This story is entirely fictional, and any resemblances to actual persons are completely coincidental. Actual locations are mentioned, and are used for 'background' only.
This story happens during the period of time when my earlier story, 'Phalen,' ends.
Many of the character's names are Finnish. For those who wish to know how they are pronounced, read on.
Mikko - MEEK-ko Paavo - PAW-vo Joel - YOE-el Halonen - HALL-oh-nen
Roy roynm@mac.com
Leith - chapter 16
Mikko followed Andrew down the hallway, heading for the gym's locker room. During dinner the night before, he asked if Andrew knew of a good gym. He gestured to his surroundings and joked that if he continued to eat at restaurants and like he had been at his brother's that he'd soon not be able to get into his pants. Andrew had offered to show him his gym.
Andrew held the locker room door open for him and rubbed his open palm over Mikko's back as he passed. Mikko grinned as they stepped into a room smelling of men. Mikko took a deep breath and smiled when he saw Andrew do the same thing. "I've always loved locker rooms," he admitted. Andrew nodded.
"Me too."
Mikko stood aside while Andrew stepped past and gestured for him to follow with a slight nod of his head. He led them down a long empty row of lockers and then turned left, to an alcove surrounded by lockers on three sides. Mikko sat down on the bench and looked around as Andrew dropped his bag and opened an empty locker.
"Why is the place deserted? We're the only ones here." The sound of his voice echoed in the empty room.
"It's Friday, and it's always like this after work. I like Fridays because I can unwind without all the chatter and horseplay that normally goes on in here." He leaned back against a locker and crossed his arms.
Andrew studied Mikko's upturned face, his curly black hair and green eyes with their dark eyelashes. He grinned and lowered his voice. "Are you bothered by my touching you, like when we came into the locker room?" He paused a moment to see if there was a response. "If you are I'll stop, but I'm hoping you don't mind."
"Mind?" Mikko moved to straddle the long wooden bench. He had decided wearing dress clothes to oversee construction of his office didn't make sense, and was already wearing a pair of shorts and polo shirt. He released the straps to his gym bag and felt them slide against his leg on their way to the floor. Andrew continued to study him with crossed arms and a slight smile on his lips.
"No, don't stop . . . touching. I enjoy it." Mikko grinned and lowered his eyes, surprised that he felt like an awkward teenager. "I'm just not any good at taking the first step in things like this. I don't have a lot of experience, you see." He stuttered to a stop. "I mean with guys." He looked up at Andrew and felt a blush on his cheeks. Andrew's grin grew into a smile. "I've spent so many years ignoring the part of me that wants to be with a man that I don't really know how to behave." Mikko looked around, intimidated by Andrew's presence.
'Damn,' he thought. 'Joel never affected me this way.' He realized Andrew was still watching him.
"Does Larry use this gym too," he asked, trying to think of something to say to fill the silence. Andrew nodded and removed his shirt hanging it in his locker before turning back to Mikko who was watching intently. Andrew rubbed a hand over his hairy chest, sighed gently, and then grinned. "Sensitive nipples," he muttered, and then purposely teased each one with the tip of a forefinger.
Mikko took a deep breath and nodded. "I'll have to remember that for future reference."
Andrew chose to ignore the comment, but Mikko could tell he had heard every word. "Larry and I used to come to this gym together. Since he's become involved with Brad, we still see each other but he spends most of his free time with Brad . . . a wonderful person, by the way." He moved to straddle the bench, facing Mikko who was still sitting. Their knees were almost touching.
"Are you thinking I'm somehow being unfaithful to Larry?" Mikko shook his head, captivated by the sight of Andrew's hairy chest. "When he and I were seeing one another, I would never have even touched another person like I touched you a couple minutes ago. But, Larry and I aren't having sex any longer. We're very good friends. He's in love with Brad, and I am free to do whatever I wish." He took a deep breath and then released it slowly.
"I was pretty upset about the two of us deciding to go our own ways. In fact, I was not feeling too good about it until the day I met you." Mikko smiled. "Somehow, my entire perspective on . . . things . . . changed when you shook my hand." Mikko smiled broadly.
"I bet you say that to every guy you bring to the gym." Andrew became quiet.
"No, Mikko, I have never said that before, because I've never felt this way before." He slowly reached out and took Mikko's hand with both of his, gently massaging his thumbs over the palm as he held it. Mikko watched and then gently grasped the hand in return. They watched one another, barely breathing. Somewhere in the background there was a steady drip of water, probably from the nearby showers. There was the distant sound of someone talking and the sound of footsteps in the corridor outside the locker room.
"If you'd like." Andrew spoke barely above a murmur, his eyes never leaving Mikko's "I'd very much enjoy getting to know you better, Mr. Halonen." He winked. "I especially want to experience that exhibitionist streak you spoke of at dinner last night." Mikko smiled and rested his other hand on top of Andrew's.
"It's not something I can just turn on or off. It's there and sometimes it manifests itself. I don't have a whole lot of control. I'm not an exhibitionist all of the time." He looked at their clasped hands, and then at Andrew's face. "What about you? Have you ever done anything in a group setting?" Andrew shook his head.
"No, I'm afraid not." He paused a moment and then grinned. "Well, there was sort of a group thing in the steam room the other day. There were four of us masturbating in front of one another and then shooting onto another guy's face." He grinned at Mikko's intent expression. "He asked us to." Mikko nodded and grinned as he raised his expressive eyebrows. "I find the idea of watching and being watched extremely exciting though," Andrew continued. In fact I masturbated last night, thinking about being in such a situation with you."
"Me?"
"You bet! And, don't act so surprised. Haven't you ever had a guy tell you how sexy you are?" Mikko shook his head.
"No, only my brother, and he's not exactly objective." Andrew laughed and released Mikko's hand.
"Well, you've got about half the secretaries in Larry's firm whispering about what a hunk you are. And a couple of the attorneys too, or so Larry tells me."
"Really?" Andrew watched Mikko's pleased expression. "You've masturbated thinking about me?" Andrew nodded and smiled.
"Don't forget the exhibitionist thing. The two of you are sort of inseparable, in my fantasies at least." He gave Mikko's hand a squeeze and then stood. "Well, if we're going to work out, we have to change." He stood and rummaged about in his gym bag. Mikko remained seated, seemingly lost in thought. He looked up when Andrew stepped out of his slacks and then hung them neatly in the locker. Andrew looked over his shoulder and grinned.
"Are you going to change?"
"Yeah, in a minute." Mikko's brows were drawn down slightly as he studied Andrew's long legs and well developed calves. He looked up as Andrew dropped his boxer briefs and threw them into the locker.
Andrew had a distinct tan line and the white muscles of his ass cheeks flexed as he shifted his weight from one leg to another. "Damn," Mikko murmured loud enough for Andrew to hear. "What a sight!" Andrew smiled to himself and decided to give his friend a little show, thinking that maybe he did have a little of the exhibitionist streak in him as well. He turned his profile to Mikko.
"You like?" Andrew cupped his testicles with one hand and stroked his cock with the other, causing it to thicken a bit. Mikko nodded slightly, licked his lips once, and didn't take his eyes off the man in front of him. Andrew turned away from Mikko and ran his hands over his butt cheeks, asking once again if Mikko liked what he was seeing. Mikko nodded silently, captivated by the sight of Andrew continuing to knead the cheeks of his own butt. As his hands moved he left behind pink marks that slowly faded.
"I didn't hear you, Mikko," Andrew cooed, looking over his shoulder. He gave a husky chuckle when Mikko groaned a response.
"Would you like to see more?" Andrew continued to straddle the wooden bench and then backed up, moving closer to the man who sat mesmerized, watching his every move. Mikko croaked an answer, his eyes never leaving Andrew's hands and the way they continued to knead his own ass cheeks. "What would you like to see?" Andrew's voice had taken on a hypnotic quality. Andrew's butt was no more than a foot from Mikko's face.
"Your hole," came the murmured response. "Show me your hole . . . please." Andrew was beginning to breathe heavily, excited not only by what he was doing, but by Mikko's reaction. He bent forward slightly and spread his ass cheeks wide with both hands. He knew he was having an effect when Mikko groaned.
"Touch it," Andrew ordered, with a hint of command in his voice.
"Yes sir," came the quick murmured response. Mikko slowly reached up and traced a forefinger around the edge of the pucker, centered in its light halo of hair. Mikko licked his finger and began running the moistened finger firmly over the hole, teasing it and feeling the muscles of Andrew's anus relax and contract in reaction to the touch of his finger. At the same time, he cupped Andrew's low-hung testicles with his free hand, feeling their weight and moving them gently in their sac.
Suddenly Andrew straightened and stepped over the bench facing Mikko, grinning when Mikko's eyes focused on his erection below its thick patch of dark brown pubic hair. It appeared as if Mikko was in a trance. His only movement was the constant massaging of his own cock through his shorts.
"Do you like this side as well as the back?" Mikko licked his lips and nodded, his eyes never leaving Andrew's erection. Andrew moved slightly closer. The wide, flaring head of his erection was now less than an inch from Mikko's mouth. Still, Mikko did not move. Andrew was determined to get a reaction. He moved his hips slightly forward, and dragged the head of his erection with its prominent piss slit across Mikko's cheek, leaving behind a glistening clear stream of precum. He wiped the head of his cock across Mikko's other cheek and then stopped immediately before the slightly parted lips. He could feel the warm breath each time Mikko exhaled. Once, twice. The third breath was accompanied by a low moan and Mikko slowly extended his tongue just enough to lap across the wide slit and the dangling strand of precum.
Andrew bit his lip and tried not to move, entranced by Mikko's actions. After only a few moments, Mikko quickly glanced up and saw Andrew's smile of encouragement. In one move he leaned forward and engulfed the head and half the length of Andrew's penis in his warm mouth.
Andrew hissed an indrawn breath at the feeling of Mikko's tongue and throat muscles milking his cock. Mikko buried his face in Andrew's pubes and then reached out and grabbed onto his ass cheeks and pulled him close, barely moving back and forth along the length of Andrew's dick, instead letting his tongue and throat muscles do the work.
"Holy shit," Andrew hissed. He knew he wouldn't last long with such expert treatment. This was wonderful, but he didn't want to shoot down Mikko's throat, no matter how expertly he was being milked. As his orgasm became imminent, he put his hands on either side of Mikko's head and pulled him away slightly. A clear strand of pre cum connected his penis to Mikko's slightly parted lips. He watched as the clear thread drooped and then broke, leaving a trail over Mikko's already wet chin. Mikko extended his tongue, intent on bringing Andrew to orgasm.
"Stop," he murmured. "I want to watch it shoot into your mouth. I love seeing my sperm coat a guy's tongue." Mikko gave a slight nod and then opened his mouth and extended his tongue slightly, watching every move in front of him.
Andrew began to slowly masturbate himself, resting the head of his cock on Mikko's extended tongue. He bent his knees slightly and thrust his hips forward, gasping for breath as he stimulated himself. As his orgasm overtook him he abandoned himself to the feeling. His fist stopped moving the moment the first jet of sperm shot into Mikko's waiting mouth. He could hear Mikko's reflexive swallow as the sperm hit the back of his throat.
The second shot coated Mikko's tongue and some escaped, drooling out the side of his mouth and down his chin. Finally, Andrew was totally spent. He tilted Mikko's head back with a finger.
"Let me see my sperm in your mouth." It was an order. Mikko opened his mouth wider and Andrew could see Mikko's tongue resting in a pearl-white pool. "Damn, that looks nice," he murmured, wiping his forefinger over Mikko's lips and then moving inside Mikko's mouth. He rubbed his finger over Mikko's tongue and lips feeling his own cum before he gave the order.
"Swallow." Mikko closed his mouth and swallowed loudly and then stood up, taking Andrew by the shoulders and backing him against a wall of lockers. Without a word he took hold of Andrew's head and began a passionate kiss.
"Taste your own sperm, hot man," he murmured before once again attacking Andrew's mouth. "The next time you taste your own sperm will be when you lick my asshole clean after you've unloaded inside me." Mikko didn't give Andrew an opportunity to speak. Between kisses he continued.
"You are going to fuck me, aren't you . . . Andrew?" His voice was rough with passion. "You're going to fuck me hard and deep . . . just like I like it." Andrew groaned and felt himself begin to thicken, in response to Mikko's words and the tongue fighting with his. Mikko tenderly stroked Andrew's penis, bringing it to another erection. "I want to feel this long cock slide into me and feel your weight on top of me as your cock pulses as it pumps my butt hole full of your stuff." He licked across Andrew's cheek and then over his neck with a broad stroke of his tongue. "Would you like to fuck me, hot man? Would you like to shoot such a big load into my hole that it can't hold it all and your sperm drools out?" Andrew groaned louder. "And, then you can lick my hole clean."
"God yes, Mikko. I've wanted you since the moment I saw you," he breathed. "I want to do everything with you."
"Good," Mikko purred as he unzipped his shorts and then dropped both them and his tight underwear to the floor, urging Andrew to sit down on the bench with a firm pressure on his shoulders. "You can start by letting me see my sperm coat your mouth." He reached forward with his left forefinger for Andrew to suck while he masturbated himself. It didn't take but a few strokes and he laid his cock head on Andrew's waiting tongue.
"Open wide, Andrew. I'm going to shoot one of the biggest loads you've ever eaten into your mouth." Like Andrew had done before him, Mikko aimed the head of his cock directly at Andrew's waiting mouth. The orgasm was so strong he had to reach out with one hand and brace himself against the nearby lockers.
Brett inhaled deeply as he entered the gymnastics training facility thinking how much he loved the smell of a gym. He always had, ever since he was a child and his father had taken him to his gym for swimming lessons and he had seen his first naked adult.
He didn't remember much about the man he had been staring at other than how hairy he was, and the size of his cock. He often smiled to himself when he recalled his father sitting down next to him on one of the locker room benches, and murmuring that he shouldn't stare. He remembered looking up at the smiling face of the man with all the hair and then looking away quickly in embarrassment.
Then, he had turned toward his father and saw the he too had lots of hair and was even bigger than the man he'd been staring at. That had been the first time his father had spoken about things sexual.
'I think of that first time in a locker room almost every time I come into a gym,' Bret thought as he headed down the long ramp to the practice floor to take up his usual position to watch the team practice. He was hoping that soon, Kerin would invite him to work out with him, and with Thian and Adam. He'd even begun toting along his gym bag so he would be prepared if one of them asked, he would be ready.
He nodded a greeting to one of the coaches who recognized him from showing up every day to watch the team, and climbed up a few rows of bleachers so he could see better.
While he was waiting for the team to show up he sent a text message to Leith. "At gym. U coming?" Today was one of Leith's slow days and Brett had suggested they watch the team practice together.
His phone beeped twice and the screen lit. "On my way."
He turned to look over his shoulder, hoping Leith would arrive in time to meet Adam or the twins. It was by no means a sure thing that even he would be seeing them. They were often already on the floor when he arrived, so he could do no more than wave a greeting.
A few moments later, Leith followed a couple members of the team into the gym and stopped a moment, looking around to find Brett. When he saw him, he smiled and mouthed the word, "Wow," as he nodded slightly toward the guys who were now in the bright lights shining over the practice floor.
Leith dropped his book bag with a thud on the bleachers and was stretching when Adam and the twins came into the gym. Adam saw Brett and called his name and he and the twins walked over with broad smiles. All three casually examined Leith, who returned their scrutiny with a smile.
"Hey Brett!" Adam was the first to reach him and patted him on the back.
"How's my favorite fan," Kerin asked, giving Brett a casual hug, followed by Thian who shook his hand and looked toward Leith.
"Guys," Brett said, trying not to blush because of all the attention he was receiving. "This is my cousin, Leith." He turned to Leith and then to each of the gymnasts. "Leith these are the guys I've been telling you about. This is Adam, and Kerin and his brother Thian." Leith shook their hands.
"Hey guys," Leith glanced at Brett. "You three are all he talks about since school started. Every day at dinner he talks about what wonderful athletes you are." Once again he turned to Brett, reaching up to casually rest a hand on his shoulder.
"I've never seen one of his routines, but from the number of ribbons and things he's got in his room, he must be pretty good too." Now, Brett really was blushing.
"See, Brett," Kerin said, resting his hand on Brett's other shoulder, "I bet you could show T and Adam and me a few things." Kerin stooped low to look in Brett's eyes. "Why be embarrassed? Someone must think you're pretty good, otherwise you wouldn't have received any honors." Leith heard Kerin continue to speak as he and Adam moved closer to Brett. Leith's attention was drawn away when Thian moved to his side and sat down, motioning for Leith to join him.
"So, you guys are cousins?" Leith nodded, glancing to his right where he saw Adam with an arm over Brett's shoulder as Kerin continued to talk and make broad gestures with his arms. It looked as if he were telling a joke.
Leith continued. "Yeah, my dad and I just moved here from Chicago and are staying with Brett's family until our place is finished. It'll only be a few more days, then we can move in." Kerin's voice got louder as he approached the conclusion of his joke. Both Leith and Thian glanced up at his voice." I'm hoping Brett will be able to move in with Dad and me. We've gotten pretty close since I've been in town." Leith bowed his head slightly before glancing once again toward Brett. "Things wouldn't seem right if he weren't nearby." There was a burst of laughter as Kerin finished his joke. Both Leith and Thian grinned as Kerin sat down close to Brett, pleased with the reaction to his antics.
"He loves to joke around, especially when he's got a receptive audience," Thian murmured, nodding toward his brother. "I know what you mean about someone being pretty important. Kerin and I have been inseparable all our lives." Leith watched as Thian looked toward his brother. "I can't imagine what life would be like without Kerin by my side every night." He blinked a couple times and then focused on Leith once again with a wry smile.
"Sorry if I talk too much, Leith."
He made a small motion with his hand to let Thian know it wasn't a problem. He glanced at Brett for a second and saw that Kerin and Adam had stood and were preparing to leave. "I know what you mean, Thian. I feel the same way about Brett." He grinned slightly when Thian's eyes widened. "Maybe you guys can join us for dinner or something once we get moved in. Since I'm pretty new in town, I don't have a lot of friends yet."
Thian reached for Leith's hand as they both stood. "It's been great meeting you, Leith." He flashed a bright smile as his pale brown eyes twinkled. "I'd like to think I've just made a good friend this afternoon. I hope that's the way you'll think of me." He squeezed Leith's hand slightly and then moved off to join his brother and Adam as they walked out to join their teammates. Thian briefly put his arm around his brother's shoulder and leaned close to say something. Kerin glanced over his shoulder and then laughed, bouncing a couple times on the balls of his feet and then turning a cartwheel. Adam watched in silence as the two brothers teased one another.
"Damn, damn, damn," Leith moaned, propping himself up with his elbows and stretching his tanned legs out in front of him as he leaned back on another row of wooden bleachers. When Brett gave him a puzzled look he continued. "I had no idea what these guys were like, Brett. "They're like a walking sex advertisement. They say a few words, and a person has an orgasm." Leith shook his head in wonder.
Brett grinned. "You too?"
"Damned right. If I wasn't already in love with a gymnast, I think I'd throw myself at one of these guys' feet and shout, 'Take me. I'm yours.'' He turned to Brett and they both burst out laughing.
"You're in an especially good mood tonight." Susan glanced at her brother-in-law who was helping her clear the dining table. Joel, Brett, Leith, and Kent were still at the table while Brett and Leith finished telling their story about the gymnastics practice earlier in the day. Kent quietly watched his brother and cousin, smiling but not making any comment.
Mikko stood nearby as Susan took dinner plates from him and loaded them into the dishwasher. They were separated from everyone else by the kitchen island, so they were able to follow Brett and Leith's story as they worked.
"I guess I am," he said, responding to her question. "I met a great guy a couple days ago and today he showed me around his gym." He patted his stomach. "I have to start doing something physical. With all the great meals you've been serving, if I don't watch out I won't be able to get into my pants."
"How'd you meet this person?" Susan gave him a distracted grin as she turned toward the dining room to see if there was anything more that needed to be placed in the dishwasher. Mikko followed her gaze and noticed Joel watching her and Mikko out of the corner of his eye. Across the table, Kent raised his glass to take a drink and studied his father over the rim. Mikko frowned slightly wondering what was bothering his brother.
'I'm glad I'm about to get out of this place,' he thought, while Susan took a stray plate Leith handed her. 'There are just too many little dramas going on, and too many of them seem to involve me.' Kent set his glass down with a deliberate clink which seemed to refocus Joel's attention on Brett's story. Mikko shrugged to himself and turned back to Susan and his story.
"Larry, the attorney from the office next door introduced us. They're good friends." Mikko dried his hands on a towel Susan held out to him.
"You joined a gym, Dad?" Leith and Brett turned to him as he came back into the dining room and sat down while Susan stepped into the living room to speak with her son, Glenn, about something he needed.
"Yeah, the gym's a nice one too. It's got a great locker room." Mikko winked at his son and Brett, aware of how much they both liked locker rooms. Kent's eyes flicked from Mikko's wink to his brother and cousin, and the back to Mikko. "I'm told the workout equipment and pool are pretty nice too."
"What's this person like that you've been introduced to?" The tone of Joel's voice confirmed that something was bothering him. Mikko glanced at his brother and then over his shoulder, thinking maybe Joel was sending some sort of unspoken message with the tone of his voice to his wife and Glenn. The boys became silent, shifting their gaze from one man to the other, waiting for something to happen.
"His name is Andrew." Mikko lowered his voice and leaned closer to his brother.
"Joel, is something wrong? Suddenly, you're acting strangely." Joel shook his head but wouldn't meet his brother's eye. Leith shrugged slightly when Mikko shifted his gaze toward him. Brett sat stone-faced and Kent gave him a tentative grin. A slight raising of his eyebrows told Mikko he was as puzzled by his father's behavior as everyone else.
Brett turned a concerned look on his father. "Dad," he murmured, but was ignored. He frowned and jerked his chin up a big before retreating into silence. .
"Anyhow," Mikko said, watching his brother out of the corner of his eye as he continued his story, trying to behave as if nothing was wrong. "He's a doctor, a psychiatrist actually, who works close to the building I'm in. He's about our age. Let's see." He paused a moment, struck by a thought.
He studied his brother for a moment, hearing Susan continue to speak in the background, and then cast a fleeting glace at his son and Brett before leaning closer to his brother. "I'm sorry, Joel. I wasn't thinking." He heard Susan conclude her conversation with Glenn, telling him to, "behave himself.," and then resumed his story. "I don't know a whole lot more about him other than he has two sons who are going to the university." Susan joined them at the table.
"What were you guys talking about?" She smiled and looked toward her husband, and then Mikko. He could tell she hadn't missed the tension or the grim expressions of her oldest son. Leith stepped in with a teasing tone to his voice.
"Dad's been telling us about joining a gym." Leith looked toward his father who silently thanked him for trying to ease the tension. "I'm glad he did something. When you're as old as he is, your body goes to seed really fast if you don't watch out." Susan laughed as Mikko tried to ruffle his son's hair. No one other than Mikko and Kent seemed to notice that Joel wasn't laughing.
~ to be continued ~
Thank you for taking the time to read my work. I've been amazed at how many of you have contacted me about 'Leith' and my other story, 'Phalen.' I always welcome your email and enjoy hearing your thoughts. If you would like me to send a pic of the character(s), please ask.
I have three other stories you may want to read. 'Phalen', 'and 'Chris' are located in the Nifty College Section. The third story is called 'Wesley', and is located in the Adult Relationships section. I hope you enjoy them all.
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Roy Reinikainen roynm@mac.com suomalainen_abq@mac.com