There was a presence by my side, pushing down. I glanced over to see a heavy, hairy guy somewhere north of fifty. He was stroking maybe five inches quickly as he moved in front of me.
It was right in front of my face. Fat and fleshy, surrounded by a thick tuft of hair, fat balls below, “Open your mouth.” I did as commanded.
He took a half step forward and shoved himself in my mouth, my forehead against his stomach. His hands went down to my ears as he pumped himself into my face.
Tasting like the provided soap in the shower smelled, his movements were frantic. My nose crashed into his pubes and the chubby groin behind. My forehead slapped against his belly. His balls flew into my chin.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck.” He said as he wheezed lightly. The hard core of his prick pressing against my lips as I rolled the thick outer layer of him against the tight ring and suction.
He pressed in hard one last time, blocking my nostrils as I held my breath. Unlike the younger man, his cum didn’t spurt out but instead oozed down from his slit onto my waiting tongue.
It was saltier, more antiseptic. It wasn’t as thick and it coated my tongue easier. I still enjoyed it.
A couple of bodily convulsions and he pulled out. He took himself in hand and soaked my neck, chest and abdomen with a hot, pungent stream.
He finished painting my torso no more than 30 seconds later. “That’s fuckin hot!” He grumbled loudly.
Now I could stand up. The young football player leaned in close, “Can you come back to my room in…like 30.” He said quietly as the older man walked away. I just nodded.
I took an intensive shower. The last thing on my tongue was cum, so I didn’t rinse my mouth out. I wanted to remember this for a little bit.
My impression of the second guy wasn’t that he was into watersports, but that it was an opportunity to try something. The wedding ring on his finger and his movements gave me the idea he’d been a bit desperate.
A few minutes spent in the steam room, then back into the shower, then up to my room again. Idly I played with my hardon, wondering what he was up to next.
Just a bit over half an hour later I knocked on his door. He opened it again with the same smile on his face, “Come on in.”
I took a few paces past him and turned in time for him to put his hands on my shoulders and guide me down.
“Just suck me. Just for a couple seconds. Fuck dude, you got me hard.” He said under his breath, trying to be quiet. You could clearly hear the slapping of flesh coming from somewhere else in the area, but if he wanted discretion….
He still tasted like cum. It was delightful. He was also rock hard, so my work wasn’t much more than cursory.
True to his word, no more than fifteen seconds went by before he pulled me up and turned me around, “Think you…do you think I can fuck you?” He asked, an ulterior tone in his voice.
“Just tell me, man. You want to piss inside me. I told you I was into stuff, just be open.” I grinned, putting my hands on the vinyl covered mattress.
“You’re a little too short. Kneel on it?” I complied, “holy shit! You shave your asshole?”
I laughed, “I actually have a volunteer for that.” Before Mel got me lasered clean, she’d regularly shave me in the shower. I’d reciprocate.
The feeling of lube on my ass was cool and welcome. He followed with a finger, “I’m ready, you can go ahead in.” Like I said, I’d prepped before I left the house.
His knob pushed towards me and I felt him spread my ring with little difficulty. He exhaled with a groan, “Tight. Tight man.” I’m glad he felt my exercising on him.
He quivered bodily as he pushed inside over the course of a handful of thrusts. When I felt his muscled body touch mine it sent a shiver through me.
I expected one or two proper thrusts. Instead I felt him go rigid, felt him stiffen and swell inside me and a pressure started building.
Quietly he urged, “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck this feels so fuckin good! Oh Jesus Christ!”
It was a comfortable pressure that I enjoyed thoroughly. His bladder kept unloading inside me for what felt like long minutes, his prick hosing my insides.
“Just…oh God man! It feels…so good! I’m gonna cum, I swear.” He groaned under his breath.
When I felt the pressure of his bladder die down, he moved once, then twice before I felt him swell and deflate inside me. His hands went to my hips and pulled me into him hard enough it felt like he wanted to wear me on his cock like a trophy.
In reality, he’d spent a total of five minutes inside me if you combined mouth and ass. I was…baffled. It seemed like he’d been ready to go for however long. I wasn’t upset, just interested.
He didn’t pull out immediately and I looked over my shoulder, “This turns you on, hey?” I wiggled my ass slightly and he inhaled between his teeth.
A single genuine laugh came out of his chest. “Dude, you wouldn’t believe it. Like…I’ve never done this. Ever. I’ve been wanting it forever but never got to get with someone who’d…let me.”
“Normally I’m…like…I don’t screw around with…guys. But I was talking to this dude in Virginia that’s way into it. He said if I really wanted to do something I should look at guys.” He sighed, “that was two years ago. I finally got the nerve, saw you and was like, fuck it.”
“I could practically get off just from the thought, you know? It was driving me nuts so…thank you.” He pulled out of me slowly.
“Thank you. If you ever want to get together again, get in touch.” I had him put my number and email in his phone.
I didn’t hear from him for better than a month, when we met up at the bathhouse again. After that it was almost every two weeks for better than a year.
It was a blast watching him play on TV.