I had recently lost weight. In my desire to keep the weight off, I decided to start swimming each morning. The indoor city pool was right next to where I worked so it was the logical choice.

I enjoyed doing laps each morning and like so many of the guys who regularly swam there, looked pretty good in my Speedo. The pool was a regulation Olympic size pool and the morning swim had standard divider ropes to create the various lanes for different levels of swimmers. I usually swam in the middle lane being neither an Olympic-grade lap swimmer, nor a novice at this form of exercise. Almost every morning, there was a guy who swam in the lane to my left. He was in better shape than me and a better lap swimmer, but I sure enjoyed scoping him out as he out-paced me on each lap.

I knew his name was Tom. He was about my height, light brown/blond hair cut close. He was in excellent shape but not buffed or ripped. His body was absolutely beautiful. He was broad in the shoulders and had a narrow waist; what we call on line, "a swimmer's build". He had an easy smile and a gentle laugh that he didn't use often enough.

While I enjoyed the exercise in the pool, I have to admit I enjoyed the locker room more - for entirely different reasons.

The locker room was standard fare with rows of small lockers facing wooden benches anchored to the painted cement floor. Along the far wall were private changing rooms used mostly by the men who changed from their swim gear into business suits for work. I, of course, always used the more open changing area and was glad that most everyone else did as well.

The showers were gang showers. Individual nozzles jutted out from the wall in evenly spaced order around the large shower room. Along one wall was a chrome-plated pillar that ran up the wall. It provided a different shower option; that being two nozzles and a couple of soap dishes attached to the chrome. As I used this shower as my morning shower before work, I liked the handiness of the small platforms for my soap and shampoo. I also liked the fact that there were two nozzles at "my" station because when all the individual showers were in use, a guy would need to come and share my spot. So many times I was paired with a good looking guy and had the chance to share my shower pole up close and almost personal.

I liked that Tom and I had the same workout schedule and I made certain that I showered at the same time he did each morning after our laps. I loved the sight of him soaping up that gorgeous body. It always seemed to me though that he spent a little longer than necessary soaping his cock and balls and the crack of his ass. He had that same light brown hair around his cock and balls and seemed to be about four and a half inches soft. A beautiful cut cock. How I wanted to have the chance to see it get hard. He would soap himself up and make certain that he massaged his ample balls. Then he would stroke his cock with his soapy hand in what, to me, seemed almost masturbation. His cock would lengthen at this attention but of course he never aroused himself enough to become fully erect. Damn.

As it is in every locker room, guys secretly checked each other out while showering and more than once, I caught Tom looking over my way. Of course I always managed to need to rinse my back at those times; to turn around and give him the best view possible of my own equipment. Most of the time though he didn't avert his eyes as men do in those situations. Rather, without openly staring, he seemed unashamed of checking me out. I took this as a good sign.

Months went by and nothing (other than quietly checking each other out) came of my "shower buddy" Tom. I was resigned that I would never have the chance to get to know him any better. From time to time, I would try to strike up a conversation when we were dressing by the rows of lockers, but he seemed reluctant or shy. I figured he was straight and wasn't interested in pursuing any fun relationship with me. I resigned myself to admiring him from afar and using him as fuel for some of my masturbatory fantasies. And some of those fantasies were fantastic!

Then there came a holiday weekend. I don't remember if it was Labor Day or which minor holiday it was, but it was the Friday before the Monday celebration. Many guys had elected to take the day off, making a nice four-day weekend. Attendance was very light at the pool. I was disappointed because it meant that I wouldn't get to see my regular assortment of naked guys in the shower. And to make matters worse, Tom did not seem to be there either.

I did a few laps and hit the locker room early hoping that maybe Tom was running late and I would at least get the chance to see him don his trunks. No luck.

I stripped down, grabbed my towel and hit the shower room. There was only one guy there; a rather portly man in his late fifties. He smiled and wished me a good morning. Something a bit out of the ordinary as the unwritten rule in the shower is that men don't talk to each other there. I wished him the same, turned my back and started to lather up. After a few minutes, I heard him shut his shower off and he left the room.

I sighed and resigned myself to a lonely shower and proceeded to wash the chlorine out of my hair. My eyes were closed to prevent soap in my eyes when I heard the second shower head at my station being turned on. I was a little shocked at this as I thought I was alone in the shower room. As soon as I could, I rinsed my head and chanced a look at who had decided to join me on that side of the room. I know it sounds impossible, but yes, it was him. Tom was also washing his hair so had his eyes shut as well. I chanced a long slow gaze of his superb body and delicious looking cock. What a man. And why had he joined me here and not taken up position at another shower head away from mine?

I averted my eyes so he wouldn't spook and move away thinking I was hitting on him. I didn't want to do anything to cause him to move away. I soaped my pits and stomach and began to lather my crotch and ass. He stepped forward to get under his nozzle spray and rinse his head. As I continued to lather my body, he started doing the same. He started at his feet and worked his way up his legs to his crotch. All the time, not acknowledging me or even glancing in my direction although he was less than two feet from me.

We both were soaping our cocks and I was afraid that I would get a hardon right then and there. I knew if I did, he would probably bolt and that was the last thing I wanted right then. But he turned away from me giving me a perfect view of his gorgeous bubble butt ass. Soap suds were sliding down his back and being channeled to the crack of that beautiful butt. It was all I could do not to reach out and stroke those firm globes.

I felt myself stiffen as he started to turn back toward me. To prevent him from seeing my excitement, I turned as well, presenting him with a view of my ass. This was driving me crazy. To stall for time, I started washing myself all over again. Hell I'd stay there till my whole body wrinkled if Tom was willing to stay and share my shower pole with me. I lathered my ass again making sure to work my fingers into the crack. Then I bent over and started lathering my thighs again presenting him with a full view of my ass. Take that, you hung hunk!

Then I heard a sound that made my heart sink. He had turned off his shower. I heard his wet feet on the concrete floor as he headed for the hooks where we all hung towels until we had finished showering. I turned to look as he crossed the locker room; he hadn't stopped to towel off. He was headed for one of the three private changing rooms. Damn! He never used those rooms. I was saddened to think I was going to be denied the chance to watch him towel off and get dressed. This wasn't going to be my day.

When Tom opened the door of one of the changing rooms, he paused and turned. He looked directly at me across the locker room and that beautiful face broke into the biggest open smile I had ever seen. Our eyes locked and he gave me one slow nod of his head before he turned and went into the changing room.

Was it the invitation I thought it was? It had to be. But if it wasn't, would I take the chance of getting a punch in the nose by following him there? I told myself, "Fuck it!" and started rinsing soap off me as fast as I could. I was going for it. What the hell. A punch in the schnoz verses the chance to get with Tom was well worth it.

I rinsed fast and almost ran to the other side of the locker room to the door Tom had just entered. It was slightly ajar and I cautiously moved it open to peer inside. Tom sat on a small stool, his back to me. He was using his towel on his thighs in a sort of lack-luster way that my fevered imagination read as stalling until I came in. Lord, I hoped so. I took a quiet step into the small space and heard the latch of the door click as it shut behind me. At the sound, Tom turned on the stool and looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes.

I started to say something - anything as an excuse or reason for my being there and Tom just reached out, grabbed me by the hips and pulled me to him. My crotch was level with his face and he buried his nose in my wet, red fur. I felt myself harden immediately and started to instinctively pull back. He mumbled, "No." and pulled me tighter to his face. I reached down and ran my fingers through his damp hair, stroking it and feeling his warm breath on my cock.

Tom's hands moved from my hips around to my butt and he gently massaged my cheeks and slid his hands down the fur on the back of my thighs. I thought my knees were going to give out and I would topple over on him and the two of us would be a sprawling heap on the cold concrete floor. Luckily, my legs held as he moved his face to my cock and gently took me into his mouth. The warm wetness of his mouth engulfed me and I stiffened more. His attentions grew more eager and focused on milking my cock with his lips. I moaned aloud as he forced my rigid cock into the back of his throat and he made rapid head movements to simulate fucking. I stifled another moan as his pace quickened. I didn't want to attract attention to us here as there was the pool attendant who might come into the locker room.

Tom released my cock and stood up in front of me. Being the same height, we were eye to eye and I could feel his hot panting breath on my face. I reached for his head and brought his lips to mine. At first it was almost chaste; just lips to lips. His arms went around my waist as mine reached around behind his head and we embraced with full body contact. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my lower stomach; it twitched as I slowly churned my hips against his.

Suddenly, he was a ball of passion. His tongue darted into my mouth and I tasted my own cock there as he probed my tongue, teeth and gums. What an erotic sensation.

Tom's hands were on my ass now and as he kissed me deeply, he gently pried my cheeks apart. His finger found my hot hole. Now I was the one doing the twitching.

I gently broke the passionate kiss and pushed against his chest causing him to take a step backward. "No?" he asked. "I thought you... "

"Hush." I said, dropping to my knees in front of him. There it was. What I had fantasized about for so long; Tom's hard cock standing out a full seven inches from his patch of soft, wet furry crotch. There was a single, clear drop of precum glistening at the tip about to drop from his quivering cock head. I leaned forward and my tongue shot out just in time to harvest the sweet, slightly salty fluid that I loved so much. I'm a sucker for precum - no pun intended.

Having tasted his precious liquid, I started by using my lips to nibble around the raised flange of his cock's head. I saw Tom's knees give slightly. So - I'm not the only one with weak knees here. I smiled as I took the entire head of his cock into my mouth. Tom moaned and I let him slide ever so slowly, deeper into my mouth. I tasted more precum as his cock gently lodged itself against the back of my throat. I was always lucky to have control over my gag reflex. I enjoy the feeling of a man's cock deep in my throat. He obviously enjoyed the feeling as well because his hips started moving slowly and Tom started to fuck my face. My hands moved to his ass and I quickly found his hot button. As his ass was still wet from the shower, I had little difficulty slipping one finger into his hole. He moaned again and increased the thrusting of his hips.

Needing a little air, I pulled back and started milking his cock with my lips and tongue. I would bring him all the way out of my mouth only to suck him back in to the hilt. On one of my backward movements, I reached under his thigh and lifted his foot onto the small stool beside us. Now I could easily suck his cock and with every other swallowing, move my attention to his furry balls. I licked and lip-nibbled his sac then let my mouth find his cock again. Back and forth I shifted my attentions increasing the pace and feeling his cock stiffen even more and his balls rise up in their warm, hairy pouch. Afraid that he was getting too close, I quickly changed my focus. A mere two inches away from my lips was that hot hole with my finger still gently inserted to the first knuckle. I let my tongue find its way and Tom squealed quietly when I replaced my finger with my tongue. He moved his hips as I licked and probed; my left hand now grasping his cock. He moaned my name. I didn't even know he knew it. But it was all I needed to increase my attention to his hot hole. When I thought he couldn't stand much more, I stood up, turned him around and slid my cock along the crack of his ass letting it slide along his warm, spit-soaked hole. I could feel my own balls tighten against my body as my own lust started to approach climax.

I reached around to his chest and pulled him against me. He arched his back so his ass was firmly pressed against my cock. I could tell he was aching for me to fuck him.

I massaged his nipples and leaned forward and probed one bell ear with my tongue. He squirmed even more vigorously.

I whispered one word in his ear. It was a question, "Condom?"

Tom leaned forward and braced himself against the nearby wall where his jeans were hanging. He deftly reached into a rear pocket and produced a condom. My heart was racing and I could feel every beat deep inside my cock. I backed away and slid the rubber down over my aching cock. I noticed that Tom's fingers were back inside his jeans pocket. In a second, he produced a small plastic vial of lube. Talk about being prepared. This man was an Eagle Scout.

I quickly bit off the end of the vial and dribbled some lubricant over my cock. Most of the rest I squeezed into his waiting hole. I used a finger to ease him open and get the lube deep inside. One finger graduated to two and I added the last of the lube to my fingers. I wanted him open and ready. I hate causing pain when I top.

After gently slipping in a third finger and hearing him moan my name again, I deemed him ready to accept my rather thick cock. I'm only six and a half or seven inches, but pretty thick so I like to be very considerate when I slide inside someone.

Where my tongue was moments ago, I pressed my sheathed cockhead. I heard Tom exhale slowly to further relax his ass and the head of my cock easily slid inside him. He let out a slight gasp as my cock filled his hole. I stopped immediately and let him adjust to the feeling of being filled. I waited until he pushed back against me. Then I knew he was comfortable with me inside him. I eased my way inward feeling his hotness and tightness swallow my cock. I only went in half way then paused to let him adjust again. Then I slowly withdrew almost all the way out and eased my way back in again.

With each gentle thrust, I entered a little deeper and with each thrust, Tom pushed against me more. I knew he was enjoying this as much as I was.

I reached around in front of Tom and grasped his still-rigid cock. My fingers immediately went to the tip where I found what I hoped would be there. This time, his precum was literally streaming from his cock and I gathered it on my fingers and quickly sucked the sweet juice from them. The taste of Tom; I was in heaven and I was with my fantasy man at long last. Something I never even dared dream.

Both of Tom's hands were now braced against the wall as I slid in and out of his ass; each thrust deeper and deeper until I was buried to the hilt. My cock finally came in contact with his tender prostate and Tom let out a slow, low, almost silent moan. I tightened my grip on his cock and felt it swell and throb as he pushed against me harder in an attempt to force me deeper. What a ride.

As I picked up my pace and began thrusting faster and deeper, Tom's cock swelled even larger and I could tell he was about to explode. Hell, so was I.

I decided to take us both over the top and started jerking Tom's cock harder and faster. His moans now sounded like "No. No. No." in time with my thrusts and fever jacking of his cock. I knew he was not asking me to stop. He just didn't want it to end. But I knew he was beyond return and that I was three seconds from explosion myself.

I tightened my grip on his cock as I made three final deep thrusts into his ass. The world exploded and I flooded out with an, "Argggghh" of pure ecstasy. I felt Tom's cock jerk in my hand and I reached down and grasped his balls as he spurted forth with gushes of cum that arced out and covered the adjacent wall with his passion.

We stayed that way for minutes but it seemed like forever. I didn't want to move. I didn't want to do anything to lessen the pure ecstasy of this moment. I could hardly believe that such a handsome guy had moved on me and that we were where we were - doing what we were doing.

Slowly I stood up straight and let my cock slide from Tom's ass. Tom straightened and arched his back as he milked out the last of his cum from his cock. He caught it on two fingers and slid them into his mouth.

Tom turned around and embraced me in a huge bear hug. When we kissed, I tasted his sweet cum on his lips and tongue. He pulled back slightly and said, "You know, I've wanted you to do that for over a year now."

I said, "Well what in hell made you wait so long to make the move?"

We both looked into each others' eyes and broke out laughing.

Tom and I became regular fuck buddies, reveling in the fact that we were both versatile. In bed, we took turns fucking each other and always made each other feel the fondness and caring friendship we had found.