Breeding at the Fitness Club
My fitness club has been open for 15 months now. Membership has been building to the point where I can be "selective" in whom I encourage to join. I have a staff of 10 fitness trainers, all of whom take time to staff the front desk and assist members in achieving their fitness goals. Additionally, I have contracts with eight aerobics and spinning instructors. The building and land on which the fitness club rests is owned by someone else, as is most of the equipment that is prone to breaking down (like the elliptical walkers, treadmills, exercise bikes, and any pneumatic strength training machines). From my experience working out at other places, I know which kind of equipment seems to constantly need fixing. So, I've leased that equipment with 24-hour repair guarantees. I've written into the lease of the building the same kind of 24-hour repair requirements, including the dry sauna and the steam room in the men's dressing room and the dry sauna in the women's dressing room. In this climate (Portland), a leaking roof can drive away members. So far, the owners of the building and the equipment leasing companies have diligently repaired all submitted requests.
As owner of the place, I'm duty-bound to create an example for the members and staff. I'm 6'4", 225 pounds of sculpted muscle that attracts the kind of attention that my oversexed, white man libido enjoys. I'm an equal opportunity top who loves to fuck the ass of any in-shape man who desires a ride on my fat, 9" dick. I should mention again that I'm highly oversexed. My idea of a sexually satisfying day is four or five climaxes in several deserving manholes or throats. Word has gotten around that my fitness club is gay friendly, so discrete sex happens frequently in the showers, steam room, and sauna. I've been known to participate in some of that. Okay, a lot of that.
Generally, I'm in the club about noon, leave in mid-afternoon, and return about 5 p.m. and stay until I close the place at midnight. The contracted cleaning crew arrives at 2 a.m. and is finished before the club reopens at 5 a.m. One of my early rising trainers opens the doors and checks the saunas and steam room to be sure they are operating. I've turned them off for the cleaning crew before I leave at midnight.
The owner of the cleaning company knows that I expect the club to be spotlessly clean when we open in the morning. All the surfaces, including the floors must be cleaned and sanitized in the dressing/locker rooms. (There is a lot of cum spilled on the floors and benches of the sauna and steam room of the men's dressing room.) The floors and equipment in the workout areas must also be cleaned thoroughly each night. They are allowed one screw up before they are fired and I find someone else. So far, they've been completely diligent.
Today, when I arrived shortly after noon, the club was very busy. Many men were getting in an intense workout during their lunch hour. One of my favorites was sweating heavily as he rode one of the high-tech exercise bikes. He smiled and nodded when he saw me. I could tell by his smile that he was looking for a hot fuck in the steam room. My dick jerked at the thought. He's an incredibly hungry bottom who can take me somewhat easily and suck my nutt out with his ass muscles pretty quickly. After all, he has only an hour for lunch.
I surveyed the rest of the club to be sure I wasn't missing any of my regulars, and then strode into the dressing room. Only a few men were in there, as most were on the noon to 1 p.m. lunch schedule and were out in the main part of the club. Back at the front desk, I chatted with a couple of my trainers, encouraging them to drum up more business for themselves. I didn't take a cut of their fees as I got memberships out of their clients. And I thought it would motivate the trainers to round up more clients if they got to keep all the fees. They were free to set any fee schedule they liked, as long as they didn't poach on another trainer's clients with the promise of lower fees. If they wanted to include some free sex, that was up to them, but I warned them that this bordered on prostitution and advised them against it at the club. On their own hours, they could do as they chose.
Noticing that it was nearly 12:40 p.m., I walked back into the dressing room and headed for the showers with a towel strategically placed to obscure my burgeoning dick. The thought of that hot man's ass always made me hard. I rinsed quickly and strode into the steam room. Dim and murky as it was, I could tell I was alone. I sat on my towel and allowed the edge of it to cover my hard dick. Within another two minutes, my tryst partner arrived, freshly showered and eager to get bred.
He smiled and walked toward me. Bending over one of the benches, he pulled the towel off. His muscular ass swayed suggestively as his hand moved to my crotch and lightly stroked the full 9" length. "I really need this," he whispered. Although today was Friday, I had already loaded his ass twice this week. I guess he needed another one to get him through the weekend.
I smiled and moved behind him. He spread his ass cheeks with his big hands and pushed back into me. I knelt and kissed his ass cheeks. Then, my tongue speared his eager hole and ate him out the way he loves it. Probing deeper and deeper with my oral digit, I had him softly moaning in seconds. "Please, you gotta fuck me," he begged half a minute later. "I need a full tank before I go back to work." I knew he meant he needed an ass full of my baby batter and he was going to get my first nutt of the day. It would be a big load of five or six big shots and several dribbles of cum before I pulled out.
"This what you need?" I smirked as my big-headed dick slid between is saliva-dripping ass lips. His hips pushed back into me and his ass swallowed more than half my thick pole. I pulled back slightly and then pushed deeper. I made my dick jerk inside him as I neared full penetration.
"Yeah, Man! I love it when you do that," he breathed. "Fuck me good!"
An invitation like that couldn't be denied. Knowing his time was limited and that we could be interrupted at any moment, I kicked into top gear and plowed his eager butt with long, deep strokes. My climax quickly built as his ass muscles clamped and released, trying to get my nutt sooner rather than later. As if on cue, his asshole tightened and jerked as I pistoned in and out of him. He'd reached his climax early and I hurried to catch up. Within another 10 seconds, I was spraying his love tunnel with my dick gravy in huge creamy jets. I held his hips tightly against me, pumping hard to fill him up.
Leaving my dick to soak in his ass, I glanced over my shoulder to see if anyone was approaching the door to the steam room. The coast was clear. I leaned over his broad back and kissed him on the earlobe. "A great fuck as always," I whispered.
"I'd like to spend more time with you doing this, but duty calls," he sighed as he pulled away from our coupling.
"Come in the late evening or mid-afternoon when the place is less busy. I'll give you a double dose," I suggested.
"Uh, my wife wouldn't let me out of the house that long," he countered.
"How about mid-afternoon?" I pressed. He was a good fuck and I wouldn't mind spending additional time in his ass and giving him more of my seed. "Can't get away in the middle of the work day?"
"She'd know."
"She ever go out of town without you?"
"Hasn't yet and we've been married 15 years."
I sighed. "Well, I guess this is the best we can do and it is pretty damned good," I allowed.
"Yeah, the best," he agreed. "You're the only guy who has ever fucked me and I absolutely love it. You got all the things I love about sex with a man: a big dick, a big load, and a great body."
"Thanks," I blushed.
He left right afterwards. I relaxed in the steam heat and thought about where my life seemed to be. Sex was good here. I got to fuck a lot of hot guys, but it wasn't the same as having someone to greet you when you got home, to share good times and bad with, and to share a life with. I sighed. Many men had tried to pull me into a relationship, but there was always something wrong with him or me. They drank, they didn't have a job, they used drugs, they slutted around on me and I was demanding sex too often, my dick was too big to fuck their hole that much, and I was always at the club. They always suspected I was fucking every hot guy that came into the place when they weren't around. But, I wasn't. I only fucked around when I didn't have someone at home, even if I wasn't getting as much sex as I wanted there.
I sighed again and left the steam room. I showered once more and decided this was a good time get my workout in. An hour and a half later, I had blasted through some free weights, machines, and 40 minutes on the exercise bike. I hit the showers again and decided to check out the sauna. Dead. I moved over to the steam room and saw a guy I knew from the bars downtown. He was a decent sort, not a gym bunny like some men are, but a good body. I knew he wasn't a drinker because I'd watched what he drank at the bars: juice or water only. A towel covered his crotch as he leaned back against the bench behind him and spread his legs. I pulled my towel off and sat on it, giving him a good look at my lengthening dick. Chastely, I pulled the end of the towel over my crotch, making sure he could still see that it was getting bigger.
He checked me out and licked his lips. I glanced at his covered dick and noticed his tent pole was rising quickly as it throbbed to full hardness. His towel "accidently" fell away. Mine followed. He reached over and stroked my hard dick, and then moved closer. His mouth closed over the big head of my dick and he sucked voraciously. He moved in front of me in an attempt to get my fat dick down his throat, but it wasn't working. However, his lips and stroking hand had me moaning within seconds.
I leaned over his back and played with his ass as he sucked me harder. His ass wiggled under my big hands and probing fingers. "I think you need this in your ass instead of your mouth," I offered.
"I doubt I could take it in either hole," he countered. "You're so fuckin' big!"
"How about if you sit on my face and suck me off? I know that'll make me nutt, if that's what you're after," I suggested. He eagerly complied. My tongue raced up his hole and I ate him out, making his dick jerk against my chest. His mouth returned to my dick and resumed the blowjob. He may think that I'm too big for his ass, but someone had fucked and bred him recently. I tasted cum as I rimmed him deeper. And that set me off. I blasted a series of warm sprays into his mouth, pumping out a good load for him to swallow. His dick rubbed furiously against my chest as my tongue continued to probe his fuck hole. He moaned loudly and shot his load, grasping my tongue with his clenching hole as he rode my face.
A minute later, he pulled off my dick and turned around. He kissed me, sharing my load. Then, he licked his load off my chest and shared that, too. "You're such a hot man!" he exclaimed. "I only wish I could take you up my ass, but you're just too big."
"Are you sure?" I queried. "Someone recently loaded your ass. I could taste him," I revealed.
He blushed furiously. "Well, uh, he's got an average dick and makes me nutt when he fucks me."
"I could, too," I smiled.
"Just your tongue up my ass did that!" he laughed. "Of course, the taste of your big load helped."
"Glad to help in any way I can. All part of the personal service at The Get Fit Club.
"You should change the name to The Get Fucked Club," he smirked.
"You aren't the first to suggest that, but I don't think it would be allowed by the business licensing bureau downtown."
"Probably not," he allowed. "But, word is out that this is a great place to work out and release some tensions. Hopefully, that doesn't attract the trolls."
"We have a screening process that should hold that to a minimum," I volunteered. "All very legal, of course."
"Of course."
He gave my slowly shrinking dick another suck to capture any lingering cum and left the steam room. I had errands to run before I returned to the club in the early evening. With one last run through the shower, I dressed and went home. I made out a grocery list, shopped, went through my mail (most of it trash), and took a power nap.
When I woke up, my dick was hard. I had to piss, but I wanted to pump out a load, too. Assuming that I'd find someone to help me with the latter, I rolled off the bed and went into the bathroom to accomplish the former.
I returned to the club about 5:30 p.m. My dick was making a pronounced mound in my shorts, even with a jock on. I breezed by the front desk and headed for the dressing room. I met one of my regulars coming out. "Troll alert," he whispered as he brushed by me. Fuck, I thought. My dick needs to squirt and I got a dog-in-the-manger thing going on. Well, I considered, he can't be in the sauna and the steam room at the same time. Wrong again. He was moving back and forth between them regularly, so there was no chance of getting something started. Men were coming out of the sauna and steam room with disgusted expressions. I did a U-turn and went back to the front desk. Paging through the recent check-in log, I located our "problem." He had joined about a year ago, but I'd seen nothing of him until today. He must usually come in the morning or mid-afternoon. I asked the other trainers if they knew the guy. One of them volunteered that he usually was a morning person. He didn't really workout, but tended to loiter in the dressing room. After a few hours, he'd leave.
"Perhaps, he's looking for `fresher pastures'," he suggested.
"Well, he's driving away others," I discretely observed. "When does his membership expire?" I mused to myself. I checked the record further and noticed that his membership lapsed next week. Determined to handle this myself, I waited for him to appear. Meanwhile, I noticed several of my regular fucks enter and exit the dressing room with only enough time in between to shower and get dressed. This couldn't continue!
Finally, he appeared. "Mr. Charles, could I have a word with you about your membership?" I smiled as he approached. I steered him to one of the desks my trainers used. "Mr. Charles, I'll come right to the point. Your membership expires next week and I was wondering if you were going to renew?"
He nodded and said that he probably would, if the price was right. I smiled winningly and said, "Well, we could continue at your current level for another year or we could go day to day."
"What's the price difference?"
"Annual memberships are $580, plus an additional $100 for initiation fees, which we'll waive, of course," I began. He blanched at the price. His membership shortly after the club opened was $200 for the year, plus $20 per month. "Or you could go to daily if that's too high. That's $15 per visit. Or we could go with $60 per month."
"Fuck! That's too much. That's way more than I paid when I joined," he blustered.
"I'm sorry you feel that way, but that was an introductory offer, which we no longer have. Would you prefer to go to daily?" I offered with the sweetest smile I could muster. The guy was butt-ugly, grossly obese, and I'm not sure his skin had ever seen the sun.
"That's too rich for my blood, too," he sighed. "I guess I'll have to find another gym."
"We'll be sorry to lose you," I said, not meaning a syllable of it. "However, your membership here doesn't expire until Monday of next week, so you have through Sunday here." I knew full well that was only two days away.
"Oh, goody," he snarled. He rose and left, waddling through the door, hopefully never to be seen here again.
"Well done," my buffest trainer laughed. "He wouldn't consider working out, or getting a trainer to help him lose some of that flab and get into some kind of shape (other than round). I talked to him twice about it."
"You did what you could, and so did I," I smiled like a Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland.
With that unpleasantness out of the way, I decided to try the dressing room again, but everyone had departed that I had an interest in. The ones still working out were straight, married guys who didn't appeal to me for various reasons.
With little else to do, I decided to tackle some bookkeeping I'd been putting off. I wrote some checks, having noticed a healthy bank balance from my last statement. Monthly dues were keeping me afloat very nicely. I went out to dinner with two of my trainers and then returned after 10 p.m. At that hour, there was one trainer and me. He was at the front desk and greeted me when I came in. "Very quiet," he said. We chatted about nothing in particular, but did descend into gossip (data exchange) about some of the men whom we thought were potential fuck buddies for me, besides the ones I was already playing with. A little after 10:30 p.m., he suggested, "You wanna go home early, Boss? I can handle the closing up."
"Nah, I'll stay, but you can leave, if you like," I offered.
"My boyfriend doesn't get off work until 11:30, so I'm stuck here until nearly midnight anyway," he sighed. His boyfriend was totally awesome. He was tall, muscular, had an incredible bubble butt, and a big dick, to hear the trainer talk about him. I'd met him several times when he'd come in to pick up his lover. They looked really good together and had a bond that went well beyond fuck buddies.
I reconsidered. Should I leave or stay? I had just about made the decision to go home when a mountain of a man pushed open the door and walked up to the desk. I rose and greeted him. "Welcome to The Get Fit Club. You're new, right?" He smiled broadly and nodded. "We have several levels of membership including daily, but you can use a free pass for a week to determine if you like us or not," I babbled, nearly drooling over the man. He had to be 6'7", 260 pounds of black muscle. His head was shaved and the goatee on his chin gave him a sinister look that I found infinitely appealing. My mind instantly wondered what it would be like to sit on it. I wasn't getting any gay vibes, but I was hopeful anyway. "Let me walk you around the place, so you'll have a better idea of what we have to offer," I purred. He nodded and gave me a slow check-out. Now, I was getting some vibes that showed more than passing interest. He virtually ignored the trainer standing next to me. Hopefully, he likes tall, white men, I sighed internally.
He knew what all the equipment was for, so I hurried through that. I took him into the dressing room, showed him the private showers (big enough to hold two men fucking), the dry sauna, and the steam room. The pungent smell of cum wafted out of the latter two rooms. I didn't say anything about it, and neither did he. I did notice he licked his lips though. "I've heard good things about this club," he finally admitted. "I'll take you up on that free pass, so I can really get a feeling for it. This is about the time I would normally come in. Is it always this empty?"
"Friday nights and Saturday nights generally find our members home by now, getting ready to go out. They were in earlier getting their work outs. Sunday is even more dead," I admitted. "Is that a problem?"
"Not at all," he said. "I prefer not to have to fight for equipment and space in the showers or steam room."
This was all very promising. "I'll leave you to it, then," I smiled. "I assume you brought your own lock for the lockers?" He nodded and rummage around in the bottom of his gym bag for a couple of seconds before he produced a combination lock.
"Ready to go," he smiled. I turned and left before my hardening dick betrayed my interest in him.
When he came out of the dressing room, I nearly swooned. What a body! He wore a tight, red tank top and snug, white, cotton shorts. The requisite athletic shoes and socks completed the look. He wasn't coal black, but more of a deeply tanned muscle god. I offered to spot him when he attempted the heavier weights. He thanked me and I took up my position. He looked up at the bar, grasped it in the appropriate places and began his reps. I couldn't help but notice that he was looking at my swollen crotch the entire time he was lifting. My dick was hard and my jock stretched. There wasn't anything I could do about it or wanted to do about it. It pays to advertise, I said to myself. When he rested between sets, I checked out his crotch as well. The shorts were definitely tighter than before. His jock was holding him in securely, too.
With his sets finished, he thanked me for the assistance. "All part of the personal service I like to give at The Get Fit Club," I grinned. I wanted to suck on those erect nipples so badly and cup his big crotch bulge while I did it. But, I restrained myself. "But, we do close at midnight. You knew that, right?"
"Yep," he replied. "I'll be gone before midnight."
"No real need to rush," I backpedaled. "I'm closing tonight, so I can lock up and let you enjoy a long shower and steam if you want to before I turn out all the lights and go home."
"Thanks, but I don't think I'll be working out much longer. Today is just working the muscles, no cardio." But, he did work out longer anyway. By the time he finished, it was 11:45 and the trainer was leaving with his boyfriend. I bid them good night, and locked the door behind them. He heard the door bolt slide home and glanced up at the clock. "Damn! I didn't think it was this late already. I'll get outta here fast."
"No need to rush. I'm in no hurry to get home. I'll just turn off some lights and equipment while you finish up and get in the shower," I volunteered.
He smiled and walked toward the dressing room. I quickly went through my closing routine and raced in after him. He was just pulling a towel out of his gym bag when I joined him. I couldn't help but glance at his beautifully big bubble butt and a large, black tube hanging between his legs. It had to be seven inches long already. My butt puckered and my mouth watered. I smiled at him and started to strip off my clothes to take a shower, too. He lingered a little longer, grabbing soap and lotion. I couldn't help but notice that he checked out my ass and dick (mainly because my shorts and jock were the first items of clothing I took off. The shoes, socks, and shirt could come later.). Clearly, he appreciated the view. His dick surged and started to lengthen and rise.
Yes! Confirmed that he likes men! My dick was rising too. By the time we were in the shower, both of us sported raging hard-ons. He smiled at me, checked out my dick again, and then turned on his shower. I admired his incredible muscle ass before I took the shower stall next to him. I rinsed, soaped up my dick and ass and pits, and then rinsed again. We exited our showers at the same time and grabbed our towels. He headed for the steam room. I joined him eagerly. He sat on his towel and spread his legs. His big dick flopped up against his hard abs.
I sat near him, repeating what he'd done. I leaned back and closed my eyes for a moment. When I glanced over at him, I caught him staring at my throbbing dick. He was fondling his monster as he watched me. I reached over brazenly and stroked his huge phallus. He returned the favor. I leaned in and took the big head between my lips and sucked. I tasted salty precum. His huge hands gently rested on the back of my head. I moved in front of him, so I could swallow more of his 10" battering ram. I wasn't any more successful than the guy who tried to blow me this afternoon.
But, I still did my best to service him. Using my hand, lips, tongue, and the back of my throat, I did the best I could. My other hand hefted his big balls and quickly noted that they were drawn up tightly against the base of this thick fuck post. He moaned softly and his hips jerked at the same time his dick did. This guy was fast on the trigger! Either he hadn't nutted in a long time or I was a great cocksucker. I doubted it was the latter. Perhaps, he was turned on so much that he couldn't hold back. In any event, he sprayed hard into my mouth and jerked and jerked with more jets of cum into my hungry maw. I swallowed once and he kept pumping out dick gravy. I swallowed again, and he still sprayed nutt into me. I'd counted eight heavy sprays into my mouth and he was still pumping juice. This guy is a cum factory. I love that!
I didn't pull off for another minute, allowing him time to come back to earth and to drain every last drop of his baby batter. "Fuck, that was good!" he finally exclaimed. "Sorry about how quickly I nutted. I just couldn't help it," he apologized.
"I didn't mind at all," I smiled. "All part of the personal service I enjoy delivering to special members."
"But, I'm not a member."
"You qualify, I'm sure," I grinned, squeezing his slowly deflating dick. I licked off a stray pearl of cum that oozed out and then I sat up.
"Thanks. That was amazing," he crowed. "I hope I didn't drown you."
"You may have tried, but I love cum directly from a big dick, so I was eager to take it all," I sighed. "You do cum a lot. How many wads of nutt did you spray?"
"Probably six or seven, maybe more," he allowed.
"And there was a lot of juice in each jet," I grinned. "Loved it!"
"I'd better let you get home," he said, rising from the bench. "It must be after midnight by now. I apologize for delaying you."
"It was well worth it," I assured him.
I walked into the nearest shower stall and he followed me in. "I thought I could help," he smiled, pressing his still thick dick against my ass. His arms reached around me and his fingers found my sensitive nipples. I tried to twist away, but that only pushed me harder against his dick. One of his hands fell to my crotch and he slowly stroked my erect member. He slowly squatted behind me, kissing my back and ass as he descended. Both of his broad hands moved to my ass and he spread my cheeks. I moaned when I felt his hot breath against my asshole. He leaned in and kissed it, and then began rimming me like I was the tastiest candy he'd ever found. His goatee rubbed against my tender pucker and my knees nearly collapsed under me. It was better than I had imagined. A minute later he was standing behind me; his recently deflated dick was now hard as steel and burrowing between my wet ass cheeks. "From the moment I first saw you, I wanted to fuck this incredible ass of yours," he whispered in my ear.
I turned around, not ready for his mammoth dick up my ass quiet yet. "You're amazing!" I purred, kissing his full lips. "How is your dick hard again so soon?" I asked, squeezing his steely ass ripper.
"Inspiration!" he answered.
I turned him around and sank to my haunches. "And I wanted to eat that ass of yours from the first time I saw you," I countered. Dutifully, he bent over and I immediately gave him the best rimming I could. He moaned and begged for more tongue as he spread his big muscle butt with his hands. I stood and rubbed my hard 9" against his wet hole. He clamped his big ass muscles and held my dick tightly. Saliva on his ass had lubed my dick. I was so close to a huge climax as he clenched and unclenched his butt. If he hadn't pulled away, his ass would have been drenched in my nutt. With a shudder, I backed away from my impending climax cliff. He leaned in and kissed me again. "I want to take you home and do this right," he ventured. "We have a lot of unfinished business."
We rinsed off again and headed to our lockers. "Oh, sorry about not helping you get off. I was so taken by your skills at sucking me off, and your ass is so inviting, and your dick pressed against my hole...," he groaned. "Completely thoughtless! I didn't even think of your needs."
"Don't worry about it," I laughed. "I got a huge load out of that monster dick of yours. I'm well satisfied."
I turned and pulled my underwear and socks out of my locker. I bent over and started to unbundle my socks when I felt him behind me. "Are you sure I can't make it up to you?" I felt his big dick press against my ass, specifically between my ass cheeks. I leaned back into him. His dick started to jerk between my cheeks. I pulled my butt cheeks apart and captured a few inches of the thick shaft. I looked over my shoulder and noticed his gaze was squarely on my ass. One hand had grabbed the base of his dick and he was aiming that monster at my hole. He pressed the big head gently against my back door and whispered, "I'm sure I can make you happy."
Could I take a monster like that up my ass? It had been over a year since I got fucked and it wasn't by a horse dick like his. "Uh, I'm not sure I'm ready for that huge dick of yours. I haven't been fucked in a while."
"I know how to be gentle," he whispered seductively. "I promise not to hurt you. I want you to enjoy it so much that you'll want to do it again and again. I think you're incredibly hot."
His precum leaking dick had already entered my ass, the head securely clamped by my well-rimmed ass lips. I hadn't let the thick shaft in yet, but with lube and some time, I knew I could take him. I pulled away and heard a soft pop as he exited my ass. Turning around, I knelt in front of him and licked more precum from the head. It tasted salty with a hint of ass on it. He pulled me to my feet and kissed me hungrily. I returned his ardor. My hands grasped his big muscle butt and squeezed. "If you let me eat that beautiful ass, again, I'll let you try to fuck me," I agreed.
He grinned widely. That smile of his could melt any resistance. "Let's go to my place. I'm not far away," he suggested. I was hooked and couldn't back out now. I shut down the heaters in the steam room and sauna and opened their doors for the cleaning crew. I grabbed my gym bag and headed out. Turning off all but the security lights, I quickly went into the women's dressing room and turned off that sauna, too. Leaving the door there open, I joined my new fuck buddy near the front desk. "Follow me over?" he asked. I nodded and locked the front door behind us.
What was I doing? I don't even know this guy's name. And here I am, going to his place to get my butt wrecked. This was not the smartest decision you've ever made, I told myself. But, my dick jerked in my shorts and all thoughts of not following him vanished.