2 comments/ 101963 views/ 11 favorites Man to Man By: jonstjohn I throw a towel over a shoulder and head toward the shower stalls off a hallway behind the men's locker room. My footfalls are light, but still there's a faint echo off the clean tiled walls as I walk, my feet sticking lightly to the tacky tiled floor. Turning right, I stride in front of the series of stalls that line the back wall of the building. The shower area is secluded. My cock bounces against my thigh with each step. All the stalls are vacant as I pass them by, looking into each porcelain cube. Finally stopping at the eighth stall, then glancing back the way I'd just walked, I know I'll have plenty of privacy here, in case I want to do a little more with the soap than just scrub my body. I consider my favorite move in the shower -- the soap and stroke -- as I hang my towel on the hook by the curtain and turn on the flow. The water quickly warms and I slip into the 6-by-6 cubicle. Could I get away with it? I do the soap-and-stroke more often than I fuck my wife. I have plenty of practice. Sure, I can get away with it. I had worked late and went straight to the gym from the office, looking forward to pumping away my aggravation. Aggravation from the job and aggravation from being able to only look, and not touch, the women I work with. Most are married, but don't hesitate to tease. Tonight I worked much later than usual. There were only a few people in the large, well-equipped gym by the time I finished my workout. At 44, I have to work harder than ever to stay in shape, to keep the flab away, to maintain some definition and tone. If I had worked this hard on my physique when I was 24, I'd have been on the bodybuilding tour. The hard work pays off when you find people, especially women, sneaking quick looks at your body when they think you're not paying attention. Sometimes you don't have to have sex with someone. Just knowing that they'd want to do it is good enough. That is, knowing they would give themselves -- if they could. On the gym floor, however, most of us pose in some fashion. No one ever looks too closely. At least not obviously. Well, tonight it was back and shoulders. A few sets with free weights. A few sets with pulleys. Then 30 minutes on the elliptical, stepping up the resistance every few minutes until my pores open and the sweat runs off me. For months I had noticed one guy, maybe 25, but probably younger, who always seemed to make it a point to say hello to me when we were there at the same time working out on the main gym floor. He had done it tonight. I usually respond with a greeting, but I'm not too friendly. It hasn't been the greeting, which is common, but the look that comes with it. It may be that it is a similar look that I give a woman to let her know I'm available to service her. In other words, the shoe's on the other foot. He has black hair, sideburns, with sort of an unshaven rough look. The guy's a bit shorter than my 6-1, but seems to work hard and has a chiseled upper body that is not heavily muscled, but well-defined. My first thought was that he probably has his way with more than a few women. But now, I'm pretty sure it's not women that he wants. The thought, unexpectedly, makes my cock surge. The water rolls over my body, washing away the shampoo in my hair. I wonder if my wife has kept some dinner warm for me. It's at least 9. The soap clears away the stench in my armpits. My eyes are closed and I turn away from the curtain. That young stud is very attractive. I find myself wondering about the feel of his flesh, the hardness of his cock and the taste of his mouth. My soapy right hand slides across my stomach and clasps my semi-erect organ, automatically beginning a pumping action. I feel the hot flesh pulse and engorge. Increasing the pace, I decide that I can cum within a minute and shoot my load into the drain on the floor. I've jerked off this way so many times. How easy it will be. As I aim my pole toward the drain and pump feverishly, my mind races with visions of homosexual lovemaking with the young stud who shows me attention. Maybe he's well-hung and I could only get half his cock in my mouth? I feel the orgasm begin to build as I continue to fantasize about wild gay sex mixed with my longstanding gym fantasy: Men and women using the same locker rooms and the same showers. Considering all the possibilities always is fruitful for masturbation. I hear the plastic shower curtain being pulled aside, then feel a wave of cool air and sense a presence in the porcelain stall. There are hands on my sides. I turn my head slightly to the left, startled. My erection shrinks quickly. It's the young stud. "Don't look," he says, then kisses my left shoulder. I want to grab his face and push it back against the stall's wall, but I don't. My next impulse is to speak up and put an immediate stop to his affections, but again, I don't. Then I think that I should step out into the hallway and end this tawdry rendezvous, throwing the curtain back and acting indignant with the young man. "How dare you," I would say. Again, I don't. His tongue runs up the side of my neck and into my ear. His breath is hot, heavy. He is anxious, trying to seduce this older man. I wonder how long he has planned this move? I usually shower when I'm done working out. It's not usually this late. Has he waited long for this opportunity? I again feel my cock suddenly engorge, coming to a full erection within perhaps 20 seconds because of the powerful actions of his tongue, his fingertips running across my body and the thrill of his illicit advances. He senses the arousal and brings his hand around my right side to grasp my shaft. He pumps my stalk. Over and over. His rod hardens against my ass, the head pushing against my crack. He quickly soaps his hand and pumps more. I throw my head back and enjoy the young man's efforts, knowing he has aroused a latent desire in me. I revel in it. He presses his muscular chest against my back and strokes my stiff cock -- faster and faster. It could only work with a soapy hand. My mouth is open and I moan. Seconds later, I blow my wad. I had several hard-ons today, watching the women I work with, wondering about fucking them, especially the married ones. The pent-up frustration comes out with the first blast of cum. The juice fires against the porcelain wall and splatters to the floor to be caught up in the whirlpool. My young stud bends his body around my right side, keeping a hand on my left hip for balance. His lips close around the head of my spurting stump. His mouth catches the next blast of semen, then another, and another. He's getting a good taste. His mouth bloats and his throat swallows shot after shot before his mouth releases the cock head and he finishes me with a soapy jerk-off. I moan, lost in the moment, barely able to stand, watching fascinated as his stroking drains the last drop and he shakes the semen off. After the spasms subside, I feel his erect cock sticking into the crack of my ass, then there is a pressure as he pushes on my shoulders. "Let me?" my young stud asks. For a moment I wonder about sexually transmitted diseases, but that thought gets swallowed up in the lust of the moment. I don't care now. I bend forward and lay my hands flat against the tile wall, spreading my legs for him. He turns the water off, soaps his cock and pushes it against my back door, using one hand to spread my ass cheeks. I arch my back toward his cock and he slides it up and in. I grunt with the pain, but take it all. The spongy head is forcing open an ass that hasn't been penetrated in a couple decades. That is, since some wild college days. "Nice equipment," I say, remembering and old expression. "Real nice." I feel his strong hands on my hips as he thrusts. We begin the fuck dance, undulating with each push. I fall in with his rhythm. Thrust -- push back. Thrust -- push back. Over and over. Time seems to slow as he fucks me, pounding away at my older asshole. After a while my canal stretches to accommodate his hardness and I begin to enjoy his rough treatment, lustily urging him to bang away -- harder and harder -- at my back door. His breathing quickens and he grunts, moans and begins to empty his cream into my asshole. I feel each shot of jizz as it blasts into me, hitting the top of the tunnel. The young man urgently pumps as his semen discharges explosively into me. Some of it leaks out at the point of our union and runs back down his cock. As his throes subside, he leans forward and lays his head on my back. He pumps lightly into me until his softening cock pops out of my hot, dripping hole. As the young man's cock withdraws, his leavings drain out and splash onto the tiled floor. Both of us are breathing heavily. I don't look as the shower curtain opens and he leaves. I turn the water on and soap my ass, washing away the vestiges of the young stud's man-seed. As I finish the shower, I realize I won't be telling my wife the whole story of why I'm getting home so late tonight. I also wonder if my young stud will be working out tomorrow night. I'll have to find an excuse to stay later at work so I can get to the gym later. Returning to the locker room, there is no one around. Music from overhead is interrupted by an announcement: "The gym will be closing in 30 minutes." Putting my work clothes back on, I look like a respectable middle-aged businessman as I leave the gym. Impressions are funny things. "Goodnight, Mr. St. John," the teenage attendant says as I pass the front desk. I smile, feeling the last bit of semen leak out of my ass. Yes, it has been a good night. Man-to-Man Intimacy I've written in my other stories about my bisexuality as a 54yo male living in the southwest of England. This shorter piece was written for a female friend of mine, who I met in the Literotica forums. She loves reading about man-to-man sex and wanted to me to relate my most recent experience. I wrote this piece for her; it's all true, and she really got off on reading it. She told me she reached a messy climax and she later sent me a photo of her wet sticky fingers that she'd had in her pussy while reading it. That's the best feedback any author can wish for. Anyway, here's the story, it's much shorter than my other stories on here, but hopefully just as intense. After my wife had left the house for work I drew a bath and spent time thoroughly cleaning myself inside and out. I'd arranged to spend the morning with James, a guy I met on the net earlier this year. We've met for sex twice and it was mind-blowing on both occasions. He's so easygoing and I relax so readily with him; I love having him use me. After exchanging texts I drove to James's house mid-morning as we both love morning sex. As arranged, he left his front door unlocked and I let myself in, called out a friendly "hello" to reassure him and scampered upstairs to find him naked in bed under the covers. I was so horny. I stripped, slipped into bed with him and we were all over each other. He smelt lovely having just bathed, and was rock hard and ready for me. James was the first guy I French kissed; it happened on our first date six months ago and our snogging has become very intense ever since. On this particular morning in his warm bed we spent ages kissing, cuddling and catching up, it was the most passionate encounter I've had with a guy and just as enjoyable as being with a woman. There is a big difference though; I enjoy being very sub with him and he gets so turned on at me being his little fucktoy. I think that's what I love most about being bisexual; with women I mostly like to take control, but with men I like to be more submissive. It's such a contrast in role and I feel so lucky to be able to have both. The foreplay with James went on for ages and we were working ourselves up ever so slowly to him fucking me, whispering to each other what we were looking forward to most once I'd have him inside me. I've never been so relaxed with a guy and spent ages on my side, my back towards him while he stroked his helmet against my hole and stuck his tongue in my ear and telling me what he wanted to do with me. By the time he eventually told me he wanted to fuck me I was putty in his hands. I love it when he manhandles me gently into position; he rolls me onto my back, pulls me to the edge of the bed and spreads my legs high in the air. Then he puts on a condom, smears Liquid Silk lube onto both of us, places my feet on his shoulders and guides his cock into me. This morning because of so much foreplay and the fact that I was gagging for him, he slipped in more easily than any previous penetration I've had. He held my feet in his hands and proceeded to fuck me beautifully. I've honestly never experienced anything quite like it and I love recounting it here. I had more confidence this time to tell him exactly what I wanted; I got him to slow right down and give me delicious long slow strokes, pulling almost all the way out, teasing me with his helmet, then very steadily entering me until he was balls deep. I'd reach down and play with his balls and feel his shaft with my fingertips as he withdrew. Then he'd take me by surprise and give me a few deep pounding strokes, our thighs slapping together in that lovely hard primal way. I begged him to pull out so I could roll over onto all fours and have him take me from behind. He reluctantly agreed as he loves having me on my back so much, but he later admitted that I looked gorgeous offering him my small round bum, my anus gaping from his penetration and my balls hanging down between my thighs. He reamed me in this position for a while, but his bed is a little low for it to be comfortable for both of us; he stands at the bed-edge while he's fucking me, so the right height is important. After a few minutes of this we returned to me being on my back. It was a very intense sexual act for me, being used nicely but firmly by a very accomplished lover. We were both really vocal and communicative during our fucking, I'd tell him what I wanted him to do with his cock, he'd respond by telling me how it felt for him, and we'd talk dirty to each other, me begging him to fuck me and treat me as his cum slut. We got quite carried away and he had to quieten me a bit for fear we'd be heard by the neighbors. I lost track of time but we must have been fucking for about 30 minutes before we both began to tire, so we took time out to uncouple ourselves and lie back together for some more gentle lovemaking with our tongues. Once we'd got our energy back I rolled over onto my side and James entered me from behind in the spoons position. We tried it last time we were in bed and I found it slightly uncomfortable but not today, it felt very natural and having his warm body so close to mine was heaven, feeling his weight on me as he slid in and out. It was very intimate this way, and I couldn't believe how close I felt to him as he fucked me so perfectly. He clearly felt the same way, telling me it was a rarity for him to fuck in this position and so I wasn't too surprised when he warned me he was cumming inside me. Although he was wearing a condom I could very distinctly feel his release, its sudden warmth inside me. We lay together for ages as he softened slowly and slipped out. What did surprise me was his confession that he hadn't cum for a week, so we were both keen to see how much was in the teat after he'd pulled out. I've never seen a condom so full, and I felt quite moved that I'd been the cause of it. I now completely understand why the women I've fucked just love it when I ejaculate inside them, whether bareback or not. This was the 3rd time we've been together and it was by far the best sex I've ever had with a guy. When I'm with a man I'm at my happiest when on my back, totally relaxed, my feet on his shoulders and feeling full of cock as his erection slides slickly in and out of me. I love seeing the look of wonderment on his face as he looks at his cock doing a disappearing act and also the sound of our groans and cries of pleasure. I'm always amazed at how warm a penis feels inside my rectum. I never imagined I'd enjoy being buggered so much, but I really feel quite slutty when I'm in that position. We cuddled up after our intense fucking session and talked about other things we'd like to try together. James wants to teach me how to ride him, and I want to master the art of riding a cock too. I love the thought of him lying on his back and me crouched over him on my haunches sliding up and down on him and feeling completely impaled. He says he wants to play with my nipples at the same time and use his fingers to feel his cock sliding in and out of my slick hole. We also want to have another threesome with a guy. My first MMM session was with James and a friend of his and I took to it like a duck to water. I've not repeated it but it was one of the most intense sexual experiences I've ever had, laying on my back while James fucked me anally and his friend Chris fucked my face. The feeling of being filled both ends was so powerful. I'd always enjoyed seeing a guy being spitroasted in porn and wanted to try it; the real thing completely exceeded my expectations and I badly want to do it again. I suggested to James that we also have a MMF threesome, as I know several mature women who find playing with bi guys a massive turn-on. Although he's bi, he says he tends to play with men more often but loves the idea of having a woman join us just so long as he gets to fuck me. I told him my fantasy (well, one of them) was to be on my back with him inside me and the woman sat on my face having me eat her out. I'd like it if we both finished all over her face and glazed her with cum strings. James was wanking me while I was telling him all this, and I ended up cumming all over his lovely smooth tummy. We finished our morning tryst by me cleaning up my own cum with my mouth and snowballing it with him. Oh fuck, I'm hard again just at the memory of it. We haven't met for a coupe of months since then; to be honest I was worried about getting too involved with him, but the itch is still there and will need to be scratched again soon.