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Good things happen in saunas

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 18 Feb 1999 1 comments
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by Pete Several years ago, my wife and I went away to a resort hotel. One day my wife went shopping and I went to the indoor pool to swim some laps. I had done several laps when this guy, who was lapping as well, swam up next to me. He surfaced and boy was he handsome!! 45 or so, thick, short black hair, slight grey at sideburns and pale blue eyes. He also had an accent (German?) We started chatting at the edge of the pool. When he stood up he had a hairy chest, tanned, smooth broad shoulders and muscled back. He got out of the pool and he was wearing a small, dark blue Speedo covering a tight butt. I watched him walk away and sit on a chair at the poolside. I continued my laps, my mind wandering back to him. After a few more laps, I got out of the pool and walked into the locker room. I was sitting on a bench, resting, toweling my hair, when he comes walking in next to me. "Up for the sauna?" he says. "Sure," I said. And he peels off his suit. This long, floppy cock literally dropped out of that suit!!! It was as long and thick as my hardon--AND IT WASN'T EVEN HARD!! The head was covered by a thick, veiny foreskin which ended in a puckered fringe that extended well beyond the head. I am not a real fan of foreskins, but this was beautiful. His cockhead could be seen under the tight skin. Under all of this were two good-sized balls under a thick bush of wiry black pubes. His tanned skin was in direct contrast to his pale white, dimpled ass-cheeks. His light-colored cock, almost pink contrasted with his dark skin and hair. I was used to seeing my own rather dark-colored, Italian cock. His was light and pale revealing a tracing of red and purple veins under the skin. I know I stared at it for an inappropriately long time and he made no attempt to hide it. He followed me into the sauna; I was covering my slowly enlarging crotch with the towel. The sauna was long and narrow with two tiers of benches on either side. He sat opposite me, legs open, leaning back with his arms on the back of the bench, his beautiful crotch open for me to inspect. Our knees were almost touching. We chatted about wives and kids, tuition payments and work, all the time with his cock out and mine swelling and covered by my towel. I had to lean forward, or my cock would start poking upward. I was excited, but I had no experience in this area. After some idle chat, he points at the towel and says, "You Americans are so modest." "Yeah, we are," I laughed. I can't tell you why, but I just gave in to my impulses. I leaned back, lifted the towel and revealed my hardon. He glanced at it---THEN GOT UP AND LEFT! I was mortified. Embarrased. Was he going to tell the management? My cock drooped. A moment later, the door opened and he stuck his head in. He waved me out. "Wanted to see if the coast was clear," he said. He led me to a small alcove next to the showers, lined with lockers and a bench. He nearly pushed me up against the cool tile wall. I looked down and saw that his cock was beginning to rise. He reached down and cupped my balls, pushed his hips against mine. He was a couple of inches shorter than my six feet, but I was slumped and even with his eyes. "You are very good-looking," he said. "You, too," I squeeked, barely able to talk. From then on, there was no talking. With both hands, he began to massage our cocks. They were both fully erect now, and his, surprisingly, was not much bigger. We were about the same size. His thick foreskin still covered his cockhead. This was totally new to me, I had no idea what to do. I reached and explored his shoulders and chest with my hands. How hard he was! The coarse hair! I was used to years of a soft, smooth female body. My fingers tingled with newfound excitement, my knees nearly buckled. He squeezed our two cocks together and I groaned, totally in his control. He stepped back, pointed our two cocks at each other. With one hand on his cock and one on mine, he pulled back on his foreskin exposing his cockhead, moist with precum. He pressed the two spongy, now slimy cockheads in a slow circle. I could do nothing but moan with exquisite pleasure and hold onto his shoulders for support. He then released his foreskin so that its tip was over my cockhead. He grabbed both of our cockheads with one hand and proceeded to stroke, the other hand was on my shaft. A slight "squishing" sound could be heard as our two well-lubed cock heads moved in his strong fist. He leaned forward, I felt his hot breath on me, "I want to suck you," he whispered. It wouldn't happen. I was over the edged. "I--I-I-'M cummmmmming," was all I could say. "Shit," he said. I bucked my hips forward and released. I can't tell how many times I shot; I was unconscious with sexual delerium. He continued to pump, the cum oozing from between his fingers. I was weak! I plopped down on the bench, staring at him, my eyes level with his hairy belly. Using my generous load of cum as a lube, he cupped his balls with one hand and started to vigorously stroke his dick. I was so weak, I could do nothing but watch and smell the aroma of my jizz. As he stroked faster and faster, my cum took on the appearance of white meringue, caked on his cock. He pulled the skin of his cock back, revealing the full glory of his cockhead, bucked his hips, moaned and shot! Again and again, a powerful squirt of hot, white juice splashed on my neck and chest. It ran down me in little rivers of juice and dripped onto the floor. I reeked of cum. He finished, stood for a moment, then sat next to me. "Well," he said, "that was nice. Think you'd better take a shower." That evening, as my wife and I entered the main restaurant, he was leaving with his family: wife and three kids in tow. He smiled as he passed. "Nice-looking family," my wife said. "Mmm,hmm," I agreed.