I've only been going to the gym for a few weeks, but I really enjoyed it. I particularly liked how my middle aged body was firming up. It's been a few months since I last worked out, but with the move and new job, it took a while for me to get in to a routine. I'm not a gym rat by any means. I've been called a DILF by many and I'm okay with that. I was twenty once and had many guys around my age. But I've noticed, as I have aged quite well (salt-n-pepper hair and all that) I'm more attractive to guys my age. Don't get me wrong; twenty-something guys are nice to look at, but their maturity level, all the drinking, only getting two hours of sleep on the weekends...been there done that. I have a career and a home now.
I noticed all the trainers at the gym. Most weren't my type; hard core gym rats with muscles, veins, shiny skin, etc. But not Ian. I typically go for the stereotypical tall, dark and handsome type. Ian...was none of that. He was a bit shorter than me, paler than I normally go for and blonde. I was attracted to him. But part of it was probably how he flirted with and watched me from a distance every time I saw him. And I was old enough to be his dad. I would have been a teenage dad but still!
Normally, I go to the gym around seven in the evening. But last couple weeks ago, I had a especially rough day at work: I had reports past due which caused the boss to bitch so I had to work late. I got to the gym later than normal around nine thirty. It was pretty empty which was fine. I needed to blow off some steam.
Once my workout was done, I felt much better, so I stayed in the shower longer than normal. I wanted the hot water to try to relax my over taxed muscles. So I stood there under the showerhead letting the steaming water run down my exhausted body. It felt better than the actual workout. I don't know if I fell asleep or just zoned out but I heard someone calling my name from the doorway of the shower. I snapped out of whatever stupor I was in.
"Sir! It's closing time. We need to wrap up" I heard him say. I turned and looked but couldn't tell who was talking to me.
"OK. Sorry. Be out in a sec" I said as I turned off the water and walked towards my towel. My gym was an older one and had open showers and private showers (in the new section). I preferred the open showers for a couple of reasons: 1) I wasn't ashamed as my body was pretty good for forty-five, 2) I enjoyed being looked at and looking at others and 3) it had the hotter water with the strongest pressure.
I walked out towards my locker and saw Ian picking up loose towels (so many people are lazy). I took a second to watch him before he noticed me. Like I said, he was shorter than me (I'm guessing five ten?) and thinner and blonde. But I've never been this close to him before as I noticed his legs were covered in thick, blonde hair. From his shoes evenly up to his short shorts. But his arms weren't hairy, which I thought oddly attractive, though I could see some dark blonde five o'clock shadow going on. My swinging dick started to swell.
It was then he turned to see me. His eyes locked on me. Like I said, I enjoy being looked at so I made sure he got a good look. I'm six four and one ninety-ish pounds, brown eyes and black hair. My legs, hairy arms and chest whose treasure trail leads to nice swinging (shaven) balls and above average dick (now a but larger than normal) and my back naturally smooth. My face is clean shaven though I didn't shave this morning. I said 'hey' as I smiled at him.
"Sorry Ian. Lost track of time. I'll be out in a minute" I said.
"No worries, sir" Ian replied.
"Call me Trev. I'm no one's sir" I said with a chuckle.
'Sure thing - Trev" he replied as he looked me up and down. "Late night for you?" he asked.
"You couldn't believe the day I've had, man" I admitted. "I needed that hot shower for sure!"
"Are you still tight? Your muscles I mean" he asked.
"Yes on both accounts" I said with a laugh. Ian walked towards me.
"I give massages as well if you're interested" he offered.
"Isn't it closing time? Besides, I didn't buy that package" I said.
"I meant a private one. At my place. I do it for extra money. I'm licensed and everything" he said.
I stood there, dick larger now than it was prior thinking about this pale, hairy blonde boy running his hands on my body. I wondered if it was a real offer or something else. I pulled my phone from my bag in the locker - it was almost eleven at night.
"It's kinda' late" I said, still naked. I made sure I shifted my weight so my balls and plump cock would sway, just to see if he was interested in that or a legit massage. Either way was fine by me, I found myself surprisingly admitting.
"I'm less than ten minutes from here...I could have you finished off before midnight" he said with a smirk, his eyes staying on my junk longer than I anticipated.
"Okay - I'll get dressed and follow you" I said.
