"Spring Stud" First submittal Jim Walton jimw94596@yahoo.com
Seems like winter drizzled on forever this year. Black skies and heavy rains have been interspersed between a constant dose of daily dripping. It has made it hard to get my much needed quota of hot guy watching. I've been the only one running the trail near my house after work most days. Good exercise, but not much "eye candy" around.
The sun finally came out last Sunday. My wife and I woke up to bright light streaming into the bedroom and decided to make a day of it by visiting a Home and Garden Expo that was happening nearby.
We got there just after opening. The sky was crystal clear with temperatures in the mid 60s. Felt incredible. Spring, at last! I wished I had put on my shorts before we left. I was definitely overdressed in my jeans and polo shirt.
As we waited for tickets I noticed a guy in the line next to us. He looked back at me and flashed a big grin. He was about 6 feet tall, trim and fit. Had a fair complexion and a full crop of dark blond hair. He was wearing a tight pair of blue/grey running shorts with black trim. Wore a black tank on top. Looked sharp. His shirt exposed a luxurious crop of thick, black chest hair. It spilled out above the tank top and dripped down his arms to his hands and fingers. God, how I love hairy, masculine guys.
He kept looking at me and smiling. His bright blue eyes were intense and cut right through me as I smiled back at him. Some heavy flirting was definitely beginning to happen.I loved his short mustache and goatee. And I'm always a sucker for hairy chested guys sporting facial hair. Hot. I was up for a little fun. I wondered what would happen next. "Probably nothing." I thought. "But, this is fun just the same."
Once inside the gate my wife and I wandered through the exhibits. We needed to find a contractor for a house project, and this looked like the place to shop. We spent a lot of time talking with various companies. Cute, rugged, construction type guys were swarming around the room. Quite a turn on for me. It had, after all, been a long winter.
To my surprise the hot stud I had seen outside kept appearing near me in the crowd. I thought it was a coincidence at first. But, every time I looked around there he was smiling at me. Once I watched him mouth a "Hi!" with his lips. Then I was sure I saw him look at me and say, "I want you, now!" I figured I must be fantasizing this one, and I laughed it off.
He must have come to the event alone. I saw a wedding band on his hand, and for some reason that made him all the more interesting to me. I was flattered by his flirting, and felt a rush of excitement flow through me straight to my cock. I do get incredibly turned on flirting or playing with a guy in public when my family is close by. I enjoy taking a risk once in awhile. I was definitely ready to try that with him.
My wife has no idea that I am bi. No reason to tell her. She does, however, know that I have an odd habit of walking into poles when we are out shopping. She thinks I'm gawking at displays of clothes or furniture, or cars. In truth I'm always checking out cute guys, and I end up bouncing into a wall or a post from time to time when I'm totally distracted by the view.
I noticed that my new friend kept emptying and refilling his glass of beer. As the hours ticked by he became more and more relaxed, and his intentions were becoming much more obvious to me. He would take a gulp of beer and look at me while massaging the foam across his lips with his tongue.His eyes cut deeper and deeper into me as he stood there smiling across the aisle.
The place was extremely crowded, but no matter where I turned, he was always nearby. He would turn quickly away when he saw my wife at my side, and then he'd turn back when she wasn't looking.
"Shit." I thought. "This guy is so fucking hot. I want him, but how?" I kept getting hard every time I looked at him and felt his eyes meet mine. He started staring at my cock. I know it was showing signs of extreme stress by now.The insides of my jeans were getting wetter and wetter. And my cock just wanted to be out in the sun and playing.
He started lightly brushing his cock with his right hand as he drank the beer from his left. He didn't seem to mind much who might be looking. The combination of beer and sun had definitely loosened him up. I glanced over from time to time to see him rubbing a hand against the silky fabric of his running shorts where his cock was protruding proudly. The fabric wasn't doing a very good job of hiding his little problem. Wasn't doing a damn thing but to make it more noticeable!
I know I was blushing at this point. This guy had me totally turned on. I knew I had to have him. We walked outside the I was surprised to see him standing in front of a chemical toilet booth. He turned back and looked at me with a "Come and get it!" look in his eyes. Then he stepped inside and pulled the door closed behind him. I noticed that the "Occupied" sign didn't pop up by the handle as it does when the door is locked from the inside. He left it open for me. Shit.
My wife went to get a cold drink, and I, of course, felt the urge to step inside with him. I waited until she was several yards away from me before I glanced around to be sure the coast was clear. Satisfied, I stepped in and joined my sexy stud.
As I locked the door he pulled me tightly into his chest. He had a big slurp of beer in his mouth, and he forced it into my throat as our lips connected. Felt refreshing and good. Our kisses became incredibly intense and passionate. My tongue went deep inside his throat, probing every corner. God, he was hot.
I felt his hairy face against mine as I pulled up his shirt to expose a full crop of thick, black chest hair covering every inch of him. To my delight I saw hair covering his back as well in a solid blanket of soft down. I'm pretty hairy and I love watching other hairy guys. God, how I love to play with hairy guys and to nuzzle my face and goatee in their chests!
We kissed and kissed, again and again like a couple of horny teenagers. Then he undid my jeans and bent down to slide my cock into his waiting mouth. He pumped away like mad and I was on the brink of shooting a huge load into him. But, I knew I had to taste him first. I pulled out and slipped down to pull his soft, silky trunks down below his knees.
I only had his cock in my mouth for a few thrusts before he came like gangbusters sending thick spurts of sweet, rich cum down the back walls of my throat."Fuck. This is fucking incredible." I moaned.
He bent down, took my cock back into his mouth and sucked like there was no tomorrow. I exploded. I have no idea if anyone heard our sounds of enjoyment from the "porta potty." I didn't give a damn if they did. I knew my wife was waiting safely in a long, soda line. That was all that mattered.
I kissed him again and carefully pulled up my pants, tucking my polo shirt inside. We kissed some more, and then I carefully exited and closed the door. I heard the lock snap shut.
I met my wife over at the spa exhibit, and we continued on our way. A little while later my hot friend reappeared, kept following us, and winked at me again from time to time. As we left the show to go home, he did the same. He mouthed a "Thank you!" as we got to the gate and motioned to his chest. I wasn't sure why he had done that.
"Hell." I thought." I should be thanking him. He gave me my first taste of the pleasures of Spring." What an incredible way to end a long winter. On the way home I thought about the motion he made pointing to his chest. I still wondered what he meant. My hand went instinctively to my chest and caught on my pocket. That was it! I put my hand in my pocket and found a contractor business card. He must have put it there when we were kissing. On it he had written, "I'm Ted. Call any time."
"Hot damn!" I thought. "I sure as hell will do just that. I'll call you Ted. Damn right, I will. I can't wait to meet my hot spring stud again!"