This is the true story of a hot encounter I had while travelling with my fuck buddy a couple of years ago. I am a married bisexual man, forty five years old, six foot, one hundred ninety pounds and have a hairy body and a medium length beard. For a number of years, I have had a good fuck buddy Peter who is also hairy, masculine, forty five years old, six foot, three inches and two hundred pounds. We are both married with reasonably sexy wives, but enjoy meeting up for hot sex every month or so. While we do flip once in a while, Peter is usually the top and I love to get thoroughly fucked.
Peter had won a sales performance award for his work consisting of a golf weekend for two at a hotel about three hours drive from our town and he had invited me along. When we arrived, I was joking that his performance must have been pretty crappy if the prize was this shitty hotel. The hotel was ok, new and uninspiringly generic, but surprisingly enough had a very nice indoor pool and warm, bubbling jacuzzi in a large, glass-enclosed area with palm trees.
We took some gin and tonics down to the pool area, horsed around in the water and ended up relaxing in the jacuzzi. Until that point we were the only ones there, but soon a young couple arrived for a swim. They were both about twenty five years old, the girl was not very attractive, but was slender and athletic. The guy was about five foot ten inches, one hundred seventy pounds, smooth body, blond hair and about a two days growth of facial hair. He was wearing a speedo with and sported a respectable bulge.
In the jacuzzi, Peter and I were sitting a little closer than two hetero men normally would, but we didn't care. We nursed our gin and tonics and played with each other's package through our speedos. The couple soon joined us in the jacuzzi without any greeting or acknowledgement and we all sat there silently. The girl closed her eyes to enjoy the experience and the guy followed suit. He began to bat his eyes rapidly, apparently thinking we would think that his eyes were closed. In reality, we could see him batting his eyelids and his eye movements. He was totally interested and trying to see what was going on. Peter and I looked at each other with a knowing smile. I took my hand and massaged and tweaked Peter's nipple and he grabbed my package in an exaggerated manner. The guy's eye movement continued and if one could fly by flapping their eyelids rapidly, he would have achieved lift off.
After a while, the couple left for the changing rooms and Peter and I followed as we were ready to go to dinner. In the changing room, there was an open shower with four shower heads and the guy was standing under one of them soaping himself up. His cock was a little over average length, nice girth and his balls were newly shaven. I took my speedo off and chose the showerhead next to him and I noticed that his cock was slowly waking up.
Peter is a big talker and started up a conversation with the guy. The guy was checking out our cocks and Peter was, in a roundabout way, trying to find if the guy might be interested in something. As Peter is a talker, I am a doer, and I knew we didn't have much time since the guy's girlfriend was next door in the ladies shower. I nonchalantly told the guy that he had missed a spot washing his back and I reached over and started soaping his back. He leaned back into my hand enjoying the touch.
