It wasn't a ‘heavy' workout like I expected. Pete was very careful about what he had me do. He told me that since I hadn't worked out in a few years, I needed to take it easy the first few times. He told me that a lot of people who went to the popular ‘chain' gyms got put through long exhaustive workouts by the untrained staff which not only caused a great deal of unnecessary muscle pain but could also do damage to their muscles, joints and ligaments. Not to mention the fact that the pain made you less likely to want to work out again. The way to start was slow, causing no pain or damage and build up until you could do those heavy routines without causing any physical problems. What he said made a great deal of sense to me and I followed his instructions to the letter.
After hitting the free weights and apparatus that he had, we spent time in the small steam room, sauna and in the hot tub. At first, this was a little uncomfortable for me because, of course, we did them naked. I'd never had this kind of reaction - this shyness - around another guy before but, I rationalized it that in other situations, I had been around a bunch of guys, all of us naked. This time it was just one guy and this was a very private and intimate setting. No one else around and no possibility of anyone else interrupting us. I found out that the only key to the gym door was the one that Pete had. This was not part of the amenities offered to the residents of the building. It was, however, one that Pete made very clear was offered to me. He, in fact, told me he had a spare key to the gym upstairs that he would give me when we went back up.
The hot tub was wonderful, relaxing my muscles and making me feel so light and weightless. The steam room and sauna were a little more difficult for me to deal with. Not that they didn't feel wonderful, they did. But in the hot tub, because of the bubbling water, I couldn't see any part of Pete's body except what was above the water line. In the steam room and sauna, I couldn't miss his entire body! Miss it? I couldn't take my eyes off it! His body was, in two words, fucking beautiful! There were dark swirls of hair across his very well developed pecs with a trail that led down the center of his abdomen to his ‘innie' belly-button and then continued on down until it joined the bush of dark hair around his cock and nutsack. His cock, however, was what seemed to get to me the most! I mean, all guys check each other out. It's normal. What wasn't normal was that I just couldn't stop checking Pete's out! First of all, even soft, it was huge! It hung down at least five or six inches. God only knew what it was hard! It was also very thick. Now, I didn't have anything to be ashamed of in the dick department. I had between seven and a half and eight inches and I was quite thick but nothing compared to Pete! Not to mention, he was uncut, just like me. But where my foreskin just covered the head of my cock when it was soft, Pete's foreskin hung down in a nipple at least an inch below the head of his cock.
Pete's legs and arms had the same dark curly hair as did his butt cheeks about halfway up. His back, however was smooth, broad and heavily muscled. The cleft over his spine was deep because of the build-up of musculature on each side of it. All in all, Pete was one of the most handsome and beautiful men I had ever seen in my life - not that I was in the habit of judging that! But it was the fact that he was so overwhelmingly attractive that made me notice it. Why I couldn't stop noticing it - THAT was another situation all together! I just didn't know what the fuck was the matter with me! It was like I was turning ‘gay' for Pete!
Okay, like most guys, when I was in middle and high school, I fucked around with some of my friends. You know the kind of thing - mutual jack-off sessions with your buds, maybe jack-off contests and circle-jerks. A couple of times I even traded blowjobs with one guy. But that was all. Strangely enough, looking back, I realize now that those encounters were often way more exciting than anything that had happened between me and my wife! But I just put that down to the fact of being so fucking young and full of hormones and that fact that it was all so new to me.
But it was like I was back to those teenage years, sitting there in the steam room and sauna with Pete. It was all I could do to (a) keep my eyes off his body and especially his package and (b) keep my own package under control and soft! Or at least not obviously hard! I couldn't help a certain amount of ‘thickening' that was happening. Finally, Pete said we should hit the shower and head upstairs.
When we got back to Pete's apartment, I changed back into my regular clothes and figured I should head out then but, again, Pete had other ideas. First of all, it was almost noon so he suggested that we have lunch. I figured that was a good idea but I told Pete I didn't want him to have to cook again.
"Didn't plan to! Ever been to The Clamshell Restaurant over in Littleton? I love the place! Great steaks and great seafood. I figured we'd head over there." Pete said.
"Yeah. I've been there. It is a great place. Ain't been there in a long time." I said not mentioning that one of the reasons I didn't go there was that I didn't like eating alone and my ex-wife didn't like to eat out.
"Well, then! All the more reason! Come on, I'll drive!" he said.
We went downstairs and got into his car. I was a little shocked at what he drove - a BMW X5 SUV. It was an incredible car - black with tan leather interior and just about every ‘bell and whistle' that BMW offered. We sped along and, while I didn't usually enjoy riding shotgun and not driving myself, riding in the X5 was a really enjoyable experience. We took exit 43 off I-93 into Littleton to the restaurant. We sat down and the waitress brought us a couple of beers. Then we looked at the menu.
"So what are you going to have?" I asked.
"I figured I'd start out with Crab and Artichoke Saute. It's my favorite." Pete said.
I looked at him in amazement!
"That's mine, too!" I laughed.
"Well, see! Great minds think alike! What about as an entree?" he asked.
"Well, that's another favorite of mine - Steak Neptune. It's sirloin steak with scallops, shrimp..."
"Crab meat in a Bearnaise sauce! Yes, I know! It's my favorite, too!" he laughed.
We sat there looking at each other.
"I can't believe this!" I finally said. "We both like the same things! I wonder what else we agree on?"
Over lunch, we started talking about it and found out that we had a lot in common besides food. We both liked the same kind of music (Country), we liked the same colors (Blue and Black), we liked the same football team (The Patriots) and we liked the same authors (Tom Clancy and Robert Ludlum). We, of course, liked working out and feeling our bodies were fit. There were differences, of course. I couldn't write and he didn't like mechanical things but that wasn't a problem at all. In a way, we not only were a lot alike, we were also complementary to each other. Inside, I was incredibly thrilled by this which really bothered me! I don't know why this should thrill me so much.
We ended up going back to the apartment again and Pete helped me measure walls and decide where I was going to put my furniture when I moved in the next day. We basically spent the whole day together and then Pete cooked dinner for us. I didn't want him to do it, but he insisted. After all, he pointed out, it was either that or both of us would just have to eat dinner alone. He made this really great dish I'd never had before, Beef Stroganoff, with a salad and accompanied by a really good red wine. We sat there talking after dinner, still getting to know each other. I couldn't believe how comfortable I felt with Pete after knowing him such a short time.
"I want to thank you for today. I have to admit, I was avoiding going home." I said finally.
