Back when I was in my early twenties, I suddenly found myself out of a job when the company went bust. Because there weren't that many vacancies around locally, I took the first job I was offered, which was in a building supplies warehouse. A bit different from a nice warm office, but I had bills to pay so I couldn't afford to be too choosy.
It was a small operation, with one woman in the office, the manager who spent his entire day in front of his computer screen, plus a middle aged guy called Terry and me, the new guy.
It was Terry and I who did all the actual work, putting together customer orders, stacking paving and boxes of tiles.
I found it really hard, not being used to manual work, but Terry was pretty good about it and gave me a hand if I couldn't manage to lift something.
He did tease me though, about needing to eat more spinach like Popeye, or my porridge in the morning.
Terry was probably about the same age as my Dad, but was extremely fit, his arm muscles bulging as he effortlessly hoisted up a heavy crate of tiles on to the shelf, which made me look really puny. I found myself attracted to him, because of how masculine he was, with his close cropped hair, permanent five o'clock shadow and his dark brown eyes, always with a smile on his face.
He watched me struggling with buckets of ready mixed plaster and shook his head.
"You need to spend some time in the gym, young Mark, build up your muscles."
"I'm not that keen, when I went to join that big place in town, the place was full of Lycra clad gym bunnies and I didn't feel comfortable."
"Know what you mean, I wouldn't be happy there either. If you want I can take you to where I train and show you the ropes."
It was really good of him to offer. Terry was a friendly guy, but I hardly knew him and I was still a bit self conscious about showing anyone my body, especially someone who had muscles like he did.
He saw me hesitating and I think he guessed why.
"Look its just a small private gym, nothing fancy and all the guys that go there are my age or older, so there's no judgement and we just wear a vest and shorts or sweatpants, none of your trendy Lycra stuff. You'll be fine and to be honest if you want to keep this job, you need to build some muscle and strength. I don't see you being kept on if you can't pull your weight."
That last bit convinced me, because although I was struggling with the manual stuff, I did actually like working alongside Terry, who was friendly and sexy in a Dad kind of way, plus I definitely needed the money.
I agreed to go with him after work next day and was looking forward to seeing Terry in a pair of shorts and a vest if I was being honest.
On the way there in the car, Terry told me the set up.
"The gym's been on the go for years, owned by an old guy called Ed, a bit run down but everything works and it's clean. A couple of years ago when he was approaching 70, he thought it was time to retire and close the place down, but a bunch of regulars persuaded him to keep it open just for them. We all pay a share of the bills and Ed potters around to look after everything, which gives him something to do, so it works well."
"How many of you are there?"
"There's only a dozen of us, but some of us use it more than others"
When we got there, Terry used his key to let us in through the metal door and into a small reception area leading to lockers and showers.
An elderly guy was sitting behind the desk, looking lean, fit and muscled, with silver hair and beard. If Terry hadn't told me I would never have guessed he was in his seventies, he looked much younger.
"Ed, this is Mark, he's started working with me and needs to put on some muscle, so I'm going to give him some tips."
He shook hands.
"Nice to meet you Mark, I'm sure Terry will look after you, but I'm here if you need anything."
As we walked off towards the lockers, I noticed that Ed gave Terry a little wink and he called after us.
"Enjoy yourselves boys."
As we were getting changed, Terry kept his back to me, maybe just giving me privacy as he knew I was nervous about my appearance, so all I got was a view of his broad muscled back and shoulders as he exchanged his shirt for a muscle vest, then a glimpse of his naked behind before he pulled on a pair of well worn baggy shorts.
I quickly changed into my own shorts and tee, then we moved through to the gym.
It was a big square room with equipment spread around all sides. There were racks with dumbbells and barbells, a rowing machine, two benches, a contraption in the corner with lots of weights and pulleys, plus other bits of equipment that I didn't recognize. It was all a bit strange and confusing to me. No-one else was there, but Terry had already explained that it wasn't unusual to have the place to himself.
He started me off with some light dumbbells, telling me to copy what he was doing. That was easy enough, then he moved me to the bench.
"Don't worry, I won't give you anything too heavy to lift, just enough to let you get used to it and I'll be right there beside you."
I lay back, ready to take the barbell and found I was looking straight up at Terry's crotch, where an obvious bulge was tenting his shorts.
How was I supposed to concentrate on lifting with that above my head, but I took hold anyway and raised the barbell with surprising ease and did the reps as instructed.
All the time I was very conscious of Terry's cock. He wasn't wearing anything under his shorts and I swear I got a glimpse of his balls as he moved.
We took a break and he started showing me which muscle groups the exercise was working, by running his hands over my shoulders, arms and chest, which was a bit of a turn on for me, then he made me do a few more reps. Although they were quite light weights at least I was getting the hang of things.
Where I came unstuck was on the pulley contraption. Terry demonstrated how to pull the handles to raise the weights and lunge at the same time, but I kept getting it wrong, so Terry got behind me with his arms over mine to guide me through the exercise.
He was so close that I could feel his cock against my arse as we moved together, pressing into me and making it difficult to concentrate. We kept at it but it was Terry who was doing all the work, I was just going along with him, enjoying his stiffening cock prodding my backside.
We stopped, but Terry continued to hold on to me, wrapping his arms arms round my chest and his head close to mine.
"You've got a lovely arse, Mark. Are you up for a bit of fun with an old guy?"
I nodded, not really able to speak, all I was aware of was the hardness pushing at my arse.
"Good lad."
Terry turned me around and I don't know when he'd dropped his shorts, but the first thing I saw was his thick hard erection, standing straight up, at least eight inches with a big mushroom head.
I reached out and touched his cock, feeling it throb in my hand.
"Give it a suck for me, there's a good lad "
I dropped to my knees and managed to get his whole cock in my mouth, as he rocked on his heels and I could feel that big mushroom head hit the back of my throat.
After a while he told me to get up.
"You ready for my cock up your arse now?"
I was more than ready.
"Yes please."
He turned me around and pulled down my shorts.
"Ok, hold on to the straps."
I gripped the handles of the pulley machine and waited in anticipation of his cock probing my hole.
