Rowing is something that I had done all my life. Being a little over 1.95m and weighing 95kg, I am the perfect size to be a good rower. Years spent in gyms on rowing machines and weight training has given me a good body -- toned, without being overly muscled, and pretty fit. Without wanting to sound conceited, I have never had much trouble pulling girls and have had a pretty good sex life.
I was relocated about 12 months ago because of my job and joined the local rowing club -- a smaller provincial club in NW England. Its often difficult getting into a crew in these sort of clubs, since people often row with their friends at set times during the week and aren't that bothered about helping you out. Sure enough with this club, I spent some time subbing into boats when other people were away and going out on my own in single sculls.
After about 2 months of this I was getting pretty pissed off; I hadn't been in a steady crew and although I spent extra time in the gym I longed to be racing competitively. My girlfriend shared my frustration; she could see that it was starting to pull me down. A piece of luck came my way in the form of a guy called Dave who came back from a 12-month stint lecturing at a University in Australia. We were physiologically a great match -- similar in height, weight and build, we pulled almost identical splits on the ergo's (rowing machines). Whereas I had dark hair and was fairly pale skinned, Dave was blond and tanned from 12 months in Australia.
We decided to row together and slotted into a `coxless pair', the technical name for a 2-man boat. Through late Autumn last year we trained relentlessly together and were often out on the river until sunset. Sitting in the bow seat of the boat, I spent hour after hour watching Dave's body as we rowed up and down our local stretch. Getting a boat to move smoothly requires two athletes working in total harmony and I spent hours watching Dave. He had a great body, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by the women of the club. The tight lycra one-piece rowing suits we trained in accentuated our bodies, showing muscles off to their best. As I said, up until this point in time I had been totally hetro, so although I admired Dave's body, I didn't lust after him. I knew that Dave had a girlfriend back in Australia who was planning to join him as soon as she could, so I was confident that he didn't lust after me either.
Our water-based training sessions were often followed by an hour or so in the gym pushing weights and on the ergos. Dave and I were often the only ones in the gym at this point in time- the other rowers being in the clubhouse supping beers. The gym was pretty sparse and the small changing area consisted of old benches and an open square of about 6 showerheads.
Dave and I would often carry on conversations whilst showering together since in the boat we had little time for chat. At this point I noticed how sweet his body was -- almost hairless the water made the blonde pubes translucent showing off his balls and cock to a tee. His back muscles were greatly defined and his bum looked great as he soaped it, cleaning away the sweat.
On a couple of occasions I am sure that Dave noticed that I watched him a little too intently in the showers. I was sure, however, that he watched me too, peeping at me out of the corner of his eyes. I felt a little aroused at the thought of him eyeing me up, and although this carried on for a few weeks neither of us did anything about it. Things moved on a little one day when I was feeling particularly horny (my girlfriend was overseas for 3 weeks with work) and again noticed Dave watching me. My arousal at his glances translated into a slight stirring in my loins; looking down I realised that I was sporting something of a semi and had to dash out the showers into the safety of my towel to stop Dave noticing.
When I got home I thought about what had been happening -- me watching Dave watching me. Again I got hard but this time, in the comfort of my own home, and with my girlfriend away, I took myself in hand as I thought about it.
Next session, a similar thing happened -- Dave made a comment about one of the club's coxes -- an absolute peach of a girl, and how he would like to slip her one. I again became semi-hard and had to dash off to the safety of my towel, but as I looked back I noticed that Dave was sporting the beginnings of an erection too. He noticed me watching him but as I looked up at his face, he just closed his eyes and carried on shampooing his hair.
Did I dream it or were we both getting aroused in each others company... I didn't like to think too hard about it, but instead headed to the bar where we had a couple of pints.
Things started to get out of hand at our next session. My girlfriend was due back the next day. At work I had spent the day thinking about what had been unfolding over the last 3 weeks. I also realised that my girlfriend would be back the next day, and that if anything was going to happen, then it would be tonight. Shit! I was thinking about having sex with another man...
Our water training finished as usual and afterwards, in an act of bravado, I challenged Dave to a rowing test -- 2000m flat out on the ergo. Hated by rowers, the 2km test is the hardest thing I have ever done in my whole life. To my surprise he agreed, stating that he would beat me convincingly so trapped by our egos knew we both knew we had to follow through with the challenge. We went head-to-head on adjacent machines, pulling at a furious rate, holding on in agony as each stroke was taken. My time of 6min 24secs was just 0.2 sec faster than Dave's and although I beat him, I paid the price; getting off the ergo and throwing up out of the gym door. I felt queasy so made my excuses and left, not bothering to change or shower before scuttling off home in the car.
I collapsed on the sofa, wandering what might have been if I hadn't made such a daft challenge when the doorbell rang. Dave came in saying that he wanted to make sure I was OK. I had answered the door wearing my lycra one-piece rolled down to my waist. Although we had both seen each other like this on many occasions before, it felt somehow strange in a domestic setting. We guzzled water and made small talk for the next half hour or so before Dave suggested that we get some food organised. I got busy in the kitchen whilst Dave wandered through to the bathroom (my terraced house has a bathroom at the back past the kitchen) for a shower.
The pasta was boiling nicely when Dave's head appeared at the door, looking for a towel. I dashed upstairs to find one and came down to see Dave naked in the kitchen turning the cooker down. Again although I had seen Dave naked many times before in this domestic setting, there was some tension in the air. Dave looked tense too and I noticed as I tossed him his towel that he was again semi-hard.
I tried to pass it off, but as I stirred in the tomato sauce I realised that my heart was pumping really hard. My head swam as I thought about what I had just seen and I felt a real burning in my body. I hadn't felt like that since I lost my virginity to a French girl some 15 years previously. I knew that my curiosity was getting the better of me. I looked down to see an almost full-blown erection sitting under my lycra and decided I had to act. It was a risk; if I had mis-read Dave's signals then I faced losing my rowing partner and friend and would almost certainly end up leaving the club. Against that, I had this vision of Dave just a couple of metres away from me towelling himself down.
My hands shook, but I walked into the bathroom as casually as I could, slipping off my lycra and stepping into the shower. I hardly dared look at Dave and just said that I needed to shower too.
I started soaping and looked up. Dave was looking at me through the glass door of the shower cubicle. By this stage any pretence at being cool hetro friends faded without trace. He stood there unashamedly with a full on erection. I stared back, my cock also pointing skywards. At this point we really weren't sure what to do. We were separated by just a sheet of glass, our toned bodies damp with shower water and full of expectation.
Dave continued drying himself, rubbing the towel into every corner and crack of his body. He slipped a pair of white hipster pants on -- ones I had admired on him before and popped back into the kitchen. At this point my erection subsided; I figured that was the end of it and although still feeling hot was quite relieved. I looked down and starting playing with myself, letting squeezing the pre-cum out of my cock and letting the spray titillate my foreskin. It felt good and I started to really play hard, fisting my cock for all I was worth. My soapy body felt good, and with my spare hand I reached down between my balls and starting playing with my crack. I have done this before, and love the feeling of my anus being bunted with a finger. I had a girlfriend who was into rimming and could get me close to coming just by licking me around there and probing me with her fingers.
I snapped out of my fantasy, knowing that I had a guest to entertain who might this moment be leaving. I towelled myself vigorously, hoping the firmness of my rubbing would ease my cock. Wrapping myself up, I head to the bedroom to find some clothes, figuring that Dave must have found the lounge. Stepping into the bedroom, I was confronted by Dave helping himself to my hair wax whilst sitting at my girlfriends vanity table. I pushed the towel away and found some pants to slip on. Dave, who had been watching me in the mirror turned as the towel fell.
`You have a great body Mat', he said
Pulling my pants up I answered, `Thanks, so do you.' Again my pulse raced and I felt the heat of my erection rise in my pants. Dave slipped off the chair and lay on the bed, arms behind his back and smiling sheepishly. I went to the window and pulled the curtains; the semidarkness somehow making things less real. I sat on the bed before turning round and laying beside Dave.
So here we are', I said, 2 hetro guys home, alone, lying semi naked on my bed -- and we can't even say that we are pissed'.
`I know', said Dave. There was a long pause then he turned over to look at me,
`You know what, you have a great body, Mat'. The way he repeated himself sounded silly, but as he said it his hand brushed up my leg. It felt electric and my stomach cramped as he did it. His hand moved rather awkwardly away but I caught it and moved it back towards my knee. Dave giggled, closed the bedroom door, extinguishing the remainder of the light, slipped off his pants and hopped under the duvet. I followed, easing my pants over my hard, hard cock before getting into bed. This time, I lay down right beside Dave so the length of our bodies were touching.
We were turned towards each other and our cocks touched lightly. We made some small talk about what we thought about each other. How we had both, at around the same time had started to feel aroused in each others company. How he didn't know what to do about it. How I didn't want to upset our friendship. We laughed a lot but both came to the conclusion that becoming overtly gay and starting a relationship would just ruin everything.
Particularly', I said, because my girlfriend arrives home tomorrow'. Dave told me his girlfriend was moving to England from Australia in a weeks time so at that point we made a pact `For one night only, no regrets, no telling tales...'
At this point, things became crazed. I reached down and starting playing with Dave's cock. He did the same to me. I played with him in the same way I played with myself, wrapping my hand right around his shaft and tugging quite hard. The thrill of doing what I had thought about for 3 weeks started to build for me. Here I was getting jerked off by a hottie. My first ever gay experience. It became very intense, and I thought that if I didn't slow things down I would just shoot everywhere. I threw back the duvet and pulled away from Dave, easing my mouth towards his cock.
He got the message and laid back. I gave long licks up his thighs, all the time with a hand massaging his balls. His cock twitched furiously -- clearly in desperate need of attention. I teased, working slowly up one thigh with my tongue before staring on the other one. He knew I was teasing and starting pulling my head playfully towards his shaft. I wouldn't let him so instead he wriggled round so that he could start to work on my body. I straddled his face, arching my back and keeping my legs wide so he could move freely. He wasted no time, wetting his fingers before working on my bum. At the same time he got to work on my cock, slipping the whole length of it into his mouth. This started to push me over the edge so I followed, grabbing his bell-end with my mouth and licking furiously.
It was so deliciously dirty I couldn't help myself. I pushed back against his fingers and moaned like a whore. He continued mercilessly, building to an almost demented rhythm.
I maintained a rhythm with his cock, my virgin mouth encasing him in rich saliva. I eased his cock out so I could look down and see him work. For the first time in my life I saw the beautiful sight of a man working on my cock. My slippery crack full of his fingers, the other hand working my shaft and his lips encasing my tool. At this point I lost it completely. I knew I was seconds from coming, but hadn't realised that my lover was too. At that moment his fat cock exploded. I am used to shooting loads but fuck, I wasn't prepared for this. Jet after jet of hot spunk ejected over my eyes, nose, lips, chin, neck, ears, just about everywhere. I managed to grab his cock with my mouth just as the 4th spurt exploded from his cock and caught the rest of his almighty load in my mouth.
At the same time I realised I was coming too, and thrust myself hard against Dave's mouth. He was starting to gag a little as I came and pushed my cock out of his mouth just a little. My come splattered over him in quite the same way as he just done so over my face. I clenched his fingers -- I have know idea how many -- with my bum as I shot over him.
We reverted back to lying side by side and looked at each other. We must have looked quite a sight, but in the semidarkness Dave was difficult to make out. I ran my hand though his matted hair and started licking his face with my tongue. He followed and slowly we licked each other clean of spunk. Up until then, the only spunk I had tasted was my own and to be honest I didn't like it. However here, mixed in with Dave's spunk and musty odour it tasted great. Something I had never thought about, even when fantasizing about Dave after seeing him in the shower, was kissing. However as we licked around each others faces our tongues met and we started a french kiss. It felt so natural, so beautiful I was stunned. It was not tender, like when I kiss my girlfriend, but more passionate. Dave kissed back hard, and within a short space of time our cocks were pressing against each other again.
I knew then that it was going to be a long night.
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