for a while, so it's always been
just me and him.
       I have been pretty comfortable with my sexuality all my life.  I'm
bisexual but have gone through different times when I've been more attracted
to one sex than the other.  When I was it my late teens and early twenties I
was really into women.  That's when I met Jake's mother.  (Jake is my son.)
She got pregnant when I was 19 and we had a great time together those first
few years, but then grew apart.  These days I really find myself more
attracted to men.  Being a single working parent, I don't really have that
much time to go out the bars and meet guys, but I'm really okay with that.
I'm not looking for a relationship, and while I do occasionally have an
overnight guest, I'm not interested in my son seeing a parade of strangers
coming and going from my bedroom.  I also don't want to be the dad who
stumbles home every Saturday and Sunday morning after being out all night.
My son is important to me and he has to come first.  So gay sex for me is
usually confined to brief encounters at various times of the day, but I'll
get to that later.
       I am open with my son about my sexuality, and always have been.  I
can't help but feel that he's a balanced, open-minded person because of
that.  When we had the "talk" when he was ten, he asked me questions about
both heterosexual sex and gay sex, and I answered them honestly and plainly,
using all the proper dictionary words.  I knew he'd get a more colorful
vocabulary on his own soon enough.  He told me then that he thought that he
also liked both boys and girls.  I told him that was fine, and if he ever
felt later that he only liked one of the two, that was also fine.  As he's
gotten older he seems to have remained as bisexual as he first thought.
He's had a few casual girlfriends at school, but nothing serious.  He
doesn't really talk about his attraction to guys except with me and a few of
his close friends, but he's not ashamed of it.
       Jake is 15 now and I'm sure he has no trouble getting glances from
people of either sex.  He takes pride in his body but doesn't get a big head
about it.  We both work out a lot, and Jake is on his high school's swim
team.  We belong to a family fitness center very close to our house and
that's where Jake usually goes to swim before school or after school.  The
swim team meets at the school of course, but both Jake and I agreed that for
swimming on his own the fitness center was a better facility with a bigger
pool.  I also go there once or twice a week for my daily workout when I have
to pick up Jake from school.  But most days I go to another gym that I
belong to downtown near my office.
       One of the first signs I ever got that Jake might have some gay
tendencies was when we first joined that family fitness center.  This was
when we had first moved to the area and Jake was about 8 or 9, before he was
on any swim teams.  The first time I took him there, we went into the locker
room to put our bags away and change into our swim trunks.  I could tell
Jake was immediately surprised by the fact that a lot of guys were walking
around naked.  He asked me if that was normal, and I said that it was, and
that the locker room was a place where it's okay to be naked in front of
other people and not to worry or be embarrassed.  He just smiled and from
then on it seemed like whenever we were in the locker room, Jake would be
naked almost the whole time.  He'd have his shirt off practically the moment
he was through the door and not get anything back on his body until he was
ready to go out the door again.  I didn't object of course, after all it was
a locker room, and I certainly enjoyed the freedom to be naked as well.
Jake and I weren't shy at home but we weren't nudists either.  But Jake
certainly seemed to relish the thought of being naked around other boys and
men.  There isn't much of a gay vibe at all at that place, not like other
gyms I've belonged to.  It was a family fitness center after all.  So I
wasn't really worried about Jake's newfound exhibitionism getting him in
over his head at a young age, but early on I did have to mention to him that
it wasn't really appropriate to walk around with a visible erection.  He
seemed to understand that, and also that it was fine to look at other men's
bodies, but politeness required that he not stare openly.
       As soon as Jake got to an age where he could walk or take the bus on
his own, he started going there by himself.  More so after he got on the
swim team.  I did wonder if his interest in swimming came more from his
admiration of all the swimmers in their small speedos than from a desire for
athletic activity.  His body developed quickly from the swimming, weights
and other workouts that he did almost every day of the week.  At 15, he's
still got the height of someone his age and a baby face, but his muscles are
as tight and toned as some of the models you see in print ads.  They're not
bulky like a bodybuilder's though, but definitely stand out.  His six pack
abs are obvious and even his butt is pretty tight and muscular.  His facial
hair has started to come in enough that he needs to shave every few days,
and it's amazing how much of a difference that makes.  When he's got a bit
of stubble he could almost be mistaken for a somewhat small 18 year old, but
when clean shaven you could almost believe he was 12 or 13 if his muscles
weren't so developed.  He gets a little hair around his armpits and chest,
and of course has a fair amount of pubic hair as well, but except for the
pubic hair he keeps the rest shaved for swimming.  He's lucky that he didn't
inherit my hairiness, since that would make for a lot more work keeping
smooth for swimming.
       I'm in great shape and do my best to stay that way.  I've tried to go
for a little more bulk the last few years and have managed to get some nice
big, tight pecs with arms to match.  I have no desire to look like a
competition bodybuilder (in fact that ultra-muscle look is a bit of a
turnoff for me) but when I stand naked in front of the mirror I have to say
I think I've reached my goal at age 34.  I see a great chest with a good
amount of dark hair, which I keep trimmed.  Tight abs in six pack (also with
some trimmed hair) and toned legs and glutes round out a pretty balanced
frame.  My back and ass have never been hairy at all, just the front side.
I do keep my pubes trimmed pretty short as well, and I've always been pretty
happy with my cock size.  When it's soft it still looks pretty long and
thick and my nuts sit are decent sized too, which makes my whole package jut
forward a bit, even when I'm naked.  Jake asked me once why I kept my pubes
trimmed, and I told him half-joking that it makes my dick look bigger.  He
laughed and said "Dad, I don't think you need any help in that department."
I really just trim them because I like how it looks.  I asked Jake if he was
going to trim his, but he said he didn't think he needed any help either.
True enough, Jake's cock was impressive too. After he said that, the next
time we were at the fitness center I made a point to look at it while we
were in the shower.  I wagered that it would be about the same size as mine
when he finished growing up, and it was already pretty thick.  It had been a
long time since I'd seen him with morning wood around the house, since he
was usually up before me to go swim, but that day I also made a mental note
to get up early one day and see if I could get a glimpse of how he measured
up when he was erect.
       I say all that, but don't get the impression that stare at my son all
day.  Sure, I'm aware that he's got a great body, and if he's in front of me
naked, or in speedos or something like that, I'll admire it.  And
truthfully, I'm fine with him doing the same to me.  Two hot guys can look
at each other and that's just how it is.  I've never really felt that
anything overtly sexual should pass between us, especially since he's
younger.  He needs to develop at his own pace and explore things with people
his own age.  I'm pretty certain he hasn't gone very far, sexually, with
anyone at all yet.  And I'm not in a hurry to rush his development.  It will
be hard enough in a few years when he moves out, I both he and I to enjoy
what we have now.
       A few weeks ago Jake asked me if he could come work out with me at my
gym downtown.  He had never really expressed interest in that before, since
they don't have a pool.  But the last year or so he had been focusing more
on weights and I had mentioned several times that my gym had a large range
of free weights and machines available.  In fact, most of the guys there
were really focused on that, so there was little else out on the floor
besides the weights and some cardio machines, and a small area for
stretching.  It was an all-male gym, so there wasn't really a need for an
aerobics room.  When the current owners had bought the gym, they had just
turned the old room into more space for weights.  That was the other great
thing, that since it was an all-male gym, they had been able to combine the
old women's locker room with the men's.  So we had quite a large wet area,
with a 14-head gang shower area as well as 10 shower stalls with curtains, a
big sauna and an even bigger steam room, and a Jacuzzi as well.  The locker
area was set up in a series of aisles with nooks on either side of the
aisles to maximize locker space.  There was a small sitting area, and of
course the sinks and bathroom area.  It was by far the nicest locker room
space I had ever seen, which was one of the things that made me a loyal
member.
       So Jake had asked if he could go to the gym with me sometime.  I told
him that he really couldn't, since it was the gym's membership policy that
no one under 18 was allowed.  Jake seemed a little disheartened by that, but
he said he understood.  While that was the truth about the age minimum, that
wasn't the whole reason that I didn't think Jake should go there to work
out.  As I said, the gym was an all-male establishment.  It was also one
where the clientele was probably 90-95% gay.  Jake knew that there were a
fair amount of gay guys at my gym because I had mentioned it in other
contexts, but I was pretty sure he didn't know how many.  And I was
definitely sure that he didn't know the kind of environment that creates at
a gym.  As you can imagine, the cruising there was pretty overt.  As opposed
to the family fitness center, where you had all types of guys there (and
truthfully not that many hot ones) the members of my downtown gym were
almost all 50 and under and in amazing shape.  The only required attire
while working out were shoes and shorts, so there were always impressive
bodies on display.  I usually wore a shirt or tanktop, as did many others,
but plenty of guys wore only what was required while out on the gym floor.
And a few times I saw guys who really seemed to be pushing the line in terms
of what was considered "shorts" with something on not much bigger than a
posing strap.  But it's not like anyone complained.
       In the locker room of course, there were no such limitations, and it
was a constant parade of hard, naked muscle with guys showing off everything
because they knew everyone else was looking.  Just being in there, it was
hard not to have a partial erection just from looking around at all of them.
  It wasn't unusual for patrons to be walking around fully hard, which made
it more interesting during the busier hours in the mornings and after work.
I couldn't even count the number of times that I had to squeeze past a guy
to get to my locker and felt his rock hard cock drag across my ass or thigh,
or the number of times my own erect penis had been pushed up against another
muscular body going by.  No one seemed to mind, and even the supposedly
straight guys never said anything, though they usually spent less time in
the locker room than everyone else.  With all the sexual tension, there was
a lot more then just looking going on too.  The Jacuzzi was generally just
for relaxing and checking out the passersby, but the showers were usually a
hot place to be if you wanted to do more than just look.  The shower heads
in the gang showers were pretty large, expensive ones that sprayed over a
wide area.  So at crowded times it was generally understood that two guys to
one shower head was perfectly acceptable.  And when you're already sharing a
showerhead with somebody, it seems almost natural to help them clean up,
right?  Guys would often wash each other's backs, chests, legs and more.
The sauna and steam room were places where almost anything went on.  Of
course there were times when everyone in there was just relaxing and
stretching their worked out muscles.  But just as often there would be men
giving and getting blowjobs on every other bench.  Rimming and outright
fucking were also fairly common in these hot, sweaty rooms, and once that
got started things could sometimes turn into groups scenes as hot as a porn
flick.  Most of the hard action was confined to the steam and sauna, but it
wasn't surprising to sometimes see a guy being fucked in the shower (the
curtained stalls were popular for that), getting fingered in the ass while
he had one leg up on a bench at his locker, or getting blown over in the
sitting area.  Sometimes the place could seem as sex-free as the locker room
at the fitness center where Jake worked out.  Other times it seemed like a
bathhouse.  The owners were both gay and knew what went on, but they were
committed to running a gym that everyone would enjoy and certainly didn't
mind enjoying the fringe benefits themselves on occasion.
       So when Jake asked about working there, I was glad they had the 18
and over policy because even though I knew he was comfortable with both his
sexuality and mine, I knew he wouldn't be ready to handle that kind of
environment.  He wanted to get better weight training in, so I just told him
that we'd work on that more on the days I worked out at the fitness center
with him.  He seemed okay with that, but I could tell he was disappointed.
       About a week later, after the second time we had done some extended
weight sessions at the fitness center, we were drying off after showering
and he mentioned that it would be really great to work out at a gym that was
really geared toward building muscle.  I told him he was right, and that I
wished I could pull some strings and enable him to work out at my gym, but
the facilities where we were really enough if we know how to use them right.
  Though that was true, and I just made the pulling strings comment in an
offhand way, I realized that there probably were some strings I could pull.
I had joined the gym soon after it had opened so I knew both of the owners
pretty well, and the guy in charge of membership was a good friend of mine
also.  He had even met Jake on a few occasions when I'd had friends over in
the past.  If I asked, he could probably just put Jake on my account and say
that he was 18 when entering the information.  But was I really ready to
take my son to the gym?



Part 2 coming soon

Story by pgfunguy@hotmail.com   Comments welcome.