When I got married after 9/11 I kept my house and moved into hers. I used my old home for my office and workshop, as a carpenter/contractor. While working on a project for a church close by I had to unload some materials at my workshop. There is a rooming house next door, in this urban area. I didn't know anyone at the rooming house at the time but had seen some younger guys coming and going. I thought one of them could help me. As I approached the house a young black man, twenty something, was coming out. I asked him if he wanted to make $20 in a minute's work? He hesitated a minute. o.k. He came over, helped me unload the truck and I paid him. He was a bit surprised he'd made $20 so fast and easy. I told him I occasionally needed help with my jobs. I'm a carpenter, I said. He said he had a job working afternoons but if it worked with his schedule he would help me out.
Over the next few months Ron helped me on projects both in my office and on the job. Several times I got the sense he was interested in sex. Nothing too overt, but some definite subtle signs my gut was very keen to. One day in January he was helping me work on a roof. While up there he through his belt to me and said it had broken. After we were down on the ground working he was standing in the room we were building with his pants hanging down below his ass, his boxers fully exposed. Sagging pants gone extreme. Seeing I was married at the time I refrained from making any comments, but I definitely got an erection. He was a nice looking guy, about 5/10", nice slim build, broad shoulders. He had a handsome face with nice eyes and lips, hair cropped short. He was a little goofy, maybe mostly immature. He worked out a few days a week, and though I had only seen his shirtless chest from a distance, the previous summer, I could tell he would be great looking naked. That same day we worked on the roof when driving home he started talking about the cartoon South Park, and got on the subject of salty chocolate balls. I didn't get it until too late, after he'd gone. He was talking about HIS salty chocolate balls. He was a real horndog that day, and if I hadn't been married I would have reached across the front seat of my truck and put my hand on his thigh, "oh, salty chocolate balls, I love salty chocolate balls."
I won't prolong the foreplay here by mentioning various other scenarios when I could have made him, because if I was one thing, it was a faithful husband.
Ron and I started to hang out a bit together, though I was quite a bit older. We went to the gym together, went running, went to the World Series in town, albeit watched from a neighboring bar's t.v. The gym he turned me on to was close by. Ron and I parted ways after our World Series night out. But, I kept going to the gym. The following spring I was divorced and living back at my old house where my office and workshop was. I decided to keep working out and get hot myself. One of the staff who worked at the gym said hi to me one night. I didn't know his name, but had noticed him. His friendliness seemed a bit more than just staff to customer friendly. Soon I started talking with Nathan about working out. He would help me with machines by showing me how to use them. I got to watch as he planted is nice little ass in the seat of a machine, legs spread out and then he'd do some reps. I couldn't stop ogling his crotch. Eventually he realized I had some feelings towards him. This gym had been purchased by someone who did not have the means to keep it up, so the showers didn't have hot water for instance. Every time I asked Nathan about them he just said they were coming to fix them in a few days. But, the point is there were never many people at the gym.
One night when I came in Nathan was at the counter to greet me. Just him and me talked for a few, touching on the subject of tattoos, of which he had a few. I asked him if he had anymore tattoos and then he pulled up his undershirt, to his neck, revealing a written word tattoo in red ink just above his left breast. My dick throbbed.
Typically he would wear pants down to his mid calf, high socks, old fashion gym shoes, and undershirt, or tank top. He always revealed his arms, and his shirts were skin tight so you could see what a tight and hot stomach was underneath. His pants weren't very baggy like a lot of younger guys. When he turned around his fine ass was completely evident, and solicitous. Nathan was 26, kind of olive skinned, but more Caucasian then middle eastern. He stood about 5'9". he had nicely defined arms, not too beefy, certainly not weak. He was slight in build with probably a 30" waist. He had long hair put into a bun pulled tight behind his head. He had some facial hair, goatee and mustache but very shortly cropped. His brown eyes were warm and friendly. he had slight facial features, yet masculine. After he pulled his shirt up for me that night, revealing a perfect set of pecs, I couldn't stop fantasizing about him. I would get him to help me work out whenever I could.
Another night I went in, I walked through the door and Nathan was behind the counter. He was talking to a couple of customers but he looked up at me when I walked in. I winked at him, something I'd never done. After changing, and working out, I went back to the locker room to shower and dress. By this time it was nearing closing time. No one was left in the gym when I finished my work out. After undressing I decided to take a sauna. It was there I had fantasized that some night I would be in there wearing just a towel, and Nathan would come in. But I had given up on that ever happening. One night I was leaving, the last one out again, and as I stood and talked to Nathan at the counter on the way out, a policeman stopped and came in. He was just chit chatting but he had some other motive. I could tell by the way he was looking at Nathan and me that he had other suspicions.
Back to the sauna, though. I usually took a dry sauna after working out. Every once in a while I would encounter a guy in there that seemed bicurious. Not overtly, just a little sign here and there they might want to jump in the shower and get, or give, a blowjob. But, I was alone again in the sauna, counting the minutes, perched on the top cedar bench of the small cedar sauna. I had been in there about ten minutes when I saw Nathan walk by. The sauna had a large window in the door. He walked by once towards the showers, glancing in and saw I was in there. A second later he walked back by towards the lockers. God, I got hard just seeing him and the idea of what it would be like if he actually came in. I didn't think I could hold it together, without coming on to him. But, just a fantasy...
Two minutes later, I see Nathan coming towards the sauna wearing just a towel. He grabbed the sauna door handle, pulled it open and walked in. Looks like we have the place to ourselves, he proclaimed sitting a foot from me on the top bench. You must like to sweat I see you use this every time you come, he said. Yeah, I really like just feeling my body perspire and cleanse itself. It's very meditative too, I replied. His hair still in a bun I got to see his torso shirtless for the first time. He was very smooth, well defined, still on the slight side. His navel was small, an outy, with a nice trail of dark hair trailing to his towel. His hair was a dark brown, a little on the kinky side, no chest hair. You shave your chest, I asked? Yeah, the little I do have doesn't look good so I keep it smooth. That's a great tattoo you showed me there on your chest, btw, got any others I haven't seen, I asked? You want the full tour, eh? He replied, not bashful at all. You've got more don't you, I shot back? Some are a little personal but if you're game, what the hell.
He jumped down from the upper bench, pulled off his towel and threw it on the bench. Well there's this one right here, next to my dick..The tat was a picture of a fist with a thumbs up sign. Wow, I murmured, that's inviting. His dick was soft and flacid, very full. His balls hung just below his silky smooth uncut cock that was surrounded by the darkest and densest bush I'd ever seen. What else, any more I queried? You asked. He turned around, spread his feet wide apart and bent over. Trying not to lose my load as I stared right into his ass hole... where, I don't see a tattoo? Look down under my hole. There's a piercing there, is that what you're showing me? What do you think he said revealing every inch of his ass and balls? Very sexy Nathan. Doesn't it hurt? He backed up close to me. Go ahead, touch it. I gulped, felt my crotch with my left hand. His snake was starting to swell just at the idea of having me examine him. Mine out of control.
As he stood inches from me, I reached up and gently rubbed his sweaty, hairy spot with a gold pin threaded through. [I love this place on a man's body, between his ass hole and his balls. It's the one place I love to gently bite and massage with my tongue and mouth before going all the way.] Damn Nathan, you're going to make me cum, dude. Don't cum too soon, he chuckled. Feel away, Nathan invited. I've noticed you looking at me. I know what you've been thinking. I put my hand around his crotch so my thumb stroked his hairy pussy almost penetrating but just massaging the surface, fingers feeling his balls and reaching upunderneath to get his dick hard. He stood there for what seemed like days while he let me stroke, fondle and caress his sweet set of balls and smooth hot, and now very wet hard on.
By now, I had removed my towel and I was fully hard and oozing precum, no streaming. I stroked Nathan's back, put my hands on his hips, kissed his butt cheeks, approaching his hole. His hands on his knees he moaned and groaned and responded by pushing back into all my moves and touches. I had to stand up so I could embrace him and kiss his neck, tongue his ear and just completely engulf him. I placed my hard throbbing cock under his ass, a safe place for now, and rubbed it pressed tight against his back. I reached around and massaged his smooth chest, squeezing and rubbing his nipples. Nathan, I really want to fuck you. Please, let me fuck you. Ever fucked a guy? You into that? You are so sexy and you taste great. I was hoping you'd be o.k. with having sex with me from the first time you came into the club. I'd just about given up hope and then you winked at me tonight when you came in, he responded. You have no idea, Nathan, how many nights I went to sleep jerking off to fantasies of us, of you.
Mmm, I could just stand here for ever pressed against you, my cock beneath your ass. I could just hod this level of excitement and never cum, it feels so, so good. Just then he started grinding his ass against my hardened penis. I put my right hand on his ass and squeezed, over and over. I felt around until my fuck finger was stroking his hole. It was hot, and swelling, hungry for me to enter, very moist. I pulled my dick up and rubbed my precum all over his hole. Like that? Do I, lover boy. I'm all yours. Finger me, stroke me, fuck me slow and deep. Hey, o.k. with no rubber, I'm as safe as they come. Just promise to cum inside me.
It was then I felt his total change of posture. His ass came up higher, his knees bent. He reached back around my right ass and pulled me towards him. Slowly I continued rubbing my juice all over his pussy and as I did it was like opening a door. He relaxed and in I slid. I've never been one for deep, hard aggressive fucking. I've always been the type to play with the sphincter until my lover is about to go mad, then I proceed. That's how I teased Nathan. His tight little ass was quivering with joy. I had produced so much precum that everything was wet as a water slide. We mated and intercoursed and fucked for must have been twenty long, hot minutes, carefully easing up so as not to cum early. When I couldn't take it any longer, nor could he, I put his left ear in my mouth making love to it like a clitoris. Deeper and deeper I rotated my self into his youthful, muscular beauty. Just as I felt it coming I whispered, you're great, and he rose up on his toes taking my giant stream of love liquid. We stayed frozen in space for moments, kissing, stroking, our wet steamy bodies pressed together as one. We forgot we were in a sauna even, making it that much more sweaty and passionate. When I fell from his ass I spun him around. Nathan, you've been on your feet a while. Sit down up here on the top bench. I'm going to make love to your front side. And I did, came down on his virility with both lips and tongue and became familiar with every inch of his cock and balls, and inner thighs. There was no better dessert after the best fuck of a lifetime than taking Nathan's perfect uncut cock down my throat, while also working and slurping on his head till he called my name over and over. His cum was just as tasty as the taste of his sweat and scent and mouth. See you at the gym, Friday.
DISCLAIMER: Using condoms helps prevent the spread of STDs and HIV. Be sexually responsible and have fun.