I had just received a huge promotion at work at last, climbing to the top and enjoying the successes of having been with my organization for the last 10 years. I had finally moved up to be “the boss” but promised myself that I wasn’t going to change. At 35 I was still young looking for my age, though the grey was starting to come through at the temples and into my trimmed beard surprisingly. I looked like I was still in my 20s though, which was giving me that young DILF look. Another reason I waited to rise to the top later in life was to avoid those glares of disapproval when everyone thinks you’re too young to be a boss. Plus, I didn’t want them thinking I had slept my way up, because I still maintained an incredible physique for my age that matched my boyish looks making me look young. At 5’9” I was no imposing giant, but I had broad shoulders for my size, with a worked-out muscular gym body. The ladies loved my biceps when I wore short sleeve polo shirts on dress down days, and I think secretly some of the men did too. I still had my nice tight jock butt that caused some flutters in my dress pants, but it was my eyes that really sealed the deal for people – a piercing blue-green, sometimes grey color.
During that first year, I was asked to attend a conference in New York City in support of some new initiative that everyone was trying to bring to Canada. It was a four-day thing, and I was a little nervous going on my own. I hadn’t been to NYC since I was a teen and wasn’t too keen on being there by myself in the large city, especially for almost an entire week. As a married dad though, this would be a nice change of pace and I found myself thinking about all the time I could spend surfing gay porn and jerking off. It had been a while since I had a man over top of me and I was dying to suck some cock. With no other employees tagging along, this could turn out to be a welcomed time away. I was suddenly looking forward to some American beef.
The conference was from Wednesday to Saturday, with my flight arriving in LaGuardia on the Tuesday night and then flying out Sunday morning. I made sure I brought my personal laptop with me and was already planning on scanning some sites to see what would be around. I also double checked that there was a 24-Hour gym nearby me so I could use my own big chain membership in the States. If I was going to cruise for cock, I wanted to make sure that I was still in shape. It was getting harder to keep my stomach flat at my age, and I was very strict in what I ate and wanted to maintain my gym routine while away to keep my abs and muscular body under control. Plus I thought, it would be nice to see some American muscle heads in the Big Apple.
Even though my flight was under two hours, the two hour wait time at the airport before hand, the time to land and deplane, the luggage retrieval, cab ride ordeal, the busyness of the city and the check in at the conference hotel with all the other world travelers made it a whole day affair. I was exhausted as I made it at last to my room. It was almost 8:00pm and I was starving!
I changed quickly and headed for the still hectic streets of Midtown Manhattan to find some food and get some bearings. I felt like a little kid in a big world as I maneuvered my way around, happening upon a perfect little café that suited my dietary needs. After eating, I wandered around a bit, checking out the usual sites, reminiscing about my days travelling, the different men I had met along the way, the cocks I had sucked and had fucked me. I was suddenly feeling quite horny for something. The last time I was in New York was almost 20 years ago, and even though I never tasted any American men then, I certainly was up for something now. I either had to find some cock or at least get to my porn.
When I got back to my room it was almost 11pm. I pulled out my laptop and then saw my gym stuff. I felt like a slug having traveled for the day, and suddenly a workout seemed like a good idea. If anything, a good workout would help fuel my testosterone and keep me horny for a jerk off later tonight all alone in my hotel room. I knew that the gym I could get into with my Canadian membership wasn’t far from the hotel, so I changed into my gear and threw in my swimsuit in case I felt like a swim in the pool afterwards, and headed back down to the lobby.
I was surprised at how active it was still at 11:30pm when I walked in the gym, but then realized that it was more people leaving the gym than coming in. I usually wear my headphones and listen to music and zone out as I work out, but I didn’t bring them, so my focus was suddenly on everyone else. I started wandering around, finding the right equipment and machines while observing the mostly male clientele. I eventually kicked into autopilot and started doing a familiar full body routine to shake off the amount of sedentary behavior I had succumbed to while travelling. My eyes started roaming and I suddenly realized the amount of good-looking men surrounding me. There were all types to gaze at: young bodybuilders, older bodybuilders, business guys, military looking guys, frat boys and dad types. It was like a smorgasbord of guys to choose from.
I tend to gravitate towards guys my own age or older, so this one bodybuilder type guy was definitely getting my attention. He was a big guy, over 6 feet easily and beefy, with a muscular upper frame and thick defined legs. Looked like he was in his late 40s with a nice short dark brown haircut that had flecks of grey. He had that handsome face, all chiseled and perfect, that screamed a military look and a clean-shaven strong jaw. He was wearing a muscle shirt that showed off his biceps that were big, powerful solid shoulders, and his quads and calves, that were mouthwatering. He had that hard but firm gut that was still flat, but had obviously seen some carbs and beer. He had a thin layer of fine hair across his pecs but didn’t look like he had much hair anywhere else. He was one hot looking daddy type. I could picture him powering over me and fucking me hard. After all, I’m all bottom.
I noticed a second bodybuilder type guy always around him. He looked a bit younger, maybe in his 30s, with that smoother look about him. He was wearing a brand name shirt that was snug and showed off every curve of his muscular body, his nipples pointing out. He was more chiseled than the older guy, with a shaved short dark head of hair and a 5 o’clock shadow. He had that cop look about him, an air of confidence and know it all glances as he walked around and worked out. Both their eyes seemed to be darting about a lot, looking at each other, but they obviously weren’t together.
As I was lost in fantasies staring at them while ending my routine on the elliptical machine, another masculine looking guy strutted past me. And when my eyes caught his, an explosion of fireworks went flying through me as his blue-green eyes locked on mine.
This guy looked to be about my age, in his 40s, 6 feet, a blonde with an almost shaved head as it was cut so close to his perfectly round head, with a nicely shaped trim lean muscular body. He walked by with a smile as our eyes met, and then continued with what appeared to be a second casual glance back at me. He looked like a straight guy, very good looking, and just had that “wow” sort of look. I found myself catching my breath as I watched him walk past me to the locker room. I found myself staring at his hard, round ass and defined powerful legs. A runner maybe? Or soccer player? Yeah, he had that kind of look. The look of a man that played sports all his life and carried himself confidently. I was suddenly intrigued as I watched him heading towards the locker room.
I forgot about the two bodybuilders and found myself finishing up on my elliptical before my time was up. I cleaned the machine and headed to the locker room. It was busy, with a few guys changing to leave as it was well after midnight at this point. I wandered over to my locker but didn’t see this mysterious man with the killer eyes like mine. Peering around at the sight of the unappealing options left in the locker room, I opened my locker to change and saw my swimsuit peering out. It was 12:40am. Maybe a swim or a whirlpool spa to help unwind might be a good idea.
I changed into my suit and followed the signs to the pool. It was hot and the smell of chlorine overpowered me as I walked in. I heard sounds of splashing coming from the pool and scanned quickly around the entire area. No one was around, other than what looked like one person doing laps in the pool. I saw the whirlpool hot tub at the far end and noticed it was empty. I looked at the swimmer in the pool and noticed the rippled muscular bare back. I took in his smooth fair skinned back as he did his front crawl and I headed to the empty whirlpool. I had on a pair of black board shorts that were mid-thigh and snug, which showed off my legs and ass rather nicely. I tugged at the front of my black board shorts as I watched this swimmer. He was the only one in this pool area and man was I horny!
The swimmer stopped at the far end to take a breath, and I could see the water fling off his dirty blonde head. He lifted his goggles as I neared the same end and stepped into the whirlpool tub off to the right side. The water was hot, and I hesitated, sort of half bent over as I adjusted to it. I realized I had my ass in perfect view of the swimmer and suddenly turned around and stood up a little straighter. The swimmer had stopped and was resting at the edge of the pool completely still, looking at me.
It was the green-eyed masculine stud that had walked by me.
I swallowed a bit as he stared and I lowered myself into the hot tub, only then realizing I hadn’t turned the jets on. I scanned the area and saw the button to the right side of me as the swimmer was getting out of the pool. That got my attention instead.
He was pulling himself up the ladder in between us, facing me as he slowly stepped up. The water was rolling off his lean muscled body, that fair skin glowing under the pool lit area. He had little hair on his chest that looked trimmed, blonde hair on his arms and legs that looked just right. He was wearing a black trunk style Speedo, with two white lines up the sides. The legs of the suit were square, cutting off his upper thighs nicely, showing off a hard ass and a rather nice bulge as his legs came into view. His first long wide masculine looking foot hit the deck, and I stared at it as it was joined by the second. Those legs. Those feet. Fuuuuccccckkkkk was all I could think. And then they started moving towards me.
“I’ll get the jets for you dude.” He said with a smile and headed to the button on the wall. He hit it and the water roared to life underneath me, bubbles filling the spa as my eyes watched his back, the muscles in his arms, his ass in that tight Speedo, and his long thin defined legs that looked powerful and strong. Oh yeah, this guy played soccer, I thought to myself as I stared at his quads. And then those legs walked towards the spa and began to descend into the water beside me.
I adjusted myself and scooted over a bit to allow him to step in. “Mind if I join you buddy?” He asked. His voice was deep, like it was made for radio. That deep masculine voice that you could listen to read you anything. The dictionary. The phone book. Anything! And it would still sound sexy.
I nodded, suddenly too shy to say anything back. He moved across from me, and sat down, his firm pecs sinking into the tub leaving only his lean developed shoulders above the bubbling water. He was a very handsome guy, with that Anderson Cooper sort of fair look. His green eyes were on me as I took in his dirty blonde head and masculine features. This guy had to be straight. As he leaned back, his foot touched mine underwater.
Our heads popped up a bit and looked at each other. “Sorry dude.” He said, but he didn’t move it. Neither did I. Maybe not so straight after all.
His eyes stayed on mine and I could see him smiling a bit, testing me. His arms came up onto the side as he leaned back, our feet resting alongside the other's underwater. He closed his eyes a bit, and I found myself staring at his neck. I stayed quite still as my heart pounded in my chest. I looked around. We were the only ones in the pool area.
His head came up and I found him staring at me with those fucking awesome blue-green eyes. I thought I was the one with the killer blue-green eyes! His were greener though, as mine tended to be more blue or grey, but fuck they were so hot to gaze into. “I haven’t seen you here before.” He said loudly over the jets, that fucking deep voice resonating off the walls and straight into me like an arrow.
“No, I’m in town this week for a conference.” I managed to say after a quick throat clearing, trying to sound as casual as I could. I think I may have even lowered my register a bit to match his sexy voice.
“Oh yeah? Where are you from?”
Fuck those eyes. That voice. I would tell this man anything, including the combination to my safe in my hotel room if he asked me.
“I’m Canadian. Ontario.” I said quickly, inadvertently adjusting my leg and letting my foot slip away from his as I bobbed a bit in the water. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to put it back, or if it would be too obvious, so I sort of sat up a bit, showing off my tanned broad shoulders above the water.
“Canadian? Nice.” His arms stretched out more, and I noticed his hands on the walls of the whirlpool. I looked at his hands, big, firm, nice fingers, not hairy.
I noticed he was looking at me and had asked me something. “I’m sorry, I missed that?”
He smiled at me wider. “I asked how long you were going to be in the city.”
I laughed uncomfortably as I had drifted off staring at his hand. “Sorry, just the rest of the week, till Sunday.” I leaned back again and let my legs stretch out again, but his foot wasn’t there. “I take it you live here?”
He laughed. “Not here in the gym, but yeah. I do. Not downtown.” Then those eyes looked at me again, deep. “Although I feel like I do live in the gym lately. I’m usually here every night, though not usually this late.” He was still smiling at me. “But glad I am tonight.” He added.
Fuck his voice was putting me in a trance. I felt like I was under a spell just looking at him. I found myself searching for his foot casually under the water, but he must have spread his legs out straight as I couldn’t find it in the middle. I tried glancing down into the water but couldn’t see anything through the jets and the bubbles. He lowered his arms into the water and pushed himself up a bit on his hands, his shoulders flexing as he did it. I watched him carefully.
We sat there alone in the tub chatting casually. He introduced himself (Pete) with a wet handshake, which I took willingly. His grip was firm and strong. I introduced myself (Brian) and told him I was here on business. He asked me about the conference, told me he was in finance. He asked where I was staying, then mentioned that he knew where it was as he worked not far from it. He pointed out a couple good spots to eat, I mentioned that I was in a hotel room all alone. I let it slip that the conference ended each day at 5. He reminded me that he would be at the gym every night. I found it easy to talk to him, and eventually I relaxed into our conversation, as if I had known this guy for years.
This time when I laid back, our feet connected again in the middle of the hot tub. And this time, he leaned down, and picked up my foot in his hand and placed it in on his crotch.
I didn’t move. His hand was gently squeezing the top of my foot, almost massaging it as I felt his hard bulge underneath. “Bet you had a long day.” He said, his voice soaking through me as much as the bubbles in the whirlpool. “I could help you relax a bit.” He said soothingly, his hand moving farther up my leg while I pressed into his crotch. I could feel his cock in his Speedo as he rubbed my foot against himself. His smile was wickedly sexy as we looked at each other.
I leaned back and let my arms come up to the sides of the tub. I was wearing my wedding ring, so this “straight” guy knew I was straight too, but here he was, with my foot in his crotch now massaging my calf muscle. His hands were big, his fingers strong as they dug into my muscles. I was looking at him now, with that look of lust that you get when you know what you want. I scanned the big empty pool room again. No one.
As if he was reading my mind, he said, “Follow me.”
I watched him stand and exit the hot tub, I followed right behind, trying to hide my giant bulge in my board shorts. His cock was hard and pressed to the side of his tight Speedo, but he didn’t seem to care. He grabbed two towels from the rack along the wall, threw one to me and wrapped the other one around his waist and headed back towards the locker room area. I did the same with my towel and followed him as he walked into the shower area. It was almost empty at this time of night, or rather the morning. He turned a shower on in one cubicle and pulled the shower curtain all the way back, then moved across to the opposite one and did the same. He hung his towel up on the hook outside that one and turned to look at me. I was transfixed, standing at the side of the first shower he turned on. He slipped out of his Speedo quickly, his big cock flipping out and smacking his stomach. It looked about the same size as mine, maybe a bit smaller, but just as thick and cut. He had a trimmed area of that light blonde hair which was almost imperceptible. He stepped backwards into the shower and pointed at the one across from it that he had turned on. I got the hint and hung up my towel and, facing him, undid my board shorts and slid them down. My cock was hard and stood straight out as I backed into the shower, showing off my slightly larger shaved smooth cock and balls. I was proud of my 8 inches. But I was also proud of my ass, and I wanted this straight masculine jock type to know I was all bottom.
I turned around and stood under the water, letting it flow over me, grabbing my little jock butt and showing it off to Pete across the way from me. I looked back over my shoulder to see him stroking his cock against his shower wall, looking at my ass.
I could hear guys in the change room area, and Pete must have too as he stepped outwards, grabbed his towel and tied it tight against his waist as he turned the shower off. His cock was straight up the towel. He gave me the “follow me” nod and waited for me to grab my towel and turn off the shower. As I was wrapping myself up, he led me to the Sauna around the corner.
“In here. It’s quieter.” He said.
He opened the door and I stepped right in, seeing movement in the corner as two big men separated and sat back as casually as they could. As the heat hit me, I stood staring at them as Pete came in behind me. It was the two bodybuilders that I was watching earlier. The younger one was the one that had slid over quickly, trying to pull his towel over his naked body and hard cock, leaving the older daddy-type hiding his giant bulge with his towel.
“Don’t let us interrupt guys.” Pete said behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders and steering me to the left of the door. “We came in for the same thing.”
The older bodybuilder gave a wicked grin and moved his towel off, showing off his big cock. Bigger than mine, with a helmet head that was slightly wider than the rest of his thick shaft. The younger bodybuilder guy slid back over, holding his towel over his waist with one hand, as the other grabbed at the older guy's cock and moved his mouth over top of it and then down as the older guy moaned out loud. The older guy’s eyes were on mine as he enjoyed his blow job.
Pete sat down opposite and pulled his towel away, watching the two big men. I sat beside him, our legs touching, and pulled my own towel away. Pete’s hand came on my thigh as we both watched and listened to the show. The younger guy looked at us as he expertly sucked that cock all the way down and started jerking his own cock under the towel. I suddenly wanted to see it.
I was amazed at this scene before me. Two giant bodybuilders going at it while this new man had his hand moving up and down my thigh with his right hand while he started to stroke his own cock with his left. My hands were still at my side as I took this all in. My eyes moved to the older bodybuilder, who was still staring at me. He grinned a half smile, his one side of his face going up as he placed a big meaty hand on the guy sucking his dick and started forcing him on it faster. The younger guy’s towel fell aside as he pumped his own cock furiously, showing off a nice fat, if not smaller, cock. He was smooth from head to toe compared to the manly, lightly hairy sight of the older guy. Both were now moaning loudly which was echoing big time in the hot sauna.
Pete’s hand moved up and down my cock as he stroked both our dicks, his with his left, and mine with his right. I turned my attention to his cock. It looked fucking sweet. Almost the size of mine in girth and length. And after all this time without cock, I needed it.
I bent forward and grabbed it, surprising him with my suddenness and maybe my skills as I took him in my mouth. His loud gasp proved that what I was doing was good, and it felt so good to have a cock in my mouth once again. Another deep voice from across the room said, “Yeah suck his cock” as I felt Pete’s hand on my head, and I figured it to be the older bodybuilder. The younger one was whimpering as he slurped and sucked on the big guy’s cock. I heard their moaning increase, and I had to pull up off Pete’s cock to watch.
The older guy grabbed the younger guy’s head with both hands and was thrusting upward into him, causing him to gag and spit but not stop. The older guy’s moans were turning into grunts as he prepared to shoot. With a giant guttural growl, he started squirting his load right into the other guy’s mouth as cum sprayed all over the place. The younger guy held his mouth open, his tongue hanging out as the older guy grabbed his own cock to milk out every drop into his mouth as the younger guy jerked his own cock to completion, spraying the floor with his thick white load. I heard Pete moan, and he grabbed my face and pulled me up to his to kiss me. Deep.
His tongue felt amazing in my mouth, and this fucker knew how to kiss. I haven’t been kissed like this in a long, long time. I surrendered to him, allowing my mouth to open, our tongues to connect, my hand still wrapped around his cock, as he passionately kissed me. We separated slowly and I felt lightheaded, as if I was kissing a god. And I found myself moving back to his cock, where I gently took it in my mouth once again and started to slowly suck it up and down.
I felt two big hands slap my ass and then a tongue was in me. I gagged on Pete’s cock and turned to see the older bodybuilder behind me, his face buried in my ass, tonguing my hole. The younger one was gone. I was moaning like a bitch, which caused me to suck on Pete harder. I enjoyed the sensation of the giant behind me while I sucked like a baby on Pete’s perfect cock.
Then the big guy stood up and slapped my ass again. “If I didn’t just shoot my load, I’d be fucking this tight little ass right now and shooting it inside you.” I heard him say.
“Maybe another time then.” I heard Pete answer for me. “Tonight, he’s mine.”
“When you wanna tag him let me know. I’m always around.” I heard the giant say and he slapped my ass again, causing me to groan in both pain and ecstasy. I heard the door open and panicked, but Pete shushed me and held my head down.
We were alone at last.
I sucked on his cock for a few more minutes, but it was getting hot. Pete pulled me up and I could see sweat all over him as well as me. Then he kissed me again and I involuntarily moaned out again as that flood of emotions came over me. “Come on.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the door. “It’s too fucking hot in here.”
I followed him again to the shower, but this time he turned only one on and whipped off his towel, pulled off mine, and pushed me into it before anyone could see us. Pete stepped in behind me and closed the curtain. He pushed me forward, my hands on the shower wall and knelt behind me spreading my ass. It was still slick from the giant’s tongue, and now Pete’s tongue was probing inside, loosening me up more. I bit into my arm to stop myself from making any sounds as the water sprayed down on me. Pete was driving me wild with his skills. He was licking my sweet little jock ass like a hungry kid.
He stood up behind me and rubbed his cock up and down my crack, leaning over me to wrap his hands on my pecs. His mouth was at my ear and his tongue started licking it. “I see you’re married.” He whispered, that deep voice sending shudders through me at my ear. “You 100% safe?”
I nodded. “Yes.” I knew what he was asking. And I wanted him. I wanted this fucking masculine hunk. He growled in my ear and he started grinding harder against me. Then pulled off and went back to work, his tongue really digging into my ass. His tongue felt long, thick, and he was a fucking pro. I bent downwards to give him more access as I had never had a man eat out my ass quite like this before. I was ready. And so was he apparently.
He stepped up behind me and I felt his cock at my now well lubed ass. He pulled me back from the water and spit down on his tool and rubbed the head of it against my hole. It had been a while since I’ve been fucked. I wasn’t sure how this was going to go. I leaned against the shower wall and felt his hand on my waist as he guided the head to my tight hole and pushed forward. I felt the pressure, and then I gave way, allowing that thick-headed cock to slide into me as the hot water beat down on my shoulders.
He grabbed my waist with both hands and drove forward, making sure it was all inside me. He held it there for a moment, sort of up on his toes as I glanced downward at his feet beside mine. I grabbed my cock as he started to thrust silently. I moved with him, finding the rhythm of him pumping in me as I stroked my cock, listening to the soft slapping sound of his body against my ass. This was fucking heaven.
He pulled my head up and turned me so we could kiss as he fucked me. There was that heavenly sensation again as his tongue invaded me. I saw stars and fireworks as he kissed me deep while his cock drove me wild inside my ass. This was too much.
I pulled off his lips as his hand held my face close to his and I started to moan quietly. He knew I was cumming. He wanted to watch me close as I did. I stroked my cock hard, forcing my ass backwards on him harder as I felt it rise. I heard Pete start to moan as he watched my face and the first blast of my cum shot upwards and landed on the tile shower floor, followed by another blast, and another. Six blasts later Pete is still drilling my ass hard. Then he moaned “My turn,” into my ear.
He leaned back and grabbed my hips, giving me that forceful powerful doggy fuck that every guy loves to feel. Harder and harder he pumped into me, the sounds of the slap-slap-slap now louder as water splashed from us. I placed my hands against the shower wall and braced myself as he fucked me vigorously. His feet were touching mine and that sensation alone was making me feel like I could cum again if he kept this up.
His hands moved to my shoulders and he really thrust his cock into me. My ass was taking every powerful movement. I heard him grunt and I knew what was coming. At last I would feel another man’s cum shoot into me. His grip tightened as he injected his first gush inside my walls, filling me over and over with sprays of cum as he gripped my shoulders so tight, he left his hand prints. Thrusting against me, I had to hold onto the shower wall until he was done.
He leaned over me, and I turned backwards to kiss him again. Fuck he was an amazing kisser. His cock started to slide out as we kissed under the stream, the water running down my back and mixing with our sweat and cum as he pulled out completely and spun me around to kiss me more easily. I could have stayed under that stream kissing this masculine man forever.
Pete pulled back and looked at me, with that HOLY FUCK look. “That was load #1.” He whispered in my ear. “Wanna get out of here and go again?”
I smiled. Welcome to New York I thought.
