maturedadsandmen: When he strolled into the locker room after his workout, I knew I had to have him.
maturedadsandmen: When he strolled into the locker room after his workout, I knew I had to have him. But he was the type of guy who wouldn’t appreciate the direct approach. I’d have to finesse him out of those clothes. I was sure I could do it. But how to create the opening? Then, it came to me! He was a proud father. I’d heard through the always-buzzing gym grapevine that his youngest daughter had graduated from State a few months ago. That was my way in! Today was the first day I’d seen him since. “Hey, Gino! How’s it goin’ man?” I tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, giving him the requisite “bro nod” as I acknowledged his presence in the locker room. “Not bad, man. Not bad. Just gettin’ in one hell of a workout.” I could tell by the dismissive tone he answered me in and the fact that he only looked at me out of the corner of his eye that he didn’t even know my name. That’s okay. If I had my way, within the next couple hours, he’d be screaming my name as he shot his load down my throat…or into my ass. As he peeled his shirt off and over his head, I kept the conversation going, trying not to be distracted by his bulging, muscular pecs and his eight-pack in the making. “Hey, congratulations, by the way. I hear your youngest just graduated a few months ago.” Bingo! I hooked him. A huge smile formed on his face and he beamed from ear to ear. “Yeah. Angela and I are really proud of our little Jenny. Graduated with a degree in Criminal Justice. Now she’s on to law school.” For the next ten minutes, I listened to him brag on his baby girl. Normally, I would’ve been ready to shoot myself. But in this case, I didn’t want him to stop talking. He came and stood right in front of me as I sat on the bench in front of my locker. I got an eye-level view of his incredible chest and torso, plus an easy chance to steal looks at his crotch, which seemed to be bulging in the orange shorts he was wearing. Though I tried to pay attention by looking at his face and uttering the occasional “oh yeah?”. “cool!”, “wow!” or “that’s great, man,” the truth was that his voice had become nothing but background noise to me. To this day, I couldn’t tell you one single word that he said to me. I must’ve gotten so engrossed in looking at his body, especially that bulge in his shorts, that it caught his attention. “Hey, buddy!” he said in a louder voice than he’d been talking to me in. “My eyes are up here!” When I looked up at his face, I expected to see him scowling at me, possibly ready to confront me for “queering-out over his cock” or something. Instead, he had a grin on his face. “I guess something else was more important than hearing about my daughter, huh?” He chuckled a little, causing any tension I was feeling to melt away. This had just taken an interesting turn. Feeling pretty confident, I stood up and patted Gino on the back, settling my hand into a rub. “Say, Gino. Why don’t you come by my place on your way back home? We can have a couple beers. I’ll order a pizza. And maybe I can give you a special congratulations for the good news about your kid.” I brought my hand around to squeeze his hard bicep. He glanced down at my hand on his upper arm, then looked back up at my face with a smirk on his face. “Yeah… That actually sounds like a good idea. I’ll give Angela a call and tell her I’m not going to be home right away. I’ll tell her something came up.” To accentuate his meaning, he reached down and cupped the growing bulge in his shorts and his smirk turned into another huge smile. The way to a man’s heart may be through his stomach. But I found out that the way to his cock - especially a married, supposedly-devoted family man - was through showing faux-interest in his kids’ achievements. I’d have to remember this tactic for the future. -- source link