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.
GREEN EYES
I finished working out late that night, about 9 PM. The after-work crowd was gone, and I looked forward to a leisurely shower and sauna. I wrapped my towel around myself, stepped into the shower to wash off the sweat from my workout, then entered the sauna. One guy was there, and nice-looking young guy, trim, light brown hair on his body. Not a lot of muscle, but a nice oval face.
And green eyes.
Piercing green eyes, green as the sea, green as sea-glass polished by the waves and the sand. But the sea is there whenever you look at it. This guy was shy, wouldn't look directly at me. So I got glimpses of those beautiful eyes, just glimpses, like a beautiful landscape that you see for an instant from a car, before your view is blocked by trees or buildings.
His good looks and trim body kept me watching him, and the more I watched, the less I saw of his eyes. He fixed them on the wall opposite, like it was a TV screen on Oscar night. I climbed up to the top bench, a bit above where he was sitting, and a bit to the side, so I could look at his face, his lightly-hairy legs and chest. He had a tattoo on his chest, a line drawing of a fish. Discreet, nothing flashy, but the tattoo and something else both made me think he might be interested.
What was that something else? Hard to say, but it hung heavy in the air, the feeling of something sexual about to happen. I sat there, he sat there, and that feeling sat there. The feeling that he wanted to make contact, and not just verbal contact. No one else came in. I waited.
He crossed his legs and looked at that wall. I adjusted my towel so that something was showing from his position. He looked at the wall. He uncrossed his legs. He looked up at my towel. And looked again.
Yes!
He's interested. But he's shy. He won't look at me, won't give me another glimpse of those beautiful sea-green eyes. He's involved with the wall. I re-adjust my towel, grope myself a bit. He seems to sense the motion, although he's looking the other way. The green eyes return to my crotch. And again he turns away.
I need to do something else. So I get up, make a show of unwrapping and re-wrapping the towel. He looks at me sideways, knowing that I'm looking at him now. He has seen my body, my cock, my ass, everything. But he's unwilling to make eye contact. Not yet.
I stand up, walk out of the sauna, get a cool drink of water. When I come back, he's gone. But a shower is running, and no one else is around. A locker clinks, but no one has come into the shower area, and he has not left. I go into the sauna and take my seat again.
The shower stops, the door opens, and the beautiful young man from the sea comes in. He sits down almost in the same spot, but just a bit closer to where I have draped my towel over my crotch. He looks at the wall, and I re-drape my towel. He's on the lower bench, I'm on the upper. If he just turns his head a bit, he will be staring at my growing erection, his gaze aimed right up under the towel.
And that's just what he does. The green eyes fixed on my crotch. I carefully adjust myself under the towel, which is now barely covering me. He's riveted. He looks up at me with those eyes. There's something vulnerable in them, something needy. I move the towel out of the way.
And he is suddenly upon me, swallowing my cock whole, down as far as anyone has even gotten it in one gulp. The green eyes meet mine, and I'm riveted to them, just as he was earlier to my crotch. I can't stop looking at his face, and particularly at his eyes. His mouth is hot, his tongue hotter, but it's the eye contact that makes the moment so intimate. He's holding on to my calf muscles now, and using his tongue to tickle the underside of my cock, just below the ridge. He's found my trigger, the place where his tongue, moving just one-eighth of an inch up and down, will quickly bring me off. It seems like he knows it, like his eyes are conversing with me, asking if I like it (I do!), if I'm going to cum (I am!) and if I want more (Yes! Yes!).
He reads all this in my eyes, and decides he wants me a bit longer. So he takes me out of his mouth, then starts long deep plunges, thrusting his mouth onto my dick, forcing me down his throat. My cock head swells with each thrust, each plunge. The change of tempo has set back my orgasm, so I'm not close again, just reacting differently. This guy is young, but he knows how to read my body. He holds my cock deep in his throat, feeling with his tongue around its base. Then he goes back to my trigger spot, finding it with his tongue as if it were his own organ, his own pleasure, and licking it repeatedly.
He sees in my eyes how close I am, how I'm going to cum, and goes faster. But I won't cum in his mouth--my rule for guys I don't know. It's my degree of safety. Feeling myself going off the edge, I pull my cock off his mouth and start jerking it myself. He looks at me, then at my cock, realizing what's about to happen. He stands, cups his hands about eight inches away. He wants to catch my cum. I smile at him, and push his hands further away. I know what's going to happen. I've been really worked up. His eyes, his shyness, his hot mouth--all have been stimulating me for about 30 minutes now, and all that tension is going to shoot out through the head of my cock, just.... about....
Now!
My cock starts those familiar contractions, and shoots out a wad, hitting the wall he was staring at earlier, thud. The second shot hits the floor a little closer, and after that the shots are in range of his hands. He starts catching my cum, holding it in his palm, then smearing it on his chest. I finish cumming, and he collects what he can.
All this time I haven't touched him. Not what he wanted, somehow. My house rules don't allow for this--I want to reciprocate. So I get up, still hard, and get behind him, running my hands over his beautiful chest, feeling my cum on it. I jerk his cock, cup his balls, hug him to me from behind. My still-hard cock is pressed against his ass. But I go no further down that road. That's also something I won't do, not without protection. So I rub against him, and jerk his cock. He has beautiful balls, which I cup with one hand while I squeeze his right nipple with the other. He loves this, throwing his head back and twisting his body slightly. But he's silent. Not a moaner. Neither am I.
He takes my hand off his balls, disengages his body from mine, and sits down on the upper bench. I take this as an invitation to exchange roles, and get on the lower bench. I take his cock in my mouth and start sucking. I expect him to lean back and thrust his crotch out at me. But he doesn't do that. He looks at me with those beautiful green eyes. While I was hugging him from behind I couldn't see them like I can now. They're still green. He takes his hand, removes my mouth from his cock, and starts jerking himself. That's what he wants. He's still looking at me. I jerk with him, since I'm still hard, and he's turning me on again. His eyes close, his body strains, and he cums. His face gets just the slightest bit red, and when he opens his eyes again, it's red and green. And his face is relaxed, that need gone. The eyes are sparkling just a bit.
I'm standing, still hard, with no towel. He glances at the clock through the glass door of the sauna. I'm jerking, our eyes still locked. I'm still hard, but he's not. He looks at me, and speaks the only two words I've heard in the whole encounter:
"Again? Wow!"
I smile at him, and he finally smiles back. He stands up. I give him a quick hug, my hard cock pressed against his stomach. I reach behind, squeeze the globes of his ass, feel his crotch, soft now, against mine. He has turned me on a lot, and I'm ready for more. But he's not--he's simply relaxed and full. He looks at the clock once more, turns those green eyes on me, the headlights of a beautiful sports car, smiles, and leaves.