Authors Note: Parts of this story are true and some parts fantasy. Part 2 will follow shortly.
My past was fairly normal. I did fairly well in school, with math being my worst subject and phys education my best. I was extremely shy and lacked confidence and this inhibited my dating life. I had little sexual experience until nineteen when a girl I dated gave me a hand job.
Although it felt great, I had thoughts of what it may have felt from her perspective. What did it feel like to hold a hard cock? What thoughts did she have while sucking me? Would seeing me spurt arouse her or would she think it was an icky mess?
I didn't reach the two minute mark before I started spurting and after the wonderful release I felt guilty for making a mess on her hand and top. I never dated her again and she never contacted me.
I completed university, got a job, married and raised two children. I coached baseball in summer and hockey in winter and now it was time to get back to playing sports. Baseball was fun and hockey was something I always looked forward to.
Hockey was a social league and ages ranged from eighteen to eighty, most being in their thirties and forties. After the games, most guys changed and headed home or to the pre-arranged bar and some would take the time to shower.
As a complete surprise, I began to sneak peeks at the naked guys, one in particular. Like myself, he was in his mid-forties and unlike me, the head of his cock was hidden by foreskin. Although the other cocks had their appeal, nothing compared to this uncircumsized penis.
We played two times a week and I started to enjoy seeing his cock more than playing hockey. Unfortunately, he only played on the same team for one year and I never saw him again.
Hockey continued for years and so did my peeking. No two cocks looked the same. From short, medium to long ... thin and thick and most circumcised.
Over the years, sex with my wife dwindled from twice a week to twice a month and then sometimes once or not at all. Masturbation changed from once a week, to twice and then almost every day. It always felt heavenly, but still not as good as being touched by my wife.
Watching porn also changed from once a month, to once a week and then several times a week. I started watching lesbian porn and then to homemade porn of a wife fingering herself and using a vib.
While viewing a wife rubbing herself, her husband adjusted her legs and his penis came into view. It was semi-hard and fairly large around. The head was rounded like a mushroom and a sparkling drop was exposed from his pee slit.
He shifted her so that her butt was hanging over the foot of the bed and his legs were on either side of her. Seeing a nude guy's butt was less than appealing and I was about to close the video when he bent over her, she held his cock and began rubbing it over her pussy.
Her sex glistened in pink wetness and his cock grew to full erectness. I watched as over six inches of male thickness slid into her.
His anus was exposed and it held no interest to me, but his balls and ball sac did. His hips moved and almost all of his cock slipped out, only to slide slowly back inside.
I knew how good it felt for him, but my thoughts went to her. How did it feel to have a full, erect penis inside and how did it feel to be in such a submissive position?
He began to thrust quicker and she arched to him in rhythm. Their breathing was deeper and their passionate sounds filled my ears. Then he held still and deep and I watched as his anus and balls twitched, each twitch a spurt of his essence going inside her.
I loved that feeling, spurting my seed deep into my wife, but now I wondered, how does it feel to receive a man's seed?
I wanted to be her. I wanted to feel what she was feeling.
After months of watching homemade husband and wife videos, I realized that my wishes to be the wife was my defense mechanism to justify thoughts of wanting another man to penetrate me.
I wanted a cock in my ass. I wanted to suck a cock and be penetrated by one.
I explored some bi-male and gay web sites and even corresponded with a few other males, but never got the nerve to take it further. Years of fantasy thoughts continued and my wife's loss of sexual interest resulted in no sex at all.
It was time for a change and in my early sixties I got introduced to pickleball. It is such a fun game, with as many women playing as men. It also brought me back to a men's change room, where some men change from running shoes to street shoes and others strip and shower.
One older gent, seemed to be more on my schedule than the others and he was one of the few guys that would shower at the end of the game. I'm six feet tall with broad shoulders and he's 5' 10" with a fairly fit body and hairy chest. At one time his chest hair must have been all black, but now there was more salt than pepper.
His cock wasn't the largest I'd seen, nor was it the smallest and the head of his cock was completely covered with skin. Even more skin puckered at the tip than the cock I had enjoyed seeing while playing hockey.
He wasn't shy and never covered in modesty. I played four to five times a week and would see him two to three times. I enjoyed playing partners with him and loved peaking at his sexy cock.
Similar to myself, he was married, his kids were married and sex with his wife had dwindled to nothing. On several occasions we stopped for coffee after playing and soon became good friends.
Although he never said anything, I'm sure he was aware of my not so sneaky peeks and perhaps him not wrapping a towel around himself was for my benefit. After a particular demanding set of games, we both headed to the change room with soaked t-shirts.
We sat on the bench with our t-shirts off, chatting about the game and what went right and what went wrong. All the other guys had come and gone.
Andrew stripped. "Time to shower. Looks like we both need one."
I had lost some weight and was in the normal range for a person my height, but I never did like being nude in front of others.
"C'mon," he said and walked towards the showers.
'Why not,' I decided and slipped off my shoes, socks, gym shorts and underwear. I grabbed my towel, wrapped it around my hips and headed to the showers.
It's an open concept shower with four shower heads and hangers at the sides. Andrew was second from the left and turned as I hung my towel and turned the tap on the far right shower.
He smiled. "Glad you joined me."
The water was a little too hot and I turned the tap a bit to the right.
"Me too. The water feels great."
"You look good," he said.
It was weird to hear another guy say that and even weirder to hear my own response.
"So do you."
He smiled. "I've seen you looking and it's been great for my ego."
My first instinct was to deny, but honesty is the best policy. "I thought I was being careful. Guess my peeking abilities aren't as good as I thought they were."
