Consent
"Dude," he said, "I'm straight."
"He" was Mike, we'd met in a chat room and hit it off. It was a fitness chat room, guys would meet to discuss work out plans, plateau resolutions, diet, supplements and just anything fitness related. He lived close to me, and we even worked out at the same gym from time to time, it turned out. After a few weeks of back and forth we met for coffee and there was something there. You know that feeling, there's an instant connection, heat, just something in his eyes, his scent and you know it will be hot. The conversation flowed easily. There was lots of laughter, some touching, hands brushing against each other on the small café table. At one point his hand rested on my forearm. It was electric.
Nothing happened that afternoon, just a new friend that was a good connection.
One thing. One solo little thing, his profile on the chat room indicated that he was straight.
Now, I'm not one of those gay guys that fantasizes about turning a straight guy, I mean if they're sleeping with me or open to sleeping with me, they're not straight, right? Doesn't matter how they identify. Anyway, I got a vibe from him, but he said he was straight and until/unless he was sucking my dick, I'm going to believe that.
After a few coffee meetups, we decided to work out together and met on Saturday morning at the gym. We both drove and when I arrived, I saw him just getting out of his car, he was already dressed for the gym but grabbed a bag out of the back. I parked beside him, said hello and we shook hands. I, maybe, held on a little longer than was necessary.
I wasn't dressed for the gym, so I headed into the locker room to change, and he followed me, we took lockers that were side by side and I stripped down to my jock, unpacked my gear and dressed. He opened his bag and pulled out his supplements and a shaker and headed to the water fountain for some water. By the time he was back, I was dressed, my own drink was prepared at home and we walked out to the floor both shaking our bottles.
The work out was great. He's a good partner, he knew when to push and when to hold back, and I hoped I did justice to him as a partner. We were both drenched by the time we finished so I guess so.
"I need a shower, then I think I'm gonna sit in the sauna for a bit. Do you have time?" I asked.
"I do, maybe we can grab a bite after," Mike replied.
"Oh," I answered, "A bite of what?"
I looked at him with an innocent smile on my face.
"Dude," was his reply. Mike is the kind of bro that says DUDE. I didn't mind.
This gym provides a towel service, we dropped our very wet bench towels into the laundry baskets and picked up a couple of fresh towels - and headed to our lockers. We both stripped and I can I say Mike is gorgeous. About 6'1", covered in dense fur. Average cut dick that hangs nicely at about 3.5 inches over a set of low hangers that I want in my mouth whenever I see them. I didn't find any of that out this day, it was sometime later.
Me, in comparison, I'm about 5'8", have the slightest belly but I have a mesomorph body: broad strong shoulders over a massive chest, thick muscular legs, both calves and thighs.
I'm not shy in the locker room, and I simply stripped down, flipped both towels over my shoulder and headed to the showers. Mike is a towel dancer, however, and got down to his underwear and wrapped a towel around his waist before dropping them. I rinsed off and then headed into the sauna. Mike joined me a few minutes later, wet towel around his waist, dry one around his neck.
It's a small sauna, two levels of bench and if full would hold at most 8 people but more comfortably four on the upper bench was the norm. On this day I was in there alone when Mike joined me. He sat close but not right beside me. There was a small gap between us. There would be no accidental touching for our Mike.
We chatted about the work out and our lunch - where to go, what we felt like and as we chatted two other guys came in. Mike scooted over the wall, and I scooted beside him, my leg brushing his as we shifted. That strong furry leg tickled me as it brushed against my own leg. The two other guys took the rest of the upper deck. We continued to talk, and I thought maybe, just maybe I saw a bounce or movement under Mike's towel.
We spent another 20 minutes or so in the heat then we both stood to go rinse off. The other two guys in there with us were getting a little frisky. There was some groping, and I could see Mike reacting to that as well. However, the other guys left before they got too involved and I scooted away from Mike. It was just after that the we also stepped out. In one of the six shower stalls I could see two sets of feet, so they'd continued their play, it seems. Mike walked back to his locker, I asked him where he was going, and he said to get a clean pair of undies. I didn't wait but stepped into my shower. This location has individual stalls with doors, no group showers or free shows. The pair next to me got a bit loud but the top must have been a minute man as they were done quick and gone, even before Mike got back with his underwear.
I was back at the locker and taking my time getting dressed, sitting naked on the bench when Mike returned, grey Calvin trunks hugging his ass.
We both finished dressing and headed out to lunch.
We met again the following Saturday and Sunday - Monday to Friday we both work out near our offices but he's at this location weekends, as am I.
We continued like that for a few weeks then he was heading out with friends on a Friday night for drinks, some pool and maybe some good trouble, was how Mike phrased it as he invited me to come along. Intrigued I agreed and headed downtown to meet him and his friends after work on Friday.
He had a good group of friends and, while I absolutely suck at pool, I had fun. Beer flowed (ordered by the pitcher) and we went until almost closing. Mike's friends drifted off one by one until it was just the two of us.
Mike was well into his cups. He wasn't stable and I told him I'd help him get home, we called an uber and wobbly Mike leaned against me as we waited. His body was warm against mine. He was talkative and told me I was so good looking and that he admired my body while we worked out. His hand had started mid back but was on my ass by the time the uber arrived.
I put him in the uber, but wasn't planning on going home with him, just get him in the car and on the way but he pulled me in with him.
"You have to come home with me," he said.
"Mike, you don't need me to come home with you."
"I do. You have to help me get home. You said you'd help me."
I gave in and the uber took us back to Mike's place. He lived in a nice area, not too far from my own place. It was a small building only 11 units across three floors. Mike was on the top. We got out of the uber and he leaned against me again, hand on my ass right away this time. The uber driver pulled away leaving us alone in the night. With Mike's hand on my ass, my cock was responding. But I was being responsible. I led him down the walkway to the building's front door, used his fob to open it then climbed the stairs. On the second floor landing he tried to kiss me. It was sloppy and he mostly missed my mouth, but it took me aback.
I got him to the third floor, and we opened his door. He pulled me in with him. I closed the door and plopped him on the sofa. Then went to grab some water. I was gone maybe a couple of minutes - had to find which cupboard held the glasses but when I got back, he was naked. Beautiful furry body, his soft cock nestled in his large balls. He was also asleep.
I shook him gently then got him to his feet and led him to his bedroom and dropped him onto his bed - it hadn't been made, but as I tried to lay him down, he wrapped an arm around my neck and pulled me down with him. He held me tight and was out cold again. This time I couldn't wake him. I lay for a few minutes debating what to do, in the end, I kicked my shoes off and went to sleep.
