Doug Deeson's musings

 After that first night, Troy would meet Brandon at the gym and they would work out together and then head back to one of their apartments, usually Brandon’s and then have sex.  Brandon had asked Troy out a few times, dinner, a movie, something just a date but that was something that Troy wasn’t quite ready for yet.  Troy worked out six days a week, Brandon four to five but they began to co-ordinate their workouts and meet at the gym.  A few times, Brandon got Troy worked up in the showers again, but Troy always pushed him away before it went too far.  Brandon even suggested that they grab a sauna after one particularly hard leg session.  They sat near each other, naked except for towels around their waists.  They were alone.  Brandon scooted a little closer and began to caress Troy’s leg, then higher onto his thigh, then higher still until his fingers closed around Troy’s already hardening cock.  With his other hand, Brandon flicked the towe...

There he was again, thought Troy. He saw him nearly every day and his eyes could not help but to follow him across the gym, trailing him from station to station.  He’d first seen him a few weeks ago, this tall good-looking man, lean, well build with amazing arms, chiselled jaw line, black hair, and brown eyes, to Troy’s mind he looked a bit like Superman.  The funny thing for Troy was that he was straight.  He’d never considered anything sexual with a guy, never even paid attention to a guy’s looks but this guy, there was something about this guy that held his attention. And even now, he didn’t notice other guys, just this one.  There was something there, something special.  He had no idea what that might be though.  After that day, whenever he was at the gym, he would keep his eye out for his guy, that was how he began to think of him – his guy.   But he needed a name and Troy decided that he looked like a Travis, so that’s who he became in Troy’s m...