I live in the UK, in the county of Norfolk, close to the beach. A town where nothing much ever happens. I've been married for 35 years, but my sex life was almost non-existent, with the exception of my regular 'solo' sessions!
I'm pretty much straight, although I once had a same-sex experience in my teens with a school friend, although all we did was to wank each other off. I had often fantasised about having sex with another guy, but I was far too shy to ever make a first move. That was until I met Tony and what was about to happen to me at a local rugby club was on a completely different level to anything I'd ever experienced before.
I've always been a keen squash player, so when a friend of mine told me I could have exclusive access to the squash court at his rugby club, I jumped at it. My usual club was the local council sport centre, which was always busy, so I was keen to take the chance of some private practice away from the noise and distraction of the sports centre.
Todd told me that his club would be closed for a couple of weeks, but that I could have the keys as long as I made the place secure when I finished. There might be someone else using the gym, but the squash court was mine to use as I wish.
On day 1, Monday, I had a 2 hour session, practicing everything from my backhand to my lob serve and drop shots. This was working out really well. Tuesday was much the same, but when I walked into the changing rooms, I found I was not alone in the building. There was what I can only describe as a potential Mr. Universe contestant standing stark-bollock naked in the shower. I knew the face from the sports centre. He was one of the 'meat heads!' A body builder and real poser.
However, just to show how appearances can be deceiving, and how wrong I could be, he actually turned out to be a really nice guy. His name was Tony and like me, he was taking the chance to get in some personal training.
I thought little of the encounter, but when I went back two days later, he was in the changing room again, getting ready for his training session. We chatted again and I couldn't help but stare at his amazing body. Not an ounce of fat. Pure muscle. Same height as me (5' 11") but built very differently. Although I keep myself fit and have very little fat, that's where the similarity ends. He had muscles everywhere. Even his muscles had muscles!
We went our separate ways. He went to the gym, I went to the squash court. Afterwards I came off court and into the changing room and Tony was in the communal shower. I slowly undressed, and could hardly keep my eyes off his incredible body. As I mentioned, I consider myself to be practically straight, but the sight of his incredible body was definitely turning me on. I was eyeing him up, top to bottom, when our eyes met and I realised I'd been caught staring too long and too hard. Busted!
He smiled and said "So did you win today?"
I laughed and told him
"Yes. The only time I win is when I'm on court alone, so for once I did."
We continued to chat and I tried unsuccessfully to stop looking at his amazing body. He caught me again and I said "Tony, I'm really sorry, I don't mean to stare, but you have an amazing body."
That wasn't how it supposed to come out, but hey-ho, the damage was done!
"You must spend many hours a week working out to get in such great shape."
He explained how he had never enjoyed sport, but loved the challenge of the gym, pushing himself physically to lift heavier and heavier weights. He said he also had really low self-esteem, but how building up his muscles made him feel better about himself.
"Well it's paying dividends." I said, as I stripped off and joined him in the shower.
"As you can see, I don't work out and I'm almost too embarrassed to strip off in front of you!"
He laughed and said
"I think you have a great body too. It wouldn't do for us all to be the same."
After we'd showered, he left first and said
"See you tomorrow?"
"Sure." I said, "I'll be here."
"What time?" he asked.
I was a little taken aback and said I'd be back at 9 in the morning. As he left, he smiled at me and said
"I may have bigger biceps but your cock is bigger than mine!"
With that he winked at me and left.
That night I couldn't get the image of his body out of my mind. Once my wife was asleep I started rubbing my cock, imagining it was Tony's hand pumping away. In no time at all I came and fell fast asleep, dreaming of what I would do to him, if I only got the chance.
The following morning I arrived at the club at 9 o'clock as planned and could see Tony's clothes hanging up in the changing room. I went on court and practiced my backhand, but I just couldn't concentrate. I could see the door of the changing room from the back of the squash court, so as soon as I saw him return from his training session, I collected my things and went back to the changing room.
Tony was there, just about to step into the shower. We exchanged pleasantries and I stripped off and joined him in the shower.
"I realise I might have been out of order when I talked about your cock yesterday."
he said
"So I apologise".
"No need." I said
"I took it as a compliment."
"I've been married for over 35 years, so I don't get compliments like that from my wife. In fact I don't think she even notices my cock anymore, let alone make use of it!"
We then started talking about our lives and then our sex lives. I told him how infrequently my wife and I have sex and how I spend most of my sex life going solo.
"I have the best time when my wife is on night shifts." he said.
"Out comes the baby oil and her vibrator. Heaven!"
We both laughed but the mental image I had of him rubbing oil on his cock and sliding a vibrator up his arse was having an affect on my own manhood. Tony was completely lathered up and was soaping up his groin when he looked at my cock and said
"Whoa, someone has woken up."
