ERIC:

    After passing my driving test, I had a shiny new driver's license that I admired with a smile on my face while I sat behind the wheel of my dad David's car. Even though my parents could easily afford to buy me a car, they insisted I get a job to earn it. Luckily, David worked from home, so his ride was often available for me to use. And I knew exactly what my first destination would be: my parents' gym. I was looking forward to being able to work out by myself, but the REAL excitement came from my dick and balls, since I knew all about some men's tendency to get… naughty at the gym.

    Over the past couple of months, my hormones had only gotten more and more active. I went to Milken Park once or twice a week. Every now and then, I bumped into a cruisy couple fucking or sucking each other off. I would try to hide and spy on them while jacking off – sometimes I succeeded; other times, it was a bust. I also went to the gym whenever one of my fathers agreed to let me tag along. Every time, I looked around for Braxton – the hot young guy who'd fucked David in the sauna in front of my very eyes. However, Brax had said he usually worked out in the morning, and my dads frequented the gym in the evenings. I hadn't seen Brax in weeks, but I continued to fantasize about him while jerking off in my bed. With my eyes closed, I could see his hard dick going in and out of my father's ass, while Dad moaned in pleasure and ecstasy. I would daydream and imagine what it might feel like to take Brax's cock in my own ass… 

    When I arrived at the gym, I showed the guy at the front desk my new driver's license and I announced, "I want to become a member." The man smiled at me; he'd seen me here often, and knew it was only a matter of time before I joined the club. He congratulated me on my recent birthday, and called one of the other employees to sign me up. 

    While I waited, I strolled around the lobby and noticed a board full of announcements and ads. One of them was a "help wanted" sign for anything from personal trainers to maintenance staff to towel boys.

    "Are you still looking for a towel boy?" I asked the guy at the reception. "And… what is a towel boy exactly?"

    "You basically need to walk around, collect dirty towels, do the laundry, and then fold them once they're clean. Trust me, we go through a lot of towels! When you're not doing that, you just patrol the locker room, do some basic cleaning, and make sure everything's on the up and up," he added with a conspicuous smile.

    "I would be interested in that!" I said eagerly. My dad David had taught me how to do laundry when I was like 9, so I wasn't worried about that. Besides, "patrolling the locker room" sure had an intriguing ring to it.

    "Well then, here's a job application," the guy at the front desk handed me a piece of paper. "On the back, write down your availability. Most of the shifts are during rush hour, so either in the evening or early in the morning. But you're probably in school then."

    "Actually, I'm homeschooled," I quickly added. "So I could be here in the morning."

    "Wow, that's great! We always struggle to find people willing to get up at 5. So if that's you, I think it's pretty safe to say the job is yours."

    "Awesome," I smiled and began to fill out the application. When I was halfway done, another employee who I hadn't seen before arrived to help me sign up as a member and to give me my brand-new membership card.

    "So Eric, do you need a tour of the place?" he asked with a polite smile.

    "No, I know my way around," I said, suppressing a smirk. 

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    The following Monday was my first day of work, ever. Whether the gym was really desperate for morning-shift employees, or whether I got the job because my parents were friends with the owner, I'll never know. Either way, I had my alarm set for 5 o'clock, and I was in the gym parking lot by 5:45. I actually had to wait for ten minutes for one of the other employees to show up with a key and open the place. 

    By 6 o'clock, there were six of us there, all male except for the girl who worked in the women's locker room. Everyone looked tired and groggy, but I was already on my second cup of coffee and buzzing with excitement. The towel girl, who was a couple of years older than me, showed me around the laundry room and told me more about the job. She said it was pretty quiet and that "you can just listen to music all day." However, I was fairly certain that the men's locker room at this gym got a LOT more traffic than the women's, so I expected to be a good deal busier than she was.

    The first customers began to arrive, and when I headed to the locker room, I felt like a kid in a candy store. Usually, when I came to the gym with my dads, I liked to loiter around the locker room as long as possible. Now, I finally had an excuse to do it! With cleaning supplies in my hands, I walked around and pretended to wipe surfaces and clean mirrors; when in fact, I was discreetly sizing up all of the naked meat around me. Men of all shapes and sizes came and went, some of them hanging out naked in the locker room while chatting to each other. One man, who seemed even older than my parents, hung around for almost half an hour, applying lotion fully nude, and making sure to get into every crevice. His dick was almost as big as my dad Sven's, so no wonder he liked showing it off. When he noticed me staring, the man sat down and spread his legs wide open, applying more lotion to his groin and rubbing it in. By the time he was done, his cock was at least half-hard, and quickly got the attention of another guy nearby. The two men struck up a conversation, before disappearing to the sauna together. I was tempted to follow them, but I decided to give it at least five minutes before going after them, so as not to be too conspicuous.

    In the meantime, I figured I'd go check out the shower area for any deserted towels. It was about 7:15 and REALLY busy now, with one batch of people leaving and another group of members just arriving. Almost every single shower was taken, and I couldn't help but think "I love this job!" as I enjoyed the sight of all of the dicks and asses on display. And then suddenly… I saw HIM!

    It was Braxton. He was using the shower in the corner, and chatting with the guy next to him. Upon closer inspection, I realized the two were doing more than just chatting… they were standing awfully close to one another… with lather running down their naked bodies, the two of them were jerking each other off! They were trying to hide it as much as possible, but they were still doing it with ten other guys around them! My jaw dropped, and in that very moment, Brax looked up and made eye contact with me.

    I tried fixing my facial expression so I wouldn't look so goofy. Brax smirked, and then winked at me. Aware that I was staring, he positioned himself so I'd be able to see his rock-hard cock being stroked by the stranger next to him. Braxton enjoyed himself for a minute, before telling the other guy something that sounded like "I gotta go. I'll catch you some other time."

    "He's coming my way!" I realized. Trying not to panic, I looked around for something to do. I noticed a few dirty towels on a bench nearby and I rushed to get them, but in my hurry I slipped on the wet floor and almost fell right on my ass.

    "Whoops! You alright there?" Brax asked as he leaned toward me and managed to catch me.

    "I… I'm fine, thanks," I said, struggling to speak with his hard dick poking at the small of my back.

    "You work here now?" the handsome man asked me.

    "Y– Yes. It's my first day. I'm the new towel boy."

    "Well then…" Brax said, wiping his body dry with his towel and then handing it to me and adding, "You can have this."

    "Thanks," I said nervously, and then I immediately regretted it. (Thanks for what, handing me a used towel??)

    "You get any breaks?" Brax asked me.

    "Yeah, sure," I said. "I was just about to take one right now."

    "Of course you were," he winked at me. "Follow me then."

    "Where are we going?" I asked, already trailing after him, admiring his muscular glutes. 

    "To my locker," he answered. "I've got something to give you."

    We walked to Brax's locker, which was in a quieter section of the locker room. I expected him to pull something out of his bag and give it to me, but instead he just turned to face me, his dick still hard as steel, resting his hands on his hips.

    "Well?" he asked, looking down at his cock. "You gonna suck it or what?"

    I didn't need asking twice. Immediately, I dropped the dirty towels I was holding and went down to my knees. Brax's cock was staring me in the face, and even though it was freshly washed I could still sense its smell. I licked my lips as I watched it throb, and Brax asked me,

    "You ever sucked a cock before?"

    "Yes," I said. "Kinda."

    "Ha. What does 'kinda' mean?" Brax said, looking down at me and teasing me with his stiff rod.

    "Well… I've had a cock in my mouth. I just–"

    "You've never had someone cum in your mouth?" Brax asked.

    I nodded my head, kneeling down and looking up at Braxton, who placed his hand on my cheeks and gently caressed my face.

    "Well, we can take care of that today," he said with a smirk. "But we need to be quick, I gotta go to work soon."

    With Brax's hand still on my face, I opened my mouth and moved my head forward. Around us, men were walking around the locker room, but there was no one in our secluded section. The first move I made was to kiss Brax's cockhead, before letting him thrust forward and insert himself into my mouth. 

    "That's right," he moaned quietly, stepping closer to me and shoving his tool down my throat. I didn't do much other than relax and let him take charge. Brax fucked my face while simultaneously caressing my cheek with his hand. The combination of rough and gentle made me more horny than I'd ever been. Inside my jeans, I was rock hard and I rubbed my bulge as much as I could without losing track of the main task: pleasing Brax.

    "Mmm, yeah. You suck dick even better than your Daddy," Brax said, shoving his meat deep down my throat. I realized I was going after my father's sloppy seconds – and I was absolutely fine with that. In a way, it turned me on, to be sucking a guy who had fucked Daddy David. 

    The locker room kept getting busier and busier. I was running the risk of losing my job if I got caught, but there was nothing more important than blowing Brax. He'd promised to be the first guy to cum down my throat, and wasn't about to let him go until I got a taste of his jizz!

    "Fuck yeah! You've been craving this since you saw me at Milken Park, ain't that right?" Braxton asked. Even though he was keeping his voice down, his confidence showed with every word.

    "Mhm," I nodded in confirmation while gagging on his dick. 

    "You show lots of potential for someone that young," Brax complimented me. He'd mentioned to my father that he was 21, meaning he was just a few years older than me, but I was certain that he had so much more experience, putting us in completely different categories. He knew just what he wanted, and he wasn't ashamed to ask for it. "Play with my nuts."

    With my right hand still rubbing my bulge, my left reached up for Brax's sack, just like he'd instructed. I pulled on his balls, which were shaved, in contrast to the hairy pubic region above Brax's big dick. He continued to caress my head, complimenting my oral skills and asking me, "You ever been fucked?"

    "Mm-mm," I shook my head left-to-right. 

    "Fuck. Bet that sweet ass's nice and tight."

    Now, I was moving my head back and forth, with the same rhythm as the thrusting of Brax's hips. His words turned me on, and I rubbed my bulge even faster.

    "Your Dad's got a great ass. But I bet yours would be even better. Fuck!"

    In that moment, I was taken aback by a warm sensation in the back of my throat. It took me a moment to realize what was happening: Brax was cumming! This was what sperm tasted like!! I'd tried my own, but it tasted different when it was shooting straight down your throat. I swallowed Brax's load, grabbing hold of my own hard dick through my jeans and busting a nut inside my underwear. 

    "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" Brax panted, getting louder with each "fuck." Finally, after a minute of cumming down my throat, his thrusting subsided. Brax pulled out his dick and helped me get to my feet. Then, he planted a gentle kiss on my lips and asked me, "Did you cum?"

    "Aha," I nodded. "In my pants."

    "Fuck. Your underwear's gonna be sticky all day now. You better take em off."

    Making sure no one was around, I quickly took my sneakers and jeans off, before pulling off my soiled boxer briefs.

    "I'll take care of those for ya," Brax said, taking my underwear from me. "You'll get them back next time I see ya. You work mornings?"

    "Yes," I said with a smile. "I'll be here same time tomorrow."

    "Same time tomorrow, Eric," Brax kissed me again before turning to his locker and putting my dirty underwear in his bag. While I watched him get dressed, all I could think about were two things: "He remembers my name!" and "Fuck, his cum tastes delicious."​​