Sometimes I think back on missed opportunities.
One in particular was a guy I used to work with. He was fit and we became good friends meeting outside of work to play squash or go for a run.
One of our squash matches which were always competitive meant a shower was always necessary afterwards. I always had to concentrate when sharing a shower with Laurence as I did admire his body and his penis in a flaccid state left a good feeling thinking how big it would become when erect.
After showering, we chatted in the changing rooms and as I sat with my towel over my legs, Laurence came over, very close. He stood in front of me, putting one leg on the bench beside me, displaying his gorgeous, flaccid penis about a foot from my face.
Why oh why do I keep thinking about that image and did not at the time actually reach out and stroke him?
To this day I think he would have liked me to do that.
We’ve lost touch over the years but I would love to track him down and start chatting and reminiscing about that encounter. I would bring it up and see if we could finally have a wank.
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