Love & Letters

It All Started Innocently Enough

It all started innocently enough, I guess. Henry went to the same gym I did, and he was the kind of guy you couldn't help but notice. Tall, probably 6'4" or so, around 220lbs, incredibly muscular body without being "too cut", if you know what I mean, and skin the color of a Hershey bar. He was just gorgeous.

I had flirted with the idea, when I was in college, of trying sex with another guy. I'd even gone so far as to go to several adult video arcades with every intention of sucking off or being fucked by another guy. But every time a hard cock would come through the glory hole to me, I'd get scared and leave. But I'd always go back to my room and beat off until I exploded all over my stomach and chest, imagining I'd sucked the cocks like a whore, even letting them come into my booth and bend me over and pound my virgin ass.

When I met Rita, who later became my wife, I forgot all about those fantasies. She's this wonderful, sexy, auburn-haired beauty who I fell in love with as soon as I met her. She's a few inches shorter than my 5'10", says she's fat (though she only weighs about 150 pounds), and has just fucking amazing curves -- 40DD-28-36; my kind of woman. Sex with her, which started the first night we met and continued regularly until this day, was incredible. We never got bored with each other, and our "sex personalities" were in perfect sync. We were, and are, so happy together.

Anyway, back to Henry. As I said, it all started innocently enough. We evidently had the same work schedule, as he and I would both arrive at the gym at about the same time, both of us in slacks and button-down shirts. Occasionally, we'd change at the same time, giving each other the "head nod and hey man" that guys give each other in locker rooms when they're undressing.

After a while, though, after a workout, it timed right so that he and I left the gym and went back into the locker room at about the same time. As we were undressing, I caught a foreign motion out of the corner of my eye that made me look, and I tried hard not to stare. The motion was his cock springing free from his shorts, and god it was HUGE, even soft. Easily 6" long flaccid and it looked as thick as a soda can, the head just a shade lighter than the shaft.

I quickly turned away, not only so he wouldn't think I was staring, but also so he wouldn't see how wet my lips were or the bulge that started to press at the front of my shorts. I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed for the shower, but as I passed by him I could've sworn he had this playful smirk on his face as we nodded to each other.

That was when my life started to change. I changed the lengths of my workouts so that most days we'd have to change and shower at the same time, just to get a glimpse of that cock. I thought of his cock and his body all the time, wondering how it would feel and taste, how much he came, whether he liked to fuck slow and easy or hard and fast. When I was in bed with my wife, I'd sometimes think as I was fucking her that it was Henry fucking me, and just the thought of that would make me lose it and flood her mouth or pussy or ass with my cum. When I went down to eat her sweet pussy, I started using her favorite vibe on her as I licked and sucked her clit -- the long, thick black gel vibe she loves so much, occasionally letting it "accidentally" slip out of her cunt so I could sneak a quick suck on it.

About a month after I first noticed him, we were dressing after a shower when he finally introduced himself. We shook hands, made some small talk about lifting weights and sports, that sort of thing. We reached a lull in the conversation, and he just blurted it out as he dropped his towel and reached to pull his trousers out of his locker, "you like what you see, don't you?"

My head jerked around toward him, and he was standing there, trousers in one hand and the base of his cock in the other, slowly lifting it up and down. I tried not to, but I couldn't help but stare as I watched it rise and fall, those full, heavy balls swaying under it, looking so delicious. I couldn't answer verbally, just nodded my head "yes" as I salivated thinking about his cock.