The Number One Tan Man

My name is Drew (Andrew, actually) and I work out at a Health Club almost every day. Actually, it is not really a "work out" -- I swim laps -- about 3/4 mile. I love being almost naked and feeling the water caressing me. (I once belonged to a club where men could swim naked and I would often have a 7" "centerboard" keeping me in line!)

It also keeps me in quite good shape -- 5'10", 160 pounds, a 41" chest (hairy, with nicely defined pecks and responsive nipples), a 32" waist with a nice tight butt and strong legs that drive me through the water -- or into other things! I look good in a speedo -- even at forty five years old. I am attracted to other men and love looking them over -- it is one of the best reasons to stay in shape -- especially when they look back at me and get turned on!

The other day after my usual swim, I stripped and steamed and did the sauna thing as usual, then went to the shower room. The possibility that there might be someone to check out is usually sufficient to enlarge my instrument a bit and I was particularly horny that day. A well tanned, good looking guy walked past, carrying his towel so his organ was not covered. He looked into my stall, our eyes met, and his moved quickly to my crotch. Naturally, I returned the favor. He turned and went to a shower directly across from me, hung up his towel and turned back toward me showing his equipment beginning to rise. His dick is quite nice.

We dress in different areas, but leave at about the same time. We go to our cars - his is a red Accura with a great license - 1 TAN MAN. I start to follow him out, but I chicken out. I am not sure what is up - other than what is pressing hard between my legs. As much as I hate it, discretion is my middle name.

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For the next few weeks, when I would come to swim, I would look for his car in the lot. I found it often and it was always a rush. I hoped that we would meet in the shower or the lockers and that I would have the courage to say something, but for some reason, I did not see him

It has been several weeks. I pull into the spa and 1 TAN MAN is there and I park across from him. I swim and do the steam room. As I sit cooling down, I see him go into the locker room. The rush is something and my dick responds. What is it about him? (Could be his slender body with a nice "six pack" and well-defined muscles and the lovely bikini tan-line that shows off his ample equipment so well). I head for the showers and take a vacant stall with an empty one directly opposite. I strip and a minute or two later he arrives, sees me, pauses and takes the stall that looks into mine. In seconds, my dick is larger than usual. He turns on the water with his back to me, then turns toward me with a stiffening cock.

I try to maintain control, but mine becomes hard. I thrust it in his direction and he does the same. I grab my towel, dry off and push my hard up against my stomach and head for the locker room. I am nearly dressed before he comes out of the showers. When he ditches his towel, his dick is limp, but looks just wonderful.

As I go to leave, he stops me and says, "Wait for me at the desk, we have to talk!" I wait. He comes out of the locker room, smiles and motions toward the door. I follow him to our cars. He asks, "Will you follow me home?"

"Sure," I respond.

"I'm Kelvin," he adds as he opens his car door.

"I'm Drew," I say and we get in our cars. My hands are shaking! We arrive at his place, he pulls into his garage, I park in the driveway and join him in the garage. He pushes the button and the door goes down, and we are alone.

"Come on upstairs, it will be alright." he invites guiding me toward the steps.

We come up into the kitchen. He asks if I would like a drink - "Bourbon and water, please." I respond.

"Why don't you go in the living room and put on some music and I will bring in the drinks. There are a bunch of discs on the shelf by the CD player" He suggests.

I go to the living room and begin looking over the stack of compact discs and fill the changer. I hope for a long playtime.

Kelvin dims the lights on his way in with the drinks. He hands me mine. He has removed his shoes and socks, pulled out his shirt and unbuttoned it so it hangs open revealing his very pretty, naked torso. I feel a surge at my crotch and he sits down beside me on the couch. "Well, here we are," he begins. "To a glorious afternoon and evening," he toasts and we clink our glasses together as the soothing music rolls in the background.

I respond with a nervous, "Here, here!" knocking back most of the bourbon as I kick off my shoes and slide off the socks. Kelvin leans over and gives me a gentle kiss, then another, then slides his tongue in my mouth. I lie back and he presses against me. My dick is hard and I feel his stiff tool against me. I start to unbutton my shirt, but Kelvin pushes my hand away.

"That's my job," he says with a smile and continues. When he reaches the trousers, rather than pull the shirt out, he unbuckles my belt, unhooks the trousers and slides the zipper down. After releasing the last two buttons, he fondles my cock under the briefs. "Hot, hard and ready." he observes with a smile.

"More ready than I dreamed I would be," I respond while beginning to fondle his naked torso. I unhook his belt, open his trousers, pull down his zipper and slide my hand under his briefs and play with his stiff rod.

"Let's get these clothes out of the way," He says as he stands, sliding his briefs and pants down and stepping out of them in one motion. His erection is 7-8 inches long, stiff and hard and almost perpendicular to his flat, strong abdomen. He holds his rod, and pulls on it a couple of times.

I stand and press hard against him and we kiss passionately. His hands come up under my shirt and I let him slip it off. As our warm, naked bodies press together, his hand moves down to my open trousers and around my hard cock. He slides my briefs and trousers down together and I step out of them. We hug tight and kiss, our tongues deep in each other's mouth. We press against each other and hump.

"Oh, wow!" Kelvin moans, moving away a bit and stroking my organ.

"No kidding!" I respond as I reach down and begin touching, stroking and encouraging his long, warm tool.

He moves his hands from my cock to my butt, which he gently squeezes and directs me toward the couch and we collapse into the soft cushions. We hump against each other as we hug and kiss. He moves down and begins kissing my balls, moves up and brings his mouth around the head of my stiff dick "It feels so good!" I moan.

He moves so his rod is at my mouth, and we begin to suck. His fiery hot rod seems ready to go right down my throat and he seems ready to swallow mine when we both convulse violently and shoot our loads gulping down each other's cum.

We lay together, gently caressing the still rigid rods in our mouths with our tongues. After several minutes, Kelvin pulls away from my dick and slides his rod out of my mouth, and we sit up. Though the driving lust that had brought us together has subsided some, we both still have erections.

"I have plenty left, and it looks as if you do too," he said acknowledging my stiff cock. He finishes his drink, picks up my empty glass and heads for the kitchen to make another. His rod is only slightly diminished and protrudes nicely, swinging from side to side as he walks into the kitchen.

I can't wait to see what we will do next.

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