A few years back, I spent several nights in Chicago as a break from an Amtrak trundle by rail following a cruise from Southampton to Brooklyn, NY, chosen because of a northern itinerary calling at Bergen in Norway, then Shetland, and especially three stops in Iceland.
By the time I reached the Windy City, I’d been away from home for over three weeks, and hadn’t hooked up for man-to-man fun. My left hand was being overworked. On the last afternoon, I wandered up North Halstead through Boystown and spotted The Steamworks across the street. Why not?
On checking in, for some reason the logic of the room-number layout didn’t click in. After two attempts to find mine, a young Black guy who had eyed me as I got buzzed into the club sidled up with a grin on his face.
“You look lost.”
“Hi. Yeah. Where’s this number?”
“That’s up those steps on the other side. I’ll show you.”
The rooms seemed to be grouped rather in sequence.
“See. You’re home. Need a hand losing your clothes?”
I laughed, “That’s a new line.”
I unlocked the door and stepped inside, turning around to see he hadn’t moved, still with the broad grin. The usual routine at The Tubs is to strip, shower, then go prowling. He was, to spout an over-used word, cute... though mebbe a bit short compared to my six feet.
“The offer’s there. Anything to help anyone who can’t find a room number.”
“Come in, but I wanna hit the showers A-SAP.”
“Kewl,” was the response as he zipped in and slammed the door.
I pulled my jacket off, but he objected.
“You’re doing my job!”
Hands went down to my jeans, speedily popped the waistband open, loosened my sports shirt, unbuttoned that and eased it off, hanging it over a hook beside the jacket on the wall. Fingers fumbled with the jeans’ button fly... the 501’s were fairly new so the holes were still tight.
“Jeez. Oh, lookee here. Jus’ as I thought. A tighty-whitey guy... you semi-preppies are sooo predictable.”
The grin was even bigger.
“’Zat a problem?”
“Nope. Not so far...”
He dropped to his knees, hauling on the jeans, and wrangled them over my feet. The personal attention was hitting home in my mind and, damn, I was hoisting wood.
“At least I like your choice of briefs... they’re real Jockeys,” he commented before somehow zapping them down to my feet in a single move, lifting my feet and throwing the Classics on the narrow bed.
“Aw, fuck. Your dick wanted to get out for some fresh air, huh? I think we’ve found the problem!”
He stood up, and I made a grab to feel under the towel he had wrapped around his waist.
“Uh-oh. No, you don’t. I’m jus’ your undresser.”
I must have looked disappointed as he added, “There’s the rest of the afternoon and all evening still. Time for your shower or two. Bye.”
And he took off out the door.
I walked down some stairs for a long soapy shower, and then headed into the steam room which had doors at either end... traffic through wasn’t particularly busy... but it was a Wednesday afternoon. I held out as long as possible with the heat before a quick cool rinse.
The huge, cleverly-shaped jacuzzi with little semi-hidden side alleys looked like fun, even if no one else was in it. Judging by the prowling, there might have been just a dozen or so dudes roaming the wet area so I enjoyed a solo soak. Again, heat got to me... I showered longer, soaping you-know-where front and rear, while a fit mebbe mid-50’s guy stood naked against a wall opposite and idly jacked his cock, watching. Normally, he’d have been “my type” but somehow I felt like chilling and my junk didn’t respond. He gave up.
After towelling off, I wandered back to my room, thinking I’d just rest and check for fun a bit later. As I turned the key in the lock, I was sort of startled by a voice right close behind.
“How’s my favourite tighty-whitey Whitey doin’!”
“Fuck. Where’d you spring from?”
“Aw, no need to be scared of me. You want some company?”
The big grin came along with a chuckle for company. He w-a-s attractive... and sexy... but, um, really young.
“Yeah, chat might be nice.”
He closed the door and dropped his towel in one move. Oh fuck... he was wearing some basic Calvin Klein briefs, the bulgy sack perfectly shaped with a soft cock nestling and the home of two nuts sitting in place below.
“You had that planned!” I said.
“Yeah, well...”
He yanked my towel off before grabbing my briefs from the bunk.
“Put ‘em back on.”
I obeyed and we settled onto the mattress, silent at first. Without any particular trigger, I boned ‘cept my dick got trapped in the inside flap of the opening. He reached over, pulling the Y-seam away to give it room to stretch. My hand found his mound and while fingering the shape could feel his shaft fill up as well.
More silence... until he asked where I was from (Vancouver), where I’d been (the cruise), why I was taking Amtrak all that way (I like rail travel), and whether I had a BF.
“Yeah, a steady fuck-buddy but we play with others, promising to be safe. We don’t live together though we’re moving closer to it. Talking about encounters heats up our games. He hasn’t admitted to extra action in months, and I only strayed a half dozen times over this summer, mostly shared jackoffs along plus a couple of anonymous blows while cruising. I’m missing him.”
He said he was in third year of college... lived at home... and didn’t have a BF though he’d like one.
“That’ll happen, and when you least expect it,” I added.
“When was the last time you were with a guy then?”
“With him the day I left. He drove me to the airport for early-evening check-in after finishing his work shift mid-afternoon. We found a quiet spot beside a side road in pissing rain, and somehow managed to give each other two cums in the steamed-up car.”
“How?”
“First, each sucking. Second round, jack wherever jizz landed. My Jockeys dried starchy with his spunk for the flight to London!”
All the while we’d been idly feeling up anything in reach, mostly exploring inside briefs. I was surprised how open the CK gap was, considering his pair fitted kinda snug, and was enjoying contact with the wiry close-curled pubes around the bend. After thrusting a hand inside my waistband, he’d obviously become fascinated by the mushroom head on my narrower stalk, running a finger round and round under the corona, and hitting close to my trigger point each time. Arousal was turning towards insistent need.
“Let’s go to my room. The bed’s bigger and we can fool around easier.”
I started to fasten my towel...
“Nah, you gotta do some advertising. You’re a hot fucker in those.”
We headed through the corridor maze to the far area of rooms – I still couldn’t see rhyme or reason to the numbers – and passed the 50’s guy who’d watched me in the shower earlier.
His bed was bigger. And I spotted a couple of pairs of CK’s hanging on a hook; hmm, he travels with a backup supply.
“I’d like you to fuck me with your pole out the hole. Please?”
“Jeez, that wuz fast; you don’t play games! Um, anal isn’t usually my thing – I’m more a lollipop boy -- and I won’t poke you bare, only with a rubber.”
“No problem. You’re up for action and I wannit in my butt. Jockeys are great but the hole pushes a guy’s pole off to the right. Those Calvins on the hook are a bigger size than mine and the double flap is easier.”
I’d sat on the edge of the double bunk so I stood up and dropped the J’s.
“Jeez, look at those fucking big nuts!”
“Don’t do anything different though my drive is prolly higher than a lot of guys... extra testosterone, and all that.”
He grabbed a pair of CK’s off the hook, and spread the waist to help me step in.
“Poke it through but keep your balls inside.”
Then a surprise: he reached for the other pair on the hook. What’s happening? He yanked his original briefs down, exposing a bullet-shaped uncut cock with a thick frenum leading towards his slit, and the foreskin already back behind the ridge.
“Why are you switching?”
He flapped the extras out and fisted in the seat; they’d been doctored with a carefully stitched hole.
“That’s... um... I dunno...”
Once he’d hauled them on, he followed my move to poke his dick through the piss opening, the pressure causing a thin string of pre to goop, stretch, and drip onto the floor. Several condom packages were lying on the shelf away from the door plus a bottle of JO H2O. Picking one up, he ripped the corner and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Stand in front of me and I’ll get you covered. Oh... you’re juicy wet.”
With the reservoir pinched, the tube unrolled easily though the sensation made me moan and push towards him.
“Down, boy!”
“You’d better slop plenty of that lube on it.”
He gooped a lot out and made sure my rubbered stiffie was sloppy before adding a bit more.
“It’s your call from here. You flat on your face?” I asked?
“Don’t care. I jus’ wanna feel us close together and that big knob inside.”
He flopped on his stomach, legs apart... and I clambered into position. The challenge to find my cock’s new home wasn’t difficult. He humped up slightly as my cockhead grazed his butt cheeks, the gap in the CK’s matched my instinct for his asshole, and with only slight pressure the head slid in easily with the lube’s help.
His sphincter grabbed behind my corona. Fuck, I hadn’t screwed a guy in years – buddy boy at home had never let me in though he occasionally (and unplanned) slipped inside me during our play. Bare is No Big Deal with BF.
“Oh. Fucking great. Please... take it slow. I don’t mean ‘coz it hurts... jus’ last a l-o-n-g time.”
Only a few thrusts later even with the rubber deadening some sensation, I grunted, “I’m close.”
“No. Hold it... bury it deeper.”
That helped dull the urge from my trigger but extra stimulation down my pole at the gathered cotton ring of the hole in his briefs, and the flap opening in the borrowed CK’s I had on, plus movement in the fabric covering my butt was sensory overload. I waited for the peak to ease away... tried again... the urge to finish rose too quickly once more.
He obviously wasn’t happy either.
“Flip you on your back, and I’ll sit on you. Your dick’s angle tight to your stomach isn’t punching my prostate bulb.”
I pulled out, turned around, and sprawled on my back. He squatted facing me and guided what he wanted back into his butt – the view of my rod disappearing and again feeling the warmth inside was incredible, though my cock didn’t like the tension of being forced outwards. Still, the slight discomfort was offset by less rubbing for my trigger point.
For him, it was the reverse. He was in control, moving at his pace, and my dick’s topside was obviously scraping more firmly against his prostate. Each time he rose up my shaft, he flinched and grimaced but from pleasure. He settled into a slow smooth rhythm and I answered by bucking my hips as he lifted up and led by lowering as he came down.
For a while, I lost all inclination to climax till suddenly the urge to head for home hit!
“Fuck. Stop... NOW.”
He grinned, “You just twitched inside me.”
We picked up the rhythm again, and next it was his turn.
“Oh, oh... don’t move. Steady.”
His cock slit staring me in the face all this time through his CK pisshole had been stringing out pre. This time though a small pulse of Cowper’s juice jumped clear, landing in my pubes.
“You almost cum?” I asked.
“Not that close, but my prostate kicked. You didn’t feel that?
“Nope.”
He started moving again, a little more insistently, withdrawing higher and not taking me as deep, barely holding my knob inside the sphincter. I guessed it was the prostate stimulation he wanted, but contact close to his sphincter was delivering marvellous feelings from my trigger point.
“You’re winding me up close to the end,” I warned.
“Mmm... mmm. Hold out a bit longer. I’m riding a peak just below cumming... your knob is driving me crazy.”
A half dozen moves later, and he flinched.
“I’m there... gonna fucking shoot. Can you do it with me?”
On one last uplift, he paused, swore about not wanting cum, and his asshole pulsed. He took me deep inside, literally sitting on me, butt cheeks on thighs. I could feel a grabbing on my shaft and went into my own climax: the split second of orgasm, the wave of pleasure when there’s no need for stimulation, before the muscle contractions deliver a load.
A small spurt of his cum landed my chest. Then while I was aware of my own dick unloading into the condom, two long arches of white spouted like a fountain, laying a pair of trails well beyond my belly button, and leftover spurts below. With the way he’d squatted and now settled, the internal erection along his perineum was resting on the flesh near my pubes and I was treated to the pulses powering his ejaculation... sensory overload!
He was panting... I was impaled with his full weight.
I don’t think either of us got vocal during the twin cums, though at one stage I remember seeing his cheeks puffed out, his eyes closed, and hearing him let go a soft ‘pffff’ through his lips.
We remained in the final position for a couple of minutes; I had full view as he softened remarkably soon and really quickly, his dick’s shrinkage squeezing leftover seed out the slit. He lifted up into a crouch, and my cock had no choice but to pull free from his hole and the doctored circle of the CK’s.
“Fuck, you’re still hard! I know you came -- the tip is full to prove it.”
“Yeah, it takes a while for me to shrivel especially if I’ve enjoyed a good cum.”
I reached for his arms and pulled him down onto me... our mouths meeting and tongues searching... before he slid onto his side but pressing close. We stayed like that, sometimes talking some more, mostly just enjoying the touch of each other’s body. I had no idea for how long we’d cuddled, and wondered about what time it was.
“I’m glad you didn’t take off like a... I dunno... after we finished. A lot of guys do that – shoot and leave. You were kewl.”
“Well, thanks for being my undresser and other things. I’ve gotta head away. How ‘bout we both clean up and I’ll buy you dinner?”
“Hmm, nah, that’s a fantastic offer but I’m gonna hang out here till later.”
“Well, you’ve still got two more undressing jobs. The rubber has to come off.”
“And the other?”
“I’m wearing your CK’s.”
I stood up and he rolled the condom up the not exactly soft shaft, pulling it off the head without too much leakage. The sensation caused me to stiffen fully so my effort to stuff the erect pole back inside the briefs wasn’t easy.
“Jeez, you’re hard again.”
But he pulled the underwear down and over my feet... I grabbed my Jockeys and hauled them in place, looking for my towel till I remembered we’d walked from my room. He grabbed me in a tight hug with just a quick lips-to-lips touch, and the grin.
Back in my room, I dumped the Jockeys and tied the towel loosely ‘round my waist, and headed for the showers. I’d barely moved out into the corridor near my room when the 50’s shower-watcher approached. His hand pounced on the slight bump from my junk.
“You had fun with the young guy?”
“Well, everything grew and nature worked,” I grinned.
“How many times?”
“Ah, jeez, that’s personal...”
“You want a quickie blow?” he asked, kneading the lump under the towel. “I can feel you hoisting.”
“Right now frankly, I have to piss. And I need a shower.”
He followed into the wet area, eyeing me while I hooked the towel in the row by the showers. I’d gone rigid from his attention and at the openness of his approach. He even stood close at the urinals.
“This isn’t gonna work. I’ll spray up the wall.”
“Do it in the shower.”
Why not; no one else was around. In full view, I turned on a shower head, and moved towards the drain where I could mix my pee with the runoff, relaxed, and let go.
He’d tossed his own towel on a hook by then, and was obviously even more aroused than earlier. I showered thoroughly, soaping up my junk twice and rinsed off.
“Let’s go into the jacuzzi to the side with the small seat.”
It had three steps: if you sat on the bottom, the water level was mid-chest; the one above was barely above the water; the top was an alcove with walls, that level being the floor in other areas.
“Sit on the middle so you’re mostly out of the water, and spread...”
He was down on my dick even before I was settled. He knew how to suck... nothing frantic but insistent tongue-action against the top third of my pole.
“I’ll feed you right now if you don’t ease off.”
“You sure you came with the young dude? Shit, you’re a handsome fucker with a perfect suckable dick. That knob does it for me,” he said, though he kept me in his mouth during the pause.
Only seconds passed into the second attempt, and I yelled.
“Aw, man. I’m gonna pump onto your tongue NOW.”
With the first ejac, he stopped teasing... that’s my favourite approach for a quickie... firing off in auto mode for the rest.
“Hmmmph,” was his response. I think the volume of jizz caught him off guard.
“Man, you sure delivered.”
“You want a blow too?” I asked.
He laughed, “Too late, I came even before you did, under water. I’m glad you let me have my fun – I was fucking turned on watching you earlier.”
Back in the shower, I managed a short, discrete pee to clear the pipes... soaped thoroughly and rinsed... dried off... and was dressed in my room and out onto the street in minutes.
A sex-cessful afternoon: I was basking in that still horny but satisfied state. I already knew I’d be masturbating to the memory that night.
By the time I reached the Windy City, I’d been away from home for over three weeks, and hadn’t hooked up for man-to-man fun. My left hand was being overworked. On the last afternoon, I wandered up North Halstead through Boystown and spotted The Steamworks across the street. Why not?
On checking in, for some reason the logic of the room-number layout didn’t click in. After two attempts to find mine, a young Black guy who had eyed me as I got buzzed into the club sidled up with a grin on his face.
“You look lost.”
“Hi. Yeah. Where’s this number?”
“That’s up those steps on the other side. I’ll show you.”
The rooms seemed to be grouped rather in sequence.
“See. You’re home. Need a hand losing your clothes?”
I laughed, “That’s a new line.”
I unlocked the door and stepped inside, turning around to see he hadn’t moved, still with the broad grin. The usual routine at The Tubs is to strip, shower, then go prowling. He was, to spout an over-used word, cute... though mebbe a bit short compared to my six feet.
“The offer’s there. Anything to help anyone who can’t find a room number.”
“Come in, but I wanna hit the showers A-SAP.”
“Kewl,” was the response as he zipped in and slammed the door.
I pulled my jacket off, but he objected.
“You’re doing my job!”
Hands went down to my jeans, speedily popped the waistband open, loosened my sports shirt, unbuttoned that and eased it off, hanging it over a hook beside the jacket on the wall. Fingers fumbled with the jeans’ button fly... the 501’s were fairly new so the holes were still tight.
“Jeez. Oh, lookee here. Jus’ as I thought. A tighty-whitey guy... you semi-preppies are sooo predictable.”
The grin was even bigger.
“’Zat a problem?”
“Nope. Not so far...”
He dropped to his knees, hauling on the jeans, and wrangled them over my feet. The personal attention was hitting home in my mind and, damn, I was hoisting wood.
“At least I like your choice of briefs... they’re real Jockeys,” he commented before somehow zapping them down to my feet in a single move, lifting my feet and throwing the Classics on the narrow bed.
“Aw, fuck. Your dick wanted to get out for some fresh air, huh? I think we’ve found the problem!”
He stood up, and I made a grab to feel under the towel he had wrapped around his waist.
“Uh-oh. No, you don’t. I’m jus’ your undresser.”
I must have looked disappointed as he added, “There’s the rest of the afternoon and all evening still. Time for your shower or two. Bye.”
And he took off out the door.
I walked down some stairs for a long soapy shower, and then headed into the steam room which had doors at either end... traffic through wasn’t particularly busy... but it was a Wednesday afternoon. I held out as long as possible with the heat before a quick cool rinse.
The huge, cleverly-shaped jacuzzi with little semi-hidden side alleys looked like fun, even if no one else was in it. Judging by the prowling, there might have been just a dozen or so dudes roaming the wet area so I enjoyed a solo soak. Again, heat got to me... I showered longer, soaping you-know-where front and rear, while a fit mebbe mid-50’s guy stood naked against a wall opposite and idly jacked his cock, watching. Normally, he’d have been “my type” but somehow I felt like chilling and my junk didn’t respond. He gave up.
After towelling off, I wandered back to my room, thinking I’d just rest and check for fun a bit later. As I turned the key in the lock, I was sort of startled by a voice right close behind.
“How’s my favourite tighty-whitey Whitey doin’!”
“Fuck. Where’d you spring from?”
“Aw, no need to be scared of me. You want some company?”
The big grin came along with a chuckle for company. He w-a-s attractive... and sexy... but, um, really young.
“Yeah, chat might be nice.”
He closed the door and dropped his towel in one move. Oh fuck... he was wearing some basic Calvin Klein briefs, the bulgy sack perfectly shaped with a soft cock nestling and the home of two nuts sitting in place below.
“You had that planned!” I said.
“Yeah, well...”
He yanked my towel off before grabbing my briefs from the bunk.
“Put ‘em back on.”
I obeyed and we settled onto the mattress, silent at first. Without any particular trigger, I boned ‘cept my dick got trapped in the inside flap of the opening. He reached over, pulling the Y-seam away to give it room to stretch. My hand found his mound and while fingering the shape could feel his shaft fill up as well.
More silence... until he asked where I was from (Vancouver), where I’d been (the cruise), why I was taking Amtrak all that way (I like rail travel), and whether I had a BF.
“Yeah, a steady fuck-buddy but we play with others, promising to be safe. We don’t live together though we’re moving closer to it. Talking about encounters heats up our games. He hasn’t admitted to extra action in months, and I only strayed a half dozen times over this summer, mostly shared jackoffs along plus a couple of anonymous blows while cruising. I’m missing him.”
He said he was in third year of college... lived at home... and didn’t have a BF though he’d like one.
“That’ll happen, and when you least expect it,” I added.
“When was the last time you were with a guy then?”
“With him the day I left. He drove me to the airport for early-evening check-in after finishing his work shift mid-afternoon. We found a quiet spot beside a side road in pissing rain, and somehow managed to give each other two cums in the steamed-up car.”
“How?”
“First, each sucking. Second round, jack wherever jizz landed. My Jockeys dried starchy with his spunk for the flight to London!”
All the while we’d been idly feeling up anything in reach, mostly exploring inside briefs. I was surprised how open the CK gap was, considering his pair fitted kinda snug, and was enjoying contact with the wiry close-curled pubes around the bend. After thrusting a hand inside my waistband, he’d obviously become fascinated by the mushroom head on my narrower stalk, running a finger round and round under the corona, and hitting close to my trigger point each time. Arousal was turning towards insistent need.
“Let’s go to my room. The bed’s bigger and we can fool around easier.”
I started to fasten my towel...
“Nah, you gotta do some advertising. You’re a hot fucker in those.”
We headed through the corridor maze to the far area of rooms – I still couldn’t see rhyme or reason to the numbers – and passed the 50’s guy who’d watched me in the shower earlier.
His bed was bigger. And I spotted a couple of pairs of CK’s hanging on a hook; hmm, he travels with a backup supply.
“I’d like you to fuck me with your pole out the hole. Please?”
“Jeez, that wuz fast; you don’t play games! Um, anal isn’t usually my thing – I’m more a lollipop boy -- and I won’t poke you bare, only with a rubber.”
“No problem. You’re up for action and I wannit in my butt. Jockeys are great but the hole pushes a guy’s pole off to the right. Those Calvins on the hook are a bigger size than mine and the double flap is easier.”
I’d sat on the edge of the double bunk so I stood up and dropped the J’s.
“Jeez, look at those fucking big nuts!”
“Don’t do anything different though my drive is prolly higher than a lot of guys... extra testosterone, and all that.”
He grabbed a pair of CK’s off the hook, and spread the waist to help me step in.
“Poke it through but keep your balls inside.”
Then a surprise: he reached for the other pair on the hook. What’s happening? He yanked his original briefs down, exposing a bullet-shaped uncut cock with a thick frenum leading towards his slit, and the foreskin already back behind the ridge.
“Why are you switching?”
He flapped the extras out and fisted in the seat; they’d been doctored with a carefully stitched hole.
“That’s... um... I dunno...”
Once he’d hauled them on, he followed my move to poke his dick through the piss opening, the pressure causing a thin string of pre to goop, stretch, and drip onto the floor. Several condom packages were lying on the shelf away from the door plus a bottle of JO H2O. Picking one up, he ripped the corner and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Stand in front of me and I’ll get you covered. Oh... you’re juicy wet.”
With the reservoir pinched, the tube unrolled easily though the sensation made me moan and push towards him.
“Down, boy!”
“You’d better slop plenty of that lube on it.”
He gooped a lot out and made sure my rubbered stiffie was sloppy before adding a bit more.
“It’s your call from here. You flat on your face?” I asked?
“Don’t care. I jus’ wanna feel us close together and that big knob inside.”
He flopped on his stomach, legs apart... and I clambered into position. The challenge to find my cock’s new home wasn’t difficult. He humped up slightly as my cockhead grazed his butt cheeks, the gap in the CK’s matched my instinct for his asshole, and with only slight pressure the head slid in easily with the lube’s help.
His sphincter grabbed behind my corona. Fuck, I hadn’t screwed a guy in years – buddy boy at home had never let me in though he occasionally (and unplanned) slipped inside me during our play. Bare is No Big Deal with BF.
“Oh. Fucking great. Please... take it slow. I don’t mean ‘coz it hurts... jus’ last a l-o-n-g time.”
Only a few thrusts later even with the rubber deadening some sensation, I grunted, “I’m close.”
“No. Hold it... bury it deeper.”
That helped dull the urge from my trigger but extra stimulation down my pole at the gathered cotton ring of the hole in his briefs, and the flap opening in the borrowed CK’s I had on, plus movement in the fabric covering my butt was sensory overload. I waited for the peak to ease away... tried again... the urge to finish rose too quickly once more.
He obviously wasn’t happy either.
“Flip you on your back, and I’ll sit on you. Your dick’s angle tight to your stomach isn’t punching my prostate bulb.”
I pulled out, turned around, and sprawled on my back. He squatted facing me and guided what he wanted back into his butt – the view of my rod disappearing and again feeling the warmth inside was incredible, though my cock didn’t like the tension of being forced outwards. Still, the slight discomfort was offset by less rubbing for my trigger point.
For him, it was the reverse. He was in control, moving at his pace, and my dick’s topside was obviously scraping more firmly against his prostate. Each time he rose up my shaft, he flinched and grimaced but from pleasure. He settled into a slow smooth rhythm and I answered by bucking my hips as he lifted up and led by lowering as he came down.
For a while, I lost all inclination to climax till suddenly the urge to head for home hit!
“Fuck. Stop... NOW.”
He grinned, “You just twitched inside me.”
We picked up the rhythm again, and next it was his turn.
“Oh, oh... don’t move. Steady.”
His cock slit staring me in the face all this time through his CK pisshole had been stringing out pre. This time though a small pulse of Cowper’s juice jumped clear, landing in my pubes.
“You almost cum?” I asked.
“Not that close, but my prostate kicked. You didn’t feel that?
“Nope.”
He started moving again, a little more insistently, withdrawing higher and not taking me as deep, barely holding my knob inside the sphincter. I guessed it was the prostate stimulation he wanted, but contact close to his sphincter was delivering marvellous feelings from my trigger point.
“You’re winding me up close to the end,” I warned.
“Mmm... mmm. Hold out a bit longer. I’m riding a peak just below cumming... your knob is driving me crazy.”
A half dozen moves later, and he flinched.
“I’m there... gonna fucking shoot. Can you do it with me?”
On one last uplift, he paused, swore about not wanting cum, and his asshole pulsed. He took me deep inside, literally sitting on me, butt cheeks on thighs. I could feel a grabbing on my shaft and went into my own climax: the split second of orgasm, the wave of pleasure when there’s no need for stimulation, before the muscle contractions deliver a load.
A small spurt of his cum landed my chest. Then while I was aware of my own dick unloading into the condom, two long arches of white spouted like a fountain, laying a pair of trails well beyond my belly button, and leftover spurts below. With the way he’d squatted and now settled, the internal erection along his perineum was resting on the flesh near my pubes and I was treated to the pulses powering his ejaculation... sensory overload!
He was panting... I was impaled with his full weight.
I don’t think either of us got vocal during the twin cums, though at one stage I remember seeing his cheeks puffed out, his eyes closed, and hearing him let go a soft ‘pffff’ through his lips.
We remained in the final position for a couple of minutes; I had full view as he softened remarkably soon and really quickly, his dick’s shrinkage squeezing leftover seed out the slit. He lifted up into a crouch, and my cock had no choice but to pull free from his hole and the doctored circle of the CK’s.
“Fuck, you’re still hard! I know you came -- the tip is full to prove it.”
“Yeah, it takes a while for me to shrivel especially if I’ve enjoyed a good cum.”
I reached for his arms and pulled him down onto me... our mouths meeting and tongues searching... before he slid onto his side but pressing close. We stayed like that, sometimes talking some more, mostly just enjoying the touch of each other’s body. I had no idea for how long we’d cuddled, and wondered about what time it was.
“I’m glad you didn’t take off like a... I dunno... after we finished. A lot of guys do that – shoot and leave. You were kewl.”
“Well, thanks for being my undresser and other things. I’ve gotta head away. How ‘bout we both clean up and I’ll buy you dinner?”
“Hmm, nah, that’s a fantastic offer but I’m gonna hang out here till later.”
“Well, you’ve still got two more undressing jobs. The rubber has to come off.”
“And the other?”
“I’m wearing your CK’s.”
I stood up and he rolled the condom up the not exactly soft shaft, pulling it off the head without too much leakage. The sensation caused me to stiffen fully so my effort to stuff the erect pole back inside the briefs wasn’t easy.
“Jeez, you’re hard again.”
But he pulled the underwear down and over my feet... I grabbed my Jockeys and hauled them in place, looking for my towel till I remembered we’d walked from my room. He grabbed me in a tight hug with just a quick lips-to-lips touch, and the grin.
Back in my room, I dumped the Jockeys and tied the towel loosely ‘round my waist, and headed for the showers. I’d barely moved out into the corridor near my room when the 50’s shower-watcher approached. His hand pounced on the slight bump from my junk.
“You had fun with the young guy?”
“Well, everything grew and nature worked,” I grinned.
“How many times?”
“Ah, jeez, that’s personal...”
“You want a quickie blow?” he asked, kneading the lump under the towel. “I can feel you hoisting.”
“Right now frankly, I have to piss. And I need a shower.”
He followed into the wet area, eyeing me while I hooked the towel in the row by the showers. I’d gone rigid from his attention and at the openness of his approach. He even stood close at the urinals.
“This isn’t gonna work. I’ll spray up the wall.”
“Do it in the shower.”
Why not; no one else was around. In full view, I turned on a shower head, and moved towards the drain where I could mix my pee with the runoff, relaxed, and let go.
He’d tossed his own towel on a hook by then, and was obviously even more aroused than earlier. I showered thoroughly, soaping up my junk twice and rinsed off.
“Let’s go into the jacuzzi to the side with the small seat.”
It had three steps: if you sat on the bottom, the water level was mid-chest; the one above was barely above the water; the top was an alcove with walls, that level being the floor in other areas.
“Sit on the middle so you’re mostly out of the water, and spread...”
He was down on my dick even before I was settled. He knew how to suck... nothing frantic but insistent tongue-action against the top third of my pole.
“I’ll feed you right now if you don’t ease off.”
“You sure you came with the young dude? Shit, you’re a handsome fucker with a perfect suckable dick. That knob does it for me,” he said, though he kept me in his mouth during the pause.
Only seconds passed into the second attempt, and I yelled.
“Aw, man. I’m gonna pump onto your tongue NOW.”
With the first ejac, he stopped teasing... that’s my favourite approach for a quickie... firing off in auto mode for the rest.
“Hmmmph,” was his response. I think the volume of jizz caught him off guard.
“Man, you sure delivered.”
“You want a blow too?” I asked.
He laughed, “Too late, I came even before you did, under water. I’m glad you let me have my fun – I was fucking turned on watching you earlier.”
Back in the shower, I managed a short, discrete pee to clear the pipes... soaped thoroughly and rinsed... dried off... and was dressed in my room and out onto the street in minutes.
A sex-cessful afternoon: I was basking in that still horny but satisfied state. I already knew I’d be masturbating to the memory that night.
