2 Chapter 2

Once inside the well-kept locker room, Kevin checked out every aisle. There were a few members in each in various stages of undress. He nodded to some he knew or had seen in the gym before and made his way to the end of an almost empty row. He had the feeling today was going to be another disappointment. Damn that phone!

Changing into his jock, shorts, tank top and gym shoes, Kevin made his way to the towel window and picked up a large, fluffy towel with the name of the gym inscribed on it. He walked down the hall, past the scales and showers, turned right and went through the double doors into the main gym. There he was greeted by a cacophony of sounds: clanging of weight machines, pounding of feet on treadmills, voices from the TV sets above them, and of course, grunts and groans of the men and women striving for health and/or physical perfection.

Kevin wandered around the exercise floor for a few minutes and came to the conclusion Dream Man wasn't there. He sighed and started to get down working on his program. Kevin quickly became frustrated, as the gym was more crowded than usual. Thursday night. Everyone trying to get a pump for the weekend,he thought. He couldn’t do his circuit-training program, which took care of both cardio and muscle building. With so many people there he couldn’t move from machine to machine fast enough. Deciding to work on free weights, Kevin thought he'd hit the steppers or treadmills later, when the crowd thinned.

The lone station that was open was the bench press. “Fuck!” he muttered under his breath. Someone had left the bar on the rack with four hundred and fifty pounds of weight, with each disk weighing 75 pounds. Kevin surveyed the situation with his hands on his hips.

“Need some help with that?” A deep baritone voice sounded behind him. Kevin whirled around and came nose to chest with Dream Man, so close he could feel the heat radiating from his body.

As Kevin looked up into the steel blue eyes, ah, they are blue,the man said, “Hate it when some jerk does that.”

Kevin was first struck dumb by the exhilaration of being in such close proximity to the hunk, within inches of the thick, golden hair curling around the neck of the sweatshirt, the prominent nipples straining against the fabric. Then he was embarrassed to think the guy thought he was too puny to tackle adjusting the weights by himself.

“You take this side,” Dream Man said, walking to the other side of the bar. “On three. One, two…”

Kevin realized just in time that Mr. Muscles did not think him puny, but was offering to help him readjust the weight by keeping the bar balanced.

“Three!” Kevin and Dream Man each removed a 75 pound steel plate.

“What weight?”

“One-fifty,” Kevin lied. This was 25 pounds heavier than he normally used, but…

They each removed one more plate. “You need a spot?”

“Yeah…that’d be great.” Kevin couldn’t believe it. Dream Man was going to spot him while he lifted.

Kevin lay down on his back on the bench. The hunk stood behind the bench, legs spread, just inches from the top of Kevin’s head. Kevin could feel the blood rushing to his groin.

As he lay looking up at the bar and the bulging crotch just inches away, Kevin felt like he couldn’t breathe. He was glad he was wearing a jock. Somehow he was able to complete three sets of twelve with a weight 25 pounds heavier than usual.

“Nice job, man.” The deep voice boomed out.

“Thanks…uh?”

“Jake, name’s Jake.” Dream Man stuck out his hand. Kevin grabbed it as he was pulled upright from the bench.

“Kevin, Kevin Baker.” Kevin winced. In his enthusiasm for being so near Jake, he’d given his real name. He always made up a name with his sex partners. Then he realized what he had just thought. This guy was no sex partner…just a workout buddy…if even that.

“Well, nice job, Kevin Baker. Give a holler if you need a spot again.”

“Yeah, thanks, I will.” Kevin watched as the most beautiful buns in the world undulated away. He took a deep breath and rearranged himself in his jockstrap.

For the rest of the evening Kevin tried to position himself near where Jake was working out. He noticed the big man was friendly with almost everyone. This bothered him for some reason. Every now and then Kevin would make eye contact with Jake. When that happened the man smiled and nodded. Twice he gave Kevin the thumbs up. Each time Kevin’s heart rate sped up and his groin tightened.

After about an hour of heavy workout, Jake disappeared into the locker room. Kevin finished up the set he was doing and hurried after him. Kevin checked every aisle, but was bewildered. Jake seemed to have vanished. Deflated, Kevin walked to his locker, stripped and deposited his sweaty towel in the barrel. Wrapping a clean towel around his waist, he headed for the sauna.

To Kevin’s surprise the dry heat room was empty. So many people in the gym and here the room is empty.He climbed to the top bench and sat with his back against the wall, closed his eyes and let the heat do its magic.

He heard the door open, felt a brief waft of cool air. He opened his eyes and saw to his delight Jake had entered. Jake’s towel wasn’t wrapped around his waist, oh no. It was slung over one massive shoulder, allowing a gorgeous, thick cut cock at about half-mast to be displayed in all its glory. Kevin calculated: six and a half, seven hard, definite upward curve. His own cock responded in record time. He adjusted the towel around himself.

Jake looked up, saw Kevin, smiled, and took the benches two at a time. “Mind if I join you?”

Before Kevin had time to respond, the man of his fantasies for the last three weeks was sitting naked right next to him. All that room in the sauna and Jake sat next to him. What happened next blew Kevin’s mind.

Jake spread his legs until his right knee came in contact with Kevin’s left thigh. Kevin’s breath caught in his throat. With his left hand Jake began stroking the crease between his now erect penis and his leg. Kevin stared at the man's cock. Fully erect it resembled a rhino horn in its curve. The exquisite head leaked pre-cum. Kevin’s left hand was on the bench between them, next to Jake’s right. Jake extended his right pinky until it came in contact with Kevin’s. Kevin could barely breathe. His dick was throbbing to the beating of his heart. He was about to return the pressure when the door to the sauna opened once more. Two young men came in, laughing and talking. The spell was broken.

Jake covered himself with his towel and removed his leg and finger from contact with Kevin.

Kevin heard him mutter, “Damn.”

In a few minutes several other club members arrived.

Jake got up. “See ya,” he said and left.

Kevin sat for several minutes, still stunned by the incredible turn of events. Then his brain started to function. Shower!

Almost falling down the rows of benches and sweating bodies, he headed for the door. He hurried down the hall and to the showers. There at the far end stood Jake, his head against the wall, water cascading down his glorious body. Kevin couldn’t make himself take a shower close to Jake. He was too afraid he was making a mistake. Instead he stood under the needle spray at the opposite end of the huge shower room.

Jake looked up. He gave Kevin a weak smile, waved and was gone. By the time Kevin got out of the shower, Jake had left.

“You dumb fuck!” Kevin remonstrated with himself later as he dressed. “You fuckin’ idiot. What more did you need, a fuckin’ engraved invite?” He slammed his fist against the locker door.

“What was that?” an older man queried as he came around the corner of the lockers.

“Nothing,” Kevin lied. “Just forgot the com.”

* * * *

Kevin parked his SUV in the garage and went into the house.

“Hi, hon,” said his wife.