I keep asking myself, was it an accident really?
Whoa, let me step back a bit.
My name is Dean and I am 41 years old. I had, until very recently been happily married but things turned sour and my wife and I split.
Totally depressed and despondent I decided to quit London, where I had lived my entire life, and move out to the coast. It was easier for me to do that, having shared the proceeds of my old house with my ex, I couldn't really afford anything decent in London, but now I had an almost penthouse like apartment over looking the English Channel.
The real bind was having to find myself a new job, but luckily a trained accountant can find work almost anywhere and I found myself working in a fruit packing plant a few miles inland.
The thing with those types of places is that they are staffed predominantly by women, which is why, at the age of 41 and unfit as hell, I was talked in to playing for the company soccer team.
So one Sunday there I was with my ten team mates, (we were the only 11 men who worked for the company), running around a field like a lunatic for 90 minutes. It was only pride that kept me going in that time and once the final whistle had blown I had to sit on the grass for a good ten minutes just to get my breath back before making my way to the changing room.
By that time most of my team mates had showered and changed, the only exception was Simon, one of the warehouse men. He was behind because he ran the team and had to register scores and collect money etc.
Anyhow, as I was stripping off to shower down the other guys shouted that they would meet us in the local pub as soon as we were ready.
I stepped in to the showers and let the hot water wash away the dirt and sweat from my body, up until a couple of hours ago I thought I was pretty fit. I managed to keep my self trim, kept the flab at bay, but now my muscles were screaming at me. As the hot shower eased those screams Simon entered the shower.
He was 25 and had lived his entire life in the local village and worked at the plant since the age of 16, and his love of soccer kept him in very good shape. I gave him a smile and a nod in acknowledgement and he took a step toward me as if to say something.
That's when it happened.
He seemed to slip on the wet surface and came hurtling toward me. His body clashed with mine and I instinctively reached out to get hold of him to stop him falling. He grabbed at me as well to keep himself upright.
I still ask myself, was it really an accident?
As his body pressed against mine I felt a surge of hot blooded passion run through me, my mind confused and dazed, this was another guy. It seemed an eternal moment, one hand holding his shoulder the other tightly cupping his buttock. It felt like there was an electrical charge zipping through me where his skin touched mine.
I could feel his cock against my thigh. I'm not gay my mind screamed, but I didn't want to let go.
Suddenly there was a noise in the locker area, instinctively our bodies parted.
"Are you alright?" I asked in as normal voice as I could manage, "That could have been nasty if you had fallen."
