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I answered the classified ad with trepidation. I was married, everyone

assumed I had the perfect life and here I was answering an ad from a

guy looking to have sex with “bi-curious” men. In the letter to the

blind box address I accurately described myself as 6′ 1″, with brown

hair, brown eyes, a swimmer’s build and a great tan – except for my

brilliant white ass which was always protected by a Speedo. I drove to

the Post Office and was literally shaking as I dropped the letter in

the mail chute.

A couple weeks later an envelope with no return address appeared in my

post office box. I quickly tore open the flap and a color photograph

dropped into my lap. The guy in the picture had striking dark features

– and an unbelievable body. From what little he was wearing it

appeared as if he were a professional dancer. The enclosed letter

explained he owned a fitness club and spent a great deal of his time

teaching aerobics. He had always known he was attracted to guys.

However, being from one of the wealthiest and most socially prominent

families in town did not give him the option of being openly gay. In

fact, he was marrying into one of the other “better” families in town

the following month.

I could relate to his message. I had also forced all thoughts of

possibly being gay into the farthest recesses of my mind. I knew my

family would never accept that I could be gay and most likely I would

be disowned. That was the last thing I had wanted. Instead, I married

my college sweetheart. Although I really did love her, the desire to

be with another man was overpowering.

Feeling almost sick to my stomach, I called the phone number in the

letter when I got home. My voice cracked as I asked for “Michael.” The

masculine response on the other end of the line was: “Speaking.”

After explaining who I was, and some idle chit-chat, he suggested I

come by his gym two mornings later. He said it would not seem unusual

to his employees to have someone stop by to visit him at work. I could

be an old friend or possibly a new client for his sideline as a

personal trainer. He told me that if I were wearing gym clothes I

would fit right in.

Two days later I kissed my wife goodbye as she went off to work and I

headed for the shower to relax. I was incredibly nervous. As the hot

water cascaded down my torso I caught myself running my hands over my

chest, stomach and down to my crotch. My cock was twitching with

anticipation of what might happen later that morning. I stroked

myself, bringing myself to the verge of an explosive orgasm. I

suddenly stopped, rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. My prick

remained rock hard as I toweled the excess water from my skin.

I caught a glimpse of myself in front of the full-length mirror in the

bedroom. I had to admit I looked pretty good. The sharp lines of my

summer tanning focused all attention on the smooth white globes of my

bubble-butt. I turned around and noticed the V-shape of my chest

directed my eyes immediately down to my still-engorged cock. The red

of the fleshy pole and my dark, trimmed public hair stood out against

the pale vee of my crotch.

I stepped into a black jockstrap and had to pack my cock into the

front pouch. A pair of tight yellow Dolphin running shorts were pulled

up over the jock, presenting an inviting package from the front or

back. I pulled one of my old fraternity T-shirts over my still wet

hair and I was ready to go.

After about a ten-minute drive I arrived at Michael’s fitness center.

The sound of the latest aerobic music and the clanging of weights

mixed with the unmistakable aroma of male sweat. A couple of women

walked by in their workout gear, looking me up and down as I neared

the front counter. The young guy at the desk did the same as I asked

for Michael.

…End of the part1. To be continued..