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I was feeling depressed.
Although I loved my wife and we were the closest of friends, our marriage had become very stale and passionless. She no longer made attempts to fake her pleasure when I touched her, and I found that I would rather pleasure myself than have my soul drained by a numbingly cold encounter with her.
But the main reason for my depression was the fact that I had let myself go physically. I had gained more than a few pounds, and I felt old, flabby and undesirable. I decided, as an upcoming birthday was approaching, that I would go to the gym and get back into shape.
To keep motivated I ask a friend, Mike, if he would like to meet me each weekday morning at the local fitness club. Mike was a few years younger than me, married, and in need of a little exercise myself. We had casually known each other for a few years, as our wives had dragged us along to different community events. He was a likable guy, kind of a geek, but he was honest and friendly, and you could tell that he would be a good friend.
I was delighted when he agreed with my little plan, and we meet the next Monday morning before work. It was not easy getting up early, but I was determined to make myself better. Mike and I even agreed on a motivational goal. If we lost a certain amount of weight as a team, then we would treat ourselves to a night of fun at a local strip club.
The first morning went rather well, and as we headed into the locker room, we passed the sauna room and I remarked about how good that would feel now. Mike said that he thought that it would be a great idea. I thought nothing about it, and I assumed that Mike was just kidding.
When we got back to our lockers, I was suddenly hit with a strange sensation. I realized that I was going to get naked in front of Mike, and for some odd reason that conjured up many emotions that I could not identify. It had been many years since I had been naked in a locker room, and as I was undressing I was very conscious about the fact that we would be naked together.
I think Mike was a little hesitant also, because there definitely was an air of something hanging in the room. At the time I could not identify it. Now I know that it was desire.
I think I am a somewhat attractive man – with broad shoulders, muscular legs, and a pleasing face with sharp, angular features. When my cock is flaccid it gets quite small, although I have had many comments from past girlfriends who marveled at how much my little unit could grow. Although about six inches was its maximum length, my cocked swelled quite thickly when it came out of its shell. I could not reach my hand completely around my shaft when I was pleasuring myself.
So, naturally, I was a little embarrassed, as I was stepping out of my underwear, that Mike would see my smallish penis. After a few seconds I got up enough courage to look for Mike’s reaction, when I saw him naked before me.
His cock was tiny compared to mine. He was obviously uncircumcised, while I am cut, and it was hard to make out a distinct penis in his thick pubic hair. I quickly looked away and we started toward the back of the locker room.
Soon, we found ourselves walking into the empty sauna with our towels hanging in front of us. Mike got up on the bench first, and then I moved to sit next to him. When I did this I became aware that my limp cock was dangling just inches from his face, and a flood of emotions swept through my body. I could not admit it at the time, but I think I was excited to show Mike my cock and I loved the fact that he was looking at me.
We talked about a lot our lives over the next few weeks, and we got more and more comfortable being naked around each other. We shared more and more intimate things, and eventually the conversation turned often to sex.
I told him of my horrid sex life, and he would tell me of his various adventures with his wife. Although he was not having sex as much as he was wanting, he was enjoying a varied and fulfilling sexual existence. I was very envious, and soon I got to the point where I was eager to hear want fun they recently had together.
Also, I would sneak glimpses at his small penis, and I found that I was becoming very curious about what it looked like – since it was so unlike anything that I had seen in person or in videos. I started to wonder what it would look like erect, and I started to think about what it would look like when he ejaculated.
I also gave Mike ample opportunity to check me out. One of my favorite tactics was to wash my hair and turn toward him in the shower room. There I would be – just a few feet from him with shampoo in my eyes and unable to see – giving Mike a great chance to look at me without fear of getting caught.
As time went on, and weeks turned into months, our friendship and the sexual tension between us became stronger. We shared many of our fantasies, and we became bolder and bolder with each other physically. It got to the point where I would sit totally naked in front of Mike in the sauna. I would have my legs spread – giving him a great view of my shaved balls and trimmed cock. I would act like I was reading the paper, so he could look at me with no danger of being discovered.
And Mike seemed to be more comfortable with his body also. He became very open with his nude body, and I was delighted when I was able to catch up-close glimpses of his small, enticing member. I don’t know why I was so intrigued by his inch and a half long cock – but I was. It got to the point where I just wanted to ask him if he could lay back and let me look and play with his strangely intoxicating penis.
And as time went by, the sexual tension between us got tighter and more palpable. I could just tell that Mike was checking me out – that he was interested in me sexually – that he desired me.
And that felt good. For the first time, in a long time, I felt like my body had an effect on someone. Soon, I found that when I was pleasuring myself I would imagine that Mike was there next to me. He would either be reclining next to me while manipulating his small cock, or he would be sitting over in the corner urging me to come for him. On days when I was particularly horny, I would imagine that Mike was down between my legs sucking on the head of my thick cock as I pumped myself to a thunderous orgasm. He always begged me to come in his hot mouth, and he always took my hot seed with great hunger.
It was almost six months from the day when we started, when we finally hit our weight goal. I became more and more excited as we got closer to our goal. I had hoped, I guess, that something would happen during that strip club night. I never really acknowledged this desire to myself, but I know that it was in the back of my mind every time I saw that cock of his.
And finally the night arrived. We had talked about how great it was going to be – seeing all those hot naked dancers. But, to be honest, all I could think about was the fact that Mike and I would be alone, and we both would be very horny.
