Swimming Pool Exhibitionist

I'm at the swimming pool, cruising for hot guys in tight swimming trunks and speedos! It's a great way to spend an afternoon. I'm on the hunt for some spunk-spurting cock, and my ideal is getting it from horny guys gift-wrapped in brief swim trunks and speedos. I'm a fit and moderately muscular professional wrestler. I love wrestling, and nothing makes me hornier than stepping into the wrestling ring semi-naked in front of a baying audience with another half-naked guy ready to get it on for the top.

My promotion is visiting this area and putting on a show tonight. I’m working later this evening wrestling and fighting in the ring, but I'm over here this afternoon to relax and, hopefully, relieve my sexual tension before the bout. The guy I’m fighting is tasty, and I don’t want to throw a boner in the middle of the bout. It has been known to happen to wrestlers, especially hungry and exhibitionistic ones like me!

I absolutely love public swimming pools and gay saunas as places to cruise and pick up guys. I love checking out all the different pools in London and in some of the other towns and cities around the UK and Europe. We even do pro wrestling shows in some of them! This is one of the best pools I've been to in London! Built in the old municipal style, the swimming pool is surrounded by rows of changing cubicles, and the sauna is easily accessible from the pool.

A big plus for me are the pool attendants here. They are easy-going and always happy to help. My promotion puts on shows in this part of London quite frequently, so I’ve come to know some of the male staff here, and I've had my fair share of fun tasting the spunk of many of the especially randy male attendants here. It means that I'm more than comfortable wearing these exhibitionistic cum-checkout-my-arse-cheeks swimming trunks!

They are crimson red, with a one-inch width on the sides. They provide support at a comfortable wrapping and packaging stretch, readily enhancing my constantly up-and-down nine inches plus of thick, speedo-loving cock. Just the sight of them in my bag and the feel of them in my hands gets me all excited! They're thin, with the insides cut out and made of a Lycra/Elastane mix.

I've been using them for a while now, and they've loosened up nicely with regular use in the pool. The result is a nice, swinging bulge—not crushing my cock and balls like when I first wore them. With time and frequent use and being soaked in sweat, cum shots, pool water, and piss, they have become looser, which causes them to ride readily into my arse crack when I walk around the pool's edges. I appreciate it even more when I'm actively swimming. I become aroused and visibly excited when people appreciate me and discreetly or overtly eye me up, hungry or ravenous for a drink from my piss and spunk faucet. It’s the same feeling I get in the wrestling ring in front of wild, appreciative audiences while wearing the small trunks that I do when I fight.

I have been in the pool for an hour and am considering packing it in and leaving. It just does not seem to be all that busy this afternoon. I climb out of the pool via the steps and saunter towards the male toilets. I have enjoyed a lot of fun in the past in there, and I check to see if anybody else is hanging around seeking some action. There is nobody around, so I just decide to take a piss. I pull my meat out over the top of the trunks, exposing the red cock ring squeezing hard at the base of my meat and my dark, neatly trimmed pubic hair. I unclip the ring but leave it on, and the hot, steamy piss, unhindered, cascades its way into the shiny bathtub urinal.

I take a sideways glance at myself in the large metal mirror, oddly next to the urinal. I have played with and tasted more cock swiftly extracted from wet speedos in places like this than I can recall. Standing semi-naked in the cold and pissing out the only heat in the place I can feel, my frame looks tall and muscularly lean. These swim trunks are made for cruising and exhibitionistically accentuate my glutes and muscular thighs. My fully loaded and unspent meat looks large and thick in the mirror.

I shake my chopper, and it flops about heavily in my hand. With my piss fully drained, I begin to masturbate. I was just going to blow my load here and now before leaving, but I halt when I hear a man entering the restroom. He is an older, podgy-looking guy, which is not what I'm looking for today, even though I regularly side-hustle as a gay male escort. However, you never know, so I start to do my rent boy thing, and I stand there with my cock out of my trunks, just hanging, while I look at the ceiling and the wall in front of me. I release a small amount of urine to show him that I am standing here with an oversized cock protruding over my swim trunks for a very good reason. I grunt and cough a bit to draw his attention, but I play it casual in case the older guy is interested.

When punters are interested, they’ll eye me up and down and stare fixedly at my heavy package, which I’ll indiscreetly flex against my cock ring. The cock bulge shifts and moves up and down in a very enticing way. Here, though, with my cock already outside my trunks, I'll allow them to see it openly on full display and again indiscreetly flex my chopper once more. If they appear to respond, I will pull at my meat, stretching it forward and shaking it, all while keeping the appearance of just finishing a piss.

If I am renting and the punter engages, you have to say that and then negotiate a quick price, which is risky in a public swimming pool if the guy gets offended at being asked to pay. Some people will report you to the desk staff, which is a bit more awkward but then gets you banned from the pool. The attendants here always tell me to be discreet, and I accept that. But it's all part of the fun! They know I work as a wrestling rent boy, but they also love my expert cock-sucking, which I provide at no cost to them but with intense pleasure for them and for me.

As it turned out, he wasn't interested, so I clipped up the cock ring again, then adjusted my cock for length and thickness before tucking it all back into the red trunks. I glanced sideways at the mirror, then adjusted my package to accommodate the front-pointing bulge, bringing it up slightly around the sides and over my solid bum cheeks, revealing just a hint of crack. The wet material hugs my thick, semi-comfortable body while still outlining every throbbing vein running along the barely blanketed meat. The tight cock ring further elongates and protrudes my bulge, which will extrovertly attract the attention of anyone that I pass in the pool with more than a casual interest.

So, with my manly man meat fully packed, I tie the cord tight but leave some string outside my trunks. It hangs downward and draws further attention to the bulge in my trunks. You can see that I am well practiced in this kind of thing! I head out into the open pool. As I walk, my bulging swim trunks shift from side to side with an enhanced swinging motion. I sit on the side of the pool and lean back, looking up at the audience. There are a few people sitting down, but there are not that many people in the pool.

I recall how I once had an escort client here who booked me to walk about this swimming pool wearing only a black thong. He sat at the very front of the audience area, leaning over and closely seeing my every move as I entered and exited the showers, toilets, and pool. I was to enter the pool by sliding into the water while overtly exhibiting my wet package, and exit the pool similarly slowly as the water ran down my back and over my muscular buttocks.

I was lucky enough to be acquainted with Ricky, a gay attendant who was really into me. We both took advantage of the opportunity that late morning to earn some easy money. Bribing him allowed me to engage in my exhibitionist entertainment for approximately 30 minutes without any hindrance. After that, I went ahead into the nearby sauna to engage fully and to completion with the client and then receive payment for my little, or not so little, show and services rendered.

Later, I went the extra mile, and by way of extra thanks, I gave Ricky a blowjob in the toilet cubicle. He returned the favour by fucking me there, me naked, my swimming trunks down at my ankles, and him in his staff uniform. He has a rent boy-grade cock of his own between his legs, so it was extra anal fun for me after I had fucked the client. The client was also thrilled with the wet and spunky thong in a small plastic bag I gave him as he left.

Anyway, in the here and now, I feel my cock enlarging, recalling the fun I had doing that swimming pool exhibitionist scenario, so I dive into the cool water and feel myself sinking to the bottom before I bring myself back up to the surface and swim a length to the other end of the pool. I get to one end of the pool, and as I climb out, my wet trunks slide enthusiastically into my crack. It's a purposeful and transparently exhibitionistic display for the public to see! Usually, I don't bother to finger them out again before I jump back into the pool. When I do finger them out of my crack, it's primarily to enjoy the sensation of my finger sliding over my shaved fuckhole and to feel my own buttocks flexing to the touch. My cock is constantly up and down in my trunks, and my fuckhole, which the trunks barely cover, is always ready to receive another man's tongue and cock. Well, I am really hoping for that this afternoon!

I start to climb out of the pool, but I hang there, half in and half out of the water. My arsecheeks stand out with pool water running off the mounds of muscle and the trunks clinging over my wet skin. I was wondering what I should do—stay or go—when a woman swam up close to me and fixed her eyes on my bum cheeks. I glanced over at her; she was focusing on my rear end, and she smiled at me, not embarrassed, before leaning into the poolside beside me and overtly examining the wet, clinging bulge at the front of my trunks. I was excited a bit for being noticed—even though only by a woman—and I began opening and closing my legs slightly and deliberately flexing my glutes a few times in front of her. Her gaze shifted to my cheeks with heightened interest, and she pursed her lips.

I fall back into the pool. She brushes against my naked body under the water, her touch reaching my aroused crotch. The touch was subtle, pressing against the bulge, lingering as I grunted, and then gently pulling away. I smiled at her without saying anything, and she also remained silent. I repaid the compliment by stroking her thighs while my legs were still under the water. I love discreet sensual exhibitionism as well as the more overt kind. Obviously, both she and I are aware of our good looks. So, we indulge in mutual swimming trunks and bikini play. I begin to erect, hanging in this position at the poolside, and she begins to see the full strength of my cock meat as it pushes hard against the wet fabric of my thin trunks. Her eyes widen, and she is clearly aroused.

I sometimes wonder if women like the new trend for guys to wear boxer shorts instead of real, old-style swimwear these days. The fact that I never wear Taliban shorts or boxers makes me stand out in the pool crowd. I once spoke to a female swimming pool attendant, and she told me she likes to see guys wearing tight trunks with chunky bottoms. She enjoys the influx of East European guys who know how to properly dress in the swimming pool. I was compelled to concur with her, particularly since I have tasted a significant amount of that masculine East European cock meat in the showers and pools of London. In fact, I have wrestled dozens of East European wrestlers in wrestling rings all over Europe. They're all great guys, and a few of them are more sexually ambivalent than they would like to admit.

Nevertheless, I climb out of the pool and stand straight up, very semi-naked and tenting my trunks, while she gazes directly up at me. Her mouth opens slightly as she takes in the unusual angle. I pull my trunks up at the sides, and my penis package shifts visibly, bouncing heavy between my legs. The head of my meat poked out the side, followed by the substantial length of my tubesteak! I wanted her to see how hung I was because that is my kind of overt exhibitionism. She pursed her lips again, licking them, and appeared excited about the view above her head. I decide I have teased her too much and leave her in the pool, turn around, and continue into my cubicle. She looks back at my flexing bumcheeks, her eyes wide with admiration. I go straight into my changing cubicle, then take the bench seat inside, leaving the door wide open so I can casually look out. She looks at me from the water as I sit back, adjusting and squeezing my wet, clinging red bulge in the cubicle. I momentarily consider pulling my hard cock out of my trunks again and entertaining her from here for a bit. Red being the colour of raw male carnality, it's a great look!

I reach into my jacket and grab a sports drink, downing some greedily, then feeling invigorated. I always add creatine powder to my sports drinks because it gives a fuller, pumped effect to the muscles. I stand up, staying inside the cubicle, bend both my hands forward, and pump-flex my meaty, muscular pecs. My nipples point outward in the cold, so I squeeze and pull them as I brush down my chest. My nipples are very sensitive and respond readily to cold water and finger stimulation. I drink again from my bottle, wishing it were a big, stiffy full of cum. I turn sideways and give the girl a sideways view of my bulge, now protruding heavily. She dips her hand into the water, prompting me to imagine her fingering herself under her black bikini and imagining my cock sliding deeply into her.

I wondered if she had a boyfriend and I’m then thinking that if he looked the part, I would fuck her with her boyfriend taking part, but this is not the reason I’m here, so I close the stable door and sit back down. I remember so many times when I wrestled in the ring and the reactions of some of the women in the audience to our very semi-naked displays of violent male-on-male wrestling. The bouts would often get bloody and the women would go mental watching us ripping into one another. Hall staff have often told me that at the end of the evening, the seats smell heavily of excited women.

I smile to myself and think that, despite the obvious attention of this girl, I fucking love being a man, but especially being a hung gay man and having casual and intense sex with other men. I glance at the mound in my trunks and think about some of the handsome men I've met here. Either servicing ourselves and each other in the showers or sauna or going back to his place or my hotel. I’m staying close to this swimming pool. My hotel room is only a short distance away. Typically, we would conclude the interaction at this pool, and I’d only want to finish at my hotel if I was confident that the sex would be intense and energising.

The same is true if I'm doing rent-boying and interacting with any of the paying clients I'd occasionally encounter here. I squeeze the bulge in my trunks, and I feel my cock rising and thickening. Then I hear a noise knocking at my cubicle door.

I pull it open, as he is already pushing in. “Hi Iain! How’s it hanging?” This is Geoff, one of the hottest-looking attendants who works here. I pull the door open, as he is already pushing in. We work out at the same gym, where my wrestling promotion has arranged guest training sessions, and know each other well. I thought it was the woman wanting to taste me!

I pull my hand aside and show him how I'm hanging as I check the bulge in his tracksuit trousers.

“Mmmm. Hanging heavy, I see!”, he says with a smile.

“I’m horny, Geoff! I’m fucking gagging for cock! Give me a taste of yours.” I reached forward and put my hand on his crotch. He doesn’t resist but looks out quickly and shuts the cubicle door behind him. “If you insist, stud!” I can feel his bulge quickly swelling. I pull his work shorts down as he reaches in and pulls his cock and balls fully out. He is wearing no underwear, but Geoff was always a sexually aggressive guy.

“I need to be quick, Iain, as I’m working in the sauna area today.” He hands cranks his cockmeat up and I get off on the cock-slapping sound till it is almost erect and he presents it to me stiff and tasty.

I wasted no time and locked my lips around his hardened meat. As he leans back on the stable doors and moans quietly, I relish the taste of his man meat. “Fuck! That feels good.” He murmurs at me while rolling his hands in my wet hair. I suck backwards and forwards, running my lips all along the length of his cock with my tongue, then circling around, flicking, and pressing hard underneath and around the head. I am extremely hungry and crave nourishment. I run my hands over his well-trained, solidly built arse with the intention of parting his naked cheeks and tasting his tight fuckhole.

I love rimming a guy's anus, especially Geoff's sweaty and hairless winking fuckhole. Before I can turn him around, he grabs my head, pulling my hair tighter, shudders and then his cock erupts into my mouth as I quickly gulp down the hot, fresh spunk from his tube. He pushed his hard-on further into my mouth, slowly face-fucking me, and I drew out and swallowed every fucking drop of spunk he unloaded. Fuck! It was short, but hot and spunky! He had a great load there, so he must have been very horny.

“Well, that was quick!” I say this as I sit back on the bench, wiping the spunk from my lips. My own cock is now fully erect outside the top of my trunks. I held it outward, inviting him to suck or hand-crank me. I have a heavy load myself. I can already feel it bubbling in my balls.

“Man! You always make me shoot too quickly! You are incredible at sucking cock!” He squeezes his now-softening meat along its length and ingests the final amount of spunk that oozed out of his bell end onto his hand. “I want to stay, but I need to get back! I saw you on the pool camera, half-naked, looking hung, slutty and hungry for cock and wanted to say, 'Hello!' Are you at the gym tomorrow?"

"I feel used!" I said, laughing. "Yes, I’ll be at the gym. My promotion is here for the whole week. We can train together!"

"Then afterwards… Oh! Are you still wrestling at the weekend?" He asks this because he enjoys watching my wrestling bouts, usually with a raging boner going on.

"At the weekend, yeah, I can get you a front-row seat." I offer. "I have a bout tonight. I've been booked in as a late replacement as the guy is still injured from his bout last week."

"Thanks! I'll definitely buy that! I can't go tonight as I'm working here. You'll be on the video, though? Tomorrow?" I nod my head, wishing I could have rimmed him. He has the arse cheeks of a demi-god. Before leaving for work, he quickly glances outside and stuffs his large, wet dick into his shorts.

I stand up and casually squeeze at my still unspent cock bulge, then take another swig of my orange juice while enjoying the sweet aftertaste of Geoff's hot spunk and looking out over the pool. I don’t see the black bikini girl, and I imagine she is in her cubicle, fingering herself frantically till she cums all over the cubicle door.

I step back, then strip off my trunks and loosen the leather cockring strapped around the base of my cock and balls. As I shake and stretch my cock, I can feel the warm blood moving back into my flexing meat. I stand there, completely naked, and gaze down at my naked tube steak. I use one hand to flex and tug at my cockmeat, and the other to wipe my face with the inside of my wet trunks. I sniff and lick at them and inhale the chlorine smell from the pool. I wish there were more thick globs of Geoff's warm white cum on them!

I'm on the verge of putting on my gear and heading to a gay sauna, where I always anticipate experiencing an intense, sexy encounter or four, when a man enters the pool and catches my attention coming my way. I am now leaning over the cubicle door, my soft cock pressing against it. I slowly frot and rub my cock against the cubicle door, imagining other guys wanking and shooting their loads over the cubicle and toilet doors, admiring the sexy bodies in the pool.

My heart races a little as I recognise him as a Japanese-looking man with a sharp, attractive face. He walks in my direction. Dressed in black jeans and a white t-shirt, he enters the cubicle next to mine. I caught his eye, and he raised his eyebrow as I raised mine in return, quickly exchanging a mutually familiar and inviting man-to-man look.

I'm instantly hot for this guy! I fantasize—I hope—that he might be gay and horny for some packed speedo fun. Looking down, I start to pull at my excited, lengthening cock meat and slowly masturbate, pulling my length outwards as I do so.

I notice a pool of water on the floor. It's like a little mirror, and conveniently, I'm watching him undress from the bottom up. I want to see more, so I press my still-soaked trunks down on the floor where our cubicles meet. I want to make a bigger water mirror and take in a wider reflected view. He comes out of the cubicle wearing black hipster trunks. I'm not too impressed, but he looks great! He has a toned physique, yet his trunks lack the minimal style I like to see on a guy at the pool. As he closes his cubicle door, he looks over at me. In my cubicle, I'm standing there completely naked, clutching my red, skimpy trunks in my hands. I gaze directly into his eyes, giving him a smouldering stare, while slowly wiping my muscular shoulders with my hands. I step back and purse my lips slightly.

He stands in front of me, comes closer and looks over the stable door into my cubicle. I see that he is intrigued, so I show him how skimpy my trunks are and then lower my gaze. He follows my eyes downward to see that I'm totally erect now—very long, very thick, and very stiff! I flex and pulse my cock muscles as I drape my red trunks over my elongated tube steak. The flimsy garment bounces obscenely up and down like a flag flapping from a long pole and signalling red alert. When I look up, I see him staring directly at my body over the cubicle door. He is now totally wide-eyed, wide-mouthed and enjoying what he can see. I flex my pecs and tweak both of my sharply pointed nipples for added effect. He looks at me, smiling and clearly grasping my message, albeit blatantly displayed.

I move towards him, thinking to lip-lock with a cruisy, intimate "Hello!" but he goes straight back into his cubicle. I look down at the water mirror again and see a reflection of him quickly taking his hipster trunks off. He tugs at his bare cock, and it's clear to me that he's also working on a decent-sized boner as he now rummages through his kit bag. He pulls out another pair of trunks, but this time much smaller and briefer, I think.

I kneel down and push my boner down, forcing it partially under the thin wall that barely separates our cubicles. I feel him grab it and stroke my meat a few times, hard enough to make me grunt, before he goes outside. I pull back my jism-dripping erection and stand up to see him standing in front of me at the edge of the pool. He is positioned with his back to me, and the material of his black bikini trunks is curved over his very meaty, square buttocks, revealing his impressive physique. He turns sideways and stretches, then looks down at the upwardly packaged bulge in his tiny black posing trunks. He squeezes and pulls at his meat as he looks over at me. He puts a finger in the top of his little trunks, and with his boner still pointing straight up, he fingers his cockhead, then licks his juice off the same finger. I'm getting excited by the sensual and overt cock display and by his horny-looking black trunks as he turns and makes his way along the pool towards the showers.

I can't wait to get intimate with him in the toilets and showers; I want to fuck him. I want to have him grunting and moaning in ecstasy as I force him up against the wall and pummel his arse crack. I turn around and reach into my kit bag for another pair of swimming trunks and quickly pull out a pair of thin, light blue Lycra ones. I pull the trunks on, and as I do, I see the guy disappear into the toilet and shower area. He stops and looks back at me. My erection is so strong that the flimsy, well-worn trunks can barely hold my meat in. I have an erection that is barely contained, raging beyond the top of my inadequate trunks and pointing straight up. My erection is so long that it touches past my naval. I wait a moment, hoping and wishing for my dickey to drop a little, but it does not and will not. The Viagra I took earlier is clearly working! Instead, I wrap a pale blue cock ring around the base of my meat and balls.

The colours of my wrestling and swimming trunks all match the cock rings I own. Just as I always wear a cock ring in the swimming pool, I also wear one in the wrestling ring. It makes the bulge of my cock more noticeable, which appeals to both my male and female wrestling fans. My cock rings all match the colours of my swimming and wrestling trunks. Just as I always wear a cock ring in the swimming pool, I also wear one in the wrestling ring. It creates a more prominent cock bulge, which both my female and male wrestling fans find attractive.

A single drop of white, creamy spunk oozes from the bell end of my pornographically hung cock. His eatable Japanese arse wedged into his tiny bikini-posing trunks is all I can see in my mind. Out of sight, but still within reach if I seize the moment quickly.

I'm stuck waiting in the cubicle, completely naked except for my sexy light blue trunks. I'm so fucking horny, but my chopper just won't come down. I can't just casually go out with this massive erection, but I'm feeling too horny to calm down. The cock ring thickens my rod, of course, but that is why guys wear them. Like I said, I wear mine under my skin-tight 501s and always under my swimming and wrestling trunks.

I take a quick look outside. The only person between me and my target is the bikini girl sitting next to the showers on the other side of the pool. I quickly lick the cream off my fingers, then push my huge, resistant erection firmly into the left side of these flimsy trunks and squeeze as hard as I can. I flex my cock in my hand, and if I don't move now, my load will explode all over the fucking door.

I finally get my junk—fully locked and loaded—into the packed front of my swim trunks. I slowly open the door with one hand and, with the other unsuccessfully covering my bulge, do a running dive straight into the pool! Oh man! I can feel the cold water cascade over my frenzied, sexually aroused body, causing a turbulent but thrilling sensation around the sturdy cylinder of thick, erect cockmeat falling out of my swimming trunks.

I can see the other side of the pool and the black bikini girl from under the water, and I come to the surface just below her. She spreads her legs and looks down. I say a quick 'Hello!' and flash a smile, but before she can react, I'm up out of the water, then crouching down beside her. Our skins touch and I get up. My trunks are fully wedged into my muscular bum crack from the squatting position. She also noticed the length of my cock protruding sharply and heavily from the side of my yielding blue trunks! My big, beautiful purple glans are proudly on display, sticking out right in front of her gob-smacked face! I know what I look like. I have a deep passion for cock, especially the priapic fetishism associated with worshipping and flaunting it. My cock is so big, I can suck myself off. I adjust myself in front of her and tuck my junk in again, but leave my dickhead above the overcrowded trunks. I am quickly on my way from the pool to the shower room.

I am sure she is just pleased to see my toned glutes again and believes I am in a hurry to get into the toilet to pee! She reaches down with her hand over herself, and the light blue trunks partially wedged in my chunky, muscular bum are clearly exciting her. I’m excited and hard too, but for somebody else who has what I have between his legs.

I stepped into the shower room, but the guy wasn't there. As I hurriedly emerged from the shower, I noticed him standing in front of the urinal, his eyes focused on me.

My eyes were on his skimpy black and very high-riding swimming trunks. His magnificent buttocks were, like my crotch, on prominent display. His genitals were packaged to perfection in a packed and protruding mound.

I have a massive fetish for swimwear, and his arse looks magnificent in his trunks. He looks back at me, then drops his gaze to mine and the massive left-leaning bulge in front of them. I pull on the drawer string and lift the front, and, as I expected, my fully erected tubsteak falls out, pointing outwards and upwards from the left side of my swim trunks.

My elongated meat is his to taste. His eyes widen, his mouth opens, and his tongue licks his lips. Then he began to flex his buttocks in my direction. I think he's telling me he's ready for me with a cheeky bounce of his bottom. I'm so horny now!

He reaches back and pulls his swimming trunks up into his arse crack, giving the impression that he is wearing a black thong. His meaty, muscular arse cheeks are on full display, and now I know I am going to rip him a new and wider fuckhole. I cannot wait to get deep inside his bum cheeks and fuck him until both of our cocks explode in streams of hot cum.

I approach him and take a position beside him. He nods toward his package with his head, his cock still wrapped inside his swimmers but clearly tenting. He is inviting me to reach over and unwrap the exciting package for myself.

We touch naked thigh to thigh, and as I reach across, I caress his buttocks, then move to his front to inspect and squeeze his bulge and the soft, dry material of his trunks; he flexes his cock under the trunks, just like I did in the cubicle, and he moans softly a little.

I approach from behind him, inserting my penis inside his arsecrack without stabbing inside him, and then I reach forward to insert my hands into the tops of his trunks. I take hold of his cock and slowly want it up to erection.

He is now holding his hard-on, while mine is fully extended and parking itself inside his muscular crack. He turns to me, and we lock lips. Our tongues fuse hungrily and aggressively. I come around to his front as he turns more towards me.

We move our lips fiercely around each other and are now enthusiastically and passionately wanking, slapping, and slamming our stiff, rigid cocks together. I press closer to him, pulling his head towards me and pushing my tongue deeper into his throat. Our cocks meet and press against each other, and my erection stabs against his heavy, hard-breathing stomach.

He reaches down and starts pulling on my cock, jism and cumin oozing from the head into his hand. He squats down in front of me, then sucks gently around my cockhead, then more fully down the length of my meat. I want my head to be beneath his open-legged squat so I can lock my tongue onto his manhole. I push my thickly hung meat harder and deeper into his gaping mouth, but it’s too big, and he gags on it.

I at once withdrew, positioned my erection to the side, and extended an invitation for him to lick my balls and cock length. With one hand, I reach back and play with my own arched cheeks, feeling the wet swimming trunks against my skin. I move a finger into my crack and begin fingering my wet hole. I raise my hand, wet my finger, and taste the swimming pool water.

He starts wanking me off but needs to use both hands, and I'm already too close to cumming, so I pull him up onto his feet and start kissing his welcoming mouth. He moans quietly as I grab his spiky hair, pull his head back, and then descend onto his neck and throat. I'm eager to sample every inch of his soft, smooth skin and muscular torso.

With both hands, I reach behind him, gently separating his cheeks. I'm playing with and tugging at his black trunks, feeling and pulling the sides of them. I'm touching and feeling every part of his body.

I squat down in front of him, and my mouth connects straight to his solid, throbbing cockmeat. I take his meat straight into my mouth, and in one go, my tongue is embracing his cock and moulding itself to it. He gasps and pushes forward. “Fuck me! Please fuck me.” He moans, and we look towards the toilet cubicle. In there, I can pull his trunks aside, push him firmly against the door, then forcefully enter his fuckhole and fuck his brains out as my seed spills into his guts. As I have done to dozens of other guys here before.

I forcefully turn him around, descend behind him, and, in a frenzied moment, my tongue is probing his arsecrack with those wet black trunks that are now thong-like and separating his cheeks. I pull them apart further, and he sticks his beautiful, smooth cheeks into my face. He is so eager for it! I'm tasting his crack and then settling on that delicious, spikey-haired, hole. He begins to flex the anus, opening out and then closing in, while I’m licking and looking. Fuck! I feel my juice surging, and I'm about to cum.

He is slightly bent over in front of me, holding his cheeks apart with both hands. I'm jerking off furiously with both my hands. I'm on the verge of tongue-fucking him completely. Then we hear a noise, which means that someone is about to enter.

I panicked and jumped up, but just as I was doing so, I shot a huge load all over the urinal! I quickly get one hand in front of my erupting cock head and catch most of the sperm as it splatters into my open palm.

I was so fucking loaded and horny that I couldn't keep my load in. I leave a white streak of thick spunk on the urinal wall and then watch in awe as my Japanese fuck mate leans across and delicately flicks the thick dollops of cream off the wall with the tip of his tongue. He wipes his face with my hand, which is full to brimming with my fresh and still hot white spunk. I begin kissing and licking my cream off his face while also feeding him my juice. I have him eating out of the palm of my hand.

My swollen knob hangs over the urinal, partially softened but still thick from the cock ring. I look down and see that my cock is still hard. The long spear is still outside my swimming trunks and throbs sensationally as I flex it against my leather cock ring.

The person coming in had gone straight to shower, so he didn't get to see us getting busy with one another. We both stand at the urinal, holding our genitals in our hands as if peeing, waiting for the person to leave.

I'm fingering my friend's wet fuck hole, preparing him for a deep, hard fuck. He smiles and shifts his weight eagerly onto my probing finger.

We hear the showers being switched off then a decent-looking young man stands and pauses at the toilet entrance. He can see our backs and our swimming trunks still wedgied into our muscular arse cracks. He squeezes his own crotch, then comes over to the urinals where we are standing. 

He approaches us, then stands quite close to me and pulls his dick out of the top of his black swimming trunks, then pulls his large foreskin back towards his shaft to urinate. He doesn't make direct eye contact, but he's clearly aroused with a very obvious semi.

He looks down, then over, as all guys do, to compare the size of the dicks. I adjust my trunks slightly to cover the cockring, holding the base of my cock and balls tightly as he checks us out. But then I think, "Fuck it!" I squeeze my meat and stretch it out, exposing the cockring and my hard cock. I let go, flexed my meat up and down and squeeze George's bum cheeks.

He moves sideways towards me and we touch skin-to-skin on our shoulders and upper arms. The wrestler in me wonders if this is an aggressive act or a friendly one. Either way could be equally horny and my cock flexes harder in anticipation.

As he watches, I force an impressive stream of steaming hot piss into the urinal, eager for him to see just how hard I can piss through my rigid hard-on. With a satisfying splash, my piss sprays out under pressure and impacts the metal of the urinal

He turns slightly towards me, with George leaning forward slowly wanking himself and watching with a look of eager anticipation and obviously himself up for a three-way.

He shakes his meat for a longer, more extended length of time than most men would, and it bounces around in his hand in a way that is both exciting and willing-to-play. He had a good-sized cock and a large foreskin that looked worth investigating and fingering.

I'm squeezing the last of the piss out of mine, and it's so satisfying! He looks down and stretches out his semi’d dick, elongating it slowly, and he looks like he wants more. I do the same, matching his pull for pull and stretch for stretch, albeit with a hard-on going. He keeps on coming towards me until our wet, muscular thighs are in physical contact then our cocks and finally our tongues.

Then, with a sudden, powerful thrust, he frots himself against me and begins kissing more aggressively. He pulls back, and with a horny, leering glance towards me and my thick knob in my hands, he slowly but overtly slips his own dick, now semi-erect, back into his trunks.

I get a strong feeling that this guy is into rough and aggressive sex scenes, and my tube starts to twitch again. The pro-wrestler in me has my cock unyielding in its rigidity! He places his hand on the swelling bulge of his black trunks, watching as I masturbate and slap my big cock and George’s. If this guy is up for some rough and heavy sexual action, then so am I. I tuck my cock back into my trunks sideways and am willing to see where this goes.

The three of us now have our hands over the bulges in our swimwear and are going for the squeeze together, like competitive bulge-play. I push my elongated rod down inside my light blue trunks, and the head flops out the side of my trunks. I pull at it and stretch it out, playing to both guys. I then put my erection back into my swimmers, but it was so hard it could not bend.  It can only poke up way out of the top of my trunks. We all laugh and then I put my hands inside my trunks and start wanking again, using both hands. I look over at the other guy and check out his rear end, taking a pleasing top-down view. His pair of beefy arsecheeks have me wanking harder. He sees me do that and starts flexing them as he pulls his black trunks up at the rear, which are now thong-like like George’s.

I put one of my hands onto his closest bum cheek and played and pulled lightly at his swimming trunks. I love wrestling, trunk pulling, and wedgie play. I do it a lot when I'm wrestling. One of my hands is massaging his exposed bum cheeks, while my other hand is massaging George’s bum cheeks. I can feel my new oriental friend playing with my hole and actively fingering me there. I'm flexing my hole and I want to feel him push right in.

I reach back and pull his hand out, then place his outstretched finger onto the spunky wet bell-end of my boner and rub it around the slippery traces of my cum and under the foreskin. I then lick and moisten his finger further, and then urge him to finger me some more. He slides his hands under my arsecrack riding trunks and proceeds to work my hole eagerly. The other guy is watching, and he's loving it! He's now got his cock out of his trunks again and is slowly wanking and pulling his knob meat to our toilet side sex entertainment.

I bend forward and loosen up my hole, then tighten it again repeatedly. One finger and then two fingers are probing my shaved fuckhole. I look down at his now rigid tube, pointing out like a big gun over the top of his black swimming trunks and over the piss-smelling urinal in front of him.

I'm thinking that I want my fuckhole to take their cocky cannon fire! I look at him like I'm hungry for his cock. My hole is flexing like crazy as he pulls the deep probing fingers out of my hole. He whispers in my ear, “No. You both fuck me.” I understand and nod my head as he turns his body around and leans forward with his head braced against the urinal wall. I go behind him and spit onto my chopper, lubricating it with my saliva. I then push it against his fuckhole. He is reaching back and moaning and gasping quietly as he pulls his cheeks apart. I take the sides of my light blue trunks and pull them upward. I pull my cock back from his crack and slide my trunks over the side so that my cock is outside at the side instead of over the top of my swimming trunks. I continue to pull my trunks up hard into a much deeper wedgie as the other guy in black trunks goes behind me, and I hear him wanking. I then immediately stick into the Japanese guy's fuckhole, and the bell-end of my meaty, thick cock slides in hard. He immediately recoils a bit and grunts painfully, but I hold George tightly and keep pushing. The thought that I am hurting the guy with my erection turns me on even more. The wrestler in me is big—very big into rough sex and violent S&M fucking.

I whisper into his ear, “It’s OK; just push onto it. I know you want me to fuck you. You want my big, thick cock. Just ride my meat and push back like you are insatiable for cock.”

As I say this, the other guy that has gone behind me lubricates his meat and slides his hard-on into my fuckhole. I grunt suddenly and push forward into George, going much deeper into the guy’s opened hole as he grunts and moans. “That is it! You are in! It’s big. Your cock is huge!” Moments later, my entire length is inside him as it slides inside his guts in one long push as he grunts and moans in ecstatic discomfort.

The other guy’s cock is now firmly inside me, and I push back against it, and it slides in solidly without resistance as I moan in satisfaction. We're three guys in swimming trunks, still fully on with our cocks poking out the sides and over the top fucking like dogs together, and I'm the guy in the hot middle. We don't have much time, but we're going to make the most of it! We might get caught, but with our trunks still on we'd be able to disconnect and tuck our meat away quickly.

Eventually, our movements sync up, and we feel the excitement and arousing pressure of risking being caught urging us on. The guy behind me is really excited when he sees the Japanese guy wanking and shooting his cum over the urinal wall. They both moan and grunt as their cum shots fire simultaneously. The guy behind me pulls his surging cock out of my hole almost immediately as he spunks deep into me. I feel his cum still splatting onto my opened manhole. I feel my own orgasm building as my anus clenches, and I keep on thrusting deep into that gorgeous Japanese guy’s tight, hot fuckhole. I’m grunting and swearing quietly as I drive my cock deeper and deeper into his surrendering hole. I want to feel as though I’m hurting him with my hard fucking. He pushes back at me. His hands are pulling his cheeks wider apart, and his painful grunting as his head repeatedly hits the wet urinal wall is turning me on a lot.

Suddenly, the water from the automatic urinal flush comes on and pours over his head. That is the trigger as I grab and pull at the sides of his trunks, and my spunk shoots cannon-like out of my cock and deep into the insides of him as my meat pushes harder. I want to keep going as hard as I can! I want to keep fucking him as hard as I can! I grab his hair and push his face into the waterfall cascading down the steel urinal wall. He pushes against it, resisting my merciless thrusting.

“You are hurting me. Man! You are too big! Please!” He whimpers, and I relent and pull my spent but still rigid meat out of his gaping anus. My white spunk oozes out of his wrecked hole. He takes a deep breath and relaxes into my arms as I pull out of him.  I reach down and start fingering him as cum continuously flows out of his hole. I then reach back and feel the other guy’s cum, which is still sticky around my shaved fuckhole. I mix their spunk around my fingers and start passionately kissing the Japanese boy from behind as he turns towards me.

"Thanks! You were fantastic there! You're gorgeous, and I didn't want to stop! You were really turning me on in your black trunks!” I whisper in his ear as I nibble and lick at his neck.

He nods in response and gives me a warm, forgiving hug. “You’ve banished all my stress. My hole feels incredible!” We have all separated from each other, and our cocks hang outside our wet and clinging swimming trunks. Laughing as we release the nervous tension from the danger of being caught out in our blatant in flagrante delicto.

“That was incredible! Thanks guys!” The other guy behind me says:.

We are now standing together in front of the river of spent cum streaming inside the urinal, and we all unload our piss together and clear the evidence away and down the drain. Nature’s magnificent life-giving fluid is casually flushed away by our piss. We all agree that we were like hot porn stars in front of each other and headed out of the toilet into the shower.

We wash together and clean ourselves up while talking small talk. The other guy leaves to go back into the pool while I stay with George in the shower. His sexy black trunks are clinging exuberantly to his hot arse as I keep staring at his body, which I find quite attractive.

“You have a great body, George.” I comment while soaping up his back. “I’d love to go at you again. I could fuck you all night long.” I ask as my hand massages his easily opened fuckhole.

“You have a great cock,” he replies. “I wasn’t sure I could take it; your bulge was so obvious, but I wanted to try.”

“You did take it. The whole fucking length. You were incredible! Fucking incredible.” I squat down behind him and start licking his hole, rimming his lovely, well-fucked anus.

“Oh, that feels good! You are hot!” He moans sensually as he takes hold of the bulge in his trunks and squeezes. I start squeezing my bulge, and we are ready to go at it for another round. I pull my soft, but very elongated, cock out of my trunks.

We suddenly hear the noise of a few guys coming into the shower, and we are distracted. They check out my meat dangling between my legs as I lift it up and tuck it roughly into my swimmers. They then eye up the outsized left-leaning bulge at my crotch, still clearly obvious in these flimsy blue trunks. Being so light blue, you can see the entire outline and vein of my heavy and hanging tubesteak. I indicate to George that I’m going into the pool. He follows me, and I hear one of the guys say to the other, “Did you see the size of that guy’s cock?”

"He's fucking hung like fuck!" one guy exclaims, while another adds, "I'd like one like that!" It's a form of cock worship, and it makes me feel good knowing that they're talking about my cock.

"Do you not feel self-conscious wearing such small trunks with a cock like that?" George asks.

"It's almost nine inches, but quite thick," I reply. “No, I’m a bit of an exhibitionist, really, and I know a lot of the gay attendants that work here, and they are cool about it.” I reply as I adjust it all just before going out into the pool.

“You looked absolutely amazing when I saw you inside the cubicle. I couldn’t believe my eyes, the way you were showing off, but I had to have you!”

“I was just so fucking horny, as I felt the same looking at you. Can we go at it again? Do you want to come back to my place? We could suck, rim, and fuck each other all afternoon!”  I exclaim. “You turn me on huge. I love how you look in your trunks and want to see you in some of my trunks. I’d love to fuck you again, but I'm wearing your black trunks.” I’m still horny as fuck, especially for this guy.

“That sounds horny,” he says with a dirty grin on his face. “I’d love to do that, but I won’t be able to walk home riding that nine-incher.”

“We’ll use lots of lube!” I reply.

We go straight over to our adjacent cubicles and get dressed. I pull on my skin-tight 501’s and refasten my cockring at the base of my cock. When I come out of the cubicle, my faded denims are pulled up tightly, deep into my arse crack, and my cockmeat is tucked down my inside leg. I grab my kit bag and pull a small poster out of it.

“That looks obscene!” George says, “But I love that hung look in tight denims. I’m going to suck and fuck every drop of cum out of your fucking donkey-dick!”

As we walk down to the exit, the black bikini girl is standing in the pool and looking quite busty. She fixes on my hung denim package and drops her jaw into the pool at what she is seeing. She drops her arm and momentarily strokes her barely-covered vaginal area. I motion to her, give her my poster, and suggest that she come and see me and bring her friends.

“What was that about?” George asks as we leave the swimming pool to go outside.

I reply that it is a poster advertising a wrestling show. “Like that one.” As I point at one already posted up at the bus stop, I say, “That is me there.”

“Wow!” he says. “That is you! Are you a professional wrestler? Fuck me! I love watching wrestling. It is huge in Japan.” He gasps. “Wow! No wonder you liked it rough when you fucked me in there!”

An elderly woman looked over, so we moved away slightly out of her earshot.

“Yeah! I fucking loved fucking you! I’ll give it to you when we get to my place. It’s not far from here.” I say, breathing heavily, and I add, “Yes, it is popular in Japan. I’ve wrestled there, and Japanese wrestlers are tough and handsome. Fucking hard-core ring workers. I loved it there.”

Our bus arrived and we got on, ready for another session of awesome sex and all-afternoon fucking. “You can try my wrestling kit on. It might even convince you into becoming an actual wrestler! The promotion I work for is always recruiting and I’m very friendly with the booker.”

He nods his head, and he is enthusiastic to hear more.

“If you’re interested, I can get you a ticket near my corner, and you can come and watch me wrestle tonight. It’s one of the late-evening shows, and they can get seriously fucking wild. I’ll wear my skimpiest trunks for you to enjoy!”

I see this in his eyes—a look of eager anticipation as he reaches down and squeezes the growing bulges in both our trousers.

Iain ‘wrestler4u’ Scott