Three years ago my wife died from ovarian cancer leaving me with a fifteen year old daughter. My wife was diagnosed quite late so there were only a few months from the doctor's message to her death. As a widower at forty-two, I was not ready to spend the rest of my life alone, so I dated quite a few women but nothing really clicked. I have always been athletic and have kept my five-foot, eleven inch, one eighty pound body in muscular shape so I was still an ok commodity on the meat market.
I had had some sexual experiences with boys when I was in high school mostly limited to circle jerk sessions and now that I was free, I pursued some casual hook-ups and bromances with men. The freedom of hot sex with no strings attached was very alluring and it became a life style. I never did find any man I wanted to have more than a casual relationship with, so I figured that was the name of the game and learned not to expect more.
My daughter and I stayed in our house until last month when she moved away to attend college. I didn't need a house anymore and it made sense to move to a smaller townhouse. It needed some updating and I was doing most of the renovating myself which meant that I had been a regular at our local recycling station almost everyday.
I had to sort quite a bit of the wood, insulation, tiles, etc at the recycling station and the crew there was very helpful showing me where to discard things. During the first two days, there were three older men there and none of them was particularly attractive.
On the third day, a new guy appeared on the scene and he peeked my attention. He was about forty years old, six foot two inches and weighed around two hundred and twenty pounds---all pure muscle. He had shaggy shoulder length hair and a close-cropped beard. He usually wore only a neon green safety vest with no shirt underneath highlighting his strong pecs and biceps which were coated with a thick layer of black fur. He wore a pair of faded blue jeans stretched over his thick and solid thighs and best of all, the jeans highlighted a big package protruding between his legs. Even though I knew where to discard old building materials, I would seek him out and ask for help.
He was very reserved, not particularly friendly but had a sexy deep voice and I heard his coworkers call him Jorg. For some ceramic tiles I had to throw away, he had led me over to a particular container and as I followed him, I concentrated on his fine, beefy ass that stretched his jeans. Just being near him gave me a chubby and I had even jacked off in the car on the way home from the recycling center thinking about him.
One Friday evening, I headed out for the recycling station just before closing time and when I reached I noted that Jorg was the only staff there. There were about five other trucks unloading things, but by the time I was finished, we were the only two left. On the way back to my car, I saw him sitting in a swivel chair in the small office with his big, muscular arms behind his head showing off his furry pits and I immediately sprouted a chubby. I stood at the office door and said, "so it's quitting time, huh?"
