No Shit Sherlock (part 1)

David wasn’t the type of guy you would expect would be down to fuck a guy, at least I didn’t. I had known him for as long as I could remember, but we were never close. We had gone to the same schools and we even had some classes together but other than that we had nothing in common. He was two years older than me, he had failed first grade and was born in September, this all made me belittle him throughout high school. Other than my occasional wise cracks and his attempts of rebuttals we didn’t speak much but there was a common air of amiability.
We lost contact after graduating high school. The next time we saw each other was at our local gym’s showers. We hadn’t seen each other in two years I was utterly distracted by my post-workout routine I didn’t notice him. I had just finished undressing when a musky scent in the air made me turn around. Before my eyes was a behemoth so beautiful it took me some time to react. “John? John Ferguson? Is it you?” He asked, a surprised grin on his face. “Yeah! David! What a pleasant surprise. Long time no see.” I replied with sincere enthusiasm. “Yeah and It seems that time does change people you are not that wiry teenager I knew back in the day.” He replied as he jokingly eyed me from head to toe stopping at the crotch and winking as he boomed in laughter. “Who knew you were a big man.” He teased. It was this that reminded me of my nakedness. I nonchalantly reached around and grabbed a towel wrapping it around my waist. ” Hey! As the oldest in our graduating class I’d’ve thought you would be more mature.” I jokingly shot back. After some catching up and an exchange of phone numbers we parted ways. Our schedules didn’t coincide for a while after that only seeing each other for short instances in the showers and in such a hurry that conversations were out of question.
This did not stop me from glancing in his direction every time I saw him in the showers. He, at 6 feet 4 inches, seemed a giant to me even though I only trailed behind by two inches. He was the definition of a man. Thanks to his constant visiting of the gym he had the likes of a Greek god, nature enveloped him with a thick coat of auburn colored fur, his shoulders as wide as the largest expanse of land, his hands were so big my legs grew weak at the sight, and his manhood a perfect demonstration of god’s existence.
It was one unexpected afternoon when we bumped into each other in the entrance of the gym.