A gay sex story: Football and Watersports Pt. 03
Late in 2009 Melanie and I had settled into a pretty comfortable situation.
She had two regular guys, Cliff and Andrew. They were both in their early 20’s, both relatively virile.
Cliff was the younger, a sophomore at UW Milwaukee. He was one of the few black guys she’d ever hung out with, mostly due to lack of opportunity. He was around 5’5″ and pretty slender, with a cock around 6″ and relatively narrow. His big bonus was his stamina and his width let her enjoy anal with a bit less preparation.
Andrew worked at the architecture firm where Mel was interning while finishing out her degree. 24 years old, just about six feet and somewhat stocky, he had a thick prick some five and a half inches long. His lure was the danger of theoretically ‘getting caught’. He was married and cheating. Mel was married and he THOUGHT she was cheating. Their meetups were quick moments in a closet or a bathroom or the back of an SUV, raucous and virtually silent.
She also had a gal named Tanya. Also a student at UW, she was tall and leggy. She’d had a scholarship for cross country. Thin as a whip and enthusiastic about oral. Mel would get off a half dozen times before Tanya would even take her clothes off.
I was enjoying regular guys named Ryan and Dave.
Ryan was around 5’2″, kinda portly and fully top. His fat dick and huge balls could go at you several times in a row, fat globs of cum rolling across you, inside you. He was also a married guy but on the extreme downlow.
Dave was my height, 5’9″ and versatile orally, top anally. He was married to another gay man and there’d been a couple three-ways, his very bottom husband on my cock as I was on Dave’s thick 6.5″.
Mel and I also had a bi couple we’d occasionally hit up. Late 20’s with two kids, they’d call us up when the rugrats were off with Grandma. Laura and Rick weren’t as adventurous as we’d like, Rick not quite up to anal either way, Laura not quite into DP, it was mostly oral this way or that. Still fun, still get off, just not a lot of experimentation.
We still shopped around though. Mel and I had an extraordinary sex life just with each other, but our sexual energy was rarely depleted, regardless of how many times or partners in a day. We’d literally go until we collapsed.
One afternoon I was half paying attention to a hookup site, half watching ‘The Bridge on the River Kwai’ when a notification hit. I glanced at the chat window:
“Hey, I read your profile. I like your kink”
I replied, “Which? Group, public, watersports, gloryholes…”
A bit of a pause followed before he continued, “All, but mostly piss. You really into it or just casually.”
“I rarely turn down an opportunity.”
A longer pause this time, “You know where Midtown is?”
He was talking about Midtown Spa, a bathhouse close to the Milwaukee waterfront. Closed down several years ago, but pretty active while I lived up north, “Yeah”
“I’m here now. Want to come over for piss play?”
I considered it. I looked over at Mel, working diligently on prep for her finals. “Think I should go for some kinky stuff today?”
“Which?” She asked. I answered with the item, “I dunno. If you wanna. I’m going to hook up with Andrew later, so you’re gonna have to give me some attention after that. Don’t wear yourself out.” I doubted I would.
It took me less than ten minutes to get there. We lived relatively close and I’d been there infrequently. Enough to know the layout. He’d given me a room number so I asked for a room close by.
Once I’d undressed and wrapped my towel I went to the showers. It’s only polite to be freshly cleaned for a little fun.
Done, I went back up and knocked on his door.
It was opened by a monster. Easily 6’2″ and well north of 200, he had arms like branches and legs like trunks. Brown eyes and short brown hair. His prick wasn’t to scale but it was still generous. At least seven inches and a touch over average width, his erection poked his head through his foreskin just slightly. It displayed the entire purplish bulb as he stroked it. The entirety was nestled in a well-trimmed crotch of dense hair.
“You the pee guy?” He asked in a soft, relaxed timbre. I nodded. He took a step forward, turned and grabbed a small tube of lube and said, “follow me.”
We ended up in the shower area. “You suck it? Drink it?” He asked.
“Well, that potent morning stuff is kinda not my thing…” I started.
“I only drink water and protein shakes during the day, but on Sundays it’s just water. Gatorade yesterday at the game, now just water.” He replied.
“At the game?” I asked.
As I took him into my mouth he answered, “I play for Wisconsin. Figure if you’re a married guy I don’t have to worry about you blabbing anything.”
Any other married guy, maybe.
My first few explorations told me the geography of his cock. The head was imperceptibly laced with tiny contours, like worn down fingerprints. The extra skin over his length hid an internally hard shaft, riddled with hidden veins.
I began working on his generous prick but before I got too familiar, he swelled and filled my mouth with fluid. Any heavy urine taste was completely gone. One of my ‘prep’ things is to take a shot of my own, so it doesn’t surprise me. This guy’s was barely there at all.
Gulping most of the mouthful down I waited for more when he said, “Before you swallow the next one, could you swish it around in your mouth? After that I’m going to let go. Swallow what you can but let the rest come out of your mouth. Over my balls.”
He punctuated this with a squirt of fluid. I did as he asked, washing it around with my tongue, cheeks and suction.
His breath came in gasps, “Oh…oh fuck…that’s so good.. Fuck!” He grabbed the sides of my head and pulled me in. I took my hand and surrounded his base before he could hit my gag reflex.
“The…rest…the rest is…coming.” He said with those gasping shudders. True to his word I felt his urethra let go with a powerful spray into my mouth and throat. I felt myself instinctively begin swallowing the nearly tasteless fluid.
But there was no way I could get all of it. Tons began flowing down out of my lips and down my hand, cascading over his balls the way he’d asked.
I cast my eyes upwards to see him starting down, mouth open and panting. A light groan kept coming out with every exhale.
As soon as it trailed off, I took the remainder and swished around again. “Oh fuck man! Fuck man! I’m gonna cum!”
In only a second a thick fluid smacked into the back of my throat, nearly gagging me. A second and third fired out blindingly fast. All the same volume and consistency.
Unlike his piss, his semen was flavorful. Sweet, salty, tangy. I swallowed it with delight.
I lost count of how many viscous wads flew into my mouth. He came with such pressure and volume it was astonishing.
“Oh goddam!” He twitched as his load trailed off, then began a series of spasms, “Oh Jesus…sensitive.” He pulled out of my mouth quickly and stood back against the wall.
His stoic face was chuckling, relieved, delighted. “Glad I could help.” I smiled and started to stand.