Brad’s Search : Part 26

The sun shines brightly through my bedroom window as I open my eyes. It’s late morning. I look to my left: no James. I didn’t think I’d miss him this much.

I get out of bed and cook a quick breakfast. I finish up and call Harry to see what he and Gary are up to later.

“Hey Brad! Good to hear from you. How’ve you been?”

“Pretty good. James left yesterday for New York for a week. I was wondering if you and Gary were doing anything tonight.”

“I don’t have any plans. I don’t think Gary does, either. You want to get together?”

“Sure. What time do you think would be best?”

“I have nothing going on, so whatever time works best for you works best for us.”

“OK. I’m gonna go hit the gym and take care of some things here. How about we meet up for dinner?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Awesome. See you later, then.”

“All righty, Brad. Take care.”

I take a quick shower. Even though I had taken one the night before, I have a thing about needing to shower after I’ve slept for any amount of time.

At work yesterday, I had run into a bit of a programming issue with my team. It’s nothing substantial, but I feel I should probably brush up on some things so I’m better able to handle problems like that in the future. I head to the library, as they stock a big variety of books on the subject. It’s on the way to the gym, so I bring my gym bag with me so I don’t have to make another trip back home.

I get to the library and I peruse through the stacks and stacks of books and find some that should help. I sit and thumb through the pages for some ideas. After a couple of hours, I feel like I’ve gotten a good grasp of things, and grab my bag and head to the gym.

My gym is more of a combination spa and fitness center. It has lots of treadmills, elliptical machines, and weights, but it also has a running track, racquetball courts, and even a pool. In addition to all that, it also has gender-separated steam rooms, saunas, hot tubs, and showers. It’s a place where you can work up a sweat and then get totally relaxed, all under the same roof.

I head into the locker room, choose a locker, and begin taking off my street clothes. When I’ve completely disrobed, I grab my gym clothes from the bag. I make sure to always wear a jockstrap when working out. I prefer wearing briefs for everyday clothes, but I enjoy the added support and lack of material of a jock. Plus, they frame the ass so beautifully. I pull on my jock, a pair of running shorts, socks, shoes, and a shirt, then head back out.

I stretch for a few minutes, take a sip of water from the water fountain, then run a few laps on the running track. I take a short break, sip some more water, then move on to the weights. After I lift in a few different muscle groups, I head back to the track and do a few more laps, then walk one lap to cool down.

I usually try to run at least two or three days a week, but I don’t lift weights very often. I begin to feel a bit sore, so I decide to hit the sauna. I walk back to my locker, take off all my sweaty workout clothes, and grab a towel and head to the sauna.

It’s pretty dead today; no other guys were in the locker room, and none are in the sauna when I get there. I pick a seat in the far corner, unwrap my towel, spread my legs, and lean back, supporting myself with my elbows and leaning my head back against the wall.

I think about the past few days I’ve had with James. I cannot believe how incredibly lucky I’ve been to have run into him again at the bar and how well he and I have gotten to know each other in such a short amount of time. I almost worry that things are moving too quickly, but it certainly doesn’t feel that way. It’s so easy to talk to him, and we very much enjoy spending time with each other. Nothing I’ve done or told him about has scared him off... yet.

I hear the door open, but I keep my eyes closed, not wanting to have the image of James wiped away.

“Hey, I know you!”

I crack one eye open, then I open both of my eyes very widely when I realize who it is.

Derek stands at the entrance to the sauna, naked, except for a towel covering himself. “Brad, right?”

“Yeah, that’s me.”

He hesitates for a few seconds, then speaks up. “Hey, I want you to know I’m sorry.”

I’m a bit confused. “For what?”

“I thought you and James were together, and when you showed up at the deli with someone else, I thought you were cheating on him.”

“Well, I’m not together with James - not yet, at least - so it wouldn’t have been cheating anyway.”

“I know, he told me. But still, it wasn’t kosher of me to just assume something about someone I didn’t know. So, I’m sorry.”

I look at him for a few seconds and then shrug my shoulders. “Oh, OK. I guess I can forgive you.”

He walks up to me, still in his towel, and reaches his hand to me. I shake it in the spirit of forgiveness.

“Thanks, that means a lot.”

He turns around and walks to a seat opposite me. As he walks across the sauna, he slips off his towel and holds it in front of him so I have an unobstructed view of his ass - and what a nice, shapely ass it is. He climbs a few steps, turns to face me, and sits down on his towel.

It’s silent for a few seconds, then Derek speaks up. “You seem like a pretty cool guy. Can I ask how you and James met?”

For the next few seconds, I contemplate opening myself up to someone who is pretty close to James and could potentially wreck anything that he and I have going. I then think about how James didn’t really take him seriously before, so I figure, what’s the harm?

“It was about a month ago. I was running in Volunteer Park, and he ran toward me to try to catch a Frisbee. He took a fall, and I helped him up.”


“Yeah. It was totally random. I didn’t see him again until I went to a bar, and he happened to be there and we got to know each other better.”

“That’s cool, man.”

“So he tells me that you and he had gotten a bit friendly, too.”

Derek starts to blush. “Yeah. He asked me out once. I’ll admit, I had always been curious about what sex with a guy felt like. I’d always wanted to experiment, but didn’t want anyone to find out and ride my ass about it, so to speak.”

“What made you change your mind?”

“Moving here.”

“Oh? Where did you live before?”

“Utah. I’m a Mormon.”

That’s the last thing I had expected him to say, and I just about cough up a lung. “Sorry.”

“Nah, it’s OK.”

“So, ‘am’ a Mormon, as in present tense?”

“Yeah. It’s mostly just a label now. I always felt a bit different as a kid. They - Mormons, I mean - try their best to get you married and having kids right out the gate. I didn’t like feeling so rushed. I moved up here and felt much more at home.”

“James had also mentioned you had a girlfriend. Is that true?”

“Yes, it’s true. Still do, actually. I guess James told you quite a bit.”

“Well, just that you were still together with her when you messed around with him.”

“Yeah. I feel awful about it. I wasn’t sure if I’d like messing around with guys, so I didn’t want to throw away a great relationship with my girlfriend just to try out sex with a guy once and not like it. At least that’s how I justified it to myself.”

“Now, see, I can sort of understand where you’re coming from. I don’t think I could do that myself, but I can empathize with you.”

“Yeah. Fortunately my girlfriend was very understanding. She found out about it and flipped out for a few days, but she grew to forgive me.”

“What made her change her mind?”

“Well, James was the first guy I sucked off. I had never done it before, so he showed me a few things I could try with my tongue. Turns out they work just as well on a girl. I tried them out on my girlfriend, and that was the quickest she ever came. She asked where I learned that from, and I told her James taught me. So she is now kind of glad I fooled around with a guy, and she’s a little more open about it. I’ve had threesomes with her and another dude, and I love what both sexes bring to the table.”

“Huh. I never thought of it that way.”

“So, you two aren’t going out?”

“Well, we’re dating, but we’re not officially together yet. However, I do know about that thing he does with his tongue.”

“Oh, so you have messed around together?”

“Yes, we have.”

I see a tinge of jealousy in Derek’s eyes.

“At least one of us gets to have him.” He winks at me.

I get up to leave, and drape my towel around my waist. “Well, I think I’ve spent enough time in here.”

“Heading out?”

“Yeah. Gonna take a quick shower and leave. I have some friends I’m meeting up with later.”

“Cool. I won’t be too much longer. How about I catch you after your shower and give you my number? You know, in case you wanted to hang out.”

“Uh, sure. That sounds good.”

“All right.”

Derek and I shake hands again, and I head out of the sauna.

I toss my towel into my bag, grab a fresh one, and head to the shower area. Our showers are all in one big area, with virtually no separation between them and the main locker area. It’s useful to keep a watch of your personal belongings, as well as the occasional attractive guy that changes into, or out of, his workout gear.

I hang my towel on a hook, choose a shower, and turn on the water. I quickly wash my hair and body, give myself a rinse, turn off the water, and dry off. I toss my towel over my shoulder and walk back to my locker, completely exposed. Too bad no one is in the locker room to enjoy it.

I grab a pair of clean briefs from my gym bag and put them on. I reach for my pants as Derek emerges from the sauna with his towel around his waist. I continue dressing as he gets nearer. He reaches his locker and pulls a card from his wallet. He walks over to me as I’m tying my shoes.

“Looks like I got out just in time. Here you go.”

I take the card. “Thanks. You do seem like a good guy. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so quick to judge you, either. You were thinking of James, after all.”

“Thanks for understanding.”

“No problem.”

“Well, I’ll let you go. Gonna hit the showers myself.”

“All right. Take care.”

He walks back to his locker, which is in the opposite direction from the showers. He unwraps his towel and gets a new one. As he walks toward me and to the showers, I get a great glimpse of his body. He looks pretty good - lean with some slight musculature. And not a bad-sized cock, either. We make eye contact as he passes, and he grins and winks at me. Right as he passes me, he says, “That’s the longest I’ve ever seen someone take to tie their shoes.”

I can’t come up with a valid excuse fast enough, so I just get up and start walking out. Just before I reach the door, I hear the shower turn on, and glance to my right. Derek is facing away from me, and I get one more view of his backside. I pause to take it all in, then head out and make my way home.