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One of my earliest sexual encounters came at a health club.

I used to work late, so it was always nice to hit the gym for a while, especially swim a few laps in the pool.

This eventually became a habit. Not only did it feel great, it had another advantage.

There was a janitor, who was absolutely my type. An older man, late 50s or early 60's, with the slightest of pot bellies, His gray hair was always in place, and he always look like he had just shaved. The fact he wore silver rimmed glasses made him my picture perfect fantasy man.

I knew that at some point, while I was getting dressed after showering, he would show up to clean the men's locker room. By that time, there were very few people left, so I figured, if I could stay just a bit later, there might be more of a chance to make a move.

One night, I had that plan all set in my head. I came into the club already thinking ahead. I changed into my swimsuit, and went to the urinal to make sure I peed before going to the pool.

As I was in the middle of my leak, who comes to the urinal next to me, but the janitor. He doesn't say a word to me, and I am in between whether I should start a conversation. As I am thinking about it, I decided to take a peek, and what do I see?

His beautiful dick in his hand, with grey hair sticking out of his dark blue pants. I couldn't help but stare.

Suddenly, he started shaking it up and down, as if he were done. That move kind of snapped me out of it. I looked up, only to see him smiling at me.

- " I close the place, I can give you a better look if you stay late" he told me in a soft, calm voice.

Now, there was no doubt. It would be a late night.