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I really wasn’t trying to turn this guy. I think what I really needed was a friend. But when I told this story is when I first heard people tell me ‘oh you’re flipping straight guys’. And that’s not what I was trying to do at all. 

So this story started when I was going through this incident at work. I had gotten promoted to a manager of a very large gym, in a very upscale part of the city. To everyone on the outside I was a star manager. My club was the highest grossing club nationwide in our business. But on the inside I hit a wall.

The biggest part of that… Amir, the man I was seeing, who I wrote about (I think the post was called “He Wore Nothing But A Towel And Flipflops” ), had left me, so abruptly. He one day just said he had to go home – to the UAE – and fix something with his father. I knew from Amir’s stories that his father knew about his sexuality. Amir was a powerful company person – to everyone else…but to me he was just the sweetest human I had ever met. But Amir’s family had money and influence. Amir was supposed to marry into some other family, instead he left his family and came here. Upsetting everyone. That’s how we met. Both runaways. Figuring out how to create the life we wanted. We matched. It was perfect. Then it was over. 

Looking back on it now, it was like I was in shock. I would see men that looked similar in stature to Amir come into my gym. And I would be so certain it was him. And then my brain would re-adjust and it would be someone who looked nothing like him, no melting smile, those dark eyes that would half moon when he smiled, and crinkle at the edges…nothing.

Amir and I even fucked in the locker room showers. He initiated it. One weekend we came to workout and the gym was very empty. He text me to come to his shower. I refused at first, but I was so drawn to Amir that I was slipping into his shower before I could really stop myself. Amir was a tender lover. So intune with my body, so intimate. But on that day he fucked me like a villan. Like hands around my neck choking me while forcing me to look deep into his eyes. Amir and I would take turns topping and bottoming. But if we ever had sex in the gym, he would top me. His dick was thick. Wide. Like take  four fingers (depending on the size of your hand) and hold them out. Like that. He split me open and clamped his hand over my mouth when I started to moan too loudly. It was incredible. 

I was still in this half shock state when I got a call from my old manager James, who is now regional sales manager and transitioning to VP of L&D. A corporate job. 

“Hey.” He said. His voice sounded low, almost conspiratorial. 

“Hey James.” I replied. I sensed something was off. But what could it be?

“Is there anything you need to tell me…” 

The conversation was a bit of a blur in my memory now. James told me that one of my front desk team members made an allegation about me. That I had propositioned him for sex on a gay dating app (that will remain nameless), and was harassing him at work. 

An investigation was launched. I remember shit hitting the fan when I exited the gym as he was coming in for work. We crossed paths. 

“Dude, what the hell are you trying to do to me.” I said. I know having contact with him wasn’t the best idea. I should have just kept walking. 

I remember he said something that implied he wanted money for silence.   

“What?” I didn’t figure out where he was going with this.

“Well you have that rich boyfriend, it shouldn’t be a problem.” He was talking about Amir. My Amir. 

That’s when I lost my ever-loving shit.

I don’t remember all that I said …I just remember my buddy Rick, who is building security, and like 6’4 300 lbs solid, holding me back. When I got outside the building and gained my bearings, I recalled the strained feeling in my throat. I was yelling something, I just don’t remember what. I remember being held back and clawing the air. I remember the smug satisfied look on Nate’s face as he watched me falling aside. 

I will never forget that look. 

I called James and my direct manager George and told them I would not be coming back into work for a while. And that I would work from home. I didn’t ask for permission. If they said no, they could discover someone else. They said it was okay. 

I spent the week at my apartment, working when I got a call from my friend Michael who I wrote about (My Workplace Bully). Michael still works at my original gym. He leads the sales team now. He had heard some gossip about my blowup at the club, and wanted to see if I was okay.He told me to come see him on his lunch break. And he requested that I bring him food.

I love Michael now. But he is still a little shit:)

I got burgers from his favorite place and we posted up in James’ old office. I told him everything that had been going on with me and the club. 

“Dude, that sucks.” Was just about all he managed to say before he was being called to go help one of his sales team members. Michael left and said he would be right back. 

I sat alone in the office and waited, when suddenly I heard a sound coming from the lobby that I knew far too well. 

“Let me speak to YOUR FUUUUCKKKING MAAAAAAANAAGGGERRRR!” The voice shouted. 

Uh-oh.

I instantly started to look for a place to hide. But just as I considered lunging underneath the desk, covering my eyes, and chanting ‘I’m invisible’. He walked up to the glass door. We made eye contact. His face was beet red, and he was breathing hard. I motioned for him to enter, but he was already opening the door. 

His name is Cesar. 

“Hey man, come in!” I said in my most innocent, cheery voice. I very professionally reached my arm out and slid the burger wrappers and half eaten fry treys to the other side of the desk. I could see the one star reviews being written about me now. This better go well. “What’s going on?” 

“YOUR FUCKING EMPLOYEE…” He took a breath and calmed himself slightly. “Is giving me a hard time.” His face was twitching with restraint. His hands were trembling. 

“I’m sorry they’re giving you a hard time dude, what about may I ask?” My tone was gentle. The wrong inflection and corporate would be asking why a manager under investigation for sexual harassment was camping out at a club he didn’t belong to, and fighting with the members. 

Cesar pointed to a kid outside the office, the kid looked 16 and unphased by his brother’s shouting and intensity. 

“That’s my little brother! I am his legal guardian! He has autism and doesn’t come in often enough to put him on my membership…so I pay for the day…but everytime I do, someones always GIVING ME A FUCKING PROBLEM!” His anger crescendoed again. I looked at the kid outside. Cesar looked all of 24 years old. My age at the time. I figure out people questioning his guardianship …but if someone told me that they were the legal guardian, I never challenged them on it. 

I know my superiors would say it was wrong. But I opened up a one-year paid in full (PIF)  in care of membership for Cesar’s brother. For free of course. Then I credited the max of six months back on his membership, for his troubles. 

I pulled out a plastic key card and attached the membership to the barcode on the key card and handed it to him. 

“This will get your brother in, no questions asked.” I said. He took the card and stared at it like it wasn’t real. 

“That’s …it?” 

“That’s it.” I replied. “The membership is now active.” 

Suddenly he started to cry. He tried to hold it back, and the more he did the more it spilled out of him. The weight on him was almost tangible. I could see him lighten up as he sobbed. When I wondered he was about to speak, he just cried some more. 

“Thank you.” He managed to say. 

“Thank you.” I replied. In light of everything that had been going on at my club, I was seriously considering leaving fitness altogether. Cesar had reminded me of why I never dreaded coming to work. I loved my job. I loved helping people. I loved my members. And some ass clown sociopath threatened all of that. I felt rejuvenated by Cesar. I felt re-purposed by him. And while the entire week I contemplated leaving my job in fitness…suddenly I felt the urge to fight.  

 “My brother is very routine, it’s so hard for me to get him out of the house…This is the one thing that we do together, that we both enjoy. It helps him with his anxiety…” As he continued, I had no doubts that this guy was the guardian, legal or not. I gave him my card and told him to reach out to me if he had any more trouble. 

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” I asked. I reached over and picked up a half eaten carten of cold french fries and shook them enticingly in his face. “Fries?” 

He smiled, and suddenly I noticed how freaking attractive he was. 

His skin was smooth and soft, his lips were full and Starburst fruit punch red. He had thick eyelashes and sharp brows that highlighted his alert eyes. His body wasn’t massive but it seemed very toned. His grey thermal hugged him so tightly it made me jealous. His ears were pierced with small diamonds that subtly caught the light and made his brilliant white smile seem to sing. He was bald, albeit he was wearing a hat, and he had a full thick beard. 

Cesar thanked me again and left. After me and Michael finished talking, I left but not before consoling the girl at the front desk who Cesar had screamed at. 

As I was making my way to my car my phone rang. It was Cesar. He thanked me for all the help and asked if there was anything he could do to pay me back. I told him no…but then a wondered occurred to me.

“Let me take you out.” I said. 

“What?” He replied.

“Let me take you on a date.” 

“Oh dude…I’m not…I don’t swing that way.” He said 

“I didn’t assume you did man…I just think, it’s been a long time since someone has taken you out.” I knew this was risky. “I’m not looking for sex or a relationship…just come out with me.” 

He hesitated but he agreed. I picked him up that night and we went to this high-end spa by my gym. I knew the owner, and he had been trying to get me to come in there for the longest time. He also wanted to place his products in my club. Cesar and I got the full VIP treatment. It was amazing. When they laid us out for the massage part, I had to discreetly adjust myself because I could hear Cesar softly moaning from the other side of the curtain. His soft cooing made me hard almost instantly. 

We went for dinner after that. And he talked the whole time. I could tell it had been a long time since anyone had really listened to him. Like Miguel. Like Junior. Like James. Like so many men that I had come across.

Cesar told me about how his dad left when he was young. How he’s been working since he was twelve, providing for his family. How he took power of attorney of his brother when he turned eighteen.  

We talked about everything. 

When I dropped him off back at home, he hesitated to get out of the car…opting instead to stretch out the conversation. Finally, he glanced toward his house – I think he was checking to see if anyone was watching – without warning he leaned in. 

Our lips touched. God this man knew how to kiss. It was deep and slow. Maybe it was a color association, but his lips really did taste like candy. I could feel our lust starting to connect. I felt the tip of his tongue slip past my lips and touch mine. I tell you there must have been a spark when that happened because an electric current was running through our bodies. 

He pulled off. Breaking the connection. “Thanks for everything.” My feet were still looking for the ground when I replied “Sure, man.” 

We soon became friends. Cesar and I hung out quite a bit. He even brought his brother once and we went to the park.  A few weeks later we went driving around in my car. Stopping at random places to eat.  We parked in a dark empty parking lot, and began talking. I loved the fact that we were growing so close. I liked that we weren’t having sex…at least so far. Recounting one of my encounters with him he said “So it’s pretty big huh?” 

“Well, that’s what people tell me.” I say sheepishly. 

“Take it out.” He said. His directness was kinda intimidating. 

“Well I’m not hard.” I said. I was quickly running out of excuses. 

He leaned into me. I could smell his sweet cologne. “Well, get it hard.” He kissed me in a way that was so dominant and bossy. It was like he commanded my cock to get hard. I was hard within seconds. 

“Okay, I’m ready.” I said, panting. I reclined my chair and unfastened my jeans. Inch by inch my cock comes out. I watched Cesar’s face to see his reaction. I love to see the surprised look. 

“Oh fuck bro, that’s big.” He said.

“Thanks man.” I said. Cesar, reached down and started jerking me off. His hands were impossibly soft. It was maddening. Then without warning Cesar plunched down on my cock, sucking the tip with his full lips. He kept the tip in his mouth while he jerked me with both of his soft hands. This was definitely his first time.

“Let me show you how it’s done dude.” I said to him. I pulled him off my cock. I noted the look of pure excitement on his face…he was having fun. I began to unfasten his pants. To my delight he was already rock hard. Eight inches, uncut, average girth. I take my time teasing his balls, shaft and finally pull the skin back. I take him all the way to his balls. I looked up, I don’t know if it was the way the streetlights shone on him but his eyes seemed to be tearing up. He kept shifting around like he didn’t know what to do with his hands. 

“Oh god!…oh my god!” He was saying.

Cesar gasps and grunts with pleasure. Before I knew it he unloaded down my throat. I was a good boy. I didn’t waste a drop. It took less than a minute of me sucking for him to cum. 

I pulled off of him and met his face. I still had some of his milk in my mouth as I kissed him deeply. 

Cesar got sort of embarrassed. I’m sorry bro, I’m sorry. But that was the best head ever! 

Cesar and I are friends to this day. We messed around a little more. But he got more serious with the girl he had been dating. 

Oh! The situation with Nate got handled too…but that is a long story that is detailed on the podcast. I would love to see you there. 

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Deepest Gratitude

J. Brooks

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