Mr Benson

Dan chuckled and understood how his question could be misconstrued. Placing both hands on either side of Chris' shoulders, he looked directly into his eyes and said, "Don't worry baby. I'm just making sure I can go home tonight.". Chris couldn't help but be further embarrassed by his assumptions that Dan was making a move on him. "G-good." Chris stuttered in replied, surprised by how aroused being called 'baby' by Dan made him.

Leaning back away from Chris and looking at his damp clothing, he shook his head, not realizing how soaked he'd gotten during the fall and from Dan picking him up. "Don't get the wrong idea, but we should probably get you out of those wet clothes." he paused, wiggled his eyebrows, and joked, "I guess it's only fair to see you naked, right?". Dan stuck his tongue and leaned back in against Chris, putting his entire body weight against him. Chris felt a little trapped, smacked Dan in the pec, and pushed him back a little harsher than he intended. Not to make anything further awkward, Chris quickly said, "I think I can take care of myself now, thanks!".

Stepping back and letting Chris take in the sight of his full-body, Dan scratched the back of his head and noticed he still had foamy suds to wash out. "Very well. I have to rinse the shampoo out of my hair, so I might head back in and do that." Dan said backing away, before twisting on his feet and walking back into the shower unit. Chris initially looked out when Dan stepped back, but he quickly glanced and visually appreciated his muscular back, waist, and round butt when he noticed he wasn't looking. 'Oh boy,' Chris thought, taking in and now regretting pushing Dan away and losing the comfort his body heat gave him. He sighed and wondered, 'What is happening today?'.

Now standing under the showerhead, Dan opted to leave the curtain open. Chris had seen everything, so there was no reason to cover up. He ran his hands through his hair and rinsed the soap out. Moving his head out from under the water spray, Dan made sure to rinse all the suds from his entire body, running his hands down his chest, over his stomach, and giving his crotch a rub. Dan would be lying if he said the interaction with Chris hadn't caused him to react. It took almost all his self-control not to be completely hard right now. He sighed, exasperated by the unexpected sexual frustration. The brief rub to his manhood did cause it to firm up slightly, so he made sure to turn the angle of his hips away from Chris. He didn't want to make the situation awkward for himself.

As if his brain had switched off to all higher functions, Chris continued to watch in complete awe of Dan's body and manliness. Dan turned his head towards Chris and smirked. "You can join me if you want," he said, gesturing his hand to the free space in front of him. 'Damn! Caught looking again!' Chris thought, turning his face away. Chris rolled his eyes, huffed, and replied, "I think I'll go get changed and wait for you by the door. And don't take too long. It's already past closing hours, you know?".

Dan sighed, looking down his newly sprouted semi-erection. "I didn't realize it was so late. Give me 5 minutes", he said, turning his whole body away from Chris.

Chris didn't respond to Dan but instead looked down at the damp clothing clinging to his body. 'I didn't realize I'd gotten so wet', he thought. Looking back at Dan, Chris took one final moment to appreciate his body before jumping off the benchtop. As he walked over to his staff locker, he reached down, grabbed the hem of his shirt, and lifted it towards his head. The dampness caused the fabric to cling to his torso, but he managed to remove it. Tossing the wet shirt to the floor, Chris reached the latch on his locker and started fumbling with the dial combination lock.

The sound of the wet shirt hitting the tile floor drew Dan's attention, and he poked his head out of the shower to investigate. 'Wow', he thought, his mind full of desire. The sight of Chris' exposed torso caused his semi to become a full-blown erection. He continued to watch as Chris grabbed the waistband of his tracksuit pants and pulled them down. Seeing Chris d his body forward like that almost sent him over the edge. He reached down and grabbed the base of his penis, giving it a firm squeeze. Grunting in pleasure, he thought, 'Fuck, he is hot.'.

Standing there in nothing but his tight red briefs, which were thankfully still dry, Chris reached into his locker and pulled out his spare clothes. Without looking back at Dan, he knew that his actions and movements were the subjects of interest, and it caused a sharp rise in his anxiety. His self-esteem and body image issues started to enter his mind, and all he wanted to do was cover himself completely.

Dan sensing his discomfort, backed up and sighed loudly. 'How am I going to get rid of this now?', he thought, still gripping his erect penis. Letting it go, Dan shut his eyes and started thinking of other things to make it go away. "Old lady boobs", he whispered, causing him to giggle.

"Did you just say old lady boobs?" Chris asked from across the locker room. Opening his eyes, Dan laughed and replied, "You have excellent hearing. It makes me wonder how you couldn't hear me in here showering before turning this place into your own, personal peep show.". Chris was stunned at his reply, and his insinuation made him angry, but instead of biting back, he recoiled from the conflict. Instead, Chris continued to get dressed, slowly pulling up his fresh pair of black tracksuit pants over his legs and butt. 'I was not focusing before', Chris thought to himself bitterly.

"Did you hear what I said?" Dan prompted again, reaching for the shower tap and turning off the water. Shaking his body slightly, he stepped out of the stall and took a few steps towards Chris. Dripping wet and completely nude, Dan waited for Chris to answer him and was surprised he wasn't replying. 'That's a first.', Dan thought, making him want to play more with the smaller male standing just a few feet away from him.

As Dan stood there, waiting for any reaction, Chris put his new shirt over his head and pulled it down, finally covering his body from the gaze of others. Looking down at the spare shirt, he realized it wasn't a great choice and knew Dan would have some smart-ass comment.

The shirt was a gym special edition from the last valentine's day membership promotion. On the front, it had two puppies kissing, surrounded by a giant heart. Not only that, but it was also two sizes too small and was like a second skin right now. Chris mentally kicked himself, wondering, 'Why the fuck did I keep this shirt?'. Sighing, he had no other choice but to look back at Dan, who was again standing there watching him again.

This time, however, Chris was determined to look at Dan's face and nothing else. Turning his body and making eye contact once again, Chris was the first to speak and said, "Get dressed so I can finish locking up.". As expected, Dan's eyes shifted downwards, and he smirked at the cutesy t-shirt that Chris was now wearing. "I knew you were a softy for love!" Dan said excitedly, showing off his great big smile again.

Chris blushed again, turning away from Dan and reaching into the rack to grab him a towel. "I'm not kidding. Get dressed!" he snarled, throwing the towel straight at the naked man's face. Dan catching the towel, unfolded it, and wrapped it around his waist, finally covering up and putting an end to the game they were playing.

Feeling like his teacher had scolded him, Dan mocked his anger and sarcastically replied, "Sorry, Mr Benton.". This statement caught Chris by complete surprise. 'Mr Benton', he repeated mentally, his face darkening and his body trembling. He growled back, "Don't call me that". Dan paused, pulling his briefs on, looked at Chris and could see the emotion radiating from his body. "Did I say something wrong?" Dan asked, concerned and confused.

Chris took a deep breath and sighed. He looked at Dan, his eyes ready to burst with tears, and said, "Please... don't ever call me that again.". Dan's heart broke hearing the pain in Chris' voice and had this desire to comfort him. Dan was about to speak, but Chris quickly interrupted, saying, "The key is in the front door. Let yourself out, and I'll lock up when I've finished cleaning in here."

Dan knew something was troubling Chris, and although he wanted nothing more than to hold him close, he decided to nod his understanding and finish putting the rest of his clothes on. He slipped into his shorts and pulled his shirt over his head. Finding a dry bench, he sat down and put a pair of socks on his feet. Pausing momentarily, Dan looked at Chris, who had turned his back to him and was facing into his staff locker. Dan's heart was being torn in two, watching Chris suffer like this.

Slipping into his shoes, Dan quickly tied his laces and threw his workout gear into his duffle bag. He put the strap over his shoulder and walked over to Chris to check on him one last time.

Hearing Dan's footsteps nearing him, he sputtered, voice cracking, "Please go." Dan, not wanting to make Chris feel any worse, stepped back and said, "See you tomorrow.". Chris sniffled and responded, 'Yeah, see you then.". Dan said nothing further, and Chris listened as his steps started to sound further away.

'Ten years on, and he still triggers you.' Chris thought, referring to his father with whom he has an estranged relationship. Chris lifted his hand and wiped the tears from his cheek. As he did, he heard the front door to the gym open and close. 'At least he is out of my hair now.' Chris thought with a sigh.

Looking around the locker room, Chris realized that he would have to mop and bleach down the stalls before he could leave. If he didn't, the place would stink up overnight, and he'd hear about it from the gym members and his manager. 'Thanks, Dan.' Chris thought bitterly, blaming the alpha for holding him back even later than he already had been. Just as he thought of Dan, he noticed his wet towel ungracefully left on the floor by the locker he'd been using. 'Come on, man!' he screamed in his mind. Stopping over to collect the discarded item, Chris sighed and said aloud, "There used towel basket is right there!" and gestured towards the corner.

Reaching down and picking up the towel, Chris, without thinking, pulled it straight to his face and took a deep inhale of the wet scent. He could smell the musk of alpha manhood, and it was strangely sweet. He continued to stand there with the towel, breathing in the intoxicating aroma. "Why does it smell so good?" he asked himself aloud.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar and rough voice brought Chris back from his trance, saying, "What do we have here?". Chris looked up and saw two burly, overweight men standing in the doorway to the locker room. "W-who are you?!" Chris stuttered partially, frightened by the sudden appearance of these strangers.

The intruders shared a look and smirked. The larger of the two, wearing all black and his face partially obscured by an oversized hoody, started inching closer to Chris. Chris, unsure of what to do, slowly retreated backwards, finding himself pressed against the wall with nowhere to escape. "Look, we don't want to hurt you, ok?"

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To be continued.