In order to try to keep myself fit in my mature years, I regularly went swimming . The one problem with it was that unless the pool was laned-off,  it was often a game of dodgems, as people got in the way. I needed to find a quiet time to complete my lengths. Eventually I settled on a older pool on the other side of the town that had seen better days and was mostly used by schools.  That meant that it was very quiet at lunchtime, so I could complete my laps in peace.

It also seemed that a few other mature people had the same idea as me, but happily,  there were not enough of them to get in my way so, I could pursue my fitness campaign.  The carpark next to the baths  had a number of shops in front of it, so after my swim, and it being lunchtime, the pie shop was a convenient place to grab something to eat.

One of my fellow swimmers, whom I was on nodding acquaintance with, was quite often in the queue waiting his turn to be served and we eventually struck up a sort of friendship, mostly discussing how the swimming was going and things like health. On one occasion he noticed I was heading towards my car and he asked if I lived very far. When I told him I lived on the other side of town, he suggested that, as he had a flat just around the corner, I join him there and have a cup of tea with it.    

This was very welcome, and a change from eating it in my car and getting crumbs all over me. So, at my invitation he jumped into my car, and three minutes later I was parked outside his, and following him up to his flat clutching my pie. 

The flat, when I entered it, was cosy and warm, as well as tastefully decorated.  I congratulated Peter on the decor and said his wife had excellent taste. He shocked me by saying he didn’t have a wife and that he had never been married. This was all his doing and very tasteful it was too. I did now, think there was more to Peter than first met the eye.

He must have seen my face, as he told me that what I was thinking was correct, that he was gay and he hoped it didn’t put me off or leave me feeling uncomfortable about it. Well, it didn’t and I appreciated his honesty.  I probably overdid it but the conversation continued as it would have done without the elephant in the room being exposed.  I told him of my being divorced and my hobbies and interests. We were just two blokes chatting. 

When I went to leave he asked that if we met again at the pool , that I would be happy to come back to his flat to have my lunch with him again.  He was a nice bloke and I was pleased he had asked, and yes, I was very willing to have my lunch with him again in the future.

I thought a lot about Peter the following week, his openness and frankness was something I admired and considering my circumstances as a divorced and celibate man he appeared to have it all. I also found myself picturing him in just his swimming shorts,  which shocked me and I would immediately try to think of something else. Against my better judgement I was intrigued. 

When I arrived at the pool the following week he wasn’t there. At the back of my mind I was disappointed. It was a foolish thought and I admonished myself for thinking it and got on with the quota of lengths I had set myself to do. By length twenty I needed a rest. On reaching the shallow end I stopped and took off my goggles, only to see Peter coming out from the changing room to the poolside. He spotted me, waved, got into the water and started his lengths. 

After a few more lengths he stopped and I took the opportunity to also stop and rest, so we were able to chat and get reacquainted with each other. He asked if I was going to the pie shop again today and would I like a cup of tea to go with it. I found myself very pleased to receive the invitation and we agreed a time to get out of the water and get changed.

All sorts of thoughts passed through my head while I continued to swim my lengths.  I even lost count of how many I had done as I struggled with images of what it would be like to be naked with another man as Peter would have been on many occasions. What threw me into turmoil was that I liked the idea of being naked in front of him and I was getting an erection at the thought of it.  

As I knew that I was approaching the number of lengths I had set myself to swim and getting out of the pool with a swelling in my swim shorts was not the thing to do, I needed to distract myself and think of mundane things. It worked, and despite my not knowing exactly how many lengths I had done I took advantage of my softening cock and got out. 

My next challenge was the communal shower. I hoped I would be able to negotiate that before Peter came out of the pool and joined us naked in it. 

Too late. In strolled Peter. 

I was desperately trying not to look at his cock and at the same time keep the conversation as matter-of-fact as I could. With thoughts of the washing up I hadn’t done before I came out I managed to keep myself in control but only just. I considered turning around as I was rinsing the soap off me but the thought of him looking at my bum only excited me more. So as quickly as I could and with more thoughts of dirty dishes I finished off, wrapped a towel around me and headed to the changing room. 

I waited in the foyer of the baths for Peter to come out of the changing room so we could go and get our pies and go to his flat. This should have been matter-of-fact but it wasn’t.  I was both nervous and excited, even though there was nothing to indicate from Peter that I should be. It was all in my imagination but I could feel a swelling in my groin when he came through. 

I tried to act as normally as I could whilst we bought our pies and went to his flat. We spoke of fitness and our town teams football results,  in fact anything to distract me from thinking about being naked or having any form of sex with another man. I wasn’t good at the distraction bit as Peter must have picked up on my anxiety and asked me if I was okay.  Of course, I answered that I was, but Peter wasn’t reassured.  He asked me if I was uncomfortable about his lifestyle.  

I must have blurted out that I didn’t know anything about his lifestyle but that I would interested in hearing about it if he had a mind to tell me.  I was a bit embarrassed about being so direct and tried to apologise and say it was none of my business and that his private life was his own concern. 

To his credit, he smiled at me and said that he would be very happy to answer any of my questions regarding life as a gay man. Stunned I suddenly didn’t know how to start. Thankfully he took the initiative and told me that he had had a long term partner but since then he had been enjoying life as a single gay man and had a number of friends. The sex, he said, wasn’t always about penetration but giving pleasure to your partner, either by hand or mouth. 

He then asked me if I was interested in finding out more about sex with another man. The erection in my pants told me I was.  I gawped open mouthed at him, unable to speak,  I just nodded. He then asked if I would be willing to watch a little gay porn to see if I was interested in that side of life. 

By the time the laptop was up and ready my heart was pounding away.  As the first images appeared my cock was as hard as I’d ever known it and my breathing became more rapid. Two middle aged men were undressing each other and hands were all over the others bodies, especially where flesh was exposed. At the point where they were naked and you could see their hard cocks rubbing up next to each other I looked over at Peter and I suddenly became aware that we both had erections.

The porn froze as Peter pressed pause. He said that he thought that I was clearly turned on by the images and that we might be more comfortable being like the two men in the video, naked. He obviously felt my hesitation and said that he would get undressed first and if I felt comfortable then I could do the same. 

I agreed to this. Peter stood up and began to remove his clothes. I don’t think I even blinked while one by one his clothes came off. As the final piece of clothing left his groin area his exposed cock bounced out from him and swayed majestically in the air. This was too much for me and I quickly stood up and tore my clothes off in order to get as naked as he was. All thoughts of the porn disappeared as I stared at Peter’s erect cock and I wanted to reach out and take hold of it. He must have sensed this as he stepped towards me and pointed his cock closer to mine. Instinctively I reached out and grasped it, not wanting to let it go. It was the first time I had touched another man’s cock, much less an erect one, and it felt so natural.  

Peter reached out and grasped mine and the sensation I felt of somebody else wanking me was mind-blowing. What was even more mind-blowing was him getting to his knees in front of me and starting to lick my cock and eventually taking it in his mouth.  The feeling was divine and I instinctively knew I wouldn’t last very long at all if he kept doing that to me. He must has recognised the signs as he clasped his hands across my bum , so I couldn’t move away from him and went at my cock with even more enthusiasm until I couldn’t hold back. 

The feeling of release was overwhelming as my seed left my balls into Peter’s mouth. The orgasm was sensational and seemed to last for a long time as he took and swallowed every drop. By the time he had finished I was clean and dry and starting to feel a little embarrassed about what had occurred. Out of a sense of fairness I reached out to Peter’s cock to return the favour but he stopped me. 

He knew perfectly well what I was feeling and reassured me that it wasn’t necessary, but that if I wanted to then to meet him at the baths the same time next week. 

I spent the next week going over what had happened many times and wondering if I wanted more of this lifestyle.  I dithered quite a bit about it but by day four I knew I was going to turn up at the baths to meet Peter. By day five I started to get excited about taking his cock in my mouth and really looked forward to it. 

On the day we were to meet at the baths I was worried about how keep my cock under control.  I wore the loosest swim shorts I had with the net pouch for my cock and balls which kept them from springing loose. I wasn’t sure it would work but it was best I could do.

Peter was already there when I slipped into the water and after a few lengths we both stopped at the shallow end of the pool. He asked if I was having lunch at his and when I confirmed that I was, he smiled. We both knew, at that point , that a new adventure was going to happen.  

Back at Peter’s flat he put the laptop on before he put the kettle on. I was left watching the two men from the previous week licking and sucking each other’s cocks like there was no tomorrow. All thoughts of my pie had disappeared as these two went at each other. The thing that broke my attention away from it was Peter returning from the kitchen with two cups of tea but naked. 

Well, that got my attention as  I watched him put the tea down and sit next to me. I couldn’t help myself and put my hand on his leg and began stroking it. He, in turn,  looked at me and asked if I would like to make myself more comfortable.  In other words to lose my clothes. In no time at all I was as naked as him, without any reservations or inhibitions and, without thinking , knelt in front of him, grasped his cock and began licking it.

It was something I had rehearsed in my head ever since I had decided I would return to Peter’s flat. For a few seconds I savoured the moment before wrapping my lips around Peter’s very erect cock. The feeling was electric.  Instinctively,  I knew what to do as my lips and tongue slid up and down it, and the moans from him only encouraged me to continue.  The more he moaned the more I increased the speed of my sucking and eventually there were signs that Peter was about to cum. 

Having already rehearsed this scenario I was ready for it and increased the speed of my sucking . At the moment Peter froze arched up at me I knew what was coming and was eager to take it. What I hadn’t bargained for was how much of it left his balls and entered my mouth. It was a bit of a shock that there was so much. I confess I gagged before eventually swallowing all he had to give.

Getting my breath back, I hovered over Peter’s cock licking and hoovering up any latecomers that oozed from him until he was as clean as a whistle. I really had enjoyed the experience and I knew it wouldn’t be the last time.  However, I hadn’t cum yet and I was very eager to do so. 

Standing up and in front of Peter I started to wank myself. It was my intention to cum over him wherever it landed but Peter had other ideas, as he sat up with his face in front of my cock, and encouraged me to wank harder and faster. I needed little encouragement to do so and within a very short space of time and with a loud grunt came.

 I was only vaguely aware at that second that what flew from my cock landed on Peter’s face and he didn’t appear to have any intention of moving out of the way. As I came down I noticed him wiping it off with his finger and putting it in his mouth. I found that very erotic.

After a few minutes of recovery, Peter picked up the cold cups of tea and took them to the microwave along with the pies warmed them up. Still naked we ate and drank and chatted. He reminded me that he had a number of friends and was not exclusive and that if I was happy with that he would like to introduce me to them. 

I didn’t feel that I was ready for that at the time but after watching more gay porn that afternoon, I very quickly came round to the idea of wanting to explore my gay side with him. I left with Peter’s telephone number and  a promise to call him in the next few days to discover what comes next.