As I began to approach my 40th birthday, I knew it was time to take my workouts up a notch. Up till then, I'd been pretty faithful to the gym. I'd been doing some combo of weights and cardio several days a week since my mid thirties which helped keep my 5'8" body a respectable 160 lbs. My stomach is relatively flat (not six-pack flat) and my chest, arms and legs have pretty good definition. But I was in a rut and starting to plateau.I'd swam competitively in high school and a bit in college, so I knew that regular laps would provide the "kick in the ass" I needed to shake up my workout.
After a few weeks of laps at the Y, I decided to go all the way and join the Masters Swim team -- a swim league made up of adults 25+, most of whom swam competitively as youths.
While not my motivator, a huge fringe benefit of being on the swim team was seeing guys in tight speedos and nude in the locker room. Since I was a teen, I'd always enjoyed these sights and sometimes had sexual fantasies about certain guys but I never acted on them. To be fair, I have also had sexual fantasies about hot supermodels and actresses like Carmen Electra and Heather Locklear, but like my fantasies about guys, I never dreamed I'd be in a situation where the fantasy would come true. I should also say I'm happily married for 15 years and have two great kids.
My first practice with the team was a rude awakening. Despite my regular treadmill running and stairmaster, I was drained. My team was about 7 guys ranging in age from mid 20's to early 60's, all of whom were in great condition and made it through the practice with little trouble. i was a bit embarrassed at first, and did not make an effort to engage the other guys. After the third practice, Chris introduced himself. He is about 38 and also married with two kids. Physically, he and I are in about the same shape. He's a little taller, a little less hairy and has brown hair (my Italian blood gave me a dark complexion and dark hair, a bit of body fur). The more I got to know Chris, the more I liked him -- as a buddy. While he was very nice looking, I did not pop a rod when I saw him, nor did he become an object of my fantasies. That distinction went to Robby, a cocky, but endearing 30 year old whose speedo left little to the imagination. He was blessed with a good sized, fat cock. Even with the natural "shrinkage" that occurred with swimming, he was well built. Sometimes, simply the anticipation of watching him peel off his wet suit in the shower provided me the incentive I needed to make it through practice. He was about my height, but with about 7% body fat and totally smooth, with sandy blond hair and crystal blue eyes. Again, like the famous supermodels, I knew our relationship would only be in my fantasies. He was clearly straight, all the way. One day in the lockerrooms after practice, Chris must have caught me gazing a bit too long at Robby. He later commented, totally offhandedly, "how about just taking a picture." It was subtle enough to let me know he "knew." I freaked out 'cause I had been busted. I'd kept my interest in guys totally hidden. And to the best of my knowledge, nobody had any clue. I missed two practices for fear of facing Chris again. I'd beat myself up for being so obvious. Finally, I convinced myself that it was no big deal if one person "suspected." He could not prove anything and besides, I could completely deny it.
I immediately struck up a conversation with Chris, telling him I was away on business. That led to a discussion of what we did for a living and I learned that Chris was a physician (internal medicine). eveything was cool with no mention of his comment a few practices ago. We started to become even better friends away from swimming. We'd occasionally have breakfast after practice or lunch during the week. Our conversation was always about our families, jobs, cars or sports. About three months after his "comment" (I was still grabbing peeks at Robby, but much more carefully), I strained a muscle in my shoulder. Chris and our coach instructed me to let the hot water of the shower beat on it for awhile then lay on the bench on my stomach. I did what "the doctor" ordered and while I was laying on the bench, Chris checked on me. he was already showered and dressed and asked if I wanted him to rub it out going on to explain that he has training to work on these type of injuries. I said "sure" and he started to rub out my upper back and shoulders. The minute he touched my back, it was like electricity was going through was skin. It felt incredible and then it quickly started to feel sensual. A slight stir in my groin quickly became a raging erection. I did not want Chris to stop, but he did saying "I feel it getting looser already." "Good luck" he said as he left, "I'll see ya next practice"
"What in the hell just happened?" I asked myself. I had had massages before, by both attractive men and women, but not generated this kind of response from my body. I was not even particularly horny. As soon as my cock got soft, I jumped into a stall and started rubbing my cock and balls simultaneously to release the huge load that had quickly built up.
At the next practice, Chris asked about my back. I told him it was still sore but that whatever he did the other day made a huge difference. He offered to give me another "adjustment" after practice nd of course I said "OK." I started to look at Chris differently that day, taking notice of his body in ways I had not done before. His full lips, his larger than average nipples, his high tight ass and how his cock looked encased in his speedo. Here was this hot stud right under my nose and I was blinded by the flash of Robby's cover boy bod. I always thoughts guys were going to securely stay in my fantasies. But now, after getting to know Chris and after feel his incredible albeit brief touch, I needed more. A jack-off fantasy would not be enough.
After several backrubs on the bench in the locker room, I suggested to Chris that he rub it while the shower spray was beating down my back. He agreed. So after practice, we chatted with coach a bit and headed to the locker room. Most of the guys on the team had left the wet area by now. We got into a shower stall and Chris surprised me by closing the curtain. Most people didn't bother with the curtains. We all had a habit of talking to each other about the practice during our showers and the curtains made conversation difficult. Chris told me to turn the water on as hot as I could stand it and face the wall with my hands flat up against it. Chris started to work some pressure points on my back. One was so strong that I jumped and backed into him at which time my ass bumped into his groin and I felt a cement-like rod. I panicked, said "excuse me" and quickly went back against the wall. "Was he playing games with me" I asked myself. Again, this is as close as I had ever dreamed of coming to being in a sexual situation with someone other than my wife, let alone a guy. My head was spinning. Do I go for it and risk both a friendship and possible rejection and humiliation? Based on his comment a few months back, does he suspect an interest? Is he trying to make a move? At this point he moved one hand to my chest to support me while he dug into my back with his thumb. The hand on my chest eventually started to rub my nipple. It quickly became apparent that this was no accident. He was trying to make a move. Without thinking, I gently placed one hand over his hand on my chest and slowly backed into him, brushing my ass against against his cock. I could clearly feel the outline of the head and shaft. I heard a soft moan and by this time, I'd backed all the way into him, starting and light grind on his package. His head came to my shoulder and he whispered in my ear that he felt "so fucking hot." I let out a groan as I continued to grind. He slid his one hand down the from of my speedo alternately grasping my cock and squeezing my balls. Then he did something totally amazing, sliding his other hand down the back of my swimsuit, wiggling down my crack and gently pressing against and entering my asshole. he slowly went in and out while still fondling my cock with his other hand. then, without warning, he plunged his finger in deeper and started manipulating my prostate. I uttered an "ugh" and he said "remember I'm a doctor and know my way around this area pretty well." That was an understatement. He had me panting so hard I was sure someone would hear us. He plunged a second finger in and I shot the most intense and largest wad of come I've ever shot in my life. My body was still contracting even when all the cum was gone. I had to bend over or I would have fallen down. At some point in my Ecstasy, Chris came as well without out me being aware whatsoever.
We both showered, got dressed and made plans to meet for lunch in two days. That's tomorrow. perhaps there is more to come. I've gone through a complete cycle of emotions from guilt, to giddiness, to anticipation to fear. I'm not sure where this will lead.
Thanks for reading and allowing me to get this off my chest. Believe it or not, writing this has been incredibly therapeutic.
Comments are certainly welcome. Please email me at rpeet2@yahoo.com