Dan looked into space as he taped the young athletes ankle. Something he had done hundreds of times. The young guys at the college were good for him. The ever present banter and camaraderie were always a welcome part of his day and since loosing his wife to cancer more than a year and a half ago he loved the personal connection he had with many of the athletes.
He volunteered here at the college after retirement from his own physical therapy practice and still being relatively young at 62 he wasn't ready to give up being active.
"Ok Jeff there you go, leave that wrapped until after you've iced it after you get home."
"You're the man Dan." It was getting to be a bit of a joke with some of the guys. Jeff got up from the table and gave Dan a pat on the back in appreciation of his skills in taking care of his ankle injury.
Zach, one of the other trainers had asked Dan to stay and take a look at a nagging groin injury.
"Thanks for staying after work to take a look Dan."
"It's not a problem, does the whirlpool seem to be helping at all."
"It is, but it's aggravated by everything it seems. It's tight and its tough to get loosened up before I go for a run." Zachs expression changed when the hot water hit that critical part of his anatomy as he got into the pool. "It seems my 40's are not as resilient as my 30's". He laughed.
"Well stretch it both before and after, and ice after for sure." Dan paused putting away supplies.
They chatted about several topics including how the college football team was performing this season.
Zach had been a friend to Dan since before the passing of his wife and would stop by his house frequently while out on his afternoon run to check in with him. They had become trusted friends as well as colleagues.
"Do you massage it when it gets tight?"
"I haven't been, I guess I'm just not sure of the effectiveness of it I suppose." Zach had gotten out of the pool and was drying off.
"Come over here and lay back on the exam table and let me have a look." Dan walked over to the table Zach was pushing himself onto.
Zach was a little nervous about having this sensitive of an area prodded and felt by his friend. He had never let on or talked to Dan about his relationships or orientation or anything of that nature even though there had been some attraction for Dan.
Being bisexual wasn't something he felt comfortable divulging to his colleagues let alone the students. The assumption was that since Dan had been married to a woman that there would never be anything romantic or sexual between them.
But still the attraction was there and he really didn't want to have to explain getting a hard on while having his groin examined.
"Ok lets have a look." Dan pushed up the leg of Zachs shorts and started to feel for tightness in the muscles of his upper inner thigh.
"Yeah, these are very tight, your not going to want to run before getting loosened up. Let's see what we can do."
With that Dan started to push and kneed those tight muscles. His hands brushing Zach's balls occasionally and as he pushed and rubbed deeper and more forceful into the muscle tissues causing Zach's hips to move about the table some and with it his cock flopping around in his loose fitting gym shorts.
Zach closed his eyes while Dan's fingers worked on his groin. Partly because he was trying to divert his thoughts away from the sensations he was getting from the attention his groin was receiving, and partly because he couldn't help but enjoy the attention.
He felt his cock getting hard and started to panic. "How could I let myself get carried away?" He thought.
"Listen, Dan...I'm going to have to run, I didn't realize it was getting so late."
Zach lowered himself off of the examination table and rushed to the lockers to get dressed without saying much more.
Dan was disappointed in himself. "How could you let it go so far Dan? What were you thinking?"
It was troubling to him because he valued his friendship with Zach and he didn't want to jeopardize it by wanting more than what was there. He didn't want it to become awkward, and surely he didn't want to become known as the lecherous old man that volunteered in the training room.
Zach left embarrassed that he had let himself get carried away with his attraction towards Dan. During the last several months in lending an ear to help Dan with his grief he had become fond of him. So far it had just presented itself as friendship even though if he were honest with himself it was becoming more than that.
Dan was dealing with all the emotions of loosing his wife pretty well, he missed her but while she was sick he grew weary of watching the cancer take its toll and draining the life out of her. When she passed it was in part a relief she wasn't suffering anymore.
But the other part hurt. Sometimes it seemed unbearable. The loss he felt would have overwhelmed him had he not had a good friend to confide in and lean on.
Zach was instrumental in helping him deal with the loss and guilt he had of feeling some relief. He also was helping him move past it and not become paralyzed by it. And Dan was grateful for it. It certainly was healing for him to be able to feel at ease in sharing his thoughts and his deep emotions.
Dan went home and was cooking dinner and reflecting on what had transpired in the training room. He was a mix of being a little embarrassed and also excited that it was becoming apparent that his friend liked it. It was obvious that he was getting an erection and that gave Dan some hope he would again feel desired by another person.
Zach went home and readied himself for his evening run. His thoughts captivated by his friend getting him hard by massaging his groin. Surely he had to know what effect it would have on him. Did he just imagine his hand inadvertently brushing his testicles? I mean it did happen. But was it on purpose? Because he is a trainer after all. At times it is required that he address a problem with a groin and that's going to put his hands close to another man's junk.
But still he had never had one of the other trainers "accidentally" touch his balls before. And it was that thought that occupied his imagination. He set out on his leisurely run through the aging neighborhood with well established trees that overhung and met in the middle of the street. The old neighborhood had the charm of a well kept college town with the mix of its age and the youthfulness the students and staff brought it.
Dan made one of his favorites, crab fettuccine. He liked making it. The combination of the smell of the crab cooking in its wine sauce and the garlic bread under the broiler and sipping a Grenache Blanc while he cooked it. It seemed to be a meal that appealed to his libido as well.
He wasn't sure if it was the shell fish or more likely the memory of going out with his wife and enjoying a romantic sea food meal out on the wharf and coming home and making love all night. But nevertheless it had an effect on him.
Zach's run was more leisurely than usual. Maybe it was that he wanted to take it easy on his groin injury, but more likely what he was processing mentally. He felt a tug to drop in on Dan.
But given that he rushed out of the training room earlier he wasn't quite sure what to say.
He felt the excitement of the possibility of his and Dans friendship moving beyond just being friends but also the apprehension from the possibility of misunderstanding what he was hoping were advances from Dan.
He found himself standing in the street facing Dans house paralyzed with indecision. Unable to make up his mind whether to approach the door or not. The sweat dripped from his face and a brief panic overtook him when he saw Dan open his front door and come outside.
"Are you going to stand in the street and risk getting hit by a car? Or do you think it might be better to come in and join me for dinner?" It was just like Dan to erase tension with his dry sense of humor.
Zach's anxiety instantly lifted when he got close enough to smell the combination of Ron's dinner mixed with the breeze of ocean air of their seaside community. A comfort came over him that was familiar, Dan had always had a way of recognizing and being able to ease tension. It's one of the things that made him so appealing.