Gay Sex In Shower

Bingo. It’s a word that I think I picked up from my old man years ago, and like my father, I didn’t use it in the context of the game, but as an exclamation like Eureka! or Aha!, serving as a confirmation to myself that I was right about something.
I used it one Friday evening after work, but said it under my breath, the word unheard over the din of several shower heads blasting out spray onto the other men in the locker room of my health club.
The person I was right about was the man standing across from me in the shower room, my co-worker Ken Suzuki, and if I hadn’t been able to it figure out before that evening, the way he was staring at me while I rinsed the lather off of my body left no doubt as to his leanings.
My name is Jim House, and I’m a 28 year old computer analyst who has worked at the same firm since I got out of college. I used to claim to be bisexual in my younger days, and while if anyone ever asked I might still make the same claim, but nobody cares these days, thankfully.
My new co-worker Ken is ageless; if I had to guess I would say that my Japanese-American co-worker might be in his early 30’s, but he has a boyish look and enthusiasm that makes him appear younger than that. The firm put him in a cubicle near me, and we seemed to hit it off pretty well from the start.
That was how we ended up in the showers together. Ken had asked me where I went after work in such a hurry and I had explained about the health club I was a member of. I liked to get my workout over...