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A bright warm Saturday morning in July finds me sitting on a third-floor balcony overlooking a well-maintained lawn. There are hedge rows along the driveway. There are a few trees on the grounds at Clarige House Apartmnts, some of which are deciduous, others evergreen. My red and black Harley Davidson is parked barely a meter to the right of the building entrance.
It is the residence of 52 year old Brian Hall, an architect employed by a nearby firm. I never asked which firm because it simply doesn't matter.
For the past few minutes since calling his cellphone to say that *quot;I'm here*quot;, we've been sitting at a square black metallic-lattice table. We've been conversing mostly about baseball, a sport that he played in high school. These days he's a diehard Cleveland Indians fan.
So how does a 23 year old wind up getting chummy with a dude twice his age?
It all began a few days earlier at the local gym. Having just completed my rigorous workout, I wanted to take a dip in the pool. Anyway, members are required to take a shower before going into the pool. It's a rule that makes perfect sense.
A sign on the door to the lockeroom said, *quot;Pool avaliability. Men: Mon, Wed, Fri. Ladies: Tue, Thur, Sat. 2nd and 4th Sunday.*quot;
I had processed that information subconsciously.
As I looked toward the door to the swimming pool area, I saw from behind a naked dude walking toward it.
I guess this is why the pool area is segregated.
Skinny dipping was a new experience for me, one that I would come to enjoy. I swam a few laps then went outside to lie in a chaise lounge in the courtyard.
Several men were lounging about getting an all-over tan. On a subconscious level I wanted to indulge in sex. I didn't care if the partner is 20 or 50.
I wasn't out there long when I spotted the stranger lying just a few feet away on my right. A towel covered his private parts. His fingers were busy near the bottom of that towel.
This is so cool. The dude is rubbing his dick through his towel. I'll bet he has a hard-on.
Being the horny Italian that I am, I fixed my gaze on his lap.
What a hunk! His body is muscular and his brown hair is a military style buzz cut. He's probably 6 feet and has very Kartal Escort little body fat. His eyes are blue and his lips are thin. His face is oval.
He rose and looked at me. *quot;I'm going to take some steam.*quot;
That being said, he let himself inside via the glass sliders.
I followed him to the steam room a few seconds later and settled next to him. I couldn't help noticing that his hand was still at the base of the towel.
I asked, *quot;are you into sports.*quot;
*quot;Baseball,*quot; he replied.
*quot;The Yankees are in town tonight.*quot;
*quot;Yes, I know. It's a 7 p.m. start time.*quot;
Are you gay? I hope you're gay because I am.
Those next few days that preceded this visit had passed quickly. There had been phone chats in which neither of us said anything too private.
He moved the chair closer and placed his right hand on me millemeters above my right knee. I looked into his eyes. That look gave way to our first kiss.
He leaned away from the kiss before it gave way to making out.
*quot;I could go for a cup of coffee.*quot;
?*quot;Sounds good to me,*quot; I replied.
I followed him to the kitchen and watched him prep the coffee.
Minutes later I took the first sip.
*quot;I went into the army out of high school, earned money for college then attended Ohio State school of architecture.*quot;
I asked, *quot;did you join a frat.*quot;?
*quot;Yah but it wasn't a gay frat. I married the girl whom I dated in college. By age 31 I kissed a man for the first time while I was still married to Kate.*quot;
*quot;When did your marriage end officially?*quot;
*quot;The divorce came through just a little shy of my 33rd birthday.*quot;
*quot;I attended Ohio University.*quot;
I had told him in previous chats only that I had pledged to a frat and related anecdotes about that life. I had also mentioed that I am an RN at Fairview Hospital.
We finished our coffee. He gave me another peck on my lips which I happily gave back.
By now my libido was screaming to be satisfied.
It occurrred to me that a gay man at an estblishment not billed as a gay spa had to find a way to attract a mate.
*quot;I used to watch you in the courtyard.*quot;
*quot;I need you to get naked and to masturbate for me.*quot;
I heasitated so he reiterated. Kartal Escort Bayan *quot;Get naked and masturbate.*quot;
I pulled off my grey short-sleeved Henley shirt and dropped it on the sofa. Without waisting time I removed my footwear and stripped off my blue cutoffs and briefs. I straightened up and stood barely two steps from Brian. Blood is rushing to my manhood giving me a hard-on which I am rubbing lightly.
*quot;Sit down and get comfy. I know you don't do it standing up.*quot;
I settled into the cushion chair to the left of the sofa and closed my hand my hard-on. Brian watched my hand sliding rapidly up and down. He knew that I was bent on ejaculating.
Seconds ticked away becoming minutes. My hand kept going until finally my cum squirted about 3 inches then squirted again. I slowed my hand but there had to be more inside me. I quickened the pace of my hand again making more cum squirt, this time draining myself.
*quot;I loved your show.*quot;?I gave a closed-mouth smile of satisfaction and decided to remain naked.
A second passed then I spoke candidly.
*quot;I love to masturbate. Cum squirting from my dick is a turn-on.*quot;
He noddded but remained silent.
I added that *quot;The first time I saw you rubbing it through the towel made me jerk off that night.*quot;
He patted the sofa inviting me to sit beside him. He put his face into my lap. His lips slid the full length of the shaft until the pink head touched his throat then slid back almost letting my dick out.
Since my coming out event which took place during my freshman year at Ohio U. I've drifted away from my high school buddies, all of whom are straight. There's a small group of guys with whom I occasionally hang out these days, all of whom once belonged to the gay fraternity.
The Saturday before Labor Day my cellphone rang in my pocket while Brian and I were hiking on a trail through the woodlands.
As the name scrolled across the screen a female voice identified the caller.
*quot;Hi Alan,what's going on?*quot;
*quot;I'm having the guys over here Monday. We can hang out at the beach.*quot;
*quot;Cool. I want to bring my boyfriend. Is that OK?*quot;
*quot;Sure bring him. Get here about 1 o'clock.*quot;
*quot;Cool.*quot;
That Escort Kartal being said, he ended the call.
*quot;That was Alan Kent, a friend from fraternity. He's having the guys at his place on Monday.*quot;
Alan is a blue-eyed blond, his hair framing his heart-shaped face. He has full lips which I had imagined touching my lips.
At 5 9 his eyes are two inches above mine making him tilt his head to kiss me.
Alans' boyfriend Todd Lawton is 5 9 as well. Like Alan, Todd is blond, but with a slightly darker shade of hair.
Monday afternoon turned out to be overcast, the kind of day that threatens rain. The weather didn't keep Brian and me away from Alans' apartment though it did make us reluctant to sit outside.
Brian and I came to the apartment complex at Hallwood Manor, a red brick two-story structure. I called my friend on his cell.
Brian and I gazed silently at our suroundings while we waited for our host to let us inside.
Approximately a minute after ending the call Todd and Alan came outside together.
*quot;It's just going to be us,*quot; said Todd.
I made an observation. *quot;It dosen't look like a beach day.*quot;
We started climbing the stairs.
*quot;This is Brian.*quot;
*quot;Hi Brian,*quot; said Todd.
The last thing either Brian or I expected was an orgy. A half hour into the visit lowered inhibitions left the four of us open to the idea.
Todd began swaying his hips while gradually stripping as though on stage in a club. It took him about a minute to get out of his clothes. Alan stripped naked as well and went to his knees in front of his boyfriend.
Todds' large dick slid gradually into Alans' hungry mouth until all of it was taken then slid backward almost to the tip. Alan pressed his hands on his lovers' buttocks.
I turned to my boyfriend.
He asked softly, *quot;do you want to get naked.*quot;
*quot;Only if I can have what Alans' getting.*quot;
The urge to suck my boyfriends' dick had been there almost since that moment when I first saw him in the courtyard.
Brian and I both got naked. Slouching against the back of the sofa I extended my legs and closed my hand around my hard-on.
My boyfriend sat next to me rubbbing one out.
We ejaculated at the same instant minutes after getting naked. By this time Alan was lying on his back putting one foot high over his chest while his body tilted slightly to one side.
Brian and I, having each shot our load, left our cum right where it touched while relaxing to watch our friends.