The discord was invite only. I logged into 'principi d'oro del nord' at 9 Saturday night.
It was dead. One person online that ended up being Leo. We chatted for a bit about home lives. He found it interesting that I was married, since I seemed, 'pretty talented'.
"Well, someone's gotta be kick-ass in bed. That's her, I'm just decent." I wrote, laughing to myself.
Devon came on around midnight, "Had to get Harper to bed, sorry."
He gave me the address for his gym. "Your gym?" I asked.
"Yeah, I own it. We have fun times there. See you in the morning." He signed out.
We were going to meet up there at 7am.
I got up the next morning at 5 and went through a very, very rigorous cleaning ritual. It'd been working for the last few days, so I had a bit of confidence.
The place was nice, as far as gyms go. Not one of those chain places and not a kinda hole in the wall either.
There were three cars when I got there. The Buick Regal, a minivan, and I parked the rental next to a Ford pickup at just after seven.
I'd been told to walk around the building and come in the side entrance, which would be open. Following these instructions led me into a low-lit hallway that ended in a weight room.
Leo sat on one of the weight benches. He was wearing a pair of shorts and T-shirt and looked like he'd been working out...a lot.
Devon was coming around with a water bottle towards where we were. He was naked.
Understand that when I point out that he's built like a bodybuilder, it's an appreciation of his effort. I'm not saying I prefer it over any other body type. I enjoy getting together with guys no matter what their body size or shape. Just hygiene...which, based on my particular kink seems somewhat hypocritical. It's actually a commonplace thing among guys with this 'particular' kink.
He was coated in sweat. "Hey Joe!" He said, paused a second then laughed, "Jimi Hendrix, alright!"
He looked around, "Want to get a workout in before we retire to the showers?"
I started to say, 'I don't have workout clothes...' then just shrugged, "Can I grab a towel to wipe stuff down?"
He reached into a cabinet and threw me a tightly rolled item, "Don't stress it too much. I'll be deep cleaning everything before open."
I understand that our ancestors ran across the land naked, but a treadmill nude? An elliptical? I thought I was gonna beat myself silly.
Finally I just did some arm and back stuff. Free weights and a pull down.
During my brief workout Devon worked with Leo. It seemed like Leo was having a hard time with it all around, not just physically...he's a big guy...but also psychologically, constantly saying he couldn't or he can't.
Devon was patient, gracious, supportive. Frequently when you see people like that there's this air of...I don't know...a facade? Superiority? Devon showed none of that. He came across legitimately concerned for Leo, psychologically invested.
When Leo went to the showers I said, "You have a way with Leo. It's nice to watch."
"Hey man, everyone deals with their demons. I worry for Leo. He was told by his doctor that if he didn't lose weight it was going to kill him. He's down 40, but he needs a lot more if he wants to see his kids grow up." Devon looked almost like there was a tear in his eye.
He smiled as he glanced back at me, "If you can carry weight, not kill yourself and be happy in your life, hey man, that's a beautiful thing and I'd never ask you to change."
"Leo comes in on Sunday, Wednesday and Friday. Always mornings because he's self conscious about people seeing him. I'd be in here anyway so it's all good." His smile grew.
I asked about his own physique, commenting that he looked amazing. "Glad you appreciate it! Honestly, it was just a hobby back in the day. I grew up super poor in Puerto Rico and didn't have any kind of outlet, but my uncle had an old Jack LaLanne book about how to work out without stuff, so I started."
"Twenty-five years later and I can't eat spaghetti when my wife makes it!" He bellowed a laugh.
"How about...your situation? Are you top? Bottom? Vers? None of the above?" I know I'd fucked him yesterday. That doesn't mean X=Y.
He took a second, "So, you know how bottoms...a lot of bottoms get legit pleasure from the feeling in their ass?"
"Yeah, I do. And I do. Not a complete bottom though." I smiled.
He laughed, "Oh, I know! You got it going on!" I told him I appreciated the compliment, "No, but serious. Some folks have wild nerve endings in their nipples or ears or sack, right?" I nodded in agreement, "Ever since I can remember one of the greatest feelings in my life is feeling something rush down my piss tube...my urethra. During puberty I'd get hard-ons at the urinal in school. I can come from stimulation, sure. But if I feel the rush out of me. My God."
"First time my wife saw me do it in the shower there was some soul-searching. A lot of discussions. I hadn't even known I was bi until she pegged me the first time, thinking if I had that feeling while pissing I could just lose it. She was right. We were on the floor in the bathroom and when I let go of my bladder with that dildo in my ass...fuck! Didn't touch my dick at all and I'm shooting cum like a fountain at Caesar's Palace!" He laughed.
"We do it periodically now, but mostly she's fine with the pee stuff being other dudes. On a real rare occasion I'll top a guy or fuck one of he's ok with a pee enema." He pointed at me, "But I prefer the feeling of something against the prostate while I piss. Blows my fucking mind." He made the 'exploding head' motion.
"Who has the other vehicle out there?" I asked, changing the subject.
His brow creased in thought. "Oh shit, that's just Charlie. He's in the steam room. Goes there and sits like a lizard until someone touches his dick." He laughed.
"Tim should be in his way. So should Andy. You haven't met Andy. Older guy, so be a bit gentle." He grinned, "nah, just fucking with you. Andy worked at a car plant in Windsor his whole life. He could beat the fuck out of either of us."
I retired to the shower, guided by Devon's direction. Since I was already naked, I just had to put my folded clothes on a bench.
The shower room was opulent. Long benches sat under spigots. A wire shelf next to the entrance held dozens of trial-size soaps and shampoos, along with some larger bottles with 'please return' labels. Across from that, a large cabinet held tightly rolled, heated towels.
The showers were a room some twenty-five feet long and twenty feet wide. Each side held a series of nozzles with stainless benches along the wall below. In the center of the room were two larger circular multi-head showers. At the far end it looked like there were three isolated showers for people who wanted privacy.
Leo was using the closest nozzle to the entrance. He sat on the shining steel and let the water from above pound down on his head and shoulders.
