I gave up my pursuits of sex with men over a year ago. I am married and have children. I have no interest in being divorced and my wife would never accept an open relationship, much less one involving gay sex. So, I stopped with the hookups, the Sniffies and the Grindr pursuits. Yes, there are days when I fantasize, but I have moved on to keeping those in my mind only.
That was until last week, when the most unexpected encounter occurred. I live in a country club and spend my fitness time playing tennis. By and large, most of the men and women I play with are older. I am 50 and considered younger. About a month ago, I played in a club doubles tournament with other men. It was a very hot day and I played 3 matches. I retired to the locker room with nothing on my mind other than the enjoyment of the air conditioning, when a neighbor from down my street sat down next to me and began changing his shoes and shirt.
I know him, his name was Eric. He was probably 60 years old, had graying hair, was clean shaven and had a New York accent. He was around 240, 6 foot tall and not necessarily in shape. Not completely out of shape, but not someone I was attracted to. I would never even thick Eric was gay. He certainly showed no sign of that. I really did not know him though. He was just a guy I would see in passing.
Eric struck up conversation with me. The conversation was just “How did you do?”, “It is so hot in Florida in March,” and other normal chat. After I changed out of my shirt, and was about to get up to go, Eric said, “You smell great man, hope to see you on the courts again soon.” I thought Eric was being facetious, so in banter I replied, “Yea right, I smell like a trucker on long haul who hasn’t showered for a week.” Eric smiled, and said back, “That is truck I would want to be in.” I brushed it off and walked out of the locker room.
I went home that day and jumped in the shower. I was not attracted to Eric, was I? I couldn’t get that comment out of my mind. Why would Eric say “I smelled good?” It was an odd comment, but somehow I was thinking of man sex. I stood in the shower and found myself slowly stroking my shaft thinking of Eric. I was hard. I stroked my cock and began moving my fingers up and down my ass crack imagining being fucked. Imagining being filled with a hard cock from behind while I was crushed against the glass door of the shower. Then my wife crashed into the bathroom. I turned and the fantasy immediately ended. She did not catch me, thankfully. We made small talk, and I let the fantasy slip away.
After this event, our tennis club was setting up singles matches for those who wanted to play. At my club, most men play doubles only. I am one of the few who still enjoy singles matches. And so, I played matches over the next few weeks and then I walked up to the court on a Thursday afternoon, and there sat Eric. I had not really talked to him since that time in the locker room. We shook hands and expressed our pleasantries. We warmed up and started to play tennis.
Eric was not a great tennis player. He was not bad, but not great. However, he was interesting. He was a retired accountant from New York City, he was 61 and lived by himself in a small 2-bedroom house down the street from me. We talked about life, my wife, my kids, his kids, politics, religion and investments. Eric was interesting and without question a guy I could relate to and have a beer with. In the back of my mind, I thought about his comment, but realized after talking to him over tennis, this guy was not gay. He just made an odd comment.
When the match ended, Eric sat next to me on the bench, courtside. We were both drinking water, enjoying a little breeze sitting under the center court pavilion. Eric joked, “You did not go easy on me today…” I responded, “Uhh, I am about to fall over from heat stroke, I would say you gave me a tough match.” Eric laughed and said, “God your body smells so good.” There was complete silence. What? I was so confused with him. I had to deflect this comment.
I responded, “Yea, tell my wife that, she’s going to demand I hit the showers the second I walk into the house.” Eric smiled, “Oh I wouldn’t, I would just enjoy it. It’s hot in so many ways.” I again tried to deflect, “Yea, it is hot.” It was not working, my deflection that is. I found myself looking at Eric’s tennis shorts. He had a nice bulge. The silence and me trying not to look at his cock, became strange.
Eric broke it and said, “In Europe and other places, natural smell and non-use of deodorant is pretty common. I have found that it either repels a man, or it can lure a man…or it can just be neutral.” I commented, “That is interesting, I did have a French teacher who did not wear deodorant. I can recall her smell even today, and that was back in grade school.” Excitedly, Eric exclaimed, “Yes! Exactly! You see, you were a kid, but you remember her, not by what she looked like but by her smell.” Eric then said, “I have an experiment.” I asked, “What is it?” Come closer, smell near my pits and draw it in, then be honest, repelled, neutral or lured?”
I laughed uneasily. He said, “Jack, nobody is out here. Cmon, just entertain me on this.” I then leaned in, smelled him and noticed he did have a man scent. At this point, for whatever reason, I could feel my cock growing in my tennis shorts. I had tennis dry fit briefs on, but I was growing fast. I stopped and sat back. Eric then said, “So, which is it?” I couldn’t say “lured”, I just couldn’t. I said uneasily, “Neutral, you smell like a man, it is not a bad scent.” Eric smiled. “Well Jack, your scent is intoxicating to me. I would go with lured.” Eric then completely changed the subject. “Well, I am going to the pool. Can you put some lotion on my back in the bathroom before we part?”
The bathrooms at the tennis courts were private, you could close the door, you could lock them and they were air conditioned. At this point, I knew that something sexual would occur if I followed him. I mean, a guy asking another guy to go to a private bathroom to apply suntan lotion was about the gayest request a man could make. My mind was telling me, you cannot do this, it’s a neighbor, it is way too close to home. But I quickly said, “Sure!” and I followed him.
As we entered the bathroom, Eric locked it behind us, threw his bag on the sink area and produced SPF 50. He took off his shirt, his shoes and his shorts. He was undressing right before me. He turned away from me and stood there waiting for me to go to work. I noticed he was somewhat muscular and his ass was heavy and white. He had a traditional jock strap on, which was sexy to me. His back and skin were smooth. I started to apply the lotion, and he moaned softly, “That’s nice, thanks.”
Eric asked, “Can you do my legs?” I agreed and squatted down and began with his ankles. At this point his ass was in my face. I could see his pubic hair and glimpsed his balls cupped into the jock strap. His ass had hair outlining the edges. He was sweaty and dirty. My cock was fully hard while rubbing his legs and staring at his ass. “Mmm…” Eric moaned, “That is nice.” He quickly turned around.
Eric’s cock was bulging through his jock strap. He looked down at me and said, quietly, “You have me so hard Jack.” He gently pulled his jock strap down, where it fell to the floor around his ankles. He was hairy, but trimmed. His pubes where thick, but trimmed around his hard thick cock. He was about seven inches, with large hairy balls and a thick veiny cock. I had to have his cock in my mouth. It was cut, soft, thick and beautiful. I would not have imagined Eric’s cock would be so sexually enticing.
Eric bent his cock head down towards me, as if he could read my mind. I gently grabbed his balls with my left hand, and grabbed his hard cock with my right. I took his cock deep in my mouth, and began rhythmically bringing his cock in and out of mouth, coaxing his balls with my left hand. I could smell his man scent as I got closer his pubic hairs. I could smell his musky ass. I could taste his precum. He tasted almost sour but sweet. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and pushed the precum to the tip and licked it and sucked it off gently. Every drip of precum caused me to want him more. Eric grabbed my hair gently and moaned softly, “Jack, that feels so incredible.” He began gently thrusting his hips. I could not take his cock too deep into my throat, but I was trying to go deeper and deeper without choking. I wanted all of him in me. My saliva was pouring out of my mouth. I took my right hand and began using my saliva to jerk him off while sucking his 7 inch cock.
Eric said quietly, “You’re going to make me cum….oh man, keep going.” I pulled his cock out of my mouth and saw the veiny glistening sides, I wanted his cum. I could taste his precum flowing more at this point. In and out, my head was bobbing and my tongue lashing the bottom of his cock, sucking his sweet cut mushroom head. Eric was now thrusting his hips and pulling my head closer to him. I could tell he was going to cum. His cock stiffened up and I felt the first gush of his cum blast into the back of my throat. His man seed filled my mouth. I hungrily continued sucking his cock and massaging his balls. Eric was breathing heavy, trying not to moan too loudly with pleasure. Several streams of his semen flowed from him as I swallowed his delicious cum. I was so hard at this point, that I was about to cum. I looked down and my precum had a spot showing through my briefs and onto my tennis shorts.
But Eric was spent. His cock was losing its hardness. I let his cock out of my mouth and pressed my face on his leg, smelling his man odor and his cum. It was then that we could hear members of the club outside of the door. One even jiggled the door, as they were going to try to use the bathroom. We both quickly organized ourselves and waited till the coast was clear to return to the courts.
When we got back to the courts, Eric went back to cordial and intelligent Eric. Not the seductive Eric who I just gave an orgasm to. Eric said, “We should do this again soon. I had a lot of fun.” I responded, “Yea, 100% it was great.” I didn’t know how to ask him, “What about me?” By this point, I had blue balls. My cock and balls were sore, I was so horny and needed a release. But Eric kept it professional. To my disappointment, he had to go. He said he was meeting people at the pool. I had so many questions, would he tell anyone? Was he going to keep this a secret? I didn’t ask and we parted ways.
When I got home, thankfully my wife was not there. I went into the shower and thought about Eric’s hot cock, his chest, his manly body, his ass and his scent. I began masturbating with the conditioner. It was probably not healthy, but I wanted to cum so badly. As I stroked my cock up and down, I moved my other hand to my ass and began fingering myself, imaging a cock going in and out of me. I pushed in one finger and then two, rubbing my prostate. I could handle a cock still. That amazing feeling of all those sensors around my hole came alive. I could feel waves of pleasure up and down my body. I pushed my ass out and fantasized about Eric putting his cock deep into me, I could feel his body pressing against me, his balls slapping into my ass. I was now finger fucking myself in a way I have never done before. I then began coming so hard, while rubbing my prostate that my legs were shaking. Long stream of my semen dripped down the glass shower door.
I wanted to see Eric again. But I was not sure if I would. I didn’t know how to ask.
