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Everyone else was doing it, so I got a membership at the health club for the purpose of sweating, stretching, and stealing my 35-year-old body it shape. To my delight, I soon discovered that it was also a great place to watch gorgeous men in skimpy gym gear, flexing and pumping in time to great music. It was like being in a night club and I was getting a work-out at the same time. One of my favorite people to watch was the instructor. He was tall and dark-skinned, and his solid looks testified to the fact that he used the equipment regularly. His broad chest led up to wide shoulders, and his washboard stomach disappeared into tight fitting trunks that held the family jewels. He frequently caught me staring at him, and he would boast a disarming smile. But he always would return to his work-out aware only of the meshing muscle and machinery, and I would drift into the sauna to sweat and beat off. A few weeks after I had started working-out, I saw a notice on the bulletin board in the men's locker-room advertising an apartment for rent. It said to see Mike, the instructor, for more information. Turned out that Mike's mother owned a house that had been converted into a two-family dwelling. Mike lived upstairs, and the downstairs had just become available. And that's how I came to live downstairs from my dream fuck. Well, as fall turned into winter, my job began making greater demands on my time, so much so that I was lucky to get a work-out more than once a week. It seemed like Mike's black Jaguar was rarely in the driveway when I would come home from work at night, and it was usually gone when I left for work in the morning, so I began to wonder if Mike ever came home at all. Then, the blizzard came. It started on Tuesday afternoon, and snowed for three days. Businesses closed, streets were impassable. We were snowed in. I settled in, determined to make the best of it. I started a fire, put on some of my favorite music, and made cocoa. Soon, I heard the Shoop! shoop! of a snow shovel against pavement, and I heard Mike rounding the back of the house. I rushed to the kitchen, and poured a big mug of the hot chocolate and posed in the doorway as he bounded up the stairs that accessed both our porches. "Cold?" I asked, offering him the steaming mug. "BRRRR!" he exclaimed, taking it gladly. I stood in the doorway, watching him struggle with the scalding drink. "You're losing all your heat," he finally said." You'd better come in, then."

Once in the kitchen, he shucked off his boots and his cold, wet parka. "There's a fire in the living room." We sat on the sofa, sipping cocoa and talking about life at the health club, and feeling the warmth. He seemed relaxed, and I was horny, so I decided to go for it. I commented that his jeans were still caked with snow. He sheepishly admitted that it was true. "Well, take them off! They'll dry fast enough by the fire, and you won't have to go outside to get to your apartment." I could see the deliberation In his eyes, as he stared into the fire. Slowly, his hand rose to his waist and undid the button. I held my breath. He put both hands under the waistband and slipped the jeans over his hips. I let out a small gasp. He was buck naked! His uncut cock lay in his lap, the balls hanging loose, warmed by the fire. He finished kicking the pants off, and they lay, crumpled, at his feet. For a long time, he just stared into the fire. His breathing was shallow. His cock stirred, and became semi-erect, but he refused to look at me. Finally, he drew a breath of resolve, and turned to face me. He looked like a frightened little boy. I leaned forward until my face came to rest in his crotch. He let out a moan as teeth and tongue contacted flesh, and he melted into the couch. His uncut cock grew stout and hard. I let my tongue draw a line of spit around the base of his cock, then up to the sensitive part at the top where the foreskin was. Out of the corner of my eye. I saw his head fall back into the cushions, and I felt his hands reach up to play with my hair. I took his member in my mouth, and slowly sucked on it. His legs drifted apart; his breath became raspy. I picked up speed, timing my strokes with his thrusts. Soon, I felt his thighs ripple and tense. His stomach muscles became taut, and I prepared ' for his eruption. I pushed myself down on his penis, gulping more of it with each stroke. His breathing picked up. He grabbed my head firmly, forcing his uncut cock deep into my throat. Suddenly, he roared, as the orgasm ripped through him. His cock spewed semen down my hot throat, coating my esophagus with his juice. He wrapped his thick biceps around my head, holding my mouth firmly on his dick. When the wave subsided, he collapsed into a relaxed slump, and let out a sigh of pleasure. Within minutes, he was softly snoring in front of the fire. I padded into the kitchen, and started to make us something to eat. He would wake up soon, and we would both need some nourishment, to keep our strength up. It was going to be a long weekend. And it was!