[PREVIEW] My Best Friend's Dad: The Steam Room

[PREVIEW] Chapter One

The glass doors part as Matt and I walk into the gym. Cool air hits us from the air conditioning; gray and yellow banners are splashed over every nearby surface, cup and microfiber towel.

"Hopefully Dad's done," says Matt as he lifts his hand to wave to the receptionist. She lets him in without a word, and we head through the tiny gate into the main gym. Guys and girls are working out on the huge machines. I scan the room for Matt's dad, Keith, almost feeling butterflies in my stomach at the idea of seeing him at the gym.

I don't know why I'm so nervous to see him. I've met him a couple of times outside of school. He's driven me home, I've had sleepovers, he's taken Matt and I to the local bowling alley. It's not like today should be any different. Maybe it's the idea of seeing my best friend's dad in nothing but a workout tank and sweats. Seeing his biceps on display. The sweat dripping down his chest. It feels intimate, almost.

"Earth to Grey," Matt says.

"What?" I snap to.

"Did you hear what I said?"

"Yeah, yeah, I heard you."

Matt shakes his head and looks me over with those familiar judgmental eyes. "Always in your head, Grey. Live in the moment, Grey." I swear I've had nightmares of him chanting that at me as I fail to ask a girl out for dinner.

"Got him," says Matt when he sees his dad at the back of the gym, on some equipment. I follow him over, and there he is: my best friend's dad, lying on his back on a bench, lifting a barbell or whatever you call it.

"You nearly done?" Matt asks the second he approaches. Keith lifts the barbell over his head and drops it onto the metal catcher things, before sitting up. He pulls his headphones out of his ears.

"Hey, boys," he says, shooting us a wide smile. I smile back automatically. "Hey," says Matt shortly. "How much longer are you gonna be?"

"Uh..." Keith glances towards me, before pushing himself off the bench. He makes his way over to me and I step back, hitting a shelf of weights.

"Sorry," I mutter, and Keith smiles, stepping forward again until I'm pressed back against the shelf. What's he doing? Is he trying to kiss me?

He leans over me, my nose practically touching his chest as he grabs something behind me. His musk fills my nose and I stand there frozen in place.

Oh. It's a towel.

"I still have to hit the sauna yet," he says as he pushes the towel up under his tank in front of me and wipes the sweat from his chest, and then from behind his neck and ears. I swallow hard as I try not to make this more awkward than it is, but something is stirring in me as I smell him. I can't totally work out what it is, but the heat in my chest is building. My legs are weakening.

Matt sighs and drops his head back. "How long's that gonna take?" Keith snaps his soaked shirt off and tosses it onto a bag. He stands there in front of me, his muscles glistening, his snail trail wet, leading down to his gray sweats, almost like he's daring me to look at him. To touch him.

It's then I realize what's happening. I'm hard. I'm hard as fuck. "Give me another 15, alright? Go get yourselves something to eat. My treat," Keith says as he smiles at me.

I smile awkwardly back and slide down to the bench to the left of us, leaning forward, covering my hard-on.

"Fine," says Matt. "Grey and I are gonna get some slushies then."

"Why don't you get something healthier? A green juice?" Keith says as he picks up his sports bag. 

Matt laughs. "Yeah, I'll get something green. Toxic waste green."

"Right-o," Keith says as he looks between us. "15. I'm gonna be in the steam room for 10, then hit the showers for 5."

"Okay?" says Matt, laughing and shaking his head at me as if it's Matt and I vs his dad or something.

I smile and twist at my hands as Keith walks off to the sauna, leaving through the nearby door. Something in me is telling me to follow him. Go in there. Just hang out with Matt's dad, what's the harm? A soak in the steam room sounds nice.

"You know, I think I might hang around here for a bit," I say to Matt. "I'm not really in the mood for more candy."

Matt looks at me and frowns. "What? Since when? You're a junk food freak."

"I don't know. I just don't feel like it right now," I say as I keep my body scrunched forward on the bench.

"Jesus, man, don't be like this," says Matt. "You're not suddenly all inspired to be healthy because of my dad right? You know he kills himself in the gym for hours to get that physique."

I shrug. "Nothing wrong with wanting to be fit, man."

"Where's the fun in that? Kale smoothies and buckwheat pancakes?" Matt fake-shudders.

I laugh and pull my backpack off, putting it on my lap as I remove my headphones from my bag. "Just gonna chill out. Maybe sign up for a membership or something..." I tease.

He scoffs and starts off towards the door. "I'll get you a diet slushie, fit boy. Don't you think you're getting away with this!"

I laugh as I watch him leave through the glass doors we just came in through, calling after him, "I'll be here!"

I make sure he's all the way gone before stuffing my earbuds back into my bag. My attention is back on the sauna doors.

I wonder how many guys are in there? I wonder if they're sitting around in their briefs or naked? I wonder if Keith is naked. What he looks like naked. He radiates big dick energy. I wonder if he matches up to that? I don't know why I'm sitting around thinking about my best friend's dad's dick, but I can't stop the urge to walk in there and see what it's like for myself.

Maybe I am just health-conscious, like Matt said. Maybe with all this junk food I've been having lately, I'm craving something else. A healthier body, a stronger body. Maybe this has nothing to do with him at all, and it's just me in pursuit of health.

Yeah.

I'm going in.

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