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I stood up to leave the steam room and Sasha followed. We both showered in stalls next to each other, checking each other out as we toweled off. We walked over to the locker and threw our clothes back on. As we dressed, both of us in different stages of nakedness, the Italian hunk came out of the steam room. He walked past us towards the showers, looking directly at Sasha with a slight smirk on his face. Sasha turned away, maybe embarrassed that he was getting checked out.
"That guy is so hot." He said, turning to me.
"Hell yeah, he is. And he totally thinks you're hot, too." I said.
"Really?" Sasha said.
"Um, absolutely. You're gorgeous, kid." I said. It blew me away that he seemed to have no idea how perfect he was. Then again, I remember how I felt at 18. Awkward and insecure, and I definitely didn't think I was hot. Looking back, I was a cutie, just deep in the closet. Otherwise, I'm sure some older guy would've loved a piece of me. I'm really grateful kids Sasha's age get to explore their sexuality openly - it'll really give his life a boost in the right direction.
We grabbed our stuff and headed out, I asked Sasha if he wanted to go home or get breakfast with me. Obviously, he wanted to eat, so we went to this little breakfast house in my neighborhood. We sat across from each other and I ordered two coffees, two orange juices, and two of the breakfast specials.
"Thank you, Ben, I didn't expect to be so taken care of. It's really nice of you." Sasha said shyly.
"Absolutely buddy. You're a great kid and I just want you to know that I'm here for you. Besides, I didn't expect you to take care of me either..." I said, referring to the blowjob he gave me not even an hour ago.
He was having a sip of his coffee when I said that and blew a bunch of air out of his nose from surprise. We both laughed and I handed him a napkin. Pretty soon our food came out and we both scarfed it up in silence. We slammed our drinks, I put some cash on the table with a hefty tip, and we were on our way. Walking back home, I wanted to check in about his plans for the rest of the weekend.
"Well, I think I might see if Antonio wants to hang out tonight. Then tomorrow I just want to chill and rest up for the first week of my program." He said.
"Sure bud, sounds great," I answered.
"What are you going to do this weekend?" He asked me.
"Oh probably just hang out. I'm basically an old man y'know, hahaha." I joked.
"No chance. You look good as hell." He said.
I couldn't believe it, but I blushed! This kid really has something on me.
That afternoon I was on the couch reading in a white t-shirt and some boxers. I had to wear readers now, which was a little embarrassing, so when Sasha walked into the living room, I snatched them off immediately.
"Hey Ben, I think Antonio wants to show me around town tonight." He said. I felt like he was asking my permission, but I couldn't tell.
"Cool, sounds fun! Do you need any cash or anything?" I asked as non-parental as I could.
"No no that's okay, you've done enough." He said, clearly trying to be polite.
"Alright, kid. Well here, take this and call if you need anything." I handed him two $20s and he put them in his pocket. He was wearing a t-shirt that seemed a bit small, so the end of his happy trail was sticking out above his jean shorts which were also tight. He was wearing calf-high socks and white sneakers. I loved his legs. They weren't bony but thin, covered in teenage hair, and super defined. You could see every muscle contract when he walked. I wanted to kiss his legs up and down before grabbing his ankles and lifting his legs to my shoulders.
I snapped out of my trance as he said bye.
"Bye Sasha, have fun, and be safe!" I said.
"You sound like my dad." He said, scoffing.
"That dummy? Take that back!" I joked. We both laughed and he was on his way.
I didn't do much that night, honestly just continued recovering from our night out. I could not stop thinking about fucking Sasha's face. It was unbelievably hot, and I don't think I've come like that since I first started fooling around with other men. But there was something about a younger guy, in his prime, that just made me ravenous. I jerked off twice thinking about it, and I still got a boner whenever it popped into my brain. I thought about the Italian stud that watched it all happen. I wondered if he wanted to join in, or if he wanted Sasha to himself. I thought about what would've happened in that steam room if I had left Sasha in there with him. I imagined the Italian stud standing up and putting his cock directly in Sasha's face.
"Open." I imagined him demanding. And Sasha would obey.
I pictured Sasha taking the flaccid Italian cock into his mouth and sucking on it until it was hard. Then I imagined Sasha grabbing the base and moving his hand up and down the shaft as his head bobbed up and down. I imagined the Italian's moans as Sasha took his entire cock into his throat, still slick with my cum. I imagined the stud fucking Sasha's skull with no mercy, just absolutely destroying his throat. I imagined Sasha looking up at the stud, his eyes watering, whimpering as he was face fucked like a whore. But the stud didn't care, he just pounded Sasha's face, holding his head down so that his nose was buried in his pubes. I couldn't help but jerk off yet again imagining this, and at this point, I was shooting water. I felt like a teenager with how horny I was.
I wondered how submissive Sasha really was and I hoped that soon I'd get to find out.
Sorry, this is a short one!
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