Christmas time at Myrtle brings great discounts at most hotels. The city is famous for its many excellent golf courses, but golfing over the mid winter season is very slow. Indeed the weather can turn from bright and sunny to cold and blustery in just a few hours.
I like to stay in one particular hotel right on the ocean, all pink on the outside, dating back a couple of decades. It has three outdoor pools, and a heated indoor pool.
I like that pool especially well. It is in a large room with a Jacuzzi, and two separate sauna rooms off the men's and women's dressing rooms.
I arrived on Monday before Christmas and did the usual touristy things like beach combing, shopping, and eating in Myrtle Beach's better restaurants. But I especially liked to use the pool and the sauna with few others getting in the way.
However with the hotel only about 15 percent booked, Monday and Tuesday saw me sitting in the sauna absolutely alone. That was no fun at all.
Christmas day afternoon saw me escape my relatives and head down to the pool area. As I entered a young man sitting in the Jacuzzi gave me a broad smile of welcome.
I went into the change room and he came right behind me. As I undressed, he shed his suit and headed into the sauna spreading his towel on the hot wood to make sitting easier.
It was like 1979, I was in college, and I worked out at the YMCA. No huge muscle guy, but I was in good shape. 6', 175#, longish light brown hair, high forehead, sensitive face, lightly hairy chest, 6" cut and smooth round buttocks. I got to know some of the guys in the weight room, including a couple "older" guys.
When we first met, we briefly toyed with the idea of moving in together but soon learned that the only thing we had in common was sex. Once we established we were better pals than lovers, we would get together about twice a month & to fuck our brains out, all in the name of friendship! I'm not in love with Rick. I'm in lust with the man.
I nestled into his body gently pressing my hard cock against him. We looked at each other and he kissed me full on the mouth. I opened to him, feeling his muscular tongue probe against my soft inviting response. His hand slipped down my body to rub and massage my rod. I undid my jeans and wiggled them down my legs. His warm wet fondling and sucking on my member made my legs sag. I wanted cock.
Craig was pissed when he went to bed last night. It wasn't so much that he had to work this summer; in fact, he'd planned to look for a job anyway. It was his dad saying it will make a man out of you. He was right though, but not as he intended.
Surprisingly quickly I got used to it as I slowly drove down the main street fascinated by the clouds of steam and glimpses of an erupting geyser. My main concern was to locate the Ward Baths and to experience the excitement of nude bathing in the MEN ONLY pool.
They paid the expenses so what did I have to loose. I packed everything that I owned in a '72 Chevelle (that shows how much I owned) and headed south! I arrived two days later at the apartment my company had arranged for me. It was like a scene from Paradise Island.
Am I the only 22 year old who hates to go to the doctor? Last month I had a miserable cold. It just wouldn't go away. Finally I decided to go to a doctor just to get some pills. So I call the HMO that I belong to through my company. I arrive feeling nervous and edgy.
I was doing some classified work for the Army and this was my chance to get together with other contractors to discuss the overall project. The conference was also being held at one of favorite places; an unusual military installation near the ocean. I got to be close to these macho military guys in a casual atmosphere.
He stood there looking like Mr. America. And so boyish in his hair cut and face. I'd seen him several times before but he never gave me a tumble. I don't usually jack with the door open but I must have been extra horny and did this time and I loved jacking in front of him. I seldom get hard in front of guys but I had a good hard with him watching. He acted as if he didn't watch at all.
"Eye candy" I thought to myself as I entered the sauna. It has two tiers of benches in a single row about 16 feet long, dimly lit with a light and a glass door. The young man was sitting near the door and did not hide as I passed by. He had a nice long cock, about 7 inches soft.
I sat on my towel half way down the bench. We began talking and I discovered that he was a lawyer from Charleston. Then he pulled his feet up on the bench and turned with his back to the side wall, giving me a full frontal view. I did the same at my end of the bench.
As we talked his cock began to grow, with a curve to the left.
I commented on his neatly trimmed public hair, and he said his wife cuts it for him. I did not ask, but she probably shaved the rest of his genitals as well. They were beautiful.
Just the two of us sat naked in the sauna of a near empty hotel. I was beginning to get aroused myself as he caused his cock to rise and fall without touching it, quite a trick. Then he gave it some strokes and it became completely erect. Wow.
Then suddenly, he rose, put on his suit, and stuffed his aroused cock into it with some difficulty, and disappeared.
Why did he leave so suddenly, without explanation? He was apparently liking the exhibitionistic show he was doing for my benefit, and then he seemed to panic and left abruptly.
Since he was a lawyer I suspected he would return at the same time of day the next day. Lawyers tend to be detail people and fall into patterns that order their lives. But I was wrong. Two days went by, no lawyer in the sauna. Nobody at all besides myself.
Finally on Saturday, at the same mid afternoon time, I was in the sauna getting ready to leave when he popped his head in the door to see if anybody was there, and then quickly stripped. He entered with a large red, yellow, and white stripped beach towel wrapped about his body.
I thought of the inviting body talk of his show the other day, and decided to ask him if he wanted a massage, as a bit more intimate. It was something I could do to repay him for his show on Christmas day.
"Sure, why not" he replied.
He stretched out, wearing the towel, face down on the bench. I worked on his shoulders and back first, then down to his feet and up his legs. When I got to his buttocks, he lifted his hips so I could get a good feel of his lymph glands (back of fingers rubbing his balls).
By this movement the towel fell off and he was completely nude under my fingers. His skin was honey colored, smooth as a peach skin, and no tan lines. Either he sunned in a secluded spot, or hit a tanning bed. He had very little body hair, anywhere except for his pubes and head.
Suddenly he turned over on his back, showing me his rock hard cock. It was one of the best proportioned cocks I have ever seen. I could not resist giving it some careful strokes of its own, before going on to massage his chest and front leg muscles.
Again suddenly he sat upright and began to stroke his own cock. He even spit on his own cock to make it easier to stroke. I thought I was going to see a major eruption, when suddenly he stopped, grabbed his towel and wrapped it about himself and left the room.
Why?
I thought he was gone for good, so I went over to gather my towel and other things, and went out into the dressing room, where another surprise awaited me.
He was sitting still naked on the bench and jacking himself hard. But when he saw me emerge from the sauna, he stopped immediately.
"Are you gay?" he asked me.
"I am bi" I replied. "And what are you?"
"I am married" he replied, not really answering my question.
We finished dressing and departed in different directions. I still wonder why he did what he did. If he was straight, why did he get aroused when we were both naked in the sauna? I am a retired guy, only average in looks, nothing to excite a 30-something young lawyer who is half my age with an outstanding body.
Perhaps he wanted a blow job and was disappointed that I did not pounce on his cock as he offered it for view on both sessions?
Perhaps he is also bi-sexual but afraid to admit it to himself, or to me?
Perhaps he had some sort of phobia that if he did not actually come, he was not having sex before the approving eyes of another male?
I enjoyed both sessions, and have written this hoping it will be published, even though the sex is minimal. If the Charleston lawyer reads this, I hope he will respond with a minimum of explanation of why he backed off after being so forward and inviting to me.
If he has questions about my bi-sexual life style, I would be glad to answer him. I was married until recently, and after the divorce, I went through a tough transition period before I opened up to my own inner self to admit first to myself that I liked men as well as women in a sexual way, and am not ashamed of who I am or who I love.
I have very pleasant memories of the two sessions we had in the sauna and hope my mystery lawyer man has good memories as well. I am thankful that he shared his body in the way he did with me, regardless of whatever his orientation may be. He was the highlight of my Christmas vacation this year at Myrtle Beach, South Carolina.
Often we are unable to see everywhere a decision takes us; other times we choose not to see so we can freely experience all that life has to offer. We are too complex. A triumphant and primal experience may lead down a road of distance from the commitments that are ultimately most important to us.
I always liked being naked. My mom still tells stories about how at the age of 2 thru 6, she couldn't keep me in clothes. As soon as she would turn around, I'd be bare ass and running out the door. When the family went to the beach, I thought it very natural to strip naked and run into the cool water.
The cock shook and trembled. It spat out a stream of white. The jizzlet flew through the air to land with a heavy splotch on the blond man's left cheekbone. The cock pulsed once again. It curled up over his cheek, across his pert nose, and into the socket of his eye. The sperm approached...
In my final year as a eagle scout I get to room with this drop dead gorgeous blackhaired hunk of a man. He is hung like a horse and as I find this hidden clearing with a pond near our camp site I think it is a perfect opportunity to see if I can convince him to go skinny dipping with me ;)
I mean, they were always nice to me and let me hang around with them and all, but it was so frustrating that I couldn't be one of them. I wasn't that good at baseball, but they let me play with them. They were all bigger and better-looking than I was, and I could tell they enjoyed looking at each other and stuff, but then they were nice to me, too. I just could never feel like I really belonged.
I just graduated college this summer and while sitting by the pool drinking beer I bump into this guy. It turns out he works at the company where I start in the fall. We go over to my place, watch some porn...
. . you know the type. Most of the guys were kind of sexist and such (although, don't get me wrong, I liked them all, and none of the guys were 'bad guys'). The problem was that, as a closeted homosexual, I did not fit in to their crowd.
At least, I was pretty sure I knew who he was. We'd agreed to meet here to look each other over, and he was dressed as he had described. He glanced around. He must have changed his mind and headed for the door. My heart sank. But then, he stopped about halfway and turned again in my direction. He looked as if he were debating whether to come over. Finally, he headed in my direction.
There were about ten guys in the room, most just sipping their beers, waiting for something to happen, watching the porno movie that flickered on the wall while the music pounded. A couple of other cocksuckers were down on their knees giving head to guys who were standing against the wall. But that night nobody in the room turned me on and I was getting bored.
Spotted a nice bulge at the supermarket and he fucks me soon after. I just got back from the supermarket. Here, the supermarkets have been smart and bulldozed the single story and built skyrise apartments overhead with the ground floor reserved for themselves. A great idea and a ready market of customers.
I am well muscled all. Decent sized biceps & thighs and not bad definition on the rest of me. I had dark hair and hazel eyes that changed color depending on my mood and/or what I was wearing. I've had a mustache since I was 14. Although I am embarrassed by my cock's size, no one has ever made a negative remark about it. One night I miss the last bus home, but afterwards I am happy that I did.
I have moved many a time during my life. Having both my bachelor's and masters degrees means that I moved nearly every damn year. Out of college I thought that my moving days were nearly over. I was so wrong. First I took leave of my senses and moved from New York to Arkansas for another job. Arkansas is nice and all, with their long warm seasons.
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