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Generation Gap: Chapter One
My first job after graduating from college had proved to be stressful and without many rewards. The paycheck was just enough to buy food and keep a roof over my head. I thought about finding another job that paid more, but I had the same inertia that plagues a lot of guys in their early twenties. After months of unproductive living, I realized that I needed some motivation to move forward. That's when I decided to join the local gym.
I didn't have a girlfriend or any commitments outside of work so I was able to go work out almost anytime I wanted to. I was ashamed of the state of my body. At the relatively young age of twenty two, I already had a small gut and almost no muscle tone. I was just five foot six and one hundred and twenty four pounds: I was a small guy that nobody noticed much. The state of my body paralleled how I thought and acted. I was terribly shy and unassertive.
Nearly all of the guys I had seen at the gym during the afternoons were natural born jocks. They were around my age but had years of physical conditioning and training that showed. It looked like they had all been athletes in school and I was reminded of how many bad experiences I had in gym classes and sports. It wasn't long before I found that I wanted to go to the gym only when very few other men were around. In the end, I made up my mind to go only late in the evening.
I would arrive around 10:00 and stay until midnight. I knew that I could benefit from the experience of a trainer, but they were all gone by the time I came to work out. With some trial and error, I cobbled together a routine of exercise that included running the track and lifting free weights. Although it was boring and tedious, I noticed some improvement after the first month. I was able to gain some weight and definition with the help of a daily protein supplement on top of my regular exercise.
My confidence grew as my physical appearance improved. I had never been able to socialize with girls very well, but now they began to approach me. It was a complete surprise when a young woman would make eye contact with me at the coffee shop or start a conversation at the office. It was a much bigger surprise to find out that I wasn't as interested as I thought I had been.
After two months of visiting the gym, my routine became a grind. I wanted to go back to my sedentary lifestyle of late night television and junk food. Who needed all of this punishment and boredom? What was I guilty of apart from a lack of initiative and imagination? I was literally ready to throw in the towel and retire to a life of quiet if not comfortable desperation. I would have stopped when I wanted to if it weren't for the realization that I had been a 'quitter' my entire life.
The days continued to pass without incident and I began to meet some of the regulars that came in to exercise during the same time that I did. There weren't many but it seemed as though they were all married and well over fifty.
I first met Bob on a slow Thursday evening while I was lifting free weights. The gym was almost devoid of other people that night. He introduced himself without any fanfare and told me that I should start thinking about adding more weight to the bar when I was lifting on the bench. He even offered to spot me if I wanted to push my limits. I declined his offer but told him that I would give it some thought.
Bob had caught my attention before. He was a very large man in every way. Although he didn't provide me with any personal information, I guessed that he was nearly sixty years old. He was at least six feet tall and was wide across his chest from a lifetime of hard physical labor and lifting weights. Age and gravity had caused his pecs to sag a little, and his belly was large. The last of his grey hair was thin and sparse, but the hair on his chest and body was thick. His face was a living history of wrinkles and a few scars. Bob was not what most people would call a handsome man.
Although I was initially intimidated by him, I was surprised to learn that I couldn't stop looking at him. I would take every opportunity to covertly watch him as he lifted weights on the bench and had even stolen a few looks while he was in the locker room shower stalls. Eventually I admitted to myself that I was curious about what it would be like to touch a man like that. I remained in denial to myself that I was strongly attracted to a much older and much larger man.
Several days after Bob's proposition of help, I was back to the gym for more self punishment. It had been an awful day at work and I thought that the best way to forget it all was to double my efforts at the gym. After doing nearly twice the number of track laps that I was used to, I realized I had made a mistake. The muscles in my legs began to cramp and I decided to skip the weights. I hoped that a hot shower would ease the pain I anticipated on the short walk home.
On my way to the locker room, I noticed that the desk clerk was giving me the evil eye. All she wanted to do was get rid of me and any other stragglers so that she could lock up for the night. It wouldn't have been the first time that I had been the last to leave and I was cognizant of the fact that I was impeding her social life. Her attitude had pissed me off before and I decided that my shower time might end up being longer than I first anticipated.
I was sitting on the bench in front of my locker removing my shoes and socks when I noticed movement in the shower room. The water taps suddenly turned off and a man walked out with a white towel wrapped around his waist. I continued to strip off my shirt and sweat pants and began to collect my towel and soap.
I glanced up and was frozen to my seat when I realized that it was Bob who had been in the shower. He nodded casually to me as he turned to open his locker. I hadn't known that his was located directly across from mine, but something like fate or luck had arranged us this way. Before I could even begin to consider that this would be a great chance to see more of him from a close vantage, Bob removed the towel from his waist and began using it to dry his hair.
My breath caught in my throat at the sight of him with his back towards me. From just a few feet away, I now came to the understanding of what a truly big man Bob was. He used the towel to dry off his broad shoulders, but my eyes were drawn downward to his large but muscled rear end. I looked down further and was amazed by the sight of the largest set of balls I had ever seen in my life. They were very hairy and looked like they were roughly the size of cue balls.
Time seemed to stand still at that point. I realized that the discomfort in my crotch was due to an unexpected and rigid erection within the tight confinement of my bikini style briefs. I felt like I was literally stuck in place by some force outside of myself. I couldn't move and my breath was shallow as Bob continue to towel himself off. He was taking his time with his task and then it dawned on me: he was purposefully giving me a chance to get a long look at his naked body.
His next act was just as calculated. He held the towel away from his body and dropped it on the floor almost directly behind him. Without turning around, he casually looked over his shoulder at me.
"Hey sport, do me a favor and pick that up".
I began to lean forward on the bench to pick up the towel and he turned partially towards me.
"No. Not like that. You'll need to get on your knees."
I hesitated because the full implication of what he said began to dawn on me. Whatever happened next would be largely out of my control. The inner struggle I had with this thought became a moot point when my legs seemed to move on their own. In seconds I was kneeling before his backside with the towel in my shaking hands. My mind panicked when I realized that my face was directly parallel to and only a foot away from his ass.
"You've been watching me. I've let you do it just like I'm letting you now."
Bob then leaned over deep into his locker. His ass spread slightly and I was then looking very closely at his most private area. His asshole came into view and my mind was reeling with the visual stimulation. His ass crack was lined with fur. His anus was dark and deeply wrinkled.
When he stood up straight again, he began to turn to face me directly. I looked briefly at his face and was greeted with a grin, but my eyes were automatically drawn down again. It was then that I saw the pride of his long life. Bob's cock was only partially erect, but it was painfully obvious that it would be at least eight inches long and as thick as my wrist when fully stimulated. At that point my embarrassment and confusion with the situation turned to fear.
He saw the look in my eyes and reached down to touch my chin. Bob drew my face upwards and addressed me directly.
"You've been curious about a few things and I think tonight we have a perfect opportunity to teach you. I've been a married man for a long time, but every couple of years I make time for a boy like you. Listen very closely because I'm only going to say this once. If you aren't fully committed to servicing me in any way I want, the time to get up off your knees is now."
He let that sink in for a moment before he continued.
"I'm not a gentle man and I don't have patience for anything less than all the effort you have. If we do this, you agree that I'm the man here. Nothing but total submission to me will suffice."
I wanted to get up and run at that point. My legs were trembling underneath me and my mouth was completely dry. I had come to the gym for a workout, but it seemed like this man had much different plans for me. I swallowed hard and slowly nodded my head for him.
End Of Chapter One. Chapter Two will be written after I've had a chance to read some of the readers' feedback. Any and all comments are welcomed.