As much as I’d intended to wait for my husband’s arrival to blow another load (more like 10 probably) by the end of the day after my evening romp with Gil I was overdue. I was in the hotel’s very sumptuous gym fully and completely drenched with sweat when Gil’s text came in.
“Next message should be opened in a place where you can make a mess.”
Provocative certainly. And then the next text came in while I had the screen open. It was a video; but the initial still frame was indeed sufficient for me to add some highly viscous bodily fluids to my sweat-sopping jockstrap pouch. I didn’t even bother to look around and pushed play as I felt my already-accelerated breathing increase.
The zoomed shot was from a side angle across from the bed in that plush master of his where I’d banged him until I filled him with my load; his beautiful dark hard-on was at its maximum hardness and he had one muscular leg pulled back so his calf was by his ear. As he turned his face away from the camera with a distinct air of bliss his other hand had two fingers deep inside the depths I’d plumbed the night before. His face contorted more, his torso muscles flexed and rippled, his back arched, and a long moan echoed into my air pods. And then a long grunt, an even more greater contortion of his back, and a near fountain of cum which hit his hair-line and splattered down his torso audibly. Another, another, another, and even another followed; all the while Gil cried, “Oh Al. Keep fucking me. Sigue adelante guapo!”
My dick was indeed near to an explosion as I sat on the chest press bench; right as Gil’s body relaxed, his fingers came out and went to his mouth, his muscular leg gracefully lowered to the bed, and he turned to display his worked-out torso as he sucked his fingers with another of those blissed-out looks. He said into the camera, “I miss my handsome visitor. Ay mucho mas, mi señor Al!”
I was hunched forward in an unconscious attempt to both hide my screen and to savor the site at closer range. That was when I sensed someone standing very close behind me and to my left. I turned to see a very studly young Latino looking over my shoulder; his look was intent and his hand was on his own distended crotch. “Oh man sorry,” he said moving back very quickly. “I was going to ask if I could work in between your sets but I saw … and I … “. I just waited as I composed myself to do my last set. “He is very hot; so are you,” the unknown gym-hunk said and blushed.
I waited again and he just looked around the gym; at least both our heart rates were up from Gil’s show. “I’ve one more,” I said and adjusted the weight up for my last set and came back to rest on the bench; I was fueling my stamina with my horny frustration.
The gym-stud remained silent until I was done. When I grunted-out the last impossible rep and went and got a wipe to clean the bench and handles he asked, “Are you staying here too?” Then he face-palmed and said, “Duh Ray obviously he’s staying here!” to himself. Looking me straight he said, “Sorry man, that video has me distracted.” He gave his full crotch a grope and an adjustment.
I just said, “Have a good work-out,” and was on my way for my end-of-session cardio. Had I known what the next few days would bring I would have taken what was an obvious opening; at minimum I should have gotten his number. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
I sent Gil a message back. “You know I’m waiting for my husband to arrive.” Then I send another message. “But I’m male and I’m only human.”
He responded immediately. “VERY MALE! When can you be here?”
I messaged back that I wanted to do another hour more in the gym; cardio and stretching. Then a half-hour to shower and fifteen max to walk over. He shot back a pic of his hole still stretched and swollen from his fingers. “Forget the shower; that’s what my tongue is for! 🐷”
I thought about it but my dick made clear what my decision would be. I had my room key; what else did I need? “An hour max. I’ll jog if I have to!”
He sent back “👅” and I tried to run with eight inches of hard dick.
About fifty minutes later I was just a building away from his when I got a message from him. “Slight change of plans. How do you feel about three-somes?”
I knew Gil had a sugar daddy; now way he’d be able to live in a place like that on what he made at the hotel and he didn’t seem like he sold drugs. I’d stopped on Collins to read the text and to ponder my move when two things happened.
First another text from Gil; a very hot naked blond Anglo man in his forties. The caption said, “My man. His idea for you to join instead of me cancelling.” I noticed a detail in the photo I hadn’t initially seen: a wedding ring. The plot thickens, I thought.
The second thing was a slap on my shoulder accompanied by a deep voice very close-by. “Good run? Looking good, daddy!” As I took a step away from the sound a very hot and short late-twenties muscle-bound man was looking at Gil’s sugar daddy’s photo on my phone. “I’d hat that daddy too!” he said with a grin. “Fancy a three-some?”
Again, had I known what the next few days would bring I would have put him in the queue. “Thanks but no handsome,” I told him and then felt like I owed him, “Have a great evening stud.”
He grinned after having reacted to my brush-off and said, “I’m trying,” and headed off with the growing crowds on the sidewalk. Then I remembered what Gil had said about his benefactor not having sex with him and a wild (for me) plan formed and I thumb-typed as I walked up to his building’s grand entrance. “Buzzing at the door. Be sure you’re both naked and ready to serve me.” I pushed the button for his unit number and almost immediately heard the buzz of the electric lock. I felt my posture stiffen and I marched inside.
The penthouse door was open when I exited the elevator. As I neared the older gentleman showed himself, stepped back, and motioned me inside. “My boy said … “
I cut him off sharply and turned to him. “Your boy is MINE for the duration of my visit. Respond only to tell me you understand.”
“I understand.” His dick did as well; it wasn’t plumping but there was a drip at the under-sized tip. I glared at him and he got the message; that confirmed my spark down on the street. “I understand sir.”
I turned and saw a wide-eyed Gil watching. “You want this big dick again do you boy?”
“Yes señor!” he said eagerly.
“And my sweat?”
“Oh yes sir I do!”
“Well you’ll get both but after your so-called man here services my needs!” I said and turned in time to see the blond’s hard dick twitch. “Start with my hole bitch! It’s been a long day.”
Without a second’s hesitation the blond was on his knees and at my feet. He put his hands to the waist of my workout trunks, paused, and looked up at me. “May I sir?”
I saw Gil’s eyes widen; no grin, more surprise.
“You may. You may get my big dick ready to fuck your boy and show him what he’s missing-out on with an excuse for a man like you.”
“Thank you, sir!” he said with true gratitude. But before he could pull down my trunks I ordered him to stop; he did immediately and looked up questioningly.
“My sneakers and socks first!”
“Of course sir. My mistake sir. Perhaps sir would care to take a seat?”
“FUCK you; I don’t have all evening and you’re taking too long!” Honestly I don’t know where that came from nor where the shove back I gave him came from. Something between revving the whole cuckold scene and my frustration at it being nearly twenty-four hours since I got off. “YOU go sit there naked and watch while your boy gets a refresher on what it’s like to be with a real man.”
“Yes I will sir. I’m sorry that I disappointed you sir.”
“And keep the fuck quiet; neither of us need to be reminded of you. Perhaps you should wait in the hall.” He turned and began to go to the door. “Where the fuck are you going?”
“Sir?” He was genuinely confused.
“Did I order you to go to the hall?”
“Sir I heard … I’m sorry sir; you did not sir. I offer sir my apology.”
“Again!” I hmmmmphed.
“I offer sir my … “
“You are pathetic aren’t you? Get the fuck out in the hall.”
“Yes sir; thank you sir.” He hurried in his movements.
“And leave the door wide open so anyone from or for the other two penthouses can see you and see me fucking your boy.”
“Yes sir,” he replied and scurried out. To Gil: “Get the fuck on that bench,” I ordered and pointed to the entry bench that was in full view down the hall to the elevator.
I should add that Gil was hard as a light pole and dripping long strings of thick (and I knew) delicious pre. He was loving it! I’d sensed right about his “man” who was standing outside the doorway looking in and hanging fully flaccid yet playing with his balls with one hand and a nipple with the other. Whatever! Me I was hard and constrained in my workout trunks and jock-strap; all strained out in a huge bulging tent.
Gil made quickly for the bench. When he passed closest to me he said in a low rumble, “You’re fucking amazing!” and got onto the bench with his ass in the air. His beautifully inviting ass.
I wanted to eat that luscious hole and those furry mounds but I also wanted to fuck him hard and fast and lose my seed. He’d deliberately positioned himself so that his benefactor would have a clear view; his ass was facing the door but not dead-on so when I was behind him all would be visible down the hall. “I hope you’re lubed.”
“I can take it!” He shot back looking over his shoulder. When I pulled my trunks and jockstrap down below my aching balls his eyes widened. He spit into his hand and swiped around his dick-head and caught his cock-snot before quickly coating around his hole and pushing his fingers in quickly and roughly. A gasp and a sigh accompanied as did a very large glob of my pre.
I could see out the door until I took my place behind him. His man was still flaccid but a large drop of pre was on his small tip. I met his eyes and he looked away in shame.
I stepped behind Gil. “Make it hurt daddy!” he said loud.
I really have no idea what came over me; but I did what he asked me to. I SLAMMED myself into him balls-deep in one brutal thrust. His cry could be heard on Brickell I bet across the intracoastal. Then a pained, “FUCK yeah! Fuck me!”
I did. Hard, fast, deep, and my fingers dug into his waist so forcefully to hold him in place while I pile-drove him that I knew he’d have marks for days.
“Your hole is made for a dick like mine; a MAN’s cock … buried in your tight pussy that will be grateful for my load when I give it!”
“Oh fuck yes!!!” He shouted without a hint of his occasional accent. “Fuck me! I’m so close!”
“YOU CUM WHEN I SAY YOU CUM!” I grunted and pounded him harder.
“I don’t know if I can stop,” he pleaded. “Soooooo clooooooose,” he whined in a groan.
“You cum without me saying so and I pull out and give it to your so-called man,” I huffed out in panting breaths.
“I want it so bad and he doesn’t … “
“He’ll do what I want!” I shot back.
Gil turned and looked over his shoulder at me with I snarky look as he grunted through my thrusts and struggled to stay atop the bench. “Not helping me not cum daddy!”
“Ay!” he cried in frustration and began chanting in Spanish. I caught one a word here or there but was thinking he might be forcing his thoughts to some kind of statistics? Whatever it was I just fucked him harder and it sort of set me back; so I went on and on and sweated and gasped as I made my way toward the finish line.
“I really can’t Al. I need to cum so bad. Pleeeeeeese give me your leche. Pleeeeeeeseese,” he was begging.
My balls went from blazing to explosion so suddenly it made my entire body spark. “Fuck here it comes. You can cum boy!”
Before my jism hit my tip his ass-muscles clenched around me, his body was jolting, and he was shouting. I went into that near black-out I do when I cum hard and am over-taken.
I had slumped against the wall and Gil had collapsed on the bench when I regained full awareness; maybe when my turgid dick popped out of him in that ungracious de-coupling?
“Fuck,” I said when I could utter a syllable.
“Under-stated,” Gil said into the bench panting.
I turned and looked outside to the hall. He was wide-eyed and had dropped a puddle onto the terrazzo between his feet. I smacked Gil’s ass by way of a thank you and pulled-up my shorts.
And I left without a word. For the instant before the penthouse hallway elevator arrived and the doors opened I did not look back but heard, “You slut!” and the door close.
