I first saw him in the main exercise area among the free weights. He must have been nineteen or twenty, slender build, handsome and not too muscular, though it was clear that he was working on that. I didn't think about him again, though he could easily have registered passing attention from anyone.
At forty-three, I did try to stay in shape, and over time it worked. I remained at two hundred ten pounds and six feet, one inch tall, and I did feel that I ate carefully; my wife and kids could verify that. And I went to the gym several times a week and got plenty of sleep, in spite of my stressful job. In short, I felt that I was in better shape than my peers.
When I finished my workout, I headed for the locker room as usual, and after getting rid of my gym clothes, went to the steam room clad only in my towel. As usual, it was almost impossible to see, but the room seemed vacant, at least until the young guy came in. He sat right next to me and said nothing.
I felt a hand - first on my thigh, then on my cock. Now, I had never been with a guy before, though recently the thought was appealing. Apparently, my cock thought so by itself, as it reacted to his touch by growing even larger.
Now, I'm not small, and I'm told I'm clearly above average in size: long, uncut, and somewhat ... hefty, with large balls. At least, that's what my wife and other women have said. But I'm clearly not used to being checked out by a guy.
