Disappointed, sitting in this empty changing area, I got dressed slow like my life depended on me too. As I sat there with only my socks on as a group of men walked in; I looked and still no Derek. It was just the usual old men who needed to be doing a lot more than playing tennis. I still didn’t move any faster as the others came in. However, I did feel uncomfortable when I noticed three out of the pack of 20 men that was over the age 45 looking at me. That was the only thing that had pushed me to pick up the speed. Plus, who wanted to see old wrinkled balls anyway. But being me I still had to put on a show for them as I put on my boxers and then started to put on lotion. I just stood up and turned around so that I was facing them to put lotion on my abs, arms and legs with my cock slightly slipping out of my boxers. I laughed because the one guy who was the shortest of the bunch, white male, with thick black rimmed glasses that looked like a slimmer version of Danny Devito seemed as if he couldn’t take it. He was in awe of my milk chocolate body, to the point where one of the other men over the said “Alec stop acting like you haven’t seen black dick before”. I looked in shocked as I looked down at my soft cock half way out my boxers and looked at him then turned around as another guy slapped him in the back of the head whispering “what’s your problem, we were all enjoying the view and you fucked it up ASSHOLE!”

As I finished getting dressed I felt a hand on my shoulder as I sat on the bench putting my boats on. I thought it was one of the gentlemen from the group coming over to apologize, so I didn’t turn right away. But when the guy whispered “stop making my dick hard” in my ear I immediately turned around to see who it was because I was about to cuss him out. However, it was DEREK!!!!! Standing there in just his flip flops with cock almost hard like he was holding back, he was still in very good shape to be over the age of 40, all I could think of as I looked him up and down. As I touched his semi-hairy chest I said “fancy meeting you here Mr. Derek” with a smirk and slightly pushing him away. Derek just smiled with his movie star white teeth to say “wait for me in the lobby; I want to ask you something”. I agreed but I told him “all you have is 10 minutes because I don’t like to wait”. He grinned and walked back to his locker throwing his towel over his shoulder and letting it hit his rock hard round ass. Then hitting Alec telling him to stop starring at people while their getting dressed.

When I got to the lobby I waited on Derek impatiently in one of the lounge areas. I felt irradiated since the people at the front desk kept asking me did I want anything. (When you family is a platinum member at a place like that, customer service are like predators in the wild to get their prey of a tip, but the only tip I had for them was brush their teeth twice a day since the one woman breath smelled like she just woke up, ate her husband’s ass, smoked a pack of cigarettes and decided to go work) However, only 5 minutes had passed and Derek came out looking like he just stepped out of a GQ magazine. He walked briskly to where I was and asked “how were you speeding your Saturday”.