About 20 years ago I was approaching 30 and very fit. I worked out 5 days a week, cycled every day, and jogged about 20 miles a week. I had no problem picking up women. I was about 5'7" 135 pounds brown slightly balding hair, deep brown sparkling eyes. I worked outdoor construction so I had a very pronounced farmers tan going,
Well, one day at the gym a guy I had talked to a few times, about my height, salt and pepper hair, and a fit average build approached saying he heard I was a mechanical kind of guy. He asked if I could take a look at his 10-speed, to see if it would work for his first triathlon. I agreed to take a look after our perspective workouts and followed him back to his place when we were done.
He had a very nice home in a quiet neighborhood, just down the road from me. Once I saw his 10 speed, I realized it was the bike from his childhood. He was now in his mid 50's. There was rust, and so many issues I told him not to even think about it. I told him about the bicycle shop that I dealt with 30 miles away, and told him the name of the guy that always gave me a good deal. We chatted in the garage for a bit, and I learned that he had just finished up treatment for testicular cancer (he had one removed). Which was why he was now at the gym 6 days a week training for marathons and now triathlons.
About 2 weeks later I had road my bike to the gym. He approached me and thanked me for the advice. He said that he went to where I told him and gave them my name. After he told me he ended up with a very good deal on the last years model of a road bike, he then started asking me where he should be riding to train for the triathlon. I told him I wasn't sure, but if he stuck to climbing hills he would be ready for anything the race threw at him. Well after jaw jacking for about 10 min, he asked if he could just ride around with me. I agreed and told him I would swing by his place on my way to the gym the next day. Since it was only about a mile out of my way, and we both seemed to have the same schedule. It really wasn't much of an inconvenience.
I show up the next evening, he was just in some jogging shorts sitting on his back deck. When he stood up I couldn't help but notice the outline of his cock thru his shorts. At this time I had never been with a man and had no plans on it. That log falling off his leg was just impossible not to notice. Well, we get on our bikes and ride around before we head to the gym for our work out. When we got back to his place, he offered me a beer. Having worked all day, cycled about 20 miles and lifted I said no thank you.