Sunday, 16 February 2014

Light bulb moment

There was a new guy in my lane today at swimming. We get one or two new members every month on average and people come and go for different reasons so the group has never grown significantly since I've been there. The previous addition a few weeks ago was a university student who almost looked underage. He is smaller than me. Dark haired, cute, black stud in his ear; small tattoos on his lean and toned body. He has the most typical 18 year old twinky-skater-boy-porn-star looks (and name). His perky ass is easy on the eyes but other than that I'm not interested. I have seen him rolling a cigarette after a swim. I don't understand why he bothers. (Probably forced to come by his boyfriend.)

Today's hottie is a 30-something who is bigger than our little porn star but still slightly shorter than me. You can tell he works hard in the gym from his strong but perfectly proportioned body. His pecs are more bulgy than the other muscle groups but I find it a great turn on because, really, the chest is the best place on a tight body for a bit of extra softness. Swimmers just don't get puffy pecs. He doesn't have washboard abs - I'm not into it anyway - but there is no fat around his waist. He is not bad looking either. Not the centre-of-attention kind of face but if I saw him in the supermarket I would go back an aisle to have another look. I keep stealing looks at his chest, legs and ass whenever we stop to listen to Coach. If he had a deeper voice and let his facial hair grow I would have accidentally backed up against his crotch.

Anyway, after training a few of us head to the pub for a drink. I don't normally go but I want to know more about this guy, who seems to be quite easy to talk to. So we have a drink, chat about swimming and holidays and shit. He's cool. His tenor voice makes him sound a little camp but he's not. Then I notice - the bloody ring on his ring finger. For fuck sake. He must have put it back on after swimming. And he is saying "we" are going to Sydney for a few weeks. Damn. I guess he will just become like the other two men I used to fantasise about but turned into good friends after finding out they were both happily attached.

Then there is a light bulb moment. I think the problem is I like men at least five ten years older than me. But all the good guys would have found someone by the time they are in their thirties. So how this ever going to work?


Anonymous said...

Find someone that looks old for their age :-)

PR8 said...

Your time will cum :)

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