Date: Sat, 15 Jan 2011 13:39:29 -0800 (PST)
From: Owl Bighill <owlbighill@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: When our eyes locked II

This is a true story, though some details have been changed.

When it came closer to 9pm the gay squash group seemed to start to thin
out.  Time to carry out my plan.

I moved to the changing room and continued to read my novel.  When the door
was pushed open, I looked up to see if it was Mr. A.  A couple of men came
in but they were to my disappointment.  The clock was ticking, but patience
was my virtue.  The two men had left, and Mr. A still did not appear.  But
patience got the prize.  Mr. A finally turned up, soaked wet.  We exchanged
glance, and he put his bag on the bench 2 meters away from me.

I started the conversation.  "You played well."

"Not so well tonight." he replied.  "Some days I play well and some days I
don't.  Tonight is ok."

We continued the conversation while he was stripping off.  First he took
off his tank top.

"How often do you play?"  I asked.

"We play every Tuesday night.  It is a social gay club.  Every player is
gay."  A very good confirmation that he was gay. He then took off his
shorts, revealing his bare muscular body in front of me.  He turned towards
my direction to show off his body, and then walked into the shower room.
Before he disappeared into the shower room, he turned his head to my
direction with a inviting smile, and disappeared.  I wasted no more time in
stripping myself off.

At this hour of the day the changing room was deserted.  When I walked into
the shower room, Mr. A was in the second cubicle, water splashing over his
body from head to toe, with his back facing the wall, proudly showing off
his hard on.  I signalled him to go to the last cubicle, where we would
have more privacy.  Without a word, he turned off the shower, and followed
me to the last cubicle.  I turned on the shower in the last cubicle, and he
soon joined me.  We immediately locked ourselves in embrace, and kissed
with passion.  I was surprised to find his breath so nice, as I expected
otherwise because of the dehydration.  Our hands were all over each other's
body.  My hands were busy exploring his butt cheeks, his back, his chest
and his ab.  I liked to take it slowly, so I did not touch his cock until
my hands had had enough pleasure in exploring his strong body.  Both of us
had raging hardon.  Our bodies pressed tight, me holding his butt , and him
holding mine, with our blood filled cocks trapped in between and against
each other.  We kissed like no tomorrow, tongues entwined, lips locked.  I
broke the kiss to get some air, and then moved down to kiss his nipples.
He gave out a little moan.  I then moved my tongue along his body, first to
the ab, and then to his pubic.  I stayed there for a while in his pubic,
sucking in his musky smell.  I was in heaven.  His dick was so hard, with
glistening precum on his dickhead.  I teased his dick by licking his shaft,
and nibbled on his nut sack.  He could take it no more, and whispered to
me, "suck it".  His head tilted back, his eyes closed and I enjoyed the
view.  I engulfed his whole raging hardon, my nose up to his pubic.  He
gave out another moan.  I kept sucking him for a while, and my tongue kept
swirling on his dickhead whenever I could.

After a while he lifted me up, and gave me a passionate kiss.  Man, how I
loved kissing him.  The kiss with Mr. A was one of the best kisses I had
ever had.  He broke the kiss and chewed on my nipples.  How I enjoyed his
light bites on my nipples.  After a while he followed the flow of the water
to my now super hard dick which is aching for attention.  He licked my dick
like a lollipop.  I kept on moaning.  While I enjoyed so much his sucking,
I enjoyed more of the kiss so I lifted him up.  We locked in passionate
kiss again.  After a minute he turned his back to me and grab my hands to
embrace him.  I grinded my rock hard dick against his butt crack and held
him tight.  My right hand played with his left nipple, while my left finger
tips crawled on his nut sack, giving him tingling feeling.  He was in
ecstasy.  I chewed on his earlope, kissed him on his face, and he turned to
catch my mouth.  Our lips again locked in passionate kisses.  I reached for
the liquid soap, and rubbed on his crotch and masterbuated him.  This
continued for a minute.

"What is your name?" I asked.

"Marcus" he answered.

"I am Peter.  Nice to meet you."  I always like to know the name of the
person I am having fun with.  It gets more personalised.  I almost laughed,
because it is more than "nice to meet you".  In fact it is "nice to play
with you".

We then switched positions.  Marcus embraced me from behind.  He kissed my
neck, my back while his hands were searching on my ab and my thighs.  His
hard dick was between my legs, grinding my nut sack. I turned my head to
kiss him.  I could not have enough of his kisses.  I grabbed his butt
cheeks and held him tight.  We were moaning.  Gradually the hot water was
running out, and we both felt cold.  We turned off the water and decided
that we should finish our "showers" soon.  I turned and faced him, kissed
him while we masturbated each other.  Since we were both rock hard, it did
not take long to shower each other with our cum.  We then cleaned ourselves
up.  We were quiet when we were getting dressed.  Since we were alone in
the changing room, I kissed him goodbye when I left.  I think this is a
nice way to say goodbye to a man I like.  I definitely want to see him
again.