The changing rooms at the gym are a funny place, in that it's the only place you see other men naked, and it is all supposed to be innocent -- we're all men together and yes we have knobs and pubic hair and buttocks, but that's irrelevant. Personally I don't pay much attention. But one day there was a guy in there who I had seen doing some weights but not really noticed more than that. It wasn't until he came into the changing rooms afterwards and I saw him without his shirt that I became interested. In fact I realised I was staring. He was aged mid thirties, fairly fit and muscular but with a bit of a stomach, plus he was black and had some chest hair and a good crop growing out from the top of his shorts. I told myself to stop looking, but I glanced up at his face and he was looking at me too.
That night I had a wank thinking about him. I felt I had to get him naked in private. So the next day I went to the gym at the same time, and sure enough he was there again. He didn't shower, just changed his shirt, so I thought maybe he lived close by. I quickly got dressed and followed him out of the building. He strode past the car park and out along the road. I managed to catch up with him and started making conversation about the gym and what we did there. After a couple of minutes he stopped outside a gate and said he lived there. Would I like to come in for a coffee? Very nice of you, I said, as calmly as I could.
He lived in the bottom flat. He told me to sit down and went to make the drinks. I sat on the settee and when he came back in he sat next to me. He also had a bottle of whisky, and poured some into his coffee. 'Want some?' he asked, and I said yes. We talked some more and he topped the whisky up several times until I was feeling pretty relaxed. Then he looked at me and said 'What do you want?'
'I want to look at your penis,' I said, my heart racing. He stood up and said 'Come on, then,' and led the way into the bedroom. He closed the door behind us and took off his shirt. Again I enjoyed the look of his dark skin and black body hair. 'Help yourself,' he said, putting his arms apart as if he was being frisked at an airport. He had tracksuit bottoms on, so I just untied a lace and slid them down. To do that, of course, I had to kneel in front of him. My face was in front of his purple underpants. Pubic hair oozed from the top and sides of his pants. I nuzzled his bulge with my nose and smelled that combination of sweat, cock and urine that I love so much. I slid his pants down and his cock hung there, slowly rising. He sat on the bed and pulled the clothes over his feet and off.
