After the encounter we both proceeded to our lockers to get dressed (our lockers are in different areas of the locker room). I was so overcome by guilt that I was numb and dazed. The guilt led to paranoia. "Did anyone see us?" I thought to myself. I sat on the bench, still wrapped in my towel staring at my locker for what seemed like an hour(but in reality, probably 15 minutes). My groin and ass were a bit sore from the intense orgasm. I finally got myself dressed and proceeded to work, successfully avoiding Chris in the process.
I don't know how I made it through work that day. As you can imagine, a million things went through my mind, including the fact that technically, I cheated on my wife. However, there was a little part of me that was so deeply satisfied, kinda like a nagging itch on my back had been scratched. By the time I got home from work, I had for all intents and purposes, regained my composure and could effectively function around my wife.
Two days later was another practice as well as a previously scheduled breakfast with Chris afterward. For a long time, I debated not showing up, but we were starting to train for a meet scheduled in two weeks and I was starting to get to the point where I could swim competitively with the other guys. I was already in the pool warming up when Chris showed up. I honestly did not know how I would react when I saw him. But the minute he located me in the water, he flashed his wide, toothy smile and I knew things were cool. That plus the fact that I was not getting weird stares from the other guys really helped ease the intense paranoia I'd felt. He got in the water near me and asked "are we still on for breakfast?" and I nodded yes.
Practice was a BITCH that day, eased only by visions of Chris' rockin' hot ass in his wet speedos. Imagining every curve of his butt cheeks as well as his hand cupping my cock and balls did wonders for taking my mind off the pain of practice. Funny thing, I think today was the first practice I had not focused on Robby, the stud of the team.
We had our usual post practice team chats with each other while we were all showering, talking mostly about how we needed as much practice as we could get to keep from getting our asses kicked at the meet. I think unbeknown to the other guys, Chris and I were sneaking glances at each other the entire time.
Chris has a nice body -- especially for someone close to 40. His short curly hair, balding slightly is usually tousled, making him look like a little kid. His muscles are defined, but he's not cut or ripped. Just a good, athletic build with some curves to it. Like me, Chris is not terribly well hung (especially after we peel off our speedos) but his cock is perfectly shaped and proportioned. To me, it was a mouth watering, suckable, mouthful. For a moment, I felt the blood rush to my cock as I imagined his cock growing in my mouth. I was dying to taste his come (or anyone's other mine for a change). I quickly got my mind on something else so that I could respectfully walk out of the shower.
I got dressed first and waited for Chris in the lobby. He emerged from the locker room in some blue scrubs. He must of been wearing boxers because I could make out his "nub" bouncing around in the front. We walked to a small restaurant 2 blocks from the Y. All the way there and up until the time we ordered, no mention was made of the other day. He was clearly as nervous about bringing it up as I was so I just started by saying how I still have not gotten over and stopped thinking about the other day. I explained how I was caught off guard (pleasantly), and continued to talk about the range of emotions I'd experienced over the course of two days. He breathed a noticeable sigh of relief and explained the similar feelings he was experiencing. Up to that point, neither of us realized this was the other's first encounter with a guy. I was amazed to find out that Chris did not know exactly what he was doing. We both assumed we were being seduced by the other. After we both laughed a little comic relief, I said, "there is no way that was the first time you played with a guys ass." He said, "I've had my fingers in hundreds of guys rectums and felt just as many prostates. But I'm usually in and out in a few seconds. I really just gave you an extra long exam." We both laughed, agreed it was incredibly hot, that it felt "right" and that we wanted to explore some more. We also talked about our families, how important they are and that we did not want to jeopardize those relationships in any way. The upcoming swim meet is about two hours away and starts at 8:00 am. We talked about going the night before so we would not ahve to leave at the crack of dawn and it's clearly an opportunity for us to think things through a little longer as well as some time to potentially experiment a little more.
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