I Love Low-hangers!
Bill meets his fuck-buddy!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/Ma, Consensual, Gay, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Cheating, Slut Wife, Wife Watching, Group Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Size,
Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Bill meets his fuck-buddy! - Bill meets a stranger at the gym which leads to a sexual encounter. The meeting gets more interesting when they are discovered by the stranger's wife!
I'm about to turn fifty-seven and one of the things I love about this age is the changes that are going on with my body. Most notably, my balls are starting to droop and hang lower. When I was a young man, my balls always seemed to be drawn tight against my body, but now they hang down like a bag of lose marbles. That's okay with me because I think it makes them look distinctive. I keep my pubic hair tightly trimmed and I keep my balls and cock shaved smooth. When I stand naked in front of a mirror, my hairless balls provide a nice cushion for my cock to lie against and, in fact, they make my six-inch cock look fuller and longer. And every guy knows, the most important thing in the world is to have a cock that looks fuller and longer.
My most recent sexual adventure began when I was last at Ballys gym. After a strenuous workout, I went to the shower room to clean up. We have a large community-style shower with twenty showers that all the men use. On this day, there were about ten other men showering besides me. Of course, that means there is no privacy; everybody can see everybody else. This suits me fine because I like to be naked in the company of other men; it makes me feel naughty. I know I'm doing something that might be considered inappropriate by straight people. While some guys are modest and face the wall as they shower, I enjoy the community experience and I don't hesitate to acknowledge the other guys in the shower. Of course, one has to very careful. I am queer, but I don't want to come off as such in that environment. By all appearances I am a masculine, straight man, but I glance at guys covertly just the way the others do. I think everybody is curious about cock sizes whether they are gay or straight, but we all respect each other's privacy.
I was rinsing shampoo out of my hair and when I opened my eyes a guy was showering five or six feet away from me. I nodded a greeting to him and finished rinsing my hair. As I continued showering, I occasionally glanced at the man. He was about my age, slender, with graying hair. He also had a thick, seven-inch cock that hung relaxed. His pubic area was bushy, but I did notice that he had low-hanging balls like me. There was a gold band on his ring finger, so I assumed that he was married. Whenever I glanced at him, I saw that he was studying my pubic area, which struck me as odd, considering the ring. Nevertheless, it excited me to think that he was checking me out. At one point we glanced into each other's eyes and in that fleeting moment, I sensed that there was something of a spark. For just an instant, I detected a slight grin on his face before his eyes darted down to my crotch. It wasn't a motion that could be noticed by anyone else, nothing obvious. I just hoped I wasn't misreading his signals.
He finished rinsing off, grabbed his towel, and disappeared into the changing room where there were sinks and mirrors. I took my time finishing my shower and in a couple of minutes, I too entered the changing room. Two guys were completing their routines and I noticed my guy, towel wrapped around his waist, spreading shaving cream on his face. I caught his glance briefly in the mirror as I went about getting my dry clothes out of the locker. It seemed like we were definitely flirting although I know that sounds very gay. When I took my towel off, I had a slight erection; my cock had firmed up a little. I didn't look at my guy while I pulled on my underwear and adjusted my balls. My cock felt deliciously firm in my underwear and it was at that instant that I glanced at my guy; he was looking at me in the mirror's reflection. I purposely took my time getting the rest of my clothes out of the locker because I wanted him to see my growing bulge. Before I pulled on my gym shorts, I gave him one last glance and went into the main locker room. This was the moment of truth. Would he pick up on my signals or was I just imagining the whole thing?
I was sitting on the bench in front of my locker putting on my shirt, socks and tennis shoes when my guy came in with a towel still wrapped around his waist. I thought I noticed a bulge under his towel, but I wasn't sure. He stood five lockers down from me as he took dry clothes out of his locker. When he was ready to get dressed, he whipped off his towel and threw it on the bench. Then I saw it! He had a beautiful half hard-on with a fat plum-shaped head. I casually glanced at him and then glanced into his eyes. He kept fiddling in his locker casually as his dangling cock firmed up even more. It wasn't by any means a full erection, but it did indicate his interest. He shuffled around in his clothes pile until he found a pair of underwear and pulled them on. They were those sheer, tight briefs cut like Speedos that showed everything and he filled them out well. His cock was pressed flat against his abdomen and I saw every detail of the head. Then he turned toward me slightly as he adjusted his cock and balls. He was looking down at the floor, but I knew that this display was for my benefit.
I stuffed my workout clothes in my gym bag, stood up, and turned to leave. As I passed him, I glanced once more at his crotch and nodded.
"Have a good day," I muttered.
I silently cussed myself for not being more outgoing because I'm not usually like that. However, I was a little flustered because of the situation. I was turned on, but I didn't know how to take the next step. I decided to kill some time in the lobby and see if he would eventually come out. I signed out at the desk and walked over to the kiosk where they sell nutritional supplements and workout clothes. I was looking at the protein supplements when I felt a presence near me. I turned around and, to my surprise, there he was!
"Oh, hi," I said, "How are you doing?"
"I'm good," he answered, nodding.
"You know," I said, "I have to apologize. I should have introduced myself in the locker room. I don't know what the Hell came over me. Anyway, my name is Bill."
He nodded and grinned. "Hi, Bill. I'm David."
I reached out and shook his hand. He had a good, strong handshake and I always appreciate that in a man or a woman.
"So, why didn't you introduce yourself earlier?"
"I guess I was kind of flustered. Pretty stupid, actually."
David looked puzzled.
"Well," I added, "I'm sitting there getting dressed and all of a sudden there's your package in my face.
He grinned knowingly. "You don't like my package?"
"What's not to like," I answered with a chuckle.
I took a tub of protein powder from the display and started to read the label on the back.
"Do you use this stuff," he asked.
"I used to when I tried to be a bodybuilder, but it's gotten too expensive. Now I just try to eat good, healthy food without a lot of calories."
"Yeah, I'm with you," said David. "I get my protein from natural sources."
I turned to look him straight in the eye. He had an impish grin on his face.
"Is that an innuendo?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Take it any way you like."
I studied his face as he grinned like the proverbial Cheshire Cat. Actually, I hoped that he was coming on to me. Doesn't that make me sound like a fag? Truth be told, I wanted to drop to my knees and suck him off right there. However, I thought it would be better to take my time and not get premature. I would let him make the next move. I put the protein powder back on the shelf and swung my gym bag over my shoulder.
"Well, I'd better get going."
"Yeah, me too."
David threw his bag over his shoulder and walked outside with me to the parking lot.
"What are your plans for the rest of the day," he asked.
"I'm just gonna go home and relax. I have the weekend off."
"Well, do you want to come over to my place? Maybe we can watch a movie and have some beers."
"What about your wife," I asked, gesturing toward his ring hand.
"She's out shopping with her friends. She'll be gone all day."
"Well, okay," I said, "I can come over for a while."
I agreed to follow him and we drove to a nice complex of garden apartments a couple of miles away. David ushered me inside his nicely furnished condo which had the civilized touch of a woman. A large media center sat in the middle of the wall with nice surround-sound speakers on each side. He dropped his gym bag on the floor and clapped his hands together.
"Okay, why don't you get comfortable and I'll go upstairs and get a movie for us. Then I'll get us some drinks."
I nodded. "Sounds good to me."
He went upstairs while I looked around briefly. I figured we were going to have sex and I felt my cock getting hard. I intended to wait for David, but the boner in my pants had other plans. I pulled off my shoes and socks, unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them off with my underwear in one swift motion. Then I found a place on the couch. I gently stroked my cock until I heard him padding back down the stairs. His reaction would tell me if I had misconstrued his intentions. He saw me playing with my cock and smiled.
"Good, you took my advice," he said.
"Hope you're not upset. I took a big chance doing this."
"No," he insisted, "you're perfect."
He took a DVD out of its case and loaded it in the player. Then he stood waiting until the title, "Cock Hounds," finally appeared on the screen. When the movie started, he quickly pulled off all his clothes and threw them in a pile. His cock, which I had only seen partially erect, was now a beautiful, full-blown hard-on. He stroked it for me several times to make it even harder, if that was possible. Then he walked over to me and let me stroke it. I leaned over and licked the silky head and then swallowed him down to the root. He let me suck him for a couple of seconds until he pulled away.
"I'd better relax a little," David sighed. "I'm hot as a pistol, but I don't wanna cum just yet." I nodded and leaned back into the couch.
"Let me get our drinks," he said, "and then we can get serious."
He hurried into the kitchen while I watched the video. One guy had his face buried in the couch cushions while the other guy, with a monster cock, had it buried in his ass. My cock sprang to attention in my hand and I squeezed out a pearl of pre-cum. I knew I was going to cum too soon, also, so I tried to slow down a little.
David reappeared in a minute with two beers and a softening cock. He offered me one of the beers and I took a long swallow before setting it on the side table. He knelt on the floor in front of me and stroked my balls gently.
"God, these are so beautiful," he cooed. "I love low-hangers; especially when they're shaved."
"Well, buddy, they're all yours. Enjoy yourself."
I scooted forward on the couch while holding my cock out of the way so my balls would hang out as far as possible. This gave him complete access, even to my asshole. He stroked my balls gently, like one would pet a frightened animal. Then he leaned forward and gently licked them before carefully pushing my entire ball sac into his mouth. The feeling was exquisite; warm and moist! I have always wanted someone to suck my balls and this was a dream come true. I felt like a whore and I wanted to be used in any way possible. I rolled on my side and pulled my butt cheeks apart to expose my asshole. David took the hint and tongued me, pushing it in as deep as possible. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into my ass.
As he concentrated on my butt, I reached between my legs and stroked my cock which was slick with pre-cum. I was actually hoping that he would fuck me and I thought he might when he started stroking his cock with his free hand.
"Why don't you fuck me?"
He helped me get on my knees and expose my ass. My asshole was so slippery with spit that it was easy for him to push his cock in to the hilt.
"God, that feels good," I grunted.
He fucked me for a few seconds and then pulled out long enough to drop to his knees and suck my low-hangers from behind. He was like a kid in a candy shop, not sure what to do. Suck this, fuck that, lick those.
"I could eat you up," he hissed.
"Man, I wish you would. I want you to use me like a fucking whore. Make me your cunt. Make me your bitch!"
I sat back up on the couch and David stood up and drove his cock in my mouth. The thing was harder than I had ever seen it. I used his balls as a handle while I guided his cock in and out of my mouth.
"That feels great, he groaned."
I hummed in agreement as I ran my hand up the back of his leg to his ass. There I found his asshole and teased the sphincter with the tip of my finger. He arched his back a little, obviously wanting me to go further. I wet my finger with lots of spit and then found his asshole again. I screwed my finger into his ass until I hit bottom. He grunted like a pig and I felt his cock swell in my mouth.
"Oh, my God. You're killing me!
I just kept fingering and sucking. He was obviously near the edge.
"Bill," he panted, "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum."
I pulled my finger out of his ass and slid off his cock while he pumped it furiously. I leaned back, pulled my cock out of the way, and spread my legs as far as I could.
"Cum all over me, David. Cum on my balls.
He crouched down and aimed his blistering cock at my crotch. With one great sigh, his cock erupted. The first sizzling blast hit me right on the nut sac and more shots landed on my pubic area and chest.
"Give it to me."
I was furiously pumping my cock trying to catch up to him as he shot wad after wad of hot cum on me. I had a vision of drinking his cum from a gallon bucket.
With one last grunt he shot his last wad on me and collapsed to his knees. When I started cumming, I arched my back off the couch and aimed my cock at the ceiling. I reached around and jammed my finger in my ass as hard as I could to intensify the feeling. Ropes of cum exploded from my cock and landed on my belly as I jacked it like a madman. David slid his hands up and down my thighs while he barked commands.
"Come on, you whore. Finger your little cunt. Come on. Show me that cum!"
I thrashed around on the couch until I wrenched the last bit of cum out my cock. I wished he was using me in every way possible. I wished he was fucking me. I wished I was drinking his cum. I wished he was still cumming on me. Oddly enough, I wished he was beating me!
I collapsed on the couch and slowly pulled my finger out of my ass. I was a quivering mass, looking through squinted eyes at my lover. I was covered all over with his cum and mine. I laid my hand on David's and squeezed it lovingly.
"That was amazing."
He leaned forward and licked our mixed cum off my balls. Then he gently sucked my ball sac into his mouth. I jacked my cock slowly, although there was no chance of getting hard again. I pulled my butt cheeks apart and he forced his tongue back in my ass. I leaned forward and kissed the top of his head and then relaxed back against the couch while caressing his hair.
Suddenly the door knob jiggled and we both jumped. I shot David a look of terror as I tried to cover myself with a pillow. He jumped up and snapped off the DVD player although we had long forgotten about the porn movie. Then he grabbed his t-shirt from the piles of clothes on the floor and hurried to get dressed, but not before the door burst open an in charged his wife. She had an armload of packages, but the bright sun outside prevented her from seeing me or her half-naked husband in the darkened room.
"Hi Hon," she chirped. You won't believe all the bargains I found. Everyone is having sales. I got a new pair of shorts, some new tennis shoes, and I got you a new shirt."
Her eyes didn't adjust for a few seconds until she closed the door and got used to the darkened living room. Then she saw David and me and dropped her packages. When she saw her husband, standing frozen in the middle of the room, with his cock hanging out and a naked stranger clutching a couch pillow against his crotch, a look of disbelief spread over her face and she freaked out.
"What's going on here," she demanded. "Who is he? What the fuck is going on here?"