I throw a towel over a shoulder and head toward the shower stalls down the hallway from the locker room. I had worked late and went straight to the gym. It was much later than usual.

There were only a few people in the large, well-equipped gym by the time I finished. At 43, I have to work harder than ever to stay in shape, to keep the flab away, to maintain some definition and tone. And I do. So tonight it was back and shoulders. A few sets with free weights. A few sets with pulleys.

Then 20 minutes on the elliptical, stepping up the resistance every few minutes until I am in a full sweat. Resistance is not futile.

For months I had noticed one guy, maybe 25, but probably younger, who always seemed to make it a point to say hello to me when we were there at the same time. He has black hair, sideburns, sort of an unshaven rough look. I think it is intentional. Hes a bit shorter than my 6-1, but seems to work hard and has a chiseled upper body. Ive thought that he probably has his way with more than a few women. Turns out its not women he wants. The water rolls over my body, washing away the shampoo in my hair. I wonder if my wife has kept some dinner warm for me.

The soap clears away the stench in my armpits.

My eyes are closed. I hear the plastic shower curtain being pulled aside, then feel a wave of cool air and sense a presence in the roughly 6 by 6 shower stall. There are hands on my sides. I turn my head slightly to the left.

Its the young stud.

Dont look, he says, then kisses my left shoulder.

His tongue runs up the side of my neck and into my ear. His breath is hot, heavy. He is anxious, seducing this older man. I feel my length engorge, coming to a full erection within 20 seconds because the powerful actions of his tongue and fingertips running across my body. He senses the urge and brings his hand around my right side to grasp my shaft. He pumps it. Pumps it.

Pumps it. I feel his rod against my soft place, hardening. I throw me head back.

He soaps his hand and pumps more.

Seconds later, I blow my wad. I had several hard-ons that day, watching the women I work with, wondering about playing them, especially the married ones. The pent-up frustration comes out with the first blast of cum. He bends his body around the right side of mine.

I feel his lips close around the head of my length. His mouth catches the next blast of juice, then another, getting a good taste, before releasing the head and finishing the soapy jerk-off. Mmmm, yeah, I moan, lost in the moment. After the cum ends, I feel his erect length sticking into the crack of my soft place. I feel a pressure as he pushes on my shoulders. Let me? my young stud asks. I bend and put my hands against the tile wall, spreading my legs.

He turns the water off, soaps his length and pushes it against my back door. I arch my back toward his length and he slides it up. I grunt, but take it all. The lengthhead forcing open an soft place that hasnt been penetrated in a couple decades.

Nice, I say.

I feel his strong hands on my hips as he thrusts.

We begin the play dance, undulating with each push.

I fall in with the rhythm. Thrust -- push back. Thrust -- push back. He grunts, moans and begins to empty his cream into my back door. I feel each shot of jizz in my soft place. As his spasms subside, he leans forward and lays his head on my back.

He kisses my back as his softening length pops out of my hot warmth. I dont look as the shower curtain opens and he leaves. I turn the water on and soap my soft place as the young studs juice drains out. I wont be telling my wife why I was late.