THE GYM JOB - Part 1

"THE GYM-JOB" Part 1 OF 3

A STORY OF FICTION BY CATMAN

It was Shane's final year at the University. This year he was living off-campus in a minuscule little efficiency apartment. Despite his scholarship and the stipend of money he received from his parents, it was never enough to cover all of his bills.

Each year, arriving back on campus, he had to seek some kind of a job for supplemental income. In the past, he had been a busboy, waiter and pizza delivery man. Shane felt that he had lucked out this year with a job working nights at a local gym. Little did he know that it would change his whole life.

Unlike other facilities in the city, this one catered only to men. It wasn't one of those macho muscle gyms where the guys all looked like they had over-dosed on steroids. The members here were mostly just average guys. There were only a few of those body-builder types.

In theory, the job was absolutely perfect! In the down time, he could hit the books to study. Occasionally, the men in the gym tended to be a distraction. He worked the late shift. (6 PM to closing at midnight.) He had to sign-in members, wipe-down and sanitize the different apparatus between their use, and to keep the locker-room clean.

 

 

 

At the time, Shane was in a personal conflict with himself, as he was trying to decipher his own "sexuality". He was inclined more to an attraction to men! However....he was really still conflicted!

He wasn't sure what to do with a man, but was pretty sure he didn't want to consider a woman anymore!

As part of his job, he could walk in to glance at the naked guys in the locker room or showers. He really liked looking at them. No one questioned his presence. Alone in his room, he started to masturbate while thinking about these hot naked guys.

 

 

 

Most of the time, he would just catch the guys as they dressed or undressed. At the end of the night, he collected underwear, jock-straps and sweaty t-shirts that were left behind. Not everything ended up in the "Lost & Found" box! He assembled a nice personal collection for himself! (He seemed to be partial to the aroma from a recently-used jock!)

On more than one occasion, he quietly creped into the locker room to watch guys having a personal sex encounter. Surreptitiously, he was learning what this "gay sex" was all about!

 

 

 

The year, past rather quickly, filling him with mental images that he would fantasize about. He hadn't tried any of the gay sex stuff yet. However, he had pretty much seen it all! (He witnessed: Blow-jobs, Rimming, Ass-Fucking.)

Then one night in April, he weathered a thunder-storm to arrive at work. The rain had been horrible all day and only a few people had showed up for their work-outs.