Choices Sam arrived home from his daily workout around nine o'clock at night and tossed his gym bag in the corner by the TV. He smelled of chlorine from his 40 laps in the pool and longed for a nice, warm shower to melt under. Most men would have just taken that relaxing shower right there at the gym, but not Sam. He had his reasons.Shuffling through his one-bedroom apartment, Sam peeled off his clothes and threw them on the bed. In the bathroom, he stood for a moment in front of the full-length mirror and examined himself. His blonde hair was still wet from the swim and looked almost brown under the lights. He brushed some strands out of his face and ran his hands over his smooth pectorals, enjoying that tight feeling he got in his chest after a good workout. Every night, he would first workout in the weight room then swam his laps. He didn't work out like those guys who dream of being bodybuilders, though; he didn't want to get all bulked up. He just wanted good tone and solid features. And Sam's body was the very model of tone and definition.He rubbed his flat belly and patted it. Then he flexed his arms out, stretching them forward and then up over his head. Intertwining his fingers behind his head, he looked himself over and was pleased with the overall shape and texture of things. With the exception of pubic hair and a light amount under his arms, his body was virtually, and quite naturally, hairless. And even the pubic hair and the hair under his arms was so light in color, it almost looked as though puberty had passed him by.He turned himself sideways and glanced at his profile. His ass was smooth and round and protruded nicely over his taut thighs and bulging calves. He flexed his cheeks and then rubbed at them with his hands, smacking both sides in self-appreciation. Then sliding his hands over his hips, he teased his penis to erection and studied that profile with less admiration. He pushed down on the hardened shaft so that it stuck straight out and studied it more intently. He tried to see something more, something that wasn't really there.Absently, he thought about the man he saw taking a shower as he had walked through the showers to get to the pool that evening. The man was busy rinsing his face and never saw him, so he managed to take a good, long look without pretending not to. Sam recalled how the suds and water rolled down over this guy's member as it hung there lazily, swaying from side to side as he moved his hips under the shower. It was so thick... so long... so flaccid. He imagined what that must feel like, to have something with such girth and length dangling between his own legs like that.The tingling that shot up between his legs brought Sam out of his stupor and he realized that he was about to jerk himself off and spray all over the sink. He eased his hand off his stick and watched it bob and twitch as if trying to call him back to finish the job. The sight of that man's penis dangling there, dribbling suds, kept flashing through his mind and he tried to drown it out.Sam's erection eased enough for him to take a pee and then he hopped in the shower. Images of the man in the shower, and other men he had seen there from day to day at the gym, kept flashing in his mind as he cleaned himself. But when Sam would look down to see the suds washing over his own privates, all he could feel was a sense of envy. His shower was spotted with various moments of erection that he went out of his way to ignore, though he knew at some point before he slept that evening, he would jerk off. And even though he would fantasize of naked girls doing everything imaginable, he knew he would only reach a climax when someone with a large dick entered the picture.After he had toweled off and slipped into a clean pair of sweats and a t-shirt, Sam went out to his living room and sat in his only chair, a recliner, and flipped on the TV. He sat there surfing from station to station, completely relaxed and feeling further twinges between his legs. He had just slid his hand down his sweats to rub at his crotch when the phone rang."Hello?""I thought you were gonna call me earlier," the voice on the other end complained.It was his girlfriend, Sarah. She had plans."I'm sorry," he explained. "I just forgot. I had to get my workout in and...""Why do you have to do that so late?" she interrupted. "You were supposed to call me this afternoon.""It's not as crowded at night," Sam told her.He had told her this before, but he couldn't really explain it much further than that. He told her he stood a better chance of getting an open lane in the pool at night, but that wasn't true. He couldn't tell her it was because there were fewer guys in the locker room at that time. Then he'd have to explain in more detail. But that was out of the question."But you know why I wanted you to call early," she said in a more whining voice, now, less angry and more disappointed. "I wanted you to skip the gym tonight. I wanted to be your workout."Of course, Sam knew that. He hadn't really forgotten to call her. It was on his mind most of the day. It wasn't until after he was swimming laps at the pool that he had forgotten about her and what she wanted out of him."I'm sorry," he apologized again. "I'll remember next time.""The night is still young," she reasoned. "I can still come over."Sarah forgave him easily, even though this wasn't the first time he had tried to dodge her attempts at having sex with him. They'd been going together for nearly six months and the closest they had ever gotten to sex was when she let him reach in and fondle her bare breasts. She knew that Sam was good-looking and well built and had had girls pining over him all his life. She had even talked with some of his past girlfriends and they all seemed to say the same thing: no sex. She wanted him more than anything and was willing to give him whatever he wanted to take."I'm too tired," he sighed. "I'm about ready to fall asleep.""Don't you want me?" she asked."Of course I do," he said.He thought about the beauty of her breasts and the eagerness of her kisses and the way she always tried to crawl all over him and how she let his hands touch her wherever he pleased without resistance. She was cute and intelligent and was willing to do anything for him. Her proportions were perfectly to his liking. All his friends, and even his parents, thought they made a great couple. He did want her."But I just can't do it tonight," he explained. "My body is thrashed. My eyes are half-shut right now." He said this as he stared at the TV, still massaging his crotch absent mindedly. "Maybe this weekend..." And the moment the words left his lips, he regretted saying them."You promise?" she perked up. "This weekend, for sure?""Uh... yeah." He wasn't sure at all. "This weekend. I promise." Something would come up by then, he thought.She went on confirming that they would really have sex that weekend and he kept on reassuring her that he would do it. As she was pondering their weekend together, Sam flipped through a few channels and stopped when he saw the image of some guy's bare ass in a jock strap. Apparently, he thought, the movie channel must be having a free preview. It was a locker room scene and when the bare ass turned, it revealed a healthy bulge that caused Sam's erection to return."... and I just want to feel you deep inside of me," Sarah was purring in his ear."Uh huh..."