Serious DILFage
Richard Prescott stood naked in the gym locker room running his hands over his flat stomach and looking down at his body. It was hard to believe it had been two years since he started getting himself back into shape. He’d definitely come a long way.
Two years ago, he was in a really bad, dark place in his life. Both of his parents had passed away within months of each other the year before. He’d been passed-over for a promotion at work for someone who he felt was much less qualified. And perhaps most significantly, Richard’s marriage was in real trouble. He and Jenn had been drifting apart for years. Lingering resentments over the fact that they’d never had children had been ripping at the seams of their marriage for years. Something else was driving a wedge in their marriage, but it was something that Richard was unwilling to face or even acknowledge at the time.
The truth was, they should’ve divorced a long time ago. When we’re going through a rough time and in the throes of depression, it’s funny what sort of straws we’ll grab at to fix what’s wrong. He’d just lost his parents. He had no kids to give him the unconditional love that was supposed to come from fathering children. And he felt his career trajectory had just taken a nosedive into the toilet. He couldn’t stand to have his marriage to Jenn fall apart, too.
Richard decided to join one of the gyms near his house in the hopes that getting his lazy, overweight ass into shape might fix what was wrong in his marriage. He’d played sports in high school and, in his twenties had been in a pick-up basketball league, as well as played in a softball league, so he still had a muscular frame to work with. He just needed to do away with the pouch that his stomach had become and tone-up some of the muscles that had started to turn into flab.
For a year, he went to the gym four days a week for half an hour to forty-five minutes a day and spent time walking or jogging when he wasn’t at the gym. He was starting to see results and actually feel better about himself. Unfortunately, the one person he was trying to impress with this whole fitness kick didn’t seem to notice anything was changing. In fact, if it was even possible, things with Jenn were even worse than they had been a year ago. In fact, Richard found himself going to the gym later in the evenings and staying longer just to avoid the tension of being at home.
That was when that “something else” that was driving a wedge in his marriage…that thing Richard had spent a long time shoving down and denying began to push its way back to the surface. One night, shortly before closing, Richard was in the shower after a particularly grueling workout he’d just put himself through when another guy came in. It was Greg.
In his early 50s and maybe a little less than ten years older than Richard, Greg was one of the three or four guys at the gymRichard had struck up a close acquaintance with. He wouldn’t say he and Greg were gym buddies, but they’d become friendly. In fact, it was Greg who had first noticed the progress Richard had made in the year that he’d been coming to the gym. It felt good to finally have someone acknowledge that all the hard work Richard had been putting in was finally starting to pay off.
“Hey, bud!” Greg’s voice caused Richard to turn and acknowledge the man. Richard was usually very self-conscious about not looking at other guys in the locker room….except for the occasional furtive glances.
“Hey, Greg…”
“Gettin’ ready to head home?”
“Yep!” Richard laughed to himself at the awkward small-talk.
“Hey, that was a great workout routine you were doing tonight. I noticed you really pushing yourself, Ricky! I’m proud of ya, bud!” Richard didn’t usually like being called by any of the nickname versions of his name. But he didn’t mind letting Greg get away with it.
Richard turned to Greg again and smiled. “Thanks!” Quickly, he turned back to focus his attention on lathering his body up with soap. However, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Greg still looking at him. He turned back to look at Greg, thinking Greg would turn away. Instead, he kept on looking at Richard and smiled at him. Turning away from Greg again, Richard began to feel uncomfortable, but not for the reason you might think. He found himself liking that Greg was looking at his body and obviously liking what he saw. What made him feel uncomfortable is that he liked the attention he was getting from Greg. He’d spent a long time and put a lot of effort into being what everyone in his life had expected him to be. This warm and fuzzy feeling that was tingling all over his body because of Greg was not something Richard wanted to feel.
Right at about that time, Richard had reached behind him to try his best to lather-up his back. That was when things took a surprising turn. Only 10 seconds went by when Greg stepped over, out from under his own shower and joined Richard. “Here, buddy. Let me help you with that.” The next thing Richard knew, Greg’s hands were on his back, rubbing soap into it.
“Uh….thanks…” was all Richard could find to say.
As Greg continued to soap up Richard’s back, he stepped in closer. When he felt something firm poke against his thigh, he wanted to jump out of his skin. In any other situation, Richard might have turned around and put a stop to this. But he didn’t really have any room to object to what was happening. After all, his own cock was starting to rise just from having Greg touch his back alone. By now, Greg was standing so close, he practically had his chest and stomach pressed against Richard’s back. He was plainly able to see that Richard was hard. Not even bothering to ask permission, Greg reached around and started soaping up Richard’s hairy chest. “Looks like your chest is still dirty, man. Let me take care of that for you,” he whispered into Richard’s ear.
This was getting outta control and it had definitely gone too far. But Richard couldn’t muster up the forcefulness to put a stop to it…not with Greg’s hands working their magic on him, running his hands over his pecs and his wet chest hair, roving over his erect nipples. Greg whispered in his ear again. “I’d ask if you were enjoying this, but I think this speaks for itself.” To emphasize his point, one of Greg’s hands drifted downward and wrapped around his cock. When he felt Greg’s hand touch him there, his body spasmed and his pelvis thrust forward, trying to shove more of his cock into Greg’s grasp. Chuckling into Richard’s ear, Greg spoke sensually, “Yeah. I think you definitely like this.”
Finally, for the first time in minutes, you were able to speak. “It’s been a long time since anyone but me’s touched that, buddy.”
Greg’s soapy hands were working wonders on Richard. It was an amazing feeling. In that moment, Richard began to wonder why he’d ever felt like he needed to give up this side of himself. Movement against his body brought hm out of his thoughts. Greg must’ve been thrusting his own body back and forth behind Richard’s body as he was stroking Richard, because Richard became aware of Greg’s hard cock rubbing back and forth across his thigh. Without hesitation, Richard reached beside himself and began stroking Greg…met with a moan into his ear.
It was a highly erotic scene inside the gym shower, Greg’s arms wrapped around Richard with Richard practically leaning on Greg for support…the men jacking each other off. Richard could’ve gone on like this forever. It had been a long time since he’d ever felt like this. But then suddenly, everything stopped. Greg took his hand off of Richard’s cock and let him go, pulling himself away from Richard’s grasp on his own cock. Richard was about to question what was happening when Greg spun him around and pushed him against the shower wall. Before he knew it, Greg was on his knees and Richard was looking down into Greg’s eyes as Greg shoved Richard’s steel-hard cock into his mouth.
He only lasted a few short minutes before Richard spilled his load down Greg’s throat. After it was all over and the two men were both in a standing position, Richard couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face. “Thanks, man. I didn’t know how much I needed that…”
“No problem, Ricky. Been wanting to do that for a while.” Greg leaned in and surprised Richard with a quick, but sensual kiss. “I’m glad you liked it.” Then, Greg looked down to see not only his own hard cock, but to see that Richard’s hadn’t gone down. “Why don’t you come back to my place? We can go for Round 2!”
“I really should get home. Jenn will wonder…”
“Screw, Jenn! From what you’ve mentioned to me before, she’s not going to notice you’re not home.” With that, he reached out and began stroking Richard’s cock again. “Come on, Ricky. You know you wanna come….to my house, that is.”
And that was how the real next chapter of Richard’s life started. He DID go back to Greg’s house that night and they sucked each other off. Things continued on for the next several months. Richard continued his routine of going to the gym several days a week to work out. Greg even introduced him to a few other guys in the gym who liked to have a little extra curricular fun. However, he and Greg still got together regularly. Richard began to realize that this was a part of his life he’d really needed and he felt foolish for trying to ignore it for so many years.
About six months ago, things with Jenn finally ended. Richard finally summoned the courage to sit down with her and talk about what had happened to their marriage and where they were both going. It was then that they decided to go their separate ways.
In fact, as he stood in the gym locker room today, their divorce had been finalized just last week. Yes, Richard Prescott had made a lot of changes and a lot of progress in the past two years. He couldn’t help but smile as his gaze drifted up from his body to Greg, walking toward him, his cock swaying back and forth as he walked. “Ready to go, Ricky? We’re supposed to meet Steven and Larry for drinks.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Richard sighed.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing Steven and Larry are cool. But Larry’s always so handsy with me.”
Greg laughed. “That’s because he desperately wants in your pants, Ricky!” Greg reached over, placing one hand on Richard’s ass and the other cupping his cock and balls. “He doesn’t know that these are mine, though.”
Richard playfully smacked Greg on the chest. “Yeah, right, Mr. ‘I fucked four different guys in the span of three days’. You don’t get to own all this!”
“But admit it, Ricky. Of all the guys you fool around with, none of them make you feel the way, I do!”
Smirking at Greg, Richard – now dressed – grabbed his gym back and turned to head out of the locker room. “Let’s just go, ya hornball!” Greg was right. None of the other guys made him feel the way Greg did. He wasn’t sure where this thing with Greg – or any of the other guys he got together with from time to time, for that matter – was going. He was just happy living in the moment and finally enjoying the freedom that he’d found over the past couple years. He wasn’t sure if he’d end up with Greg, but he’d never be able to forget or thank him enough for helping him to realize exactly what part of his life was missing and helping him to find his happy again.
Long, hot story I thought my readers would like.