THE WAYS OF MEN
I had five sexual adventures this weekend. Five different aspects of male sexuality-the ways of men.
Friday: Tito
Tito, as in "petit". I noticed a petit, manicured young man in the gym locker room. He looked 25, so probably 35 because probably gay. And didn't particularly notice me. Out of his age range, I figured. Well-kept body, smooth and hard. Light beard, carefully trimmed, like a manicured garden lawn.
I lay down in the steam room. He walked in and sat down. Gave me a few quick but intense glances. He noticed everything in an instant, including my cock, thick and soft under the towel, and my hand touching it lightly through the towel. Guys came in and out. No one very interesting, but he gave each his calculating glance. One guy, young but loose-bodied, was obviously hunting. He got a bit more attention than a glance, but not much more. The hunter soon moved on to the sauna, hoping for greener pastures. Later I saw him leave, just after another guy whom I had seen playing around before. So Hunter had gotten what the wanted.
But I hadn't. Eventually it was just Tito and I in the steam room. Resigned to me, Tito started fondling himself. So did I. Towels came off and we were soon jerking together.
Now: in my imagination, petit guy are well-hung, big thick cock on a small frame, hanging soft and looking huge in that contex. Sounds good, right? Well, Tito did not disappoint. Off came the towel, to show a thick, uncut cock about 8" long and fulfilling all my fantasies. Tito was semi-hard, and it had enough length to arch in an erotic droop away from his body when he wasn't supporting the tip.
But soon he was harder than that, and so was I. Time to act. I was mesmerized by the big cock on the small man, and moved over to sit next to him. I put my hand on his upper thigh, to test out the welcome. He was pleased, and actually matched my movement with his other hand on his other thigh-without missing a stroke. Encouraged, I took his cock in my hand. Thrilling. It felt heavy. The slight droop had returned, and I stroked the length of it with my fingers. Then I bunched up the foreskin at his dickhead, and used it to stimulate the head, hard and soft at the same time. He loved that, and thrust out his hips in gratitude.
But no reciprocation. I gently took his hand and placed it on my rock hard penis. He obligingly but unenthusiastically stroked. He clearly wanted to be admired, not to admire in return. I don't like this, but have a standard way to try to work out a relationship.
First I took his cock in my mouth, continuing with my lips the actions I had been performing with my fingers. And more. My fingers couldn't flick the slit like my tongue could. My fingers couldn't reach under the hood and lick at the hot spots like my tongue could, while my upper lip kept sliding that foreskin back and forth on the head. And my fingers couldn't quite slide up and down his pulsing cum vein, the way my pursed lips could. But still, no reciprocation.
"Stand up," I whispered. He did. I felt his hard yet slim body with both hand, pulling on his nipples gently, feeling his tight abs, squeezin his hard glutes. Beautiful body. But he didn't reach behind to feel mine, to grope mine, to admire mine. I went back to sucking his cock, and stroked his balls with one hand. That hand traveled back, tracing his cum vein to where it plunged deep into his body. Then to his asshole, a finger drumming on it while I sucked his cock. And a finger entering him, feeling him loosen up and admit entry.
But he still just stood there, no reciprocation. And when someone approached, we broke apart. Someone did not come in, and we could have gotten back to the sex. But Tito didn't want what I was offering. He went and took a shower, and didn't return.
Well, I sighed to myself, we both felt a bit exploited in that encounter. It wasn't a match. But I followed the road as far as I could, and we both got some enjoyment out of it. We made the best of the situation, silently and amicably. The way of men.
Sunday: Feeling horned, I went to one gym, then another. No one around to play with. I nodded to a guy in the steam room. He had Asian or Latin features, so I call he Roberto. Nice, if not toned, body. Then I saw him in the sauna and saw that he was looking. His towel was provocatively open, showing a fat uncut cock. Not the stereotypical Asian cock, but so much for stereotypes. He started talking to me.
"Do you like to fuck?" He asked. "I love to fuck." "Do you have a place to go? "No. do you?" "No."
So we sat there, staring and fondling ourselves, until someone came in a interrupted us.
I went to work out, and came back. Found him sitting in the sauna. Another guy was there, apparently not interested. And Roberto was not sending him signals. So I went into the steam room, hoping that Roberto would follow. I liked the look of his thick uncut cock, even soft. Well, Roberto never followed, and I went out to take a cooling shower. When I came back in the steam room, there was Roberto, with the other guy. They were sitting apart and not looking at each other. Nor at me. I sat there for a minute, when it dawned on me that my presence was not welcome.
Oh.
So I went into the sauna, leaving them in the steam room alone. Five minutes later, one emerged, then the other, and it was clear that they had been fooling around. But the signals had been well concelaed from me. The ways of men.
Sunday, again: No one to play with, so I went home. And very fortuitously my fuckbud James called. He's in town, can we meet? Well, I really had no time, but I couldn't say no-both for his needs and for mine. So I visited him in his hotel room for two hours.
But the story pulls a cover over this one. James is too good a friend, more than a fuck bud, and I'm not willing to share all the delights we experienced with each other. The ways of men.
Monday: Woke up horned again, and aimed for the gym at 8 AM, where I have a few regular morning playmates. But I got held up by an early-morning phone call, so didn't arrive until 8:20. "Too late," I thought, "I'll have to see who else is around."
Wrong. As I went into the shower, there was Jan, coming out. Now I don't know Jan's name, but he has a very slight accent that I imagine is Dutch. Nice body, but he doesn't work out. Mine is harder. And probably 20 years older. We have fooled around in the steam room a few times. He does yoga there, so I can recognize it's him even in the thickest steam. Today, he clearly noticed me. Was he rushing off to work?
I took a seat in the sauna, where I had a clear view of the shower area. Jan came in and started toweling off. He let his towel fall open so I could see that he was semi-hard. He has a nice cock, but usually doesn't get more than semi-hard. Enough for me. I opened my towel, a bit aggressively, and smiled at him. He smiled back. I wasn't sure if it was simply acknowledgment before he ran off to work or a real invitation.
But I soon found out. Jan left and slipped into the steam room, nodding for me to follow. I did. He was standing on the bench, fully nude. I sat down in front him and started sucking his cock. I owed him that-the last time we had met he had done all the work. I gave him an incredible blow job, and he knew it. Took it down to the root, flicked the cleft, the ridge, the slit. The works.
And he stayed half-hard. Fine with me. At some point I got off him, and he took the initiative. He's clearly a natural bottom. I was rock-hard by then and he took it down to the balls in one smooth motion of his head and body. And wouldn't let go. Sucked and sucked like it was the last dick on earth. I fondled his ass crack. His glutes are round and soft. I was sure he wanted this. But more than anything else he wanted to suck my cock. He was jerking his own furiously. Now he was hard. He pulled off of me and continued to jerk, sitting down. I joined him, my hand where his mouth had just been.
I looked at him, he looked at me, and pretty soon his fact contorted. I would have thought he was in pain if I didn't know he was jerking so furiously. His face hardened, then his mouth opened in a silent scream. He had come, his hand hiding his organ from me. But the expression on his face made everything clear. Two minutes later I shot big. Spurted 3 feet, my cock aching with the effort. We kissed briefly and he left. He had to get to work, and we both knew it. But we both needed this release, and we both knew it. The ways of men.
Later Monday morning: I went upstairs and worked out, then hung out in the sauna again. Saw guys enter and leave the steam room. Nothing attractive, nothing seductive. And I was still getting over my climax with Jan, even after a 45 minute workout.
So I went to get some water, and figured I'd relax in the steam room a bit, then leave for home. But there was Leo in the steam room. Legs spread, cock thick. I had seen Leo before, but we had never interacted sexually . An older guy, with a mane of salt-and-pepper hair. Not really in good shape. Slight paunch in front, slight sag in back. But a nice cock, 5" thick. Turned me on. So I sat next to him, legs spread, cock thick.
Leo must've seen me before, and craved me before. He was immediately sucking my cock, which was immediately hard in his mouth. Took the whole 7" length down-most guys have trouble-and kept it down. Terrific and inspired blowjob.
And his hands moved up and down my body. I'm probably older than he, and in much better shape. Contoured abs and well-formed pecs. "You feel so good," he said. I said that he felt good too and thanked him. Just that comment was enough to make my day. Then he went back to sucking my cock.
I reached down and fondled his nice loose ball sack, then his cock. It was about 5", hard and perfectly formed. It was drooling, and I used the precum as lube. It pulsed and wept in my hand. And his mouth wouldn't stop on mine. He made love to my penis in deep, long strokes, and kept me hard for 20 minutes before I came, then he came.
I thought to myself, "My cup runneth over."
We took showers and toweled off, eyes locked. He air-kissed me, and we went our ways. The ways of men.