Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Pulling into the parking lot of the gym, sitting in the passenger's seat of my father's car, I couldn't help but wish that the two of us were back home. Not only did I still want to be in my parents' bed, snuggled-up against Dad's naked body, but I also had a lot on my mind. The epiphany that I might be falling in love with my own father was definitely giving my brain a mental workout. I felt like I needed time to sort out what was really going on. I wasn't about to pass up the chance to spend time with Dad outside the bedroom, though. And it would be good to see Jim, too. Not only were my father and Jim close friends at work, but my parents used to socialize with Jim and his late wife, Audrey, quite a bit. I remember spending many an evening accompanying Mom and Dad to their house for dinner or some other function. Or, Jim and Audrey would come to our house. They had never had any kids of their own. I used to think that they thought of me as a surrogate child, given how close they were with my parents. Whatever they may have thought of me, I enjoyed spending time at their house. Because of how cool and fun they were, I always thought they would've made great parents and wondered why they never had any children.
During one of my all too infrequent calls home a few years back, Mom told me that Audrey, who had not been well for some time, had been diagnosed with lymphoma, and given only a few months to live. Shortly thereafter, Jim retired from the accounting firm so he could spend time with her and take care of her. It's been nearly two years since she died and I hadn't heard any mention of what Jim was doing with himself.
As Dad parked the car, I turned to him and asked, "Dad, what's Jim been up to lately? I haven't heard you mention him since I moved back home."
"He's been doing some part-time consulting to keep himself busy. Other than that, I think he splits his time between the golf course, the tennis court, and the gym. He's always telling me that he doesn't know how he ever found time to work!"
I had to laugh at that. "But otherwise, he's okay? It must have been rough for him after Audrey passed."
"I know he misses her, but I think he's made peace with the fact that she's in a better place. Besides, I don't know that he has much time to grieve anymore. He's always going around with new friends that he makes...playing a few sets of tennis with this guy and hitting the links with that guy or two. You know... At work, Jim always used to keep to himself. Now, it seems like he's always making new friends."
Hmmm... Jim always hanging out with a new guy? For some reason, my "spidey senses" started tingling. Could Jim be gay and Dad was just too naive to see it?
"Why don't we go inside? It looks like Jim's already here. I see his car." We walked into the gym and, while Dad checked in at the front desk and made arrangements for me to have a guest pass for the day, I scanned the gym floor. Yes, there was definitely a lot of nice eye candy to check out. Oh, and the workout equipment looked okay too.
It was then that I noticed Jim walking toward me. In the face, he hadn't changed a bit. He was still every bit as good-looking as a remembered him. His hair was an auburn brown color. But from the neck down, Jim was a radically different man then the guy I knew growing up. He always used to be slim and I don't remember him being particularly muscular. The man I saw walking toward me was built like he'd been working out for years. He wasn't overly muscled, like some of the guys you see when you go to a gym. But he definitely looked good. I found myself wondering what he looked like out of those clothes and hoping I'd get to find out later on in the locker room. Jim's voice snapped me out of my cruising mode.
"Harry! It's so good to see you, man! I'm really glad you decided to tag along with your dad!"
"Hi Jim! It's great to see you too!" I reached out to give him a handshake, but was greeted instead by his two arms wrapping around me. Instead of doing the typical man thing and holding my lower body out from his so that they wouldn't touch, I left my crotch exactly where it was. Surprisingly enough, Jim didn't do the typical man thing either. Yes, my spidey senses were definitely tingling. "How have you been doing?"
"I've been good. Been keeping myself pretty busy in retirement."
"I see that. You're in great shape!" I reached out and felt his upper arm and shoulder, feeling the tight muscles. It was at that point that my dad joined the two of us.
"Tim, good to see you!" Jim and Dad shook hands.
"Likewise, buddy!" Dad clasped his hand onto Jim's shoulder and I saw a brief expression cross Jim's face that I couldn't quite put my finger on. But I was determined to find out what Jim's story was before the afternoon was over. "So fellas, where should we start?
"Dad, Jim... If you don't mind, I think I'm just going to fly solo."
Jim seemed a little too pleased by that, or maybe it was just my imagination. "Are you sure, Harry?"
"Yeah. It's been a long time since I've worked out. I think I want to just stick with some low impact exercises. Besides, it's going to be hard for all three of us to work out near each other. The place is kind of busy."
"Okay, Son. We'll plan to stay for about an hour."
"Sure thing, Dad. Just let me know when you're ready to leave."
"Will do!"
As we parted ways, I could hear Dad and Jim already starting to catch up on what had happened in their lives since they last saw each other. Somehow, I figured the conversation probably wouldn't include phrases like "Ever since my wife died two years ago, I've been hooking up with random guys" or "For the past day and a half, Harry and I have been having sex almost non-stop."
I decided I would start working with the free weights and picked up a set up dumbbells that I thought would be the right size for someone who hadn't worked out in a while. I found a free bench nestled between two studly-looking men. I turned to the guy on my right - a well-toned man who looked to be around my own age - and said "Hello." It was only then that I realized he had mp3 headphones in and probably didn't even notice me. He glanced in my direction, grunted a quick "Hey" and then went back to doing his wrist curls. So much for being friendly at the gym...
Beyond the guy who had just given me the brush-off, I saw Dad and Jim at the other end of the gym. Dad was doing bent-over rows, using a barbell. Jim was standing behind him. To the untrained eye, it looked as if Jim was simply spotting Dad. But I followed where Jim's eyes were looking and he was unmistakably ogling my father's ass. Then, I noticed that Jim quickly licked his lips. That cinched it! I decided that not only was Jim gay - or at least into having sex with guys - but he was hot for my dad! Now, I could hardly blame him. Speaking as someone who had been hot for my dad for at least 15 years, I well understood Jim's attraction to my stud of a father. But I also felt a little pang of jealousy at the idea that someone else had the hots for him. There are those feelings again! Damn! I was almost certain I was falling for my dad. My jealousy over Jim's attraction to him was just another little confirmation of that. I needed to talk to Dad about this. I just didn't know when.
I needed to stop thinking about Jim, Dad, and what my feelings about this whole situation might be. It was definitely time to start actually working out. How was I ever going to concentrate on working out with all of these hot guys walking around? My eye caught a particularly sexy guy who looked to be in his 40s doing bench presses. My eyes were glued to his muscular arms as he brought the bar up and down, as well as the nicely formed bulge in his workout shorts. After he finished his set, he started walking around the bench to cool down between sets and he looked my way. I looked away quickly, nervous that he'd realize I had been staring at him. I saw the wedding band on his finger. This was my father's gym. I didn't want word to spread that Tim Morris' son was in here, checking out guys. Oh sure. It's expected that guys check each other out in a gym. But discretion is the key. Still, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be in bed with that married bench presser. "He can bench press me ANY time," I thought. God, that sounds like a line from a bad porn movie! It was then that a voice broke in and interrupted my thoughts.
"You know... If you need some help, I'd be willing to work with you for a little while." I turned at the sound of the voice. It was the guy to my left. Not the rude guy with the mp3 headphones on, but the guy on the other side of me.
"Pardon me?" I'd heard what he'd said as clear as day. But I wasn't sure why he decided that I needed any help whatsoever. I suppose there was a little bit of that macho 'I'm a man. I don't need any help working out' attitude creeping in.
"I'm sorry. I don't mean to imply that you need help. But you've been sitting there for five minutes without working out. I haven't seen you around here before. I thought maybe you were a new member. Plus, I notice you've been looking around the gym ever since you sat down. You shouldn't have to watch the form other guys use."
"Oh, I like watching other guys' form...er, I mean..." I know there's no such thing as someone actually dying of embarrassment. But I felt like it was about to happen to me. "I mean... I'm not a new member. I'm just here as a guest with my dad. He's a member." The guy smirked at me, reacting to my Freudian slip, I suppose.
"Oh. Too bad. Well, the offer of help still stands. I'm Rick, by the way."
He extended his hand to me.
"I'm Harry." I shook Rick's hand and looked him in the face again, this time to actually get a better look at him. He looked to be in his late 40s, but his hair had gone completely gray. He was wearing a tank top that showed off well-toned arms and what looked to be a nicely developed chest with little or no hair on it.
"Glad to meet you, Harry. By the way... I'm not some random guy who goes around, offering help to other gym patrons. I actually work here. I'm a personal trainer."
"Don't take this question the wrong way, Rick. But shouldn't you be working with a client instead of working out yourself?" This guy didn't know me and my sense of humor, so I winked at him and grinned to show him I was just teasing him. Was I flirting with this guy? If I was, I was almost certain he had started it. Don't ask me how offering assistance to me constituted as flirting. But it does.
