Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.watersports
From: satyrs@netcom.com (satyrs)
Subject: Encounter at the Hotel (male-male)
Date: Fri, 16 Dec 1994 16:01:59 GMT

There have been a couple of requests recently for male-male watersports
stories.  Here is a repost of an original story that I posted last year.
This is partly autobiographical and partly fantasy... Comments cheerfully
accepted, flames summarily ignored... Enjoy


Encounter at the Hotel

An original story/fantasy
Copyright 1993 by an46280

WARNING  WARNING  WARNING  WARNING

This story contains graphic sex with
watersports between two adult males.
If this sort of thing offends you,
please read no further...






I had just finished my sales meeting and was back in my room
at a Chicago hotel.  It had been a long day of negotiating, and
I needed some relaxing.  Being in the sales game means I get to
check out the pools at hotels all over the country, and do a little
cruising.  I decided to go to the whirlpool in the courtyard.  I
opened my suitcase and fished out a green bikini style nylon Speedo 
swimsuit with a modern design on it.  It stripped out of my business
clothes and squeezed myself into the suit.

I admit that I am an exhibitionist, and I usually buy size 36 bikinis
even though I am really a 38.  I like them tight, so I can show off 
the goodies to anyone interested in looking.  I grabbed the room key 
and a towel and headed for the courtyard.

It was fairly late, about 8:30, so I didn't expect much activity,
and that was the case.  In fact, the pool and whirlpool were deserted.
I pressed the button to start the whirlpool and climbed in.  I
submurged to my neck and relaxed in the hot, steaming water.  I had
been in the water about five minutes when I heard someone approach
from behind me.  I heard a towel and key fall on a nearby table, and
when I opened my eyes and looked up over my head, I saw who it was.

There was a guy standing there, about 40, a little on the plump side,
like myself.  He was carrying a six-pack of Coors.  He was wearing
a pair of light blue Lycra bike shorts that came down to the middle of 
his thighs.  He obviously was not wearing any underwear, and his cock and
balls were prominently outlined by the thin fabric.  I got a twinge 
in the crotch looking at him.

"How's the water?" he asked.

I cleared my throat, and answered, "It's really nice.  Hop in."

"Thanks, I will."  He padded to the opposite end of the whirlpool and
stepped into the water.  He had a small moustache, but almost no body
hair.  I am the same except for a short beard.  I watched him enter 
the pool, and hoped something would happen tonight.

He reached for his six-pack and pulled off two cans.  He offered one
to me.  "Have a beer?"

"Thanks."  I took the can and started drinking it.  I was about half
way through when the timer on the whirlpool clicked off and the water
stopped bubbling.  Since the new guy had only just arrived, I thought
another cycle would be in order.  "I'll get it," I said, and
climbed out of the water and walked to the switch.  I could feel his
eyes following me.  I pressed the button and walked back to the edge.
I adjusted my suit a little at the waist and got back in the water.

"Have another?" he asked, offering me another can.  I quickly downed 
the one I was working on and accepted it.

"Thanks again."

"I like your suit," he commented, "Is that one of the new designs?"

"Yeah," I responded, "I just got it the other day."  This sure sounded
like a come-on line to me, so I decided to go for it.  "Would you
like to have a closer look?"

"You bet!"  He smiled, obviously accepting the offer.  He moved through
the water and sat down beside me.  Immediately I felt his fingertips
feeling along the waistband of my suit and then down the front of the
fabric to the leg openings.  My cock responded right away.  He squeezed
the growing bulge.  "Oh yes, Mr. Studley," he said, taking his hand
away.  "Finish your beer, there's still two left."

"All this beer is making me want to piss."

"Well, hold on to it, stud, you're going to need it."

I assumed he was talking about golden showers.  I had not been in that
scene for quite a while.  I asked him directly if he was into it.  "You
bet," he answered, "It's a hot time.  Do you have a problem with it?"

"No," I said, "It's just been a long time."

"I live for it," he said, smiling, "Finish your beer."  He was already
getting the last two cans.  Within a couple of minutes, all the beer
was consumed.

"Let's go to my room," he suggested.

We got out of the water, both of us sporting big hardons in our suits.
I reached for my towel to dry off.  He noticed this and told me not
to bother.  We walked soaking wet through the hall to his room.
Inside, I noticed he had already prepared the king size bed.  It had
three layers of sheets on it over a plastic one.  I asked him where
all the sheets came from, and he said he brings them with him on
his trips.

"I have a real fetish for guys in Speedos, so I want you to leave them
on, OK?" he asked.  I nodded approval.  "Lay down on the bed, in
the middle."

I did as he asked, but I noticed his requests were starting to sound
like commands.  I didn't mind that, as I could play either top or
bottom as the situation required.

He got on the bed with me, leaving his Lycra shorts on.  He got
between my legs and started right away licking my thighs.  He worked
his way up to the leg opening of the suit, then moved to my crotch.
I instinctively spread my legs as far as I could to give him access.
He dove in and licked and nuzzled and sucked the water through the
fabric.  Over the next ten minutes, he succeded in dewatering most
of the front of my suit.  I had a hardon that could drive nails.
Then he looked up at me.  "Your suit's getting dry.  I like it 
better wet."

He got up on his knees and worked his way around to my side.  He
stripped his shorts down far enough to free his cock.  He grabbed
his dick and started to piss a powerful stream right on my belly.  
He played the stream down over my swim suit and got it thoroughly
drenched.  I was moaning and moving around like I was on fire or
something.  He stopped pissing for a moment and moved to aim his
cock at my face.  He let go again, and the hot pungent stream hit
me right in the face.  He soaked my face and hair.  "Come on, open
your mouth and drink it!"  I did as he asked, and almost came in
my suit in the process.  "Yeah," he said, stopping the piss flow.
He noticed my obvious state of excitement.  "You love it. I can
tell a real piss pig from a mile away!"  He sent another squirt in
my face.  "Roll over on your belly, you fucking animal."

I was excited to hear him talk to me like this.  I thought that I
was in fact an animal now, without morality or inhibition, writhing
in pleasure from his hot piss.  I rolled over and lay face down
in the huge puddle of yellow liquid.  He used his remaining piss
to soak the rear of my suit.  He told me not to piss yet, and then
got down between my legs again, sucking my asshole throuth the piss
soaked fabric.  After several minutes of this, he told me to roll 
over again, and that he was close to coming and needed my piss.

I rolled over on my back, and he fished my cock out of one of the
leg holes of the suit.  This required some work, since I had a raging
hardon.  He held my cock gently, waiting for it to soften.  Since
I needed to piss so badly it was starting to hurt, my erection went
down fairly quickly.  He held my cock straight up and got into
position directly over it, his face about six inched from my cock.
He kept repeating softly, "Give me your piss. I really need it."

As soon as I was able, I pissed hard right into his face.  He opened
his mouth and let it wash in and out.  He played the stream all
over his face and hair.  The hot fluid fell back onto my belly and
suit which was already drenched.  I continued to piss for what seemed
like a long time, and finally the flow subsided.  He looked up at me 
with a look of ecstacy on his piss soaked face and told me he was
about to come.  I told him to shoot in my face, which he was more
than happy to do a few seconds later, after he scrambled around close
to my head.  He shot an enormous load of hot sticky sperm which 
splashed from my forehead to my beard.  After several spurts, I took
his cock in my mouth and cleaned up the last few drops.  I continued
to suck his cock until it went limp.  Then he pulled his Lycras back
up into place.

Without saying a word, he lay down in the piss beside me and started
sucking my cock.  It didn't take long until I filled him mouth with my
own hot load.  He sucked me dry, but held the load in his mouth, then
turned around and kissed me, and we shared my slimy come between us.
He eventually swallowed most of it.  Then we just lay there in each
others arms for a few minutes, wallowing in the piss and cum.

After a brief rest, we got up off the bed.  "Can I shower?" I asked.
"What for?" he responded, "Let's go back out to the whirlpool to
clean up."

I stuffed my cock back into my suit, and picked up our towels and keys
and went out, soaking wet with piss and come.  As we were walking
down the hall, he said, "By the way, my name's Jimmy".

"I'm Charles, " I responded and we shook wet hands.  We got back in 
the whirlpool for another cycle, during which we talked about some of
the kinky things we had done.  Then we went our separate ways, and I
never saw him again.

   -FIN-