A gay story: My New Friend
I am standing in the shower, letting the hot water soothe my aching back after a strenuous workout. As the steam envelopes me, my thoughts turn to Rick, my new acquaintance.
It has been a while since I exercised, but I decided to join the local community health club to get back in shape. Even though it is not as fancy as some of the other clubs, it still has all the equipment I need. After a month of doing cardio, I felt it was time to start incorporating weights into my routine. That’s when I met Rick.
We were both watching a baseball game on one of the televisions that hung from the ceiling as we worked out on machines next to each other. It was clear that we were both fans, and we struck up a conversation about the game. I found Rick to be a friendly and knowledgeable person, and I immediately took a liking to him. It seemed like he felt the same way, and we agreed to finish our workout together.
As we exercised, we talked about various topics, including the many other people in the club. Rick never said anything unkind about anyone, and I appreciated his respectful nature. However, I couldn’t help but notice that he didn’t seem to respond when I talked about the women in the club. I had a feeling that he might be gay, but it didn’t bother me at all. I have always been accepting of all people, regardless of their sexual orientation.
Rick himself was in pretty good shape. Though he was no Adonis he still put me to shame. He stood about six feet tall. His hair was blonde and his eyes were blue. His face was kind and I had to admit he was a good-looking man. He was 35 years old, 12 years my junior. In contrast I was out of shape. I was not fat but I did have a bit of the belly going. It is hard to get back into shape when one is 47.
Rick turned out to be a good workout partner for me. He was never pushy and always had an encouraging word for me. He got me to push myself harder than I would have if I was by myself but he didn’t push too hard. During the different sessions on the machines Rick touched me quite often. They were mostly pats of encouragement but it was they way he did it that conveyed more. Then there was the gentle smile on his face and the sparkle in his eyes.
I thought about these things in the shower. I found myself becoming aroused. I have had a couple of sexual encounters with other men but they were experiments. I love women. I love everything about them. I love pussy. As long as I can remember I have had fantasies about being with another man. It took many years before I acted on it. When I finally did the act was nothing like I imagined, so I never sought it out again. Rick was bringing back those fantasies.
My cock grew as I thought of his smile, the sparkle in his eyes. During our workout I couldn’t help but notice he had a good size package on him. Now I thought of how it would feel, as it grew hard in my hand. I wondered how big he was. I began to stroke myself as I fantasized about Rick. My own cock was as stiff as it has ever been.
I couldn’t believe I was in the clubs shower room, stroking myself. When Rick and I finished our workout he said he had to go. I was a little disappointed because I wanted to get a glimpse of him naked and see if I could see that cock of his. No such luck. We had exchanged numbers and agreed to call each other and set up future workouts. We were the last two males left in the club so I didn’t worry about someone hearing me stroke off.
I couldn’t believe what I was thinking and what I was doing. I hadn’t been this turned on in such a long time. I was totally lost in my fantasy. I had no idea I was being watched.
“Let me do that for you.” I turned in shock as the voice brought me back to reality.
I stammered, absolutely unable to say anything. Rick was standing there naked, watching me.
“I… I… I thought you left,” was all that would come out of my mouth.
“I couldn’t get you off my mind, Steve,” he said. “I took the chance you would still be here.”
He walked over to me, his eyes looking into mine. “You turned me on so much during our workout.”
“M-me, I turned you on?” I softly responded.
“Yes, you did,” he said.
Rick reached out to touch my face but I stepped back. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Rick thought I was offended.
“I’m sorry,” he said as he took a step back. “I don’t mean to be so forward. There is just something about you…” his voice trailed off.
“I know you are not gay, Steve, forgive me. I didn’t mean to frighten you.” Such a sad look came over his face. “I-I, I just thought…” now it was his turn to stammer.
My heart was racing. I had never had an encounter like this. I never had another man tell me I turned him on. Rick was on the verge of walking away. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I reached for my bath sponge and soap.
“You wanted to give me a hand,” I said as I handed him the items.
He took them and he smiled. What a beautiful smile. He soaped up the sponge, reached out and started to run the sponge over my skin. He was so gentle. He started at my shoulders and slowly worked his way down. The sponge caressed my belly. He seemed to like it, spending extra time on it. “So cute,” he said.
I was so rock hard and excited I thought I would explode any second. He stopped and looked me in the eyes. He dropped the sponge. ‘Not needed,’ he said as he smiled a devilish grin.
He took the soap and soaped up his hands. Now his slippery hands ran across my tummy and slipped down. His touch was electric. I was surely going to cum soon. Then his soapy hands were on my cock and balls. My knees weakened and I had to lean against the shower wall for support.
Slowly his right hand stroked my cock as his left cupped my balls. I put my arms around his neck, mainly for more support but it drew him against me. I looked into his eyes and found myself putting my lips on his. I had never kissed a man but with Rick it felt so natural. My soapy body slipped against his. I felt his own hard cock pressed against mine as Rick drew his arms up and around me, pulling me tighter to him.
We kissed passionately. My hands working up and down his back. I let my hands slide down to his ass, where I grabbed his ass checks and pulled him against me, grinding my cock against his. I never felt such a sensation before. His cock was so much bigger than mine. He had to be a good 8 inches. I wondered what it would feel like in my mouth but before I could act on that thought Rick and dropped down, his face at my cock.
“Shaved? Nice,” and proceeded to take my cock into his mouth.
Rick’s head bobbed back and forth. He made incredible slurping noises as his mouth sucked on my cock. I grabbed his head with my hands and started to fuck his mouth. I have received some great blowjobs by females before, or so I thought. Rick was a man who definitely knew how to please with his mouth.
My moans told Rick he was doing a great job. He grabbed my ass with both hands and forced my cock harder and deeper into his mouth. I could feel the tip of my cock hit the back of his throat. I couldn’t hold back anymore. He was going to make me cum.