Getting in shape.
NOTE: This is a work of fiction entirely imagined by the author. Although the names of the locations referenced in this story exist, the businesses, the people and the events are pure fiction.
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I get out of the shower and look at myself in the mirror. I think a need a little firming up. A little belly, not too bad though for a 52-year-old man. But it will do me a lot of good. I need to get out a bit and stay in shape.
My wife left a few months back. She left with her best friend. We hadn't shared the same bed for a long time and we rarely saw each other. She came home late and left early. Obviously, she's having an affair. Duh! That's when she even bothered coming home at all. Then, one night coming back from work, I found a note on the kitchen table saying that she was leaving with Nicole. I sold the house quickly, sent my ex-wife her share of the profit, quite large actually, and moved to a small rented studio. I had no mortgage on the house. It sold for 1.3 M$. The pile of money is safely tucked away in an account with guaranteed interest for the next two years. I want to take my time to evaluate my investment possibilities. The studio costs little, I get a solid revenue most of which I can save.
Let's see what this gym is like. According to Sergio, a colleague of mine, the place is great and the owner/instructor is an ex-military and very good. I get in and look around. A large open space, very clean and well organized. There are at least twenty people hard at work. Mostly men, but a few women as well. Suddenly, a large hand lands on my shoulder.
"So, looks like you've never been in a gym." A nice deep warm masculine voice comes from behind him.
I turn around and look at this guy, about the same height as me, same age or there about and in terrific shape. He's wider at the shoulders and his arms are muscled without being distorted by bulging muscles. He wears a white sleeveless t-shirt, deep blue sweatpants and white sneakers. We shake hands and I introduce myself.
"I'm Reg. A friend of mine strongly recommended you."
" I'm Burke, owner and coach. Pleased to meet you, Reg," A nice man with, a strong body, masculine looking, a deep voice, a bit like mine, nice package. Ummm, I'll coach him personally. Burke thinks.
He sizes me up and seems to like what he sees. I do the same. Nice lumps down there.
"So, Reg, just follow me and will discuss what you're looking for. I'm sure I can put together a personalized program for you. I'll be your coach. I'll be gentle." He laughs after this last comment.
I like the guy. Maybe will be friends or something. I can't help but notice Burke's bulge moving side to side when he walks, and I wish I had a butt like his. After discussing what would be best for me given my age and my apparent condition, I sign up.
"OK, Reg. Follow me, I need to test you a little bit and measure various parts of your body and we can get on with your training, right after that, if you wish.
"Uh! I didn't bring a change of clothes..."
"We're the same size, I think. So, I'll lend you a pair of sweats or shorts if you prefer and one of these," Burke says pinching his sleeveless top.
"OK, I'll go for the sweats," I tell him.
"First, I need to weigh you. So, you need to strip." Burke says with a glint in his eyes.
"All of it?" Reg asks, blushing slightly.
"Preferably. You can keep your underwear if you're shy," answers Burke with a big smile on his face. "I've seen a lot of naked men before, Reg. Lots of them."
"OK! I guess you have." I smile.
I strip. Burke looks at my body circling me. A man the way I like'em. Good body, not skinny, just a little bit of well-placed padding, I love that thick fur all over him, a good small muscled ass, and a nice thick dick with nice plump balls. Christ, I like that. A good solid male. Burke almost drools. He likes older hairy men, and this one is perfect.
"OK, buddy, you look good," as he gives Reg one final look from head to toe with a noticeable pause midway. "Please, step on the scale."
Here I am at my age and naked in front of another man for the first time in my life. He sure gives me a good look over. Burke gets quite close to me and starts adjusting the scale. An old fashion scale where you need to adjust the weights to get the needle just in the middle. The coach enters Reg's weight on his pad.
"OK, big guy. Step this way. I'll take a few measures for comparison later as you progress."
I step off that big noisy and clunky scale and unconsciously put my hands in front of my manhood. Burke parks me in the middle of the small room and starts measuring.