I let the hot water run down my sore back. A well needed shower after a vigorous workout. As the steam from the hot water filled the shower I began to think of my new friend, Rick.
It has been a while since I last worked out. Age and health dictated that I get myself back into shape. I joined our local community health club. Just built in the last year it offered everything an expensive health club offered minus the glitz. There were plenty of machines to work out on. After spending the last month on cardiovascular workouts I thought it was time to add weights. That is when I met Rick.
Rick was working out on a machine next to me. We were both watching the ballgame that was on one of the many TV’s that hung from the ceiling. Our home team had just taken the lead in one of the most exciting games of the young season. It was obvious we were both fans and started to talk stats together. I found Rick to be a pleasant and informative young man. I grew an instant liking towards him and it was obvious he felt the same. We agreed to finish our work out together.
During our workout we discussed many topics and commented on the many in shape and out of shape people in the club. Rick would not say anything cruel. He was very respectful of other people. It was nice to meet someone who was genuine.
I did begin to notice he didn’t really respond when I talked about the women in the club. I had a feeling he was gay. I honestly didn’t care. I’m far from homophobic. I like most people, no matter what their orientation is.
Rick himself was in pretty good shape. Though he was no Adonis he still put me to shame. He stood about six feet tall. His hair was blonde and his eyes were blue. His face was kind and I had to admit he was a good-looking man. He was 35 years old, 12 years my junior. In contrast I was out of shape. I was not fat but I did have a bit of the belly going. It is hard to get back into shape when one is 47.
Rick turned out to be a good workout partner for me. He was never pushy and always had an encouraging word for me. He got me to push myself harder than I would have if I was by myself but he didn’t push too hard. During the different sessions on the machines Rick touched me quite often. They were mostly pats of encouragement but it was they way he did it that conveyed more. Then there was the gentle smile on his face and the sparkle in his eyes.
I thought about these things in the shower. I found myself becoming aroused. I have had a couple of sexual encounters with other men but they were experiments. I love women. I love everything about them. I love pussy. As long as I can remember I have had fantasies about being with another man. It took many years before I acted on it. When I finally did the act was nothing like I imagined, so I never sought it out again. Rick was bringing back those fantasies.
My cock grew as I thought of his smile, the sparkle in his eyes. During our workout I couldn’t help but notice he had a good size package on him. Now I thought of how it would feel, as it grew hard in my hand. I wondered how big he was. I began to stroke myself as I fantasized about Rick. My own cock was as stiff as it has ever been.
I couldn’t believe I was in the clubs shower room, stroking myself. When Rick and I finished our workout he said he had to go. I was a little disappointed because I wanted to get a glimpse of him naked and see if I could see that cock of his. No such luck. We had exchanged numbers and agreed to call each other and set up future workouts. We were the last two males left in the club so I didn’t worry about someone hearing me stroke off.
I couldn’t believe what I was thinking and what I was doing. I hadn’t been this turned on in such a long time. I was totally lost in my fantasy. I had no idea I was being watched.
“Let me do that for you.” I turned in shock as the voice brought me back to reality.
I stammered, absolutely unable to say anything. Rick was standing there naked, watching me.
