In the days and weeks that followed, I continued to frequent the gym, but just on a completely different schedule. I didn't know if I enjoyed what had happened or not... scratch that, I knew I had enjoyed it, I just didn't know if I wanted a repeat performance or not.
On a number of occasions, I would find myself thinking back on our encounter while sitting in the sauna, at my desk, or while showering, and it would lead to some of the best self-induced orgasms I had ever had. I even started walking to and from the shower with the towel over my shoulder instead of around my waist. I guess Jeff had brought out an exhibitionist side out of me that I wasn't fully aware existed.
Then one Friday evening, while sitting and watching television... we had finished our dinner, and Lindsay was reading in the bedroom... my phone vibrated with the arrival of a text message. It was from a number I hadn't had saved in my phone, and it read "Do you miss it?"
I replied back "Miss what? I think you have the wrong number..."
Suddenly a photo arrived of a man's crotch, in white silky looking boxer shorts, popped up on my screen. My first reaction was to hide the screen, but then I looked longer at the image. The thickness of his member allowed for an appealing outline in the garment. I knew it was him.
My own dick started to swell as memories darted back through my mind. My heart started beating faster... but how did he get my number?
"Hey Jeff... How did you get my number?" I sent.
"You answer me first boy... do you miss it?" He replied.
"Um... I've thought about it a few times."
"DO YOU MISS IT?"
"Yes, I miss it. I don't know if I would do it again, but I've thought about it a lot." I really didn't want to say that, or give in that easily, but he held some control over me.
"Good boy. I knew you did. I knew you loved it. I know you need more. Are you getting hard right now?"
"Um... I'm just watching TV... Lindsay is home..."
"ARE YOU HARD RIGHT NOW BOY?" he replied strictly.
"Yes Sir, my dick is getting stiff the more we talk about what happened."
"Good. Meet me at the gym for a workout tomorrow at 4pm. Understood boy?"
"Yes Sir. I'll see you there Sir."
And he was gone. He never answered my question. But just then Lindsay came through the room to refill her tea, and asked whom I had been messaging... I guess she saw me staring at my phone. I told her Jeff from the gym had just gotten in touch with me, and wanted to see if I was interested in working out together tomorrow. Her reply made my heart sink, as she said "Oh Jeff! Ya, he said you two had been spotting each other lately, but that he hadn't seen you in a few days... I gave him your number so he could get in touch. You don't mind do you honey?"
"No no, not at all. Jeff is a good guy. We're gonna hook up errr... I mean, to work out tomorrow afternoon, if that's alright?"
"Of course" She said, "I'm meeting up with my sister to do some shopping. Feel free to grab dinner with him or something too if you want... I'll probably grab something at the mall."
So it was set then. That night I didn't sleep much, and was up early the next morning. I took care of a few chores that I had been neglecting, and organized my drawers, and then waited... I waited for a good two hours with not much to do. When it was finally time to leave, I packed up and headed out the door. My mind racing with all sorts of thoughts about what might happen. What exercises we would do, and would he embarrass me on the gym floor? Or just wait until the locker room again.
Before I knew it, I was standing in front of a locker, and undressing. I had my gym clothes all laid out, and was standing in my boxers, hanging my pants in the locker. As I leaned away from the door to start pulling my shorts on, Jeff walked in. He was wearing his gym gear, and was covered in sweat.
"Hey buddy! How's your weekend going?" He asked, as though we had bumped into each other randomly.
"Good... um... you just finishing up, or..?" I replied hesitantly. Wondering if I had imagined the entire exchange from the night before.
There were a few guys moving around the locker room, but no one seemed to be paying much attention to us.
"Ya, just finished a good session, gonna hit the steam room for a bit. Why don't you join me?" He said it so nonchalantly, that I was almost fully convinced that I was losing it.
"I thought we were gonna work out?"
"Ya, I did... freed up some time, and came earlier... early bird gets the worm and all that. You want the worm don't you?"
I went beet red, and just stood there looking at him. As I did, another gym friend stopped in to say hi hellos, and asked if we were coming or going. Before I could answer, Jeff stepped in. "I just finished a solid workout, but Mark here just came by for a steam, didn't ya buddy?"
"Yes Sir... sure did... the um... the old backs been acting up again..."
With that, the guy moved on, but was still close enough to hear Jeff say "and don't forget your towel this time!" As he winked at me.
He then started to undress, and I went into a bit of a trance. I packed my gym clothes into my locker, and pulled my boxers off too. Wrapped a towel around my waist, and turned back to Jeff. He was also fully nude, with only a towel on. He turned and made his way to the steam room, and I followed. I couldn't help but feel a touch of regret for having missed out on a chance to see his cock again as he changed out of his clothes...
When we entered the steam room, there were already 3 guys in there. He moved towards the sensor to poor some water on it, and I found a seat on the bench, hoping to get a view as he opened his towel again at my eye level. But he didn't. I opened my towel as I had always done, and he moved and sat across from me. I couldn't figure out what was happening, until he sat and shifted his towel so that his cock was hanging free between his swollen thighs. The other guys were already deep into a conversation, and Jeff and I casually joined them. Whenever I could, I'd steal glances at Jeff's crotch. His shaft was dripping sweat, and I just wanted to crawl over and lick him clean. He'd even occasionally reach down and give himself a wiggle... pretending to massage a sore muscle or whatever so that the others didn't catch on. With every wiggle his cock stretched longer and grew thicker. As a result, mine did the same, but on a much smaller scale. I don't know what was happening to me, but he had seduced me. He had taken control of my want and desire. I needed him. I needed his cock, his juices, and his power!
Shortly after, the three men made their exit. Almost on cue with the door closing, Jeff stood, took a few steps towards me while holding his towel on, and put one foot up on the bench beside me. He then just stared down on me with a "Get to work slave" look in his eyes.
And I did. My face drove forward hungrily as my hands worked to shift his towel out of the way. I kissed his semi flaccid cock, and licked it, and squeezed it with my hand while licking his balls... I got excited when it started to grow, and felt proud when it reached full attention in my mouth.
Without warning, he pulled himself out, and backed up a few inches so that it was just out of reach of my mouth, and he then proceeded to slap me across the face with it a few times while laughing.
He then moved back to the bench, and sat back in his spot. I couldn't believe it. He took away my toy! He took away the thing that I wanted more than anything in the world! I was addicted to his cock, and wanted to worship it night and day. I licked my lips searching for more of his flavour... for more of his sent!