The Undress Rehearsal

I didn't get to know him as Derek until it got to the stage of; 'Hey I don't even know your name yet' 

This is one of those stories where events somehow took over! Doing market research is not something I ever really wanted to do but it was a job and this entailed staying several days in a particular area and doing questionnaire interviews.

Because you are meeting people all day you don't get a chance to feel lonely. It's only when you get back to the quiet of your Bed & Breakfast room that you crave for some company. The evening meal and a drink in a bar were a routine but it can be difficult when you are a stranger amongst locals.

It was a village near the town where I had been doing the interviews and the nearest pub was a small place.

"Do you do any meals or snacks?" I asked the guy behind the bar.

"Er yes! No, I mean Yes of course! but I'm afraid it would have to be something in the sandwich line as I'm here on my own.”

Being preoccupied with whether I was going to have to up-sticks and go somewhere else I hadn't taken too much notice of the guy and when he smiled and put me at ease I did notice how handsome he was.

The bar was almost completely empty apart from a couple of old men regulars to whom Derek (Yes you've guessed) felt obliged to humour with fragments of conversation about the weather.

After providing an excellent salad and a couple of pints of beer Derek started chatting. We covered what I was doing and he told me he was a fisherman from a nearby coastal town and was taking a week shore leave to man his parents pub while they were on holiday.

He had a very deliberate way of doing things at the bar like washing up glasses as he talked about what it was like to be out on the high seas manning the nets for days on end.

As he spoke I found myself being increasingly attracted to him physically. That was not something I had ever experienced before.

I was in my early thirties, I liked girls and had had quite few girl friends, but never seemed to keep them for long.

I didn't see myself as gay either but I just couldn't help admiring Derek's physique. He had a handsome face, a big chest and broad shoulders but it was that something else which fascinated me.

He was wearing a towelling shirt and khaki coloured jeans. The only bare parts of him I could see were his forearms and the lower half of his biceps. The short sleeves hung loosely offering the occasional glimpse of a paler skin higher up.

"It obviously keeps you fit!" I said to encourage him as he was telling me all about the tough life of being a trawler man.

"Do you mean that: 'Obviously'?" he looked at me with excited expectation.

"Yea of course. Well I mean, you do look fit. … I think anyone would say you've got a nice physique”

"And you're the first to say so! .. That kind of makes my day! Do you know that?”

"It's just a simple statement of fact really”

"No it .. it makes me feel just so good!" he said running his hand up his arm and under his shirt sleeves to his bare chest. Eventually he leant forward on his elbows and pulled his shirt sleeve over his shoulder to expose his swollen biceps.

"Just feel these! Have you ever felt muscles as hard as that?" When I felt his arm I was getting excited in a way that was unusual for me and I felt my face flushing as if I was going red. I was almost too embarrassed to speak. His forearm was brown and
covered with dark hairs. It seemed to me incredibly strong and somehow I found myself running my hand along it without his invitation.

"You know why I like my job so much? It keeps me in peak fitness and earns me a living at the same time. I even go out in my own sailing boat at weekends. You see most guys who try to get fit jogging, going to gyms and that, they end up only keeping themselves partially fit. I want to make sure that every muscle in my body is at its prime… You probably think I'm some sort of fanatic!”

"No I'm just thinking what a poor comparison I make!”

I rolled up my shirt sleeve and showed him my puny slim upper arm. I had nothing to compare with his masculinity.

To my surprise he gently felt my upper arm and stoked my forearms.

"You have nothing wrong with you in the slightest! Do you understand!" His voice had dropped to a whisper. I felt my cock leap in my pants and had to put my hand down to make adjustments. I don't know if he noticed because he went on to explain in anatomical terms how each muscle responds to different activities. It was almost getting boring but he was as keen to talk as ever and I was getting bolder.

"Lets see your chest muscles then" I dared him taking his line as an excuse.

Without the slightest hesitation he pulled up his shirt to reveal the most beautiful male muscular chest I have ever seen. His skin was very pale despite his rather dark hair. I began to feel him when suddenly he remembered the bar was still officially open.

"I must go and lock up. It wouldn't do for someone to walk in!" He set off out of sight leaving me feeling flushed and excited. I began to realise that, in between his anatomical diatribe, things were getting intimate. He had locked us in! 

"There we are! Now where was I?”

"You were just taking your shirt off so I could admire some more of your body". I explained slightly cheekily. Somehow I must have wanted to let him know I was interested in more than just a dry discussion on how to get fit. In fact the sight of him naked from the waist up was having an uncontrollable effect on me. I started running my hands over him.

"This isn't fair. I don't get to see you!”

"I didn't know you wanted to!" I said taking my shirt off. We held one another in each others arms for several minutes. Our eyes fixed on each other.

"I don't know what's happening to me. I'm not really gay but there is something about you" He said to me.

"About me!? Why I'm just reacting to a beautiful body.

You are like a Greek god you know!" He was silent for once.

"Anyway" I continued. "Better take those jeans down so I have a good feel of those strong thigh muscles you were on about”

"You had better come up to my room. You get late comers trying to peep through the curtains here sometimes" He led the way up a narrow stairs to his bedroom and closed the door. We stood looking at one another to a few seconds conscious of our growing erections.

"Do you want to see me in the nude?" I asked him in case he still had any ideas of continuing the fitness topic.

I didn't wait for an answer, I just took off my jeans and dropped my pants in front of him to reveal my full erection and everything private about me which I longed him to see. It was the first time I had exposed myself to a guy sexually and I got a huge thrill as his eyes dropped to look at my genitals.

I walked over to him and unbuckled his khaki trousers and slipped them down stroking and kissing his thick strong hairy thighs as I went.

"There isn't a single thing wrong with you either! You are fucking lovely! I don't know if another guy has ever told you how sexy you are.

We were now handling each other's cocks and I was getting very near to orgasm.

"Is there a shower in the en-suite?" I asked.

It was a bath shower with a curtain around. As the water pressure teased our naked bodies we soaped each other all over and especially in the most intimate and exciting places.

He was fondling my buttocks which made me crazy with expectation. Once I probed my anus while masturbating and I longed for another person to it to me, especially him! I know my buttocks are quite big and rounded and I wanted him to put his hand in my deep cleft. His buttocks were strong hard and muscular but when I started feeling them I suddenly got an urge to dive in. I started trying to get behind him but he realised what was happening and seemed to be trying to do the same to me.

He had turned off the shower and we were both covered in soap. It was difficult to keep a footing as we struggled together for physical supremacy.