Are You In

by P W Steele

  “Alright, now take your shorts off please.” Jack’s words hung in the air. Andy’s eyes widened as his cheeks turned a bright shade of beetroot red.

  “I’m...I’m not wearing any underwear,” he whispered, turning back to the front slowly, completely embarrassed to be revealing this to Jack. The glare of the spotlight felt brighter than ever as Jack returned his gaze.

  Given his size, Andy found wearing underwear incredibly uncomfortable. It wasn’t that he enjoyed freeballing or got off on it in any way, it was something forced upon him out of sheer necessity, if he didn’t want to spend the whole day readjusting himself to try and get comfortable.

  A saucy smile flashed across Jack’s face. He nodded gently. “No problem. Maybe next time then? Now, let’s get this session started.”

  Chapter 10 - First Workout...Again

  Jack strode out towards the weights area. Andy followed him, his eyes trailing down Jack’s back, the memory of his glistening, naked back in the locker room returning to him with force. ‘Keep it together,’ he reminded himself. ‘Workout first, ogle later.’

  The workout Andy had with Michael had been good, but the workout with Jack was totally next level.

  Jack was so attentive and informative, telling Andy exactly what muscles he was working and giving him really good pointers to ensure he was performing each exercise correctly and safely. Even minor adjustments, a hand grip change here, a slight back adjustment there, made a world of difference.

  Jack was a total professional. He didn't do a lot of small talk, or any gossiping, in between exercises like Michael did. Instead, he focused solely on Andy, reminding him to drink, to slow his breathing down and to start preparing for the next set of exercises he was about to do.

  Andy liked this approach. After all, it was ultimately what he was there for. He was ready to put in the hard work to build the body of his dreams. It also made him feel a lot more comfortable in the gym. The first time he walked into Amazing Fitness, he felt intimidated and overwhelmed. Having Jack explain how the different machines worked went a long way to decreasing that intimidation factor.

  Jack behaving so professionally also helped Andy keep his thoughts and feelings about Jack under control. Now was not the time to be fantasizing about Jack wrapping him up in his strong arms, kissing him on those soft, pink lips or exploring the contours of his body. No. Now was the time to focus on working out. Nothing else.

  Even though he remained professional, Andy did notice what he thought were small signals coming from Jack. Holding onto his body for a second longer than necessary while he was helping him with an exercise, standing an inch closer to him when they were walking over to the next machine...

  Or maybe he was just imagining things? Seeing what he wanted to see and projecting that onto every little detail he was picking up from Jack. Andy had an annoying tendency to overanalyze and scrutinize everything down to the very finest detail.

  But then he remembered what Emily had said. He needed to go with his gut. He did have a good instinct for people, or at least he used to. But it was still there, buried a little deeper inside him, but still there nonetheless. In a weird way, being in such close proximity to Jack allowed Andy to tap into that part of himself again.

  By the end of the workout, Andy could feel every muscle in his body aching, even worse than the first time. If he was sore the next day after his first workout with Michael, which he was, he dreaded to think how he would pull up after this workout.

  “How’d I go?” Andy asked nervously, as he finished his final cooldown stretch.

  Jack smiled and patted him firmly on his back. “You did well Andy. You’ve got determination and you’ve got grit. I can see it in your eyes.”

  Andy smiled and felt his cheeks getting warmer. He looked downwards and shuffled his feet, not sure what to say next. When he looked up, Jack's eyes were on him. They were gently scanning his face. "Oh god, have I got something sticking out of my nose?" Andy covered his face in embarrassment.

  Jack let out a loud, strong laugh. "No, I was just...looking at you. You've got such a beautiful face Andy."

  Just as his blush was starting to subside, his cheeks filled up with rosy contentment yet again. "Anyway," Jack said, waving his perfectly tanned arm towards the locker room door, "It's time for the sauna. Just a short one this time, okay?" Andy nodded, struggling to get rid of what felt like the world's longest continuous blush. "I'll join you in a minute."

  Andy did a double take. "You’ll what?" He asked. Surprised. Turned on. Excited. Only slightly horrified.

  "Someone needs to keep an eye on you kiddo," Jack joked, as he recalled, yet again, Andy's now infamous first time in the sauna.

  Andy's chest filled with excitement. As if having Jack be his personal trainer wasn’t enough, he was now going to spend fifteen glorious, sweat-filled minutes alone with Jack in a sauna!

  As he walked over to his locker, two words looped on repeat in his head.

  Don’t faint. Don't faint. Don’t faint.

  Chapter 11 - Naked

  Andy changed and rinsed off in the showers in no time. He took a deep breath as he approached the sauna. When he pulled the door open, he was instantly met with a rush of hot, dry air. He remembered the sensation from his first sauna experience, but it also didn't feel quite as intense as it felt the first time.

  As he entered, another guy was getting up to leave, so Andy had the sauna all to himself. He made sure to turn the egg timer over as he made his way back to the same spot he had sat at before. He sat down, placing his trusty water bottle down beside him.

  A minute or two later, the door opened. Jack entered the sauna, and instantly, Andy felt a heat radiate from deep inside, permeating across his entire body. Jack was wearing nothing but a black jockstrap and carrying a small hand towel in his right hand. Even in the dim sauna light, Andy could clearly see Jack's hefty bulge, pressing against the fabric of the front pouch of the jockstrap.

  Despite the sauna being completely empty, Jack made his way over right next to Andy. He smiled at him as he placed the small towel on the bench and sat down on it. He cupped his bulge with his palms and glanced over at Andy.

  Andy could feel his chest tighten. Knowing Jack was looking at him, at his body, scared him. What must he be thinking? Jack was surrounded by fit, muscle men every day. He himself had the kind of body most men could only ever dream of, and yet here he was, giving Andy’s skinny, bony body the once over.

  Andy looked up. He was half expecting Jack's face to be screwed up in disgust at the sight of him. Jack smiled, raising his eyebrows and instantly, the tightness in Andy’s chest eased a little.

  "You know Andy, it’s actually better to sauna naked. That’s why I just wear this," he said, lifting his hands up a few inches, drawing Andy's attention to his jockstrap.

  Despite doing his best to act as if his heart wasn't about to beat out of his chest, Andy's eyes were magnetically pulled down towards Jack's bulge. He couldn't help it, and he couldn't resist. Jack didn't seem to mind. In fact, his smile widened.

  “Technically, you’re not naked,” Andy said as matter-of-factly as he could manage.

  “Technically, you’re right,” Jack chuckled.

  "I'm okay like this," Andy replied with a smile, turning his gaze straight ahead and reminding himself to keep breathing, slowly, steadily and deeply. The last thing he wanted to do was to faint in the sauna...again.

  Andy could feel Jack’s gaze on him. It was burning into his skin, adding even more heat to his already dry mouth and throat. He picked up his water bottle and sipped down some water, trying to be a little more elegant than the water guzzling machine he was on the gym floor. As he placed the water bottle down next to him, he looked up to meet Jack’s gaze.

  Can I ask what size you are?" Jack asked playfully, as he looked Andy straight in the eyes.

  “Excuse me?” Andy replied, his mouth agape.

  “Your...feet,'' Jack said pointing downwards. “What size ar
e your feet? They’re absolutely massive.”

  “Oh,” Andy stammered. “They’re...I’m a….size thirteen.

  "Impressive," Jack replied with his lips curling upwards into a sexy smile. “I like guys with big feet.” As he spoke, he raised both of his feet off the ground and stretched them out in front of himself. Andy was transfixed by the size of Jack’s flexing quad muscles and sculpted calves.

  "Do you like feet Andy?" Jack asked as he playfully curled his toes.

  Andy was at a slight loss. He'd never really given much thought to feet, but then again, he'd never had someone like Jack stretching his smooth, tanned legs out in front of him and dangling his feet right in front of him either. There was something seductive about Jack's brazenness.

  "Uh yeah, I guess I like feet. They’re cool," Andy responded, biting down on his tongue to stop himself from saying anything even more stupid.

  Jack licked his lips before swinging his legs over towards Andy and placing his feet on Andy’s legs, just under his knees. “I like feet," he said, slowly. "Especially big, soft feet. That drives me wild.”

  Andy took another swig from his water bottle, suddenly wishing it was filled with something stronger than water. The touch of Jack’s silky soft soles just under his knee caps started to make him feel lightheaded. Jack’s soles were velvety smooth. He carefully started gliding them up and down Andy’s slightly hairy legs. The gentle friction shot pulses of energy through Andy’s entire body.

  Jack had clearly left his professionalism on the gym floor. From the second he had stepped into the sauna, he was a different man. There was something about Andy that made Jack feel like he could be himself, his true, uninhibited self.

  Andy’s heart raced as he looked down at the sight of Jack's feet moving up and down his legs. He knew he had to keep focused on his breath, inhaling and exhaling as deeply and slowly as he could. Jack’s feet crept further up Andy’s leg, past his knees, until they flicked just under the edge of the towel he had wrapped around himself.

  Andy wiggled slightly, alternating his gaze between Jack’s feet making their way up his legs and Jack’s face. Jack's tongue was placed firmly in the upper corner of his mouth, a look of concentration, fuelled by desire, filling his dark blue eyes with a deep intensity. His sculpted chest was heaving deeply, slowly.

  Jack was a man in control. He knew exactly what he was doing. He looked up at Andy and met his gaze with an equally strong look. Andy's mind was racing at a million miles an hour. He had no idea how to react, how to sit, how to breathe and most importantly of all, how the hell to process what was unfolding right on his lap.

  And then the realization hit him. He wasn't sure if it was a flashback or a memory, but it was a sudden knowing that connected it all together, so that everything finally made sense.

  When he fell after leaving the sauna, he must have dropped his towel. Even though he was wrapped up in it when he came to, he remembered struggling to wrap it around himself as he was leaving the sauna. So when he got up, he hadn't tied it around his waist, he was simply holding onto it. The towel must have dropped to the ground when he fell, which meant Mark must have seen Andy naked. Which meant, Mark must have told everyone about it.

  Everyone, including Jack.

  It all started to make sense. Maybe Andy didn’t have the big muscles he assumed Jack would be into, but he did have one particularly big, excessively big, muscle. His cock. And judging by his recent behavior - from insisting on taking him on as a client to his velvety soles nudging higher and higher up Andy's legs - it could only mean one thing,

  Jack was a size queen.

  Andy had experienced this many times before. It was the main reason why he had sworn off dating apps, as well as dating in general. The second a guy would find out about Andy's impressive size, there was an immediate change. The dynamic shifted from any other type of connection they were having, to the guy becoming purely cock-obsessed. Guys were fascinated by Andy’s dick.

  It became the sole focal point of conversation. Andy’s charming and witty banter was reduced to answering the same tedious, tired questions guys seemed compelled to ask: how long did it take him to get hard, when did he realise he had a big dick and was he able to suck his own cock?

  Andy took a breath and looked at Jack. Despite the undeniable and intense attraction he felt towards him, would Jack just end up treating him like almost every other guy had, as basically a penis with a person attached to it?

  Jack's face was lit up from the light coming in from the showers. His body was glistening, a thin layer of sweat beads formed all over his smooth, toned body. In the dim light of the sauna, he looked transcendent.

  Andy's mind returned to its usual, incessant, breakneck speed chatter. Here was this perfect specimen of a guy wanting Andy. Or at least, wanting his cock. Why was he resisting? He challenged himself earlier by taking off his shirt and posing for a progress pic in the locker room. Here was another opportunity to keep pushing himself past his comfort zone.

  Jack looked at Andy and smiled. Andy’s heart melted a little, or maybe it was the sauna heat? Andy smiled back at Jack.

  'What the hell?' he thought to himself. 'Just go for it.'

  Andy lifted Jack’s feet off his legs and placed them gently back down on the ground. He looked down and unwrapped the towel from around his waist, bringing himself, all of himself, out into clear view.

  When he finally looked up, Jack’s eyes, and mouth, were gaping open.

  "Jesus Andy," Jack exclaimed. "You have got one of the most beautiful cocks I have ever seen.”

  Andy’s heart was practically beating out of his chest. He had never revealed himself like that to anyone before. To expose himself, in all his full frontal naked glory, was a big deal for him, the guy who would normally wrap a towel around himself, even at home.

  Jack's positive reaction made the likelihood of something happening between them almost certain. Andy didn’t care that it would just be a physical thing. He would get to touch Jack, kiss him, be close to him and feel him near. He didn’t realize just how much he had wanted that until it presented itself so tantalizingly close to actually happening. He was open to whatever was going to happen, and he was determined to just relax, not overthink things and simply have fun.

  Chapter 12 - Same, But Different

  "Can I touch it?" Jack asked tenderly, as he looked up into Andy’s eyes.

  "Sure," Andy replied with a warm smile.

  Andy looked at Jack. Jack looked back at Andy. Jack tilted his upper body back slightly, raised his legs and brought both of his feet onto Andy's thighs, just above his knees. He leaned backwards, his outstretched arms behind him propping him up.

  Slowly, very slowly, Jack slid his feet up Andy’s thighs, his soft soles gently grazing Andy’s skin. The friction felt electric. Jack smoothly ran his feet past Andy's cock, all the way up to his hips. He then glided his feet back down and up, down and up, along Andy’s thighs.

  Jack knew what he was doing. He assumed that a guy like Andy, someone so painstakingly self-conscious about their body, and yet packing such an impressive package, would have a sensitivity to certain things. It was totally understandable. Jack knew a thing or two about being the object of guy's fantasies, and being treated like a mere transaction, that he wanted to make sure he treated Andy right. It was a delicate dance of seduction.

  The sweet sensation of Jack's legs working their way up and around his body, stirred Andy’s cock. He began to get harder and his already impressive size lengthened out even more. Jack pushed Andy’s legs apart wider with his feet, all the way to each end of the bench he was sitting on. He turned his feet inwards, and began pressing into Andy’s inner thighs in slow, circular motions with his feet.

  The sensation was unlike anything Andy had experienced before. His twelve-inch cock was standing at full attention, without Jack even touching it. He couldn't remember the last time he had gotten this rock hard without touching himself.

  Jack then gently
placed his feet at the base of Andy’s shaft. He looked up at Andy, “You likin’ this?” Andy wasn’t sure if Jack was asking him or simply reading his mind.

  “Uh yeah,” Andy said, managing a nod. The truth was, he was transfixed by what Jack was doing to his body. Most guys tended to lunge at his cock and yank away at it, as if its size meant that it wasn't just as sensitive, and receptive to a gentle touch, as any other cock. Andy didn't know how he was looking or sounding. All he knew for certain was that this was one of the most exciting and erotic sexual experiences of his entire life.

  With his cock at full attention, Jack ran his smooth soles along Andy’s cock in one continuous motion, stopping just short of his thick cock head. He continued to run his feet, up and down Andy's shaft, gradually building up the pace. Andy closed his eyes to focus on the intense feeling Jack was expertly producing with his feet. He’d never experienced anything remotely like it before.

  It wasn't anything like a handjob. It didn't have the same structure, control or familiarity. Jack’s silky soles gliding up and down Andy's cock produced different depths of pleasure. Each stroke was completely different from the one that preceded it. Sometimes harder, sometimes softer, the only constant being that it felt insanely incredible.

  The surges of pleasure emanating from Andy's cock rocked his entire body. He bucked his hips forward. He opened his eyes and looked at Jack. Jack was completely fixated on the sight of his feet sliding up and down Andy’s massive meat.

  Suddenly, Jack’s soles released Andy’s cock and he dropped both of his feet to the ground. He shuffled himself off the bench and in an instant, dropped to his knees in front of Andy. He looked up. There was an insatiable hunger in his eyes. “Can I?" he asked delicately, tilting his head towards Andy’s cock.

  Andy’s already rock hard cock pulsed in approval, almost slapping Jack in his face. “Should I take that as a ‘yes’?” Jack asked with a delicious smile spreading across his lips.