Chapter 16: Mark, by Surprise

After a month living behind the house, I had managed to save up a couple of hundred dollars from my horrible construction laborer job. My goal was to save up enough for a deposit on a rental, but since I was spending so little that it was an easy goal to achieve.

I decided that I could afford to spend a little money to improve my quality of life. There weren’t a lot of things I could change until I found a rental, but the one thing that I found the most annoying and distasteful was showering in the public change rooms.

So, after some research I found a newly-built gym not far from the house. It was modern, new, and they had a new member deal in which I had access to everything on a trial basis without having to sign a membership agreement.

The facility itself was a world of difference from the cold, mildew-ridden, concrete-walled prison aesthetic of the public change rooms. The gym change rooms were divided into two areas, one was a general changing area with lockers, and on the other side was a long hallway with individual shower stalls.

The shower stalls were mostly private with tall doors made of frosted glass. They were self-contained, with a little bench and hook to hand the towel on.

My first shower there was glorious. I actually felt clean for the first time in months.

When I told Kyle about it, he signed up as well.

Sam wasn’t interested. I haven’t talked a lot about Sam so far, but that’s because I didn’t really see him all that often despite the fact that we were sharing a cramped tent.

Sam was a good guy, but he was very, very northern. He had a really awful scraggly beard, his hair was long and greasy, and he dressed like a lumberjack. He was a real drinker, and on nights he wasn’t working he was typically wasted by nine or ten. Thankfully he was a quiet drunk and would just sit quietly and then go pass out.

On nights he did work, he’d typically crawl into bed at three or four in the morning. Kyle and I got up and left for work at seven, and Sam didn’t wake up until one or two in the afternoon. Then he’d be gone by the time we got home.

As the summer went on, the fire pit became the hub of the house. The roommates would often bring their friends to sit around and drink beer.

One weekend, Sam surprised us with the information that his sister and her boyfriend were in town and were stopping by to hang out with him at the fire pit.

I vaguely remembered Sam’s sister from high school, but what I did remember was that she was nice looking. Unfortunately, she shared Sam’s fashion sense and was always wearing jeans and flannel. She also suffered from terrible hair, an outdated 70’s Farrah Fawcett feathered thing.

But, I didn’t think much of it and promptly forgot.

Kyle and I had agreed to be roommates and we spent the day looking at potential places to live. A lot of the apartments were corporate owned and had a manager on premise, and a majority refused to even show us around because we were two young men.

Despondent, we stopped by the liquor store on the way home and bought a six pack. We walked through the hedge and into the back yard, surprised to see that there was a large group of people gathered around the fire pit.

“Hey,” said Sam, sitting in the middle of the crowd. “You guys know my sister Cathy, right?”

His sister smiled and waved, the light of the flames dancing on her face.

“Hey,” I nodded.

“Do you know her boyfriend,” asked Sam, “Mark?”

My mouth dropped open as my eyes met Mark’s. His eyes widened in shock.

“Uh, yeah,” I stammered. “I know Mark. Hey Mark.”

Mark slowly nodded.

“Hey.”

Kyle set up one of the decrepit lawn chairs and sat down, cracking a beer.

“Nice to meet you Mark.”

I sat down next to Kyle, and as I looked over to Mark, he looked away.

He was wearing shorts and a teeshirt, and he looked different. He had been working out, and his arms and forearms were bigger, and ripped. His chest and shoulders were clearly larger as well.

As the night went on, I waited for an opportunity when he wasn’t sitting next to Cathy and sat in the chair next to him.

“Hey,” I said. “How’ve you been?”

“Good.”

“So, you and Cathy eh.”

“Yeah, we’ve been together for about a year.”

“Ah, that’s nice.”

“She’s great.”

I took a sip from my beer.

“Looks like you’ve been working out?”

He looked at me surprised, then looked down at his forearms, turning them over.

“Nah,” he laughed. “I’ve been working in the bush.”

“I see.”

“But you’ve been working out huh?”

I was so fixated on how he looked that I didn’t stop to consider how much I’d changed since the last time we’d seen each other.

“Oh, uh, yeah. I haven’t been able to since I moved down here, but I just joined a gym.”

Mark nodded, the awkwardness between us undeniable.

The truth was, from what I could see, he looked amazing. I could only imagine what the rest that I couldn’t see looked like.

“You still talk to Nick?”

“Oh,” I said, surprised. “Yeah, he’s still up north. I’m trying to convince him to move down here.”

Again, Mark nodded silently. He turned to look me in the eyes.

“I really liked hanging out with you guys,” he said, a little sexy smile on his lips.

“Holy shit,” I thought.

“How long are you going to be here,” I asked, “maybe we can hang out a little bit while you’re here.”

He grinned.

“A week, but we’re staying with Cathy’s friends.”

“Fuck,” I thought. “That sucks.”

“Yeah, I pretty much live in this piece of shit tent,” I said, motioning to it.

Our eyes remained locked as he leaned back with that sexy grin.

I had to figure out a way to get him alone. There had to be some way. Then it came to me.

“Hey, want to come to the gym tomorrow? I can get you in as a guest.”

He looked perplexed.

“Trust me,” I said, giving him a look, “it’ll be fun.”

“Oh,” he said, thankfully getting it. “Uh, sure, that should be okay.”

I wrote down the directions and told him to meet me there the next morning.

When I woke up the next day, I quickly gathered up my gym gear and stuffed it in my duffel bag. It was a Sunday, and most things were closed but the little independent grocery store in our neighborhood kept long hours.

I searched through the pharmacy section and there, in the contraceptives section, I found a single, solitary little tube of KY. I grabbed it and hastily took it up to the cashier. She gave me a look as I paid, and I got out of there as quickly as I could.

I waited at the gym entrance for Mark, and after fifteen minutes or so a car pulled up and he got out.

“Hey,” I said as I walked up.

“Man, glad I found it.”

“Sorry my directions are so bad.”

Inside, I signed him in as a guest and we went to the change rooms. It was quiet, and there were only a few people in there, so I walked down to what appeared to be the quietest corner furthest away from everyone else.

The change room was just a big rectangular room with lockers around the perimeter and wooden benches bolted to the floor in front of them.

Mark was wearing jeans and teeshirt, and I sat on the bench as he got down to his underwear.

He looked absolutely stunning. His arms were now bigger, and more defined. His shoulders rippled as he moved, the little striations where his pectoral met his rib cage were clearly visible. And his abs, where before there was very little, now there was a rock hard six pack.

“Holy shit,” I whispered. “You look incredible.”

He looked at me, surprised. Then the sexy grin returned.

“It’s like we’re back in the change room behind my house.”

“I wish.”

After I changed, we went out into the gym and shot some basketballs. Then we bounced a volleyball back and forth for a bit. I showed him the weight room and we lifted weights for a bit.

“I’ve got to go soon,” he said. “Sorry.”

“Sure,” I replied. “Let’s go.”

Back in the changeroom, it was nearly empty. I took my duffel bag out of the locker, and walked towards the back row where the showers were. I motioned for Mark to follow me, he grabbed his bag and followed me with a confused look.

I looked back at him as we rounded the corner down the long hallway of shower stalls, and he grinned. I walked all the way down the furthest end and put my bag in the stall. I turned to watch as Mark threw his bag into the stall next to mine.

“Wait a minute,” he said.

I kept watch down the hallway to make sure no one was coming, then Mark walked around the wall dividing our stalls, gloriously naked, his rock hard cock swinging.

I quickly opened the shower door and he went in, grinning at me as I quickly threw off my clothes. He turned on the water, and I paused as I was about to walk through the door to grab the KY tube out of my bag. I tossed it on the built-in tiled seat in the shower stall as Mark closed the door behind me.

Our bodies slammed against each other as we kissed passionately, our rock hard cocks grinding against one another. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I greedily sucked on it as I ran my hand over his hard, ripped body.

I could stand it no longer and sat on the built-in seat. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and pulled him closer, slipping his hot, hard cock into my mouth.

I relaxed my lips and let them cover my teeth as I sucked him in, rippling my tongue along the bottom of his shaft. Then, I relaxed my tongue at the back of my mouth to block my throat so I could breathe and pushed him in further.

I looked up and locked eyes with him, his chest heaving with silent breaths. Then I pushed him in until I felt my gag reflex rising in my nostrils, and paused until it subsided. Finally, I pushed him the rest of the way in until my lips were wrapped around the base of his shaft.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You have gotten a lot better at this.”

I slid him out, swirling my tongue over the head of his cock at the top, and back in, tightening my lips when he was buried in my mouth. Then I slowly repeated, quickening my pace, as he put his hands on my head and began thrusting.