Date: Mon, 9 Jul 2007 03:02:09 -0400 (EDT)
From: crumby2392@mypacks.net
Subject: Hot encounters of a bi married man 4

I am a middle-aged married man with wide sexual tastes.  Because of the
constraints of my life, most of my male/male activities have been hot,
brief encounters, in steam rooms, saunas and bath houses.

These stories are reminiscences of my hottest encounters, written in the
hope that readers will relate to the experiences, and enjoy reading them as
much as I enjoyed the writing.

GREEN EYES

I finished working out late that night, about 9 PM.  The after-work crowd
was gone, and I looked forward to a leisurely shower and sauna.  I wrapped
my towel around myself, stepped into the shower to wash off the sweat from
my workout, then entered the sauna.  One guy was there, and nice-looking
young guy, trim, light brown hair on his body.  Not a lot of muscle, but a
nice oval face.

And green eyes.

Piercing green eyes, green as the sea, green as sea-glass polished by the
waves and the sand.  But the sea is there whenever you look at it.  This
guy was shy, wouldn't look directly at me.  So I got glimpses of those
beautiful eyes, just glimpses, like a beautiful landscape that you see for
an instant from a car, before your view is blocked by trees or buildings.

His good looks and trim body kept me watching him, and the more I watched,
the less I saw of his eyes.  He fixed them on the wall opposite, like it
was a TV screen on Oscar night.  I climbed up to the top bench, a bit above
where he was sitting, and a bit to the side, so I could look at his face,
his lightly-hairy legs and chest.  He had a tattoo on his chest, a line
drawing of a fish.  Discreet, nothing flashy, but the tattoo and something
else both made me think he might be interested.

What was that something else?  Hard to say, but it hung heavy in the air,
the feeling of something sexual about to happen.  I sat there, he sat
there, and that feeling sat there.  The feeling that he wanted to make
contact, and not just verbal contact.  No one else came in.  I waited.

He crossed his legs and looked at that wall. I adjusted my towel so that
something was showing from his position.  He looked at the wall.  He
uncrossed his legs.  He looked up at my towel.  And looked again.

Yes!

He's interested.  But he's shy.  He won't look at me, won't give me another
glimpse of those beautiful sea-green eyes.  He's involved with the wall.  I
re-adjust my towel, grope myself a bit.  He seems to sense the motion,
although he's looking the other way.  The green eyes return to my crotch.
And again he turns away.

I need to do something else.  So I get up, make a show of unwrapping and
re-wrapping the towel.  He looks at me sideways, knowing that I'm looking
at him now.  He has seen my body, my cock, my ass, everything.  But he's
unwilling to make eye contact.  Not yet.

I stand up, walk out of the sauna, get a cool drink of water.  When I come
back, he's gone.  But a shower is running, and no one else is around.  A
locker clinks, but no one has come into the shower area, and he has not
left.  I go into the sauna and take my seat again.

The shower stops, the door opens, and the beautiful young man from the sea
comes in.  He sits down almost in the same spot, but just a bit closer to
where I have draped my towel over my crotch.  He looks at the wall, and I
re-drape my towel.  He's on the lower bench, I'm on the upper.  If he just
turns his head a bit, he will be staring at my growing erection, his gaze
aimed right up under the towel.

And that's just what he does.  The green eyes fixed on my crotch.  I
carefully adjust myself under the towel, which is now barely covering me.
He's riveted.  He looks up at me with those eyes.  There's something
vulnerable in them, something needy.  I move the towel out of the way.

And he is suddenly upon me, swallowing my cock whole, down as far as anyone
has even gotten it in one gulp.  The green eyes meet mine, and I'm riveted
to them, just as he was earlier to my crotch.  I can't stop looking at his
face, and particularly at his eyes.  His mouth is hot, his tongue hotter,
but it's the eye contact that makes the moment so intimate.  He's holding
on to my calf muscles now, and using his tongue to tickle the underside of
my cock, just below the ridge.  He's found my trigger, the place where his
tongue, moving just one-eighth of an inch up and down, will quickly bring
me off.  It seems like he knows it, like his eyes are conversing with me,
asking if I like it (I do!), if I'm going to cum (I am!) and if I want more
(Yes!  Yes!).

He reads all this in my eyes, and decides he wants me a bit longer.  So he
takes me out of his mouth, then starts long deep plunges, thrusting his
mouth onto my dick, forcing me down his throat.  My cock head swells with
each thrust, each plunge.  The change of tempo has set back my orgasm, so
I'm not close again, just reacting differently.  This guy is young, but he
knows how to read my body.  He holds my cock deep in his throat, feeling
with his tongue around its base.  Then he goes back to my trigger spot,
finding it with his tongue as if it were his own organ, his own pleasure,
and licking it repeatedly.

He sees in my eyes how close I am, how I'm going to cum, and goes faster.
But I won't cum in his mouth--my rule for guys I don't know.  It's my
degree of safety.  Feeling myself going off the edge, I pull my cock off
his mouth and start jerking it myself.  He looks at me, then at my cock,
realizing what's about to happen.  He stands, cups his hands about eight
inches away.  He wants to catch my cum.  I smile at him, and push his hands
further away.  I know what's going to happen.  I've been really worked up.
His eyes, his shyness, his hot mouth--all have been stimulating me for
about 30 minutes now, and all that tension is going to shoot out through
the head of my cock, just.... about....

Now!

My cock starts those familiar contractions, and shoots out a wad, hitting
the wall he was staring at earlier, thud.  The second shot hits the floor a
little closer, and after that the shots are in range of his hands.  He
starts catching my cum, holding it in his palm, then smearing it on his
chest.  I finish cumming, and he collects what he can.

All this time I haven't touched him.  Not what he wanted, somehow.  My
house rules don't allow for this--I want to reciprocate.  So I get up,
still hard, and get behind him, running my hands over his beautiful chest,
feeling my cum on it.  I jerk his cock, cup his balls, hug him to me from
behind. My still-hard cock is pressed against his ass.  But I go no further
down that road.  That's also something I won't do, not without protection.
So I rub against him, and jerk his cock.  He has beautiful balls, which I
cup with one hand while I squeeze his right nipple with the other.  He
loves this, throwing his head back and twisting his body slightly.  But
he's silent.  Not a moaner.  Neither am I.

He takes my hand off his balls, disengages his body from mine, and sits
down on the upper bench.  I take this as an invitation to exchange roles,
and get on the lower bench.  I take his cock in my mouth and start sucking.
I expect him to lean back and thrust his crotch out at me.  But he doesn't
do that.  He looks at me with those beautiful green eyes.  While I was
hugging him from behind I couldn't see them like I can now.  They're still
green.  He takes his hand, removes my mouth from his cock, and starts
jerking himself.  That's what he wants.  He's still looking at me.  I jerk
with him, since I'm still hard, and he's turning me on again.  His eyes
close, his body strains, and he cums.  His face gets just the slightest bit
red, and when he opens his eyes again, it's red and green.  And his face is
relaxed, that need gone.  The eyes are sparkling just a bit.

I'm standing, still hard, with no towel.  He glances at the clock through
the glass door of the sauna.  I'm jerking, our eyes still locked.  I'm
still hard, but he's not.  He looks at me, and speaks the only two words
I've heard in the whole encounter:

"Again?  Wow!"

I smile at him, and he finally smiles back.  He stands up.  I give him a
quick hug, my hard cock pressed against his stomach.  I reach behind,
squeeze the globes of his ass, feel his crotch, soft now, against mine.  He
has turned me on a lot, and I'm ready for more.  But he's not--he's simply
relaxed and full.  He looks at the clock once more, turns those green eyes
on me, the headlights of a beautiful sports car, smiles, and leaves.