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Old Friends

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"Don't squeeze them to hard, they bruise easy sometimes Mike."

I was squeezing the tomatoes in the produce aisle of my local supermarket when I heard a familiar voice I hadn't heard it in awhile so it was hard to place. I turned around and saw the face of an old acquaintance of mine.

"Bruce!" I said as I stuck out my hand to shake his. "How have you been buddy?"

"Good Mike and you?"

"Can't complain. How's the wife?"

"Long story."

"Well I've got some time if you want to catch up."

He flashed his pearly whites at me. I melted a little inside. Bruce hadn't changed at all - 6'5" 205 pounds, blond hair, blue eyes, tan and a tight body. I thought back to how all the women at work loved to see him come in and deliver water in our office building. The women loved tight shorts. I almost had to mop the floor from all the women's drool. I told him one day and he smiled like a Cheshire cat.

He and I had lost touch after he quit the delivery job. He had gotten another job with his new bride's father's car dealership. I knew he would do well. Flash the ladies a smile and hand them the keys to their new cars.

I shook off my Kodak moment.

"So do you want to get a beer?" Bruce asked.

"Yeah that would be great," I said

We made our purchases, and I followed him to the bar just up the street.

He told me that he caught his wife cheating on him with another sales guy in the break room. It wasn't long after that that the marriage and the job dissolved. He was now working at the local gym as I trainer.

"Looks like you need some help guy," he said as he looked at my beer gut.

I bowed my head sort of ashamed that I had let my six-pack ab turn into a butterball. "You offering?" I asked.

"If you want Mike, then yes." It will be quite a commitment on your part, but if you do it, it will change your life."

He went on to explain the plans, the payments and other details.

I told him I would think about it.

We talked about sports and more. Before we left the bar we exchanged cell phone numbers and programmed them into each others' cells. We shook hands and went home.

I guess I was tired. When I got home I stripped naked and fell onto the bed. Sometime during the night I was dreaming of Bruce naked next to me. I woke up covered in sweat and with a rock hard erection. I was stroking my cock, then cumming in no time. I feel back asleep, feeling content.

The next day at work, the elevator was out and I had to climb up the stairs. It was only three floors, but when I got to the top of the stairs I was huffing and puffing.

"Well fuck this shit," I thought to myself. I got out my cell and punched in Bruce's number.

"Hello Mike"

"Dude I am ready."

"Meet me at 5."

I sneaked out of work a little early, went home and put my shorts, t-shirt, and sneakers into a duffel bag. I arrived at the gym a few minutes before 5 p.m. I went to the check in desk and asked for Bruce. He came out a few minutes later.

"Let me show you the place Mike. "

It was your standard gym - weight machines, treadmills and all the rest.

"Our last our stop is the locker room." He showed me where I could change and handed me a clipboard with a gym application. "Come out when you are done changing and we will get you started Mike."

I changed and then filled out the application. Once I filled it out I went out into the work out area.

Bruce was with another client and saw me. He nodded and held up his index finger. I sat on a weight bench and waited. He came over soon.

"Sorry I had to finish with another client."

"Oh that's okay Bruce, I understand."

He looked over the form and nodded. "Okay Mike we will start you out simple."

He put me on the treadmill and left me for about 15 minutes. By the time he came back I was huffing and puffing again.

"Well it seems I have my work cut out for me." He said

"You? What about me?" I asked.

He laughed a little. "Yeah you got your work cut out too buddy."

So I started my new regimen of working out, at first it was 15 minutes and then Bruce kept increasing my minutes in 15 minutes intervals. I cut out the junk food. Weeks passed and my gut came off slowly. My work out time increased from 15 minutes to over an hour.

One day after a work out Bruce asked if I wanted to celebrate by having a beer.

"But won't that ruin my training?"

"Not if you only have one Mike."

"Well then okay."

"My place is just around the corner, we can have a beer there," he said.

So I showered and went over to his place. Bruce's place was your average bachelor pad. A couch, a couple of chairs and a 60" digital TV with surround sound.

"Sit down Mike,"

I sat in one of the chairs as he went and got us a couple of beers. He came back with the beers in some plastic cups.

"What no bottles?" I asked.

"No, I keep a cold keg in the fridge." He sat across from me and said how great I was doing with the exercise and looking so much better.

I drank half the beer and felt a bit woozy. I moaned a little

"What's the matter Mike?

I told him how I felt a little woozy, that maybe not having a beer for a while might have affected me.

"Maybe you should lay down on the couch for a bit."

"Yes maybe." I could hear my words beginning to slur.

He helped me get up and took me over to the couch. I laid down and felt a bit better. I must have dozed off, and when I woke up I felt someone sucking my cock. I moaned again. I tried to open my eyes, but they were slow to open. Through half closed else I saw a blond head bobbing on my cock. Whoever was blowing me sure knew what they were doing. Their mouth was warm and their tongue swirled over my cock head. I thought I felt a finger teasing my asshole. It felt nice actually and made me cum rather quickly. I fell back asleep right after the last drop.

When I awoke again I was in a bedroom. "Who's bedroom is this?" I thought to myself. I turned over to my left and saw that I was in bed with Bruce. "Oh shit," I said out loud.

Brude stirred next to me, opened his eyes and smiled. "Morning Sweetie."

"Um Bruce did we?"

"No baby we didn't go all the way. But you seemed to enjoy my blowjob"

"That was you last night?

"Yes it was Mike."

"I'm not gay," I said. "I'm not gay." I kept repeating it over and over to myself.

Bruce reached over and touched my cock; it was hard instantly when he touched it. He stroked me. I couldn't believe how nice it felt. He removed the sheet covering us and moved his head down to my cock. He started licking the underside of my shaft. His tongue flicked over my cock head where it joins my shaft.

"God. Fuck Bruce. Feels so nice."

He stopped for a moment and reached into his nightstand. He went back to sucking my cock. I heard a squirt of something and then felt his finger teasing my ass crack. The gel he put on his hand felt cool. Soon his middle finger was invading my ass.

"No Bruce, no." It was no good; his mouth kept bobbing up and down on my throbbing dick. A second finger slid into my asshole. "Ungh. It hurts."

Bruce stopped sucking for a moment. "Relax baby. It will easier if you relax."

His mouth went back down on my cock. His fingers slid in deep and soon he was touching my prostrate. My ass burned at his touch. My lower drove up to his face. My mind was saying, "I am not gay, but I was fucking another man's face."

I exploded into Bruce's mouth. It felt so nice, I kept cumming and cumming I felt different as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Bruce kept fucking my ass with his fingers.

Soon he slipped out his fingers. I looked at him. He leaned in close to me and whispered, "Now I am going to take your anal cherry my love."

He pushed my legs up toward my chest, and I heard the tube squirting again. I felt the head of his cock pressed against my hole.

"Relax Mike"

"It hurts Bruce."

"Yes but only for a moment"

He slammed into me and pounded my virgin ass.

"Oh fuck Mike, such a tight hole"

It wasn't long before Bruce was filling my ass with his hot load

We laid there together, his cock still buried in me and his arms wrapped around my shoulders, holding me close to him.

"Now how do you feel Mike?

I told him I felt free. "I am gay and there isn't a damn thing wrong with that."

"No, there isn't a thing wrong with that my love," Bruce said as he started fucking my ass again.

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