I posted this story a few years ago at another website, one that makes horny guys, uh, squirt their cum. It's a true story, and I'll condense it and repost it here.
My wife and I had the opportunity to slip away to our favorite Florida beach resort for a long holiday weekend. It wasn’t intended to be a romantic getaway -- instead, we really looked at it as a chance to just do something different. For me, that meant a lot of hours on the beach and at the pool, usually with a frosty beverage. For her, that meant a few hours on the beach but just as many hitting the nearby shopping district. One day around noon, she was eager to get away, so I handed her the car keys and told her to go have fun while I roasted on the sand.
After a few hours on the beach, I figured maybe some time in the men’s steam room would be relaxing. When I got there, two other guys were already inside. To my left was an older guy, maybe in his late 50s or early 60s. To my right was a younger guy in his late 30s or early 40s, and I had seen him on the beach throwing a Frisbee with his kids while his rather attractive, surgically enhanced blonde wife caught a few rays. (I definitely remembered her.)
It was a fairly small sauna, with room for about four people, so I didn’t have much choice but to sit between them. As is the custom, we were naked. The older guy was rather attractive, but he didn’t seem to be aware of anyone else in the sauna, keeping his eyes closed and his hands folded behind his head. The younger guy and I made eye contact -- he seemed to recognize me from the beach -- and I couldn’t help noticing his cock was half erect.
I tossed my towel onto the rack and took a seat near him, my cock pointing skyward. He smiled, raised an eyebrow, and said, “Happy to be here?” I chuckled and said I was just happy to be out of the sun, then added, “What’s your excuse?” He looked down at his own half-hard cock and said, “I guess I’m happy to be here, too.” We both laughed.
Our conversation apparently woke up the older guy and he decided to head out, leaving the two of us alone in the steam room. That gave me time to quietly take in the scenery. He had a swimmer’s build and a buzz cut – military, maybe? – with a light dusting of brown hair on his chest, arms and legs. A swimsuit tan line, but tanned everywhere else. Silver wedding band and a silver necklace. And a trimmed bush and shaved balls.
I’m your average, ordinary, middle-America husband – 39 years old, short brown hair, hazel eyes, 6-foot-1, 260 (I played offensive tackle for my college football team and never really lost the build), with the standard 6 inches, trimmed bush and shaved balls.
I don’t know whether seeing my erect cock was the catalyst or whether it was something else, but it wasn’t long before my new friend was engorged to a full 7 inches. I played it cool, leaning back against the bench with my eyes half shut, not paying much attention to his situation -- or at least not making it obvious that I was. He just sat back, staring straight ahead, occasionally giving his cock a rub or tugging his tight balls. But I did notice that his tugs and adjustments were becoming more and more frequent.
After a few minutes, I decided to call him on it. “You look a little bit happier right now,” I joked.
“What do you mean?” he answered. I pointed at his cock. “Looks like you could use some help with that.”
“I wish,” he said. “But my wife …”
I don’t know why I felt so bold – maybe it was all those frosty beverages from the cabana – but before he could finish his thought, I was already leaning in, wrapping my lips around his hard cock and bobbing my head up and down in his lap. He exhaled loudly and leaned back against the bench. Neither of us was worried about being caught in the act, because the outer door to the steam room was rather loud, and we’d have plenty of time to straighten up if anyone approached, so we settled in.
It started with him spreading his legs wide open, with me kneeling on the floor. I wrapped my left hand around the base of his cock, my wedding band gleaming in the light, while he slowly bucked his hips to fuck my mouth. I cradled his balls with my right hand while he placed both of his hands on top of my head.
He smelled clean, like fresh soap, so I could have done this all day long. Still, I knew I needed to hurry – we were pretty safe, but I didn’t want anything to interrupt us – so I turned to my favorite trick. After another minute or two, I let him pop out of my mouth. I kept jacking him while I traced my tongue down to his balls, underneath his sac and slipped it between his ass cheeks.
“Oh, fuckin’ A, yes!” he whispered, then scooted forward on the bench and lifted his left leg to give me better access to his hole.
My married friend knew instinctively how to position himself for easy entry into his tight butt, and I obliged by aggressively tongue-fucking his ass and wiggling my right index finger inside. I was jerking his cock with my left hand, but he was ready for more. He grabbed his cock and started furiously jacking away.
With my left hand now free, I took that as my chance to do the same thing. Keeping my face buried in his ass, I shifted to a position where I was able to straddle his right leg and stroke my cock while letting my balls rub against his toes. Among other things, I have a huge foot fetish – women’s feet – but I’d never indulged it with a guy. Even so, I was humping his leg like crazy while giving him the best rim job I’ve ever given, my tongue lashing his sweet hole and licking his balls as he pounded his own cock and rested his left foot on my shoulder.
Still tongue-fucking his ass, I reached up with my right hand and grabbed his left ankle firmly. Somehow, this seemed to do it for him. He pulled my head up to his cock and placed it squarely on my lips. Two fast strokes later, he was shooting a huge load all over my face and on his nicely tanned, lightly hairy belly. That did it for me … nothing trips my trigger more than seeing someone else have an orgasm, and, while still holding his left ankle with my right hand, I stood up, placed his left foot under my balls and jerked a wad of cum all over his lower leg.
From start to finish, we were done in less than five minutes.
I wish I could say there was a repeat encounter during our stay, but the opportunity never presented itself. We made eye contact a few times on the beach, and nodded and smiled, but the circumstances never worked out.
