Gym Boys (15 page)

“How do you know I'm a nice guy?”

“You want to take me out for coffee, instead of offering me your dick as consolation for my breakup.” He shakes my hand. I want to throw up. “I'm Tai.”

“Unlikely,” I counter.

“It's short for Taisan.”

“I'm Pakon.”

“Laos?”

“Thai.”

“Japanese.”

I smile. “I know.”

“Is my sword showing?”

Bless his heart; he's not trying to be cute. I'm assuming he means a Japanese short sword, unlike the long sword I've seen between his legs.

“I'm good with accents,” I tell him. “Do you want to work out together? I'm on the edge as it is, and you need a second pair of eyes.”

“On the edge?”

“I don't like the gym. A partner would help me stick with my workouts.”

“Sure.” Tai smiles at me. “You can keep me from melting away to nothing.”

“It will be my pleasure.”

He gives me a knowing look, and we exchange numbers. I tell myself he'll back out, but he doesn't. We meet up four times a week, one more than I would on my own. There's no flirting, at least not on his end, but over time I realize I really do like him. The inside, I mean. He's funny, and really smart. And his ass is amazing.

Despite the lack of coy looks or come-hither glances, I refuse to give up hope. And whenever I'm sure I'm in the friend zone, I get little hints that all is not down the shitter. Like when Tai tells me his STD check came back all clear, a sultry hint that he might soon be on the market. Juice Barista agrees with me. I'm not one to gossip, but Tai leaves before I do and way before my boner goes down, so drinking something terrible is like a cold shower. I don't specifically mention the STD of course, just like I don't tell Barista how much his drinks suck.

“He likes you,” Barista said. “He likes you a lot.”

“I hope so.”

“I see how he looks at you, all hearts and rainbows.”

“Can you make that gayer? I almost thought about boobs for a second there.”

“Listen to me; he broke up with a rotten guy. It will be a while before he wants to date someone like you.”

“Like me?”

“Oh love,” Barista sighs. “I know you think you're a bad boy, with the motorcycle and the almost beard I keep telling you to shave, but you're adorable. You're the kind of guy that gets stuck in the friend zone so fast your dick gets whiplash.”

“Your apologies suck. And I know all about the zone. The zone can kiss my ass.”

“Not a bad idea.”

“What?”

“Sucking. Ass kissing. The boy is in pain, maybe he needs some stress relief.”

“And that will make him go out with me?”

“Go out with you, that's precious.”

“Go to hell.” I stick my tongue out.

“That's the spirit! But don't forget to work the balls.”

The next day, in front of me, Barista takes Tai aside and asks if he's ready to get back on the bull. I drag Tai away and shoot daggers at the guy who will no longer be getting tips from me.

“Does he mean what I think?” Tai asks.

“He's not known for being subtle.”

“You know, your friends are always smiling at me.”

I want to crawl into a hole. “They just smile, right?”

“No. At least once a week one of them tells me what a great guy you are. Usually at the urinal.”

“Great.”

I'm touched, in a way that makes me want to personally kill every one of them. I should mention that my gym is popular with mature gay men. Hairy-chested, muscled, bearded guys who treat me like a baby brother. There's no sexual tension. I'm way too hairless they tell me, which is good since more than a few of them could snap me like a cheap plastic toy, which makes the whole killing them thing more difficult.

“They said you have excellent hygiene,” Tai says. “And your dick is cut but very responsive.”

“Did they talk about my asshole, too?”

“No, but they mentioned what you want to do to mine.”

“I never said anything about yours!”

“So you aren't a top?”

“Of course I'm a top!” I yell, loud enough for people to hear. I hate my friends. I hope they all get anal warts.

My hatred grows as they continue to promote me through the month. Tai lets me know the most embarrassing reports. How I can shoot really far, which isn't true and if it is who cares? How I'm generous with my tongue, which is true. Then they start outright lying. I love being spanked, they tell him. I wear women's panties and need to be called a nasty schoolgirl. Perhaps out of pity, Tai softens and our workouts become more intimate. We flirt, and joke around a lot. Soon I'm the one getting looks from my gym friends. I get the feeling that if I ever do get to sleep with Tai, I'm going to be expected to hang the semen-stained sheet from my window.

When they run out of shit to say, they cut to the chase. Which is to say, they send the representative bear. Rick corners me in the shower, just as I'm about to wash my crack. He was the first to adopt me when I started at the gym, and always took a very personal interest in my love life. He said it was every older gay man's duty to pick a young man who needed him and help the youth be all he could be.

“Dude, you have to seal the deal.”

“I'm glad my sex life is so interesting to you. Makes me wonder about yours.”

“First, you have no sex life, so it can't be interesting.” Rick lathers shampoo into his beard then tilts his head back to let the shower wash it out. “Secondly, my sex life would scorch your foreskin off.”

“Don't have one,” I say. “But nice to know you don't look at me like a cheap piece of steak.”

“I'm being colorful, you prick. You think I haven't looked at your cock and balls? I have. Nothing to write home, but nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Mr. Rick, are you trying to seduce me?”

“He has an ex, right?”

“Don't we all? No wait, you have to date for that.”

“Will you shut up and listen? He broke up not long ago; he could still wind up with the guy. If you want him, you have to claim him.”

“He hates his ex. And I'm not peeing on him.”

“They all say that! Were you born gay yesterday? And who said anything about peeing?”

“Look, I want to. But he's delicate, and I don't want to scare him off.”

“Delicate my left nut. Get his pants off, drop to your knees, make him forget he ever dated the other douche.”

“You are such a cutie,” I coo. “How is it you aren't married already?”

“Don't ask me,” Rick looks down and shakes his substantial cock. “Ask him.”

I get on my knees and give his dick a stern look.

“Mr. Wang. Have you been giving Rick trouble?”

“Yes, I have,” Rick's meat admits. “Bring me a hairy cub to suck the naughty out of me!”

I laugh so hard I nearly slip and break my ass bone. Rick leaves me to my shower and joins the other burly guys in the locker room. Knowing them, they won't be getting dressed anytime soon. It's a parade of cocks in there, a sacred tradition of any good gay gym. Why wait to be old, like straight boys do, when you can parade your junk around during the prime of your life? I brush off Rick's advice, and go back to my asscrack. What did he know about lasting love, anyway? This was the guy who said never eat breakfast with someone who's had your dick in his hole.

My confidence doesn't last, and Rick's words get to me. Rick could be right; Tai could be in love with his ex. People make stupid decisions all the time. I've never seen the guy, so it's easy to imagine him as everything I'm not. Ripped, tall, a glowering hunk of pure sex. If Tai doesn't take me up on a coffee date soon, I'm going to start thinking the worst. Maybe I should suck his cock, everyone likes his cock sucked.

I knew I did, though I haven't had the pleasure since I found out Tai was available. Nor have I had anything else, at least not from a hand that wasn't my own, since I don't want Tai to find out and think I've moved on. Meanwhile my friends are all happy with their sex lives, and it's starting to piss me off. There's Rick, the stud who has men lining up to bask in his musk. The three musketeers Bill, Anton and Sean, a trio in the gym and the bedroom. They even owned a house together, with the biggest bed I've ever seen. I passed out in it once, at a party, and woke up surrounded by snoring bears. It was like being in a fur womb.

What the hell is wrong with me that I'm struggling to get one guy? Maybe I smell when I work out. Maybe that time I thought Tai didn't notice me fart he actually did. I'm not ugly. I'm not boring. I am, however, turning into a neurotic old woman worrying what Tai thinks of me. No gay man wants to fuck an old woman. The next night I go to the gym early, and towel up for a preemptive shower. When Tai gets there, I assure myself, I will only smell of manhood, cock and sexy, superclean balls.

He must have come in right after me. The gym showers are tucked away from the locker room at an angle; you can't see anything beyond the corner. But you can hear plenty. Tai isn't alone. He's arguing with someone, it doesn't take me long to figure out who and why.

“What do you think you're accomplishing?” Tai demands. “I don't want to see you. Stalking me isn't going to change anything!”

“I'm not stalking; I bought a day membership so I could talk to you!”

“We talked! Many times!”

“Maybe you need to listen!”

“I don't have to listen; I don't want to be with you!”

“I made a mistake, are you fucking perfect?”

“You didn't make a mistake. A mistake is an action. You are a man whore. A throbbing cock that never rests until it finds some stranger's ass to bareback!”

There's a slap, and I hurry out of the showers to see who got hit and find Tai with a palm print on his face, with a guy who looks like he was rejected from the Jersey Shore for being too much of a douche. I grab Jersey douche by the shirt, and drag him behind me back to the shower. He loses his footing, and stumbles to reclaim it in time to get thrown against the shower wall and blasted with cold water. I pull his pants down, underwear too, and slap his ass so hard I'm surprised the skin doesn't break. I wrench the shirt over his head, bend him over, and slap him again. Tai stays at the corner of my vision and, based on the peek I get, shock is too vanilla a word for what he's feeling. I'm about to pull his ex's head up, punch him in the nose and call it a night, when my friends come around the corner. They gently wind their way around Tai to line up a few feet behind his ex.

“So?” Rick asks. “You boys going to fight or what?”

Bill and Anton wave, they're the gentlemen of their little group, and Tai's ex shrieks as I tackle him to the shower floor. I've taken Judo since I had hair on my nuts, the start of my feelings for Japanese men, and while I was never a champion I can clean up the place with a guy like this. He has no moves, no fighting background. I forget that Tai is nearby, all I remember is the mark on his face and who put it there. I wrench the ex's arm behind his back and punch him in the stomach. He belches, loudly, and I recoil.

“God, do you live on kale shakes or something?” I ask.

He goes for my legs; I flip him into the air and watch him slam into the ground. He lumbers to his feet, red faced and calling me every nasty name in the book.

“Hey,” Rick yells, “he's hard!”

I look down and see an erection I could run a flag up. I smack it, and precum flows out like lava. The ex has a funny look in his eyes; with a flash his hands are on my dick tugging it toward his open mouth. The bears sweep in, and Bill and Sean grab his arms and Anton takes his legs.

“Now that isn't nice,” Rick says. “You think my baby boy here wants to waste his dick on someone like you?”

Bill and Sean get Tai's ex onto his knees. Rick pulls out his cock, which emerges from its foreskin like a purple snake. The ex takes it without any prompting, sucks it down to the hilt. As Rick face-fucks him, Sean and Bill spread his legs so Anton can appear between them, condom on and cock ready to roll. He fingers lube into Tai's ex, who makes a sound like a cow in heat.

“He's been a bad boy,” Rick says. “I think he needs his piggy poked!”

“Happy to.”

Anton grips the guy's ass like he's about to break it open. I always knew he was a people pleaser. I watch him shove his cock in, high-fiving Rick as he does. Tai's ex drools; his eyes roll to the back of his head.

A hand touches my back and I nearly scream bloody murder. It's Tai, the red mark on his face faded to pink. I can hear suction sounds as his ex rides Anton's dick, sucking the cream out of Rick's on the backhand stroke.

“Umm, can I tell you something?” Tai asks.

“Sure.”

“I think it's too late for coffee.”

I'm crushed. But I understand, or think I do until Tai grabs me, cups my ass, and sends his tongue on a rescue mission into my mouth. I'm pried apart, fondled, slowly walked away from the minor orgy in the shower and into the locker room. I can still hear plenty: Anton is coming and Bill wants to go next.

“No way,” Rick shouts. “After you fuck him his hole will be too wide for the rest of us!”

Tai lets go of my ass. He takes off his clothes. I make a mewling sound like a lost kitty. My cock looks up at me like I've lost my mind.
Man up
, it says.
It's show time
.

“Condoms?” Tai asks.

“In my locker.”

Tai takes the condom I hand him, tears the wrapper open and pops the latex into his mouth. My dick follows, and I feel the latex sheath unroll to the base of my shaft. Tai reclines along the bench, naked and ready. A dollop of lube and his legs are over my shoulder. Rick is letting everyone know he's about to come, that he's going to drown “the little bitch” with his spunk. Sean warns him that the hole is tight, that Tai's ex must be a greedy little top who needs a daddy to teach him better. The air is full of romance.