I’m sure every guy on here has a “this was my first time with another guy” story, and I am no exception. Some of the stories begin by saying that the main character had been “thinking about it for years” or “was always curious” or maybe “there was a certain someone they met that they fell for in an instant.” For me it was different. For me it was something I wasn’t looking for, I hadn’t even thought about it. It just happened and once it did, it changed my life forever.

My name is Paul and for the last thirty-eight years I’ve been happily married. My wife and I raised six remarkable kids and life was good. Then cancer took my wife away and I was now alone.

Anyway, about me and my story. I stand right at six foot tall and weigh in just about one hundred and eighty pounds. I won’t say I’m buff or cut but I do look good for my age and work hard to keep it that way. I recently had changed jobs and the opportunity to travel out of state for a week of intensive training presented itself. I had nothing preventing me from leaving for a week and so I took advantage of the opportunity.

A co-worker of mine, Ron, was going to attend the training as well. Now Ron was the work cut up. He was always putting a smile on everyone’s face with his jokes and outlandish stories. Ron was single with no attachments and claimed he liked it that way. He was a little shorter than me but made up for it with a body builder physique. He was about twenty years younger than myself and although he was a friend at work, he was not someone I would have picked out as a friend off the street.

The day arrived to leave for the training and I arrived at the airport. After getting through security, I walked to the gate and found Ron already sitting in one of the lobby gate chairs. “Well, you did make it. Did you have to stop and get your doctor to clear you to fly at your advanced age?” he chided.

“No,” I quipped. “I was just arranging a time schedule with the stewardesses to see how many of them I could make members of the mile high club before the flight, was over.” As we both laughed, I walked up and shook his hand and we made small talk until our flight boarded. The plane was full and we were seated in different rows, so getting to know more about him during the flight was not going to happen.

We landed and collected our luggage and found the hotel shuttle which we would use throughout the week to get to and from the training center and hotel. When we checked into the hotel things began to get a little weird for me. Our company had only requested one room for us to share. I would have gladly paid for the extra room but the hotel was full with others from all over who were also there on business.

We took our key cards and went to our room. It was a lot nicer than I expected and I began to relax a little about the living situation. I picked the bed by the window and that was fine with Ron. As we began to unpack, Ron was joking around and said, “I hope you don’t mind but when I’m at home I don’t wear clothes. I like the freedom.”

As naïve as I was, I assumed he liked to walk around in his boxers. I didn’t mind that and told him, “No worries here. “

“I’m going to take a shower then watch TV or something on my computer before bed.” Ron announced. That was fine with me. I wasn’t really tired and a shower sounded nice. Ron started taking off his clothes as he headed to the bathroom. He closed the door as I walked over to get a pair of shorts to sleep in. I heard the toilet flush then the bathroom door opened. Ron stepped out of the bathroom and he was completely naked.

I looked over at him framed in the doorway and for the first time was impressed with what I saw. He had a six pack below his slightly muscled pecks and well-defined arms. His legs rippled as he stood there for a moment. You could tell he took pride in his body. He didn’t shave his hair off like most body builders and he was covered with reddish brown hair over most of his body.