I suppose like a lot of guys, the iron bug bit me in high school. I started lifting as a means of getting bigger for football. Many an hour was logged in the weight room in the quest for strength and size. Even while trying to stay focused during all those hours and all that hard work, it was hard not to develop a fine appreciation for the male physique in all the various shapes and forms that were on display in that sweaty, musky chamber on a daily basis. 



My grades didn’t qualify me for college, but my competitive nature wouldn’t let me sit still. So, after dabbling in bodybuilding for a few years, I settled on power lifting and racked up enough trophies to fill two wall cases. Now closing in on thirty years since high school, my joints have forced me to retire from the contest arena, but I still keep active with regular workouts at Jake's Gym, an old school facility located in the rear of a building with the only access by way of an intimidating dead-end alley. The weights, benches and racks have a slightly rusted hue from the perpetual Pittsburgh humidity, and plenty of dents from the years of brutal and constant use.



As for the owner, Jake, I suppose he’s a lot like his gym, a little beat up but at his core, all power. At six foot two, with a salt and pepper beard, bald on top, and muscle upon muscle from years of experience in the iron game, he can be an imposing figure. About five years my senior, Jake has become a trusted confidant and mentor. And to me, he’s without a doubt the sexiest man alive. Hardly a night goes by that I don’t jack myself to sleep fantasizing about him and waking up with stained sheets. When I’m not at work, I try to spend as much of my free time in the gym, watching his every move out of the corner of my eye. If I could live there, I’d gladly take up residence just to be closer to him. Now, before you go thinking that I’m some sort of stalker, let me relate what happened last Friday night.



I had just finished an all-out balls-to-the-wall workout, looking forward to the upcoming weekend. Jake and I were the only ones left, and after locking up, he began to clean and straighten while I headed downstairs to shower up. Jake had converted a bathroom into a makeshift locker room with a fiberglass shower stall, a few chairs and a used bank of lockers that he had bought from an area high school that had recently upgraded its facilities. 



When I was a kid, around 12 or so, I fell in love with one of my teachers.  His name was Mr. Bonner, and he always gave me a boner. He was fresh out of college so he was about double my age. Mr. Bonner had a beautiful black beard and the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. He was a jock and had the body to prove it. When we had PE I couldn’t stop staring at the bulge in his shorts and his tight t-shirt showed the swell and curve of every bulging muscle.



I jacked off many nights wondering what his cock looked like and if his wife liked sex with him. Did she suck his cock? Did she moan with pleasure as he fucked her? 
School moved on, but I never forgot Mr. Bonner. I pumped out many a load thinking about his hot body and his handsome face. 



For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a fascination with Daddies.

I was never attracted to guys my own age – still not.  I joke that one of the great things about being attracted to men in their 40s and 50s is that when I reach that age, my generation will have matured into the types of men who get me hard and I’ll have a whole new population to choose from!

High school wasn’t a very good source of eye candy.  Most of my teachers were women and the guys were all clean-shaven, except for my physics teacher, who was also the cross-country coach and grew in his beard over the winter months to combat the biting Kansas wind.  Purrrrr!
There wasn’t a great of jack off material readily available in my immediate environment.  I resorted instead to sneaking the underwear catalog up to the privacy of my bedroom.

All the men in my office are studs. All of them are well-built, masculine men. Almost all of them are single or divorced. Because of the type of business we’re in they all travel a lot. I was one of the few who stayed in the office. One of their favorite topics after meetings is about their conquests on the road. They were always talking about the pussy they got or a hot blowjob they got in an airplane john.



My boss, Ed, was an ex-marine and was built like a brick shithouse. When he would roll up the sleeves on his shirt his arms were covered in thick, black, hair. He also had a shaved head and a big salt and pepper goatee. He often didn’t wear an undershirt and you could often see his hair-covered chest through the thin material of his dress shirt. Lots of times he would have a cigar clenched in his mouth.



If I spent too much time around him, I’d have to go into the john and beat off. I’d always shoot a big load on the stall door as I thought about sucking what I was sure was Ed’s massive cock. 



“John,” Ed said one day, as he came into my office. “you’re coming to my holiday pool party aren’t you?” 



“Wouldn’t miss it,” I replied. My dick twitched in my pants as I thought about seeing Ed and the other hot studs in swim trunks.



“Great,” he grinned. “I’ll see you Saturday night then.” 



“Sure thing,” I replied.  Ed left and I immediately went to jack off. 



As usual, I was early for the party. I couldn’t stand being late for anything. 



“John,” Ed greeted me at the door to his large house. He had a robe on that exposed his beefy, hair covered chest. “Come on in. You’re the first one here. Somehow I knew you would be.”



“I thought you might need help with something,” I replied, licking my lips.

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