Lifting Weights andNew Secret

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I drove past his hundred- and fifty-year-old farmhouse three times. This time was different. I could attribute the first encounter to happenstance. I could blame it on a weak, very horny moment in time. A moment that led to our book store play and secrets to keep. The moment I turned into his driveway, though, it was a conscious choice to do whatever it was we were about to do. This would be a game changer. I was seeking him out now and it scared the hell out of me. It scared me because I wanted it to happen with every fiber of my being. Over the course of the three weeks after I’d run into Phil that day, I had stroked my cock countless times thinking about it.The thing that intrigued me the most was not what had happened. What intrigued me was all the things I had fantasized about happening after that night. I had never entertained some of the ideas I had come to fantasize about in those few weeks afterwards. All I knew was I came harder than I had ever come thinking about him. When I ran into him at church that Sunday and shook his hand, it was electric. He pulled me in a bit and said, “bench press, Monday, 4.30 pm.” The knowing smile on his face and his soft blue eyes made isvecbahis my cock ache.Finally, I worked up the nerve to pull into his long driveway. My stomach was in knots as I saw him step into the doorway of his barn with that knowing smile. I parked and he waved me into the barn, where he had a small workout area set up. Simple equipment of a bench, squat rack and barbells. The bench already had one hundred and eighty-five pounds loaded. Phil was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a classic tank top undershirt. At sixty years old, he still looked strong and from the memory of wrestling him in the pool that summer, he was strong.“If you don’t mind, I’ve already warmed up,” he said as he sat down on the bench. I naturally moved to spot him as he put his hands on the bar. He glanced back at the bulge in my cotton gym shorts and smiled, “looks like you’re warmed up too,” he quipped as he started moving the weight. Ten reps later, he racked and said, “your turn, stud.” Back and forth the pattern continued, adding weight with each set. The barn was hot in September and my shirt came off. For more than just the heat, his eyes on my body turned me on. The sexual tension was isveçbahis giriş high and unspoken.Finally, with two twenty-five on the bar, Phil said, “let’s take a bet, the most reps with this weight, washes the others back in the shower.” I wasn’t planning on showering but the Midwest heat was sticky and with a chance to transition into what I actually showed up for, I agreed. The count ended up being six to seven, with me being the victor. Phil didn’t seem upset at all by that fact as he just smiled.We walked into the house and he took me to the shower. “Go ahead and get started, I’ll grab us some towels,” Phil said as I pushed down my gym shorts to reveal my already stiff cock. He spoke words to me but his eyes never left my thick dripping hard-on. The water was warm on my skin, as I heard the shower curtain move and he stepped in behind me. Before I could turn around and face him, his hands were on my shoulders. Then trailed across my back muscles, hips and then he cupped my ass, and groaned. Quickly, his arms moved around my body, pulling me into him. His chest pressed to my back, his hard cock against my ass, when he reached around and firmly grabbed my cock. isveçbahis yeni giriş His other hand cupped my balls. I could feel his breath on my neck as he started to grind his thick six-inch cock against my ass. This was like nothing I had experienced before, his hands on my cock, feeling his hardness against me; instinct took over as I reached back and grabbed his hip and pushed my ass against him. His lips were on my neck, my legs were shaking from the excitement.I wanted to see him, look at him and touch him so badly. I broke our embrace and turned to face him. His hand finding my cock again, I stepped to him. I reached for his thick cock; it felt so good in my hand. Then I reached for his ass and him for my back, pulling us close together. Cheek to cheek, chest to chest, both lost in the touch of our bodies then, his head turned, then mine. His lips were on mine in an instant. Mouths open, tongue seeking out tongue, swirling. Never had I dreamed a month earlier I would be kissing a man. Especially not Phil, my spiritual council, and now guiding me to new levels of ecstasy and eroticism. The way he kissed was like no other I’ve ever experienced. It was raw, hungry, strong, aggressive and tender all in one. His hand left my cock as he pulled me into a full embrace, our cocks grinding together. He pulled me back against the shower wall, propping one of his legs up on the tub side, while we continued to kiss.

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