My wife and boyfriend left on Thursday, February 1st to head for Myrtle Beach and a swinger's weekend. It's their second time going together. With luck, I'll be able to join them for the one in April.
It's not easy to find bi-guy-friendly swingers groups.
A coworker asked me on Friday what my plans were for the weekend, "Well, Mel and Tyler are out of town, so I'm going to get Indian food and sleep in."
I wasn't so forward with most of my coworkers about my relationship, but Adam had found out my Reddit handle some weeks ago and was thankfully discrete about it. It was kind of nice actually, we'd gone out to lunch a few times and just chatted about things.
He was in his late 50's and in a dead bedroom with his wife of 30+ years. Nothing at all for at least six months. "I live vicariously through stories like yours. They keep me from going nuts." I'd asked him if he were bi, "No, but it crosses my fantasies now and then."
About a week after the revelation came another one, "Actually, there's this adult store near me. I'll occasionally visit it, cause it's got this big old porn arcade. Gloryholes, you know?" He chuckled, "A blowjob through a hole...could be a guy, could be a chick, you don't know."
I'd never heard of the place, despite belonging to more than a couple cruising sites. It sounded interesting. But with Mel and Tyler around with their Olympic-level libidos, I didn't need much in the way of adventure.
If I did, I'd met this younger guy, Luis. Almost if you looked up 'Twink' in the encyclopedia. I'd hooked up with him while Mel and Tyler had been out of town over the holidays and twice more since.
But I was intrigued by his description of the place.
"Yeah, Indian food and oversleep. I might check out your porn shop, who knows?" I grinned at him.
Saturday night I rolled up to the place to a lone parking spot on the side. It was packed.
For the cost you could get a locker at the bathhouse, but I was still curious about what Adam was thinking, what he got up to.
My first take was that if he thought there might be a woman through a gloryhole here, it was wishful thinking. The place was packed with guys. Mostly north of 40, basic, average dudes. Georgia Bulldogs shirts. Ball caps.
I nodded as I walked past them, checking the joint out. Expansive, lots of room.
A guy stood near a booth over to one side, but wasn't inside. I nodded to him and pointed, "Mind if I..."
"Go right ahead." He said, grinning somewhat lasciviously.
I went inside and shut the door but didn't lock it. A bench was completely on one side, a decent size monitor across. A trash can and a hole in the wall rounded out the surroundings.
Five dollars went into the bill acceptor and I flipped to a bi movie. Then I glanced through the hole. An empty room with a half-open door. Dang.
I decided to get comfortable. I slid my Converse off and pulled my pants down and away, folding them and placing them next to me. My Chucks went back on.
Within ten seconds of my hard five and three quarters to six, depending, I heard the door next to mine shut. Again I glanced through.
Dude in his late 40's. Average build, glasses, hoodie. He was putting a five in as I viewed.
Once a video started he looked down at where I watched him. He didn't even hesitate. A bit north of uncut, slender six inches came through the hole, balls and all.
I applied my mouth. He was hard as a crowbar, not even reacting to my work. There was no chance of him being able to surge or twitch, he was so rigid.
The only thing I could feel as I worked him to his base several dozen times was his heartbeat, increasing in speed by the second.
..... OK, there's something I'm going to declare here: I don't suck a cock, get fucked or vice-versa every time I'm at a place like this or a bathhouse. Most of the time I'm a spectator. I take myself in hand for the view of things. I write these down because they're the ones where I DO act out.....
The only light of the room was the TV playing in mine. His was blocked by a fleshy groin area, trimmed, not shaved. I couldn't see anything else. My tongue was mostly my sensory organ here.
His heartbeat didn't swell him at all. His prick was as hard as any I'd seen, any I'd experienced. An angle upwards, giving me access to the lower parts of his shaft and head rather than the entirety. Guys are more receptive to letting their natural curves and angles stay while someone works them.
And he was. Less than two minutes went by before I tasted the first slow ooze on my tongue. I barely got the hint of a sweet, light flavor before a series of hard shots hit my soft palate. More than I was ready for. It forced me to gulp rather than swallow.
He was out of my mouth and out of the hole before the last dregs of cum had been sucked out. I couldn't even make out his features as he put himself away and walked out.
Shucks.
I sat back and flipped through channels. Lots of gay stuff. Lots of straight stuff. More bi stuff than I'd thought would be there, an excellent departure.
Also, I rolled his aftertaste through my mouth. He hadn't been very viscous. The thicker the cum is, the longer it sticks around.
The door next to me opened and shut again. I'd checked out the guy before, let's see what this dude did.
Nothing.
I was still almost as erect as the first cock I'd seen as I decided to check more of the place out. I pulled on my pants and shoes but left my fly down.
It was a bit less crowded now. Maybe a third fewer guys, most right around my age. All shapes, sizes and races.
Rounding a corner, I almost ran over over Adam...or rather, was almost run over.
Adam is well over six feet tall. He's a pretty heavyset guy, even though he's relatively active. His head is shaved and keeps a mustache/goatee combo in mostly grey. relatively well.
He was wearing a nondescript, blank grey sweatshirt and jeans. It's hard at this moment to think about who's eyes were wider.
I nodded noncommittally and rushed into the closest unoccupied booth.
A movie was already playing, the last occupant must have left early. I sat down and pushed my back against the wall.
Several minutes went by before I felt chill enough to keep up any adventure. It was about the same time I heard the door next to mine close.
First I could see glasses through the crotch-high hole. Two fingers followed.
I shrugged to nobody, pulled my sneakers, pants and underwear off again, then replaced my footeear. It's kind of a half-fetish of mine. An ex boyfriend used to like hiking in remote locations that way.
A few seconds later I pressed myself through the hole. Almost immediately I felt my cock surrounded by lips.
The guy wasn't bad. He wasn't great, but not bad. It felt like a person who rarely got the chance to do it, and was more into it for himself than the blow-ee. 'Not bad' won't get me to cum, but I'll still enjoy it.
He worked for only a few moments before I felt him remove himself and begin rubbing his own prick against mine. Frotting. He was at least six, as our cocks were alongside and his was poking against my bare groin while mine still had a bit of open air.
His pushing was insistent enough I decided to see if he wanted through. No sooner did I step back than he made it into my room.
It wasn't that much longer than mine, an extra quarter inch or so, but generously thicker. Circumcised and ghostly white on the shaft, the head only a shade or two towards pink. It reflected the light from the TV almost as if it were built for it. A pair of relatively small balls were tightly pulled up below.
The dude was pretty short. It was one of those were I couldn't bend over to get it, so I grabbed my underwear and knelt on it. I could trash them without worrying.
The taste was like soap with the tiniest bit of urine. Twice I went about halfway before burying my nose in his groin.
He reacted a bit less to back and forth movement and a lot more to slobbery, loose suction, flat, gentle tongue work. I obliged the guy. He twitched in response, his breathing compressing his groin slightly.
Maybe thirty seconds went by before I heard my door open. I hadn't locked it, it was reflex, right?
I pulled away from the guy and replaced my mouth with a hand, then glanced behind myself.
Adam was there, turning and shutting the door behind. I just turned back to the cock in front of me, what was I gonna do about it? He was here now.
He moved next to me, apparently to watch. Twice, he wiped sweat from his brow. "That's pretty hot, dude." He said. I held a thumbs up.
I saw him stand and pull his pants down. Then I concentrated on my peripheral vision.
If there could be a perfect length for me, I'd put it just about six and a half inches...Tyler's touch over 7 sometimes gets uncomfortable in certain positions until you get comfortable. There's also a perfect width, some small amount wider than myself. Tyler is also way wider.
Adam was, by my side-eye, perfectly proportioned. However, my 'ideal', and by no means my only favorite...my favorite is just about every cock I've been with...is a guy who's prick is just a hair upwards with relatively smooth shaft and slightly larger head. Cut or uncut doesn't matter, black, white, Asian or anything else doesn't matter.
My buddy, my coworker, was perfectly proportioned but his design was about opposite of my thoughts.
Huge veins crisscrossed his length. His circumcision scar was a near perfect band around it. His head was even textured. Only a few men in my history...ten or so...had glans with blood vessels pushing against the skin.
His balls were the same way, dangling low but riddled with a roadmap of circulation. I noticed he was also shaved. Perhaps my stories of being bald down below had inspired him? Maybe he just did it for himself.
He reached downward and pulled off his shoes, then his pants to match my dress code. He brought the slacks up and pulled out a small bottle. He squeezed some shining goop onto his hand and ran it up and down himself.
