I am a middle-aged married man with wide sexual tastes. Because of the constraints of my life, most of my male/male activities have been hot, brief encounters, in steam rooms, saunas and bath houses.
These stories are reminiscences of my hottest encounters, written in the hope that readers will relate to the experiences, and enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed the writing.
THE LAST DANCE--Part A
Nine o'clock, and the midtown gym is empty. No one exercising, no one changing, no one in the sauna. Except me.
And a young, blond-haired boy, about 22-23. He sits opposite me. Can I get him to do anything? I scratch my groin. Look at him obliquely He stares away, but he has noticed. I scratch myself again. He doesn't move. Stares away. But the frozenness is studied, a willful ignoring of what's going on.
What is going on? Well, he's not sure. Not sure of my intentions. Not sure what he wants. So I continue. Scratch. Stare. "It's me or no one," I'm saying. "I'm the only show in town tonight. So decide if you want action."
He does. He lifts his towel to reveal a heavy cock, pointing to the sky. I'm not shy tonight: I'm the only reason he's done this. I cross the sauna and sit right below him. He starts jerking off. It's long, about 8 inches or more. It's thick. And it's uncut. He's pumping out precum already. I don't want to swallow that, so I sit on the seat below and lick his balls.
Balls! Wonderful balls. Big and floppy, hanging down low, even as his cock is hard and dripping. I use my hand on his cock, up and down, up and down. The head is massaged by the foreskin, and by the precum that keeps oozing out. He's looking up and making faces. Digging it. So am I--I love those big balls. I can't quite get both in my mouth at the same time.
I'm stroking myself--he has no interest in my cock. Because of this, I don't cum. But eventually he comes, oozing and spasming. He has so much precum that it's not any wetter. Just jerkier. We not to each other silently, then hit the showers. It's almost closing time.
THE LAST DANCE â€" Part B
Sunday, 4 PM or later. The sauna is hot in the downtown gym. Three or four guys go in and out, then no one. Everyone's finished. I sit in the corner, facing the back. One nice looking young guy sits on the top bench. I'm on the bottom one, my legs stretched out, my cock under the towel--barely. I'm partly hard, and I make it twitch.
No reaction. Nothing. I figure I'll enjoy him, and just fantasize. He's very good looking, dark, close-cropped hair, about 30 or so, nice build, lighly muscled. Anyway, it's almost closing time, not a good time to start fooling around. So I scratch and adjust myself, change my leg position, reveal another inch. I'm getting hard.
And now he's staring. What's going on? He's deciding what to do, and I'm influencing his decision. That's great. Do we have time for this?
He's thinking the same thing, because suddenly he whips off his towel, to reveal a long, hard, cock. Not overly thick, but well-proportioned and big. Nice looking boy, nice cock, and he's hard. So that's what's going on.
I quickly move up to sit next to him. The light is off, and both of us can see pretty clearly if anyone is coming. I reach over and feel him. Hard. Long. Really nice. He feels me, too, always a good sign. So I continue. We're turning each other on, giving each other enthusiastic hand jobs. I really like his body. So my other hand, the right hand, feels his back, feels his flat stomach, feels down to his ass. The sweetly rounded cheeks, the beginning of the crack, but that's all I have access to, because he's sitting. He loves this, starts squirming. I love it, too. Really great time.
I move to take him in my mouth, but he gestures, no.
A good time, but short. He comes, flowing down his own dick. Then I come, with a few jerks, shooting into the center of the room. He leaves, then I. We've got five minutes to shower and change. Luckily, the attendants here don't rush you out. We don't talk in the locker room. One attendant comments to another, "These are the last two guys out."