***This is part one in a series about a man, Andy, who forms a friendship with another man, Seth, at the gym. Seth slowly introduces Andy to a lifestyle of cuckolding, humiliation and bisexual activity. If these topics are not of interest to you, please do not read this story.***
At 35, I felt like I was starting over. While not one of the shock events that sent my life into a tailspin, what originally put things into motion was a small comment to my then-wife, Lisa.
"Hey babe, did you see they opened one of those new fancy gyms down the block? If you're interested in a membership I think that would be worth it."
A poor choice of words, to say the least. I wasn't insinuating that ONLY she get a gym membership. In complete honesty, I was far more in need of improvements to my body than Lisa was. And I knew it.
But, the damage was done. She could have just said "fuck you" and put me in the dog house for a while. What she did was far worse: she signed up for the gym.
For a while, I naively thought that my stupid comment had actually worked magic. She was going to the gym 7 days a week, and within just a few weeks her body was looking better than when we met in our mid 20's.
Things started going south, though, when 7 days wasn't enough. She was at the gym in the morning AND sometimes in the evening. And she was there for hours. Or so she said.
She became distant at home. Sex became intermittent, at most. I didn't pick up on it at the time, but she also had become very protective over her phone.
To close the gap, I decided to join the gym. What I would later find out, though, was that I was a few months too late.
One evening during one of her marathon gym sessions, I decided to show up and enroll. When the man behind the counter noticed my last name, he asked if I was related to Lisa. I said yes and things immediately became awkward. I won't go into the gory details, but let's just say Lisa wasn't at the gym that night. Or most nights. But she was with someone she met at the gym.
Things started to fall apart that night. And it was only a few hours into our fighting that I realized things were unsalvageable: she was apologizing for how I found out, not for what happened.
It was over.
A few weeks later I was in a one bedroom apartment, by myself. My budget was being crushed by the costs of divorce attorneys. Some of my male friends provided initial comfort but quickly retreated to their wives and kids. I was alone.
Moments like these force people to make drastic changes. For me, my previously passive interest in losing weight became a fire inside me. Not least because it took my wife no more than a few weeks to find that the kind of men around her at the gym were far more appealing to her than I was.
I was going to turn myself into one of those men.
So I joined a gym.
I had moved to a different part of town so I knew this gym would not be attended by Lisa. I forked out as much as my budget would allow to get myself into a stellar gym, and immediately I knew it was well worth it based on the physiques of the other members. It was going to take some time for me to fit in, but I was committed to putting that time in. It's not like I had anything better to do.
I was pleasantly surprised by how welcoming everyone was. I was at first intimidated by the body types of the men and women at this gym - they were so far from my type. But I soon learned that many of them had been like me at one point: 20+ pounds overweight and committed to changing that. Soon, I noticed a small community existed at the gym, and I began making friends, much to my delight.
The gym had more men than women, and the locker room had a strong fraternal vibe going on, so most of my new friends were men. There were two women, however, that seemed to have gym schedules that consistently overlapped with mine. Veronika and Ivy were around my age, and both married. Both were extremely attractive. Veronika was slim and lithe, with blonde hair that fell past her shoulders and an angular, model-like face. Ivy was asian, no more than 5'4, and a little more built than Veronika, with nice perky tits. They were consistently distracting in their high end athleisure wear.
It was only after my first week at the gym that Veronika and Ivy invited me to their post-gym coffee date. I was grateful, and we hit it off. Despite the fact that I was divorced, my former life as a married man made it easy for me to relate to their topics of conversation.
If there's an age where people grow out of gossip, I don't know when it is. Veronika and Ivy loved gossiping about other members of the gym. I was grateful that my divorce had not unfolded during my time as a member there.
The gossip was helpful, however, in learning who was who in the gym. There was Evelyn, the youngest member of the gym's social scene, who was training for her first triathlon. There was Rose, an older woman who worked out just as hard as the women in their 20's. There was Ankit, a successful tech entrepreneur who's relatability disguised his massive wealth. I was the recent divorcee, of course.
And then there was Seth. Seth practically lived at the gym, and it showed. In his late 20's and in peak physical form, he was what everyone else aspired to in terms of gym success stories. He seemed to know everyone, and was well liked. In the locker room he would hold court like he owned the place, cracking jokes and busting balls. He had one of those personalities that made people want to be noticed and liked by him. For me, in particular, I was eager to be the recipient of some of the casual workout advice he offered to people. But I hadn't made inroads with him yet other than a casual nod here and there.
It turned out that Seth's reputation went beyond his gym prowess. And to my surprise, I first got wind of it from Veronika and Ivy.
In retrospect, I shouldn't have been surprised. Seth was incredibly fit, objectively good looking, and confident. Also, because some people have all the luck, I couldn't help but notice that he liked to spend an inordinate amount of time fully nude in the locker room, and he had a very impressive-looking cock. My only hope to still have faith that life was somewhat fair was that he was a shower and not a grower. But completely flaccid, he was both thicker and longer than me, and he proudly let it swing between his legs while hanging out in the locker room.
Of course, there was no way for Veronika and Ivy to have known that last part. Or so I thought.
The first sign that there was more to Seth's reputation came out during one of my coffee dates with Veronika and Ivy, where we were discussing our respective locker room vibes. Veronika and Ivy started by talking about who liked to show off in the women's locker room, who gossiped the most, who had hidden tattoos, etc. They then asked for the down low on the men's locker room.
Before I could even say anything, Veronika blurted out "It pisses me off how much nicer your showers are than ours."
I gave her a strange look. "You've used the men's showers?"
She blushed and shot a look to Ivy, who pretended not to notice.
"Uh I mean, yea the women's locker room was under construction for a while so they let us use the men's in shifts."
"Weird," I said. Didn't seem to make sense. Before I could ask further Ivy said "Who cares about the showers, tell us the gossip."
Without really thinking about it, I immediately said "Well, Seth pretty much dominates the locker room."
Without batting an eye, Ivy immediately said, slightly under her breath but not really, "Don't we know it." Ivy and Veronika then exchanged a knowing look and broke into laughter.
I sat there awkwardly.
"What?" I asked.
"Shhhh! Ivy!" Veronika scolded Ivy and gave her a stern look.
"Sorry, sorry, nothing," Ivy was still laughing.
"You two are such gossips," I said teasingly.
"This is no secret," Ivy shot back.
"IVY!" Veronika said more loudly. "Seriously." She seemed legitimately mortified.
"Sorry," Ivy said. "It's seriously nothing, Andy. I'm just being stupid. Go on."
"Haha, okkkk," I said awkwardly. "Well, what I meant was just like, Seth just kind of struts around naked, like he owns the locker room."
With that, Ivy reacted immediately again, this time softly humming "ohh my gooddddd," and with that Veronika choked on her coffee and spit some out all over herself. Ivy started cracking up, and Veronika got up and walked away to clean herself up. Ivy couldn't stop laughing.
"Ok seriously, so what's the joke?" I asked. "Guys do walk around naked in the locker room, I know it's weird."
