Fooled by Steve
By:
Gene Hemings
(© 2011 by the author)
Editor: Ken King
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Some background to this story can be found in my previous stories, also posted here on Tickie Stories. In order to help make this story flow without you wondering what or why something is talked about in this story, the previous stories were used to lay some groundwork.
The questions and plots of my stories involve the search for why we want sex when we still hardly know what life is about. Some of us, it seems, are on a quest to learn things we know are not acceptable to adults.
The names are never to correct to protect both Steve and myself! I am still in the closet at 68 years of age. This is a true and continuing story.
Part One
I met 31-year-old Steve in 1971 when I was 28 years old. We met at a stock car track, and every weekend sporting event in the Midwest area. We struck up a conversation and by month's end we had become good friends.
I met a few of his friends that came with him to the races. I thought they were as nice as Steve. At this time of my life I was a closeted bi guy. I had still not tried male to male sex, but was always hoping it would happen sooner rather than later. I was still dreaming and longing for my first dick to suck!
Steve's buddy Don was just the guy for me to suck, if I only knew how to ask him. He had that handsome look and had me wanting his body. Some of the things that happened to me, were so unbelievable that I had trouble, as they say, wrapping my arms around them! (Pun intended.)
Steve and I started going to different tracks around the country together, and around our home area. He was always funny, and such a fun guy to be around. You had to like him; he was just that kind of guy. None of his four friends went with us to these other tracks, though. I only saw his buddies at our closest, what we called "home track." We both worked as dealership mechanics, which made conversation easier.
We were also both were married. In the late seventies, I eventually went to work at his place of employment. Over the years we got to be much closer, until, he decided to move out to the west coast in 1981. We then talked on the phone quite often, and I filled him in on the local racing scene.
That was as close as we could get most of the time, as he was wealthier than my wife and me. We simply could not afford a west coast vacation to visit him and his wife. Steve and his wife visited us when they came back to town visiting their relatives. It was always a treat to see them.
He then moved from the west coast to sunny Florida in 1990. Now that I liked because my wife and I had vacationed there quite often in the past. Still, we could not visit him there during the nineties because of our finances and job obligations.
In 2001, Steve and his cousin, Paul, visited me, and we went to the inaugural N.A.S.C.A.R. race in Joliet, Il. The track was about three hours away from where he and I had lived at that time. We had a great time together, but he and his cousin kept bashing gay people that we saw at the race track. The two of them would point out who they thought looked gay. It was mostly his cousin who spotted the gay looking people before Steve or I did. If I saw someone I thought looked to be gay, I said nothing to either of them.
Of course, whenever something negative was said, I agreed as I always had done in the past, that gays were not people to be liked. Who was I to tell on myself? Our friendship would have never started in the first place had he known my true desire to suck dick.
By 2000, things got better for my wife and I financially, and I took a week off work and flew down by myself to visit Steve in 2002. I decided on flying down to see him with the primary intention of going to the Firecracker 400 at Daytona. It was another great time with him and a lot of laughs and a great race. We had a lot of fun with his cousin and two of his cousin's friends that came down with him.
Still, every chance these guys had to bash gay people, they sounded off about them. For me it was uncomfortable to be around them when they acted like such jerks about gays. I could handle my buddy's way of talking about gays, but not the others. The other three were more brutal about it than Steve was.
I was not about to tell any of them I was gay and I had already sucked dick in 1998, after finally finding a safe guy to try it with for my first time. I think they would have beat the crap out of me, honestly! Still, my buddy and his friends really let me know gays were not accepted in their world. This was something I grew up knowing all along from all my friends of the past.
We bashed them good too! "Those damned homosexual bastards!" I had to join in or give away my true feelings by not saying anything about gays.
I knew my buddy was a straight guy, as he had always in the past bashed the gays we had seen when we were together. OK, no problem with me; I had always known Steve was straight all along. I had just met his Florida friends, so I had to take them for their word. As I learned quickly, they were real straight asshole homophobes. I did not like them at all!
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In 2003, I visited him again for my vacation as my wife was working and she could never go with me because of her job.
Anyhow, he needed my help with fixing up his house to sell, so I offered him my expertise in home repairs. I arrived on Saturday, and we went for repair materials the next day.
On Sunday afternoon, as we were on our way home from Home Depot with materials, just talking bullshit. Out of the blue he talked about his favorite thing to do, which was to go nude in his house. Then he went on to tell me he liked to visit nudist camp grounds around the country. In the recent past he had been an over-the-road truck driver, so I could see how he had the opportunity to stop at nudist camps. He had been an over-the-road truck driver, but then became a local driver over the last year. This information floored me, as I was not prepared to hear this coming from his mouth. After all he and his friends had said in the past, was just not computing in my little brain! My mind was out of control trying to figure out why he was telling me this after thirty years.
I knew he had lots of opportunities for campground visits all around this country, and as a truck driver it helped this conversation make some sense. Still, I was floored by his admission to liking nudist places. But I acted like we all did things like that ... NOT!
He told me he wished the world would go nude, and that he had always hated wearing clothes. Now my head was truly spinning out of control. What is this guy saying? I never heard things like this from him in the past thirty years I had known him?
I asked if they were family type campgrounds with kids and adults? He said, "Yes!" "Women and children!" I had, in fact, read about such campgrounds in news papers over the years. Now I thought this was OK and easier for me to understand if there were women and children present. That, to my way of thinking, was not too bad.
I would have never thought of doing this, but to each his own desires! But I might after all, try it someday in the future, and maybe he and I could go there together, I thought.
I asked how he walked around without getting a woody when he saw the nice girls. He admitted it was not easy. Still, this seemed weird to me because he did not include his wife in these visits. I asked if she was with him whenever he visited local nudist camps that he had now told me existed in Florida. He said there were more guys than girls usually.
Really? I'm now making a point to check out a place near my home in the future, even if he doesn't take me to one. I was not going to tell him that I might be going to one of these places near my home!
I had always thought family nudist places were full of both sexes. Not mostly men! How was I to know? I had no idea, having never been near a nudist place in my life, and only reading about them when they were featured in the news papers.
By now he had me fooled and my head was still spinning! Still, I could not see where we were going with this conversation. He then said, "I got quite a few good blow jobs at the nudist places!"
"Really?" I said, "Is it always easy to get a blow job at those camps?"
He replied, "Yes!" Again I was not ready to hear this statement. I asked, " By women?"
Steve said, "Sometimes, but mostly by guys, as some of the guys there are gay!"
I thought that statement was quite odd, given that we was both heterosexual and homophobic, but I figured it was still OK. He seemed to me a macho straight arrow guy, and as I said before ... a gay basher type.
I was now beginning to see how I was totally wrong about my buddy. He was suddenly seeming strange to me after thirty years of knowing him. This was very confusing, and my mind was racing to figure out where this conversation was heading.
Just to make light of things I said, "Look, a blow job is always good, no matter who is giving it. Right?" He quickly nodded in agreement.
I told him, "LOOK, I have nothing against a guy sucking dick. If that's his thing and it has no effect on me, then by all means, go for it!" I added, "I am not going to complain about a good blow job from anyone! If that is what makes a guy happy, giving or getting a blow job, good for him!"
I summed up by telling him, "I sure wouldn't refuse a blow job from a guy if I knew no one was watching us!" Secretly, of course, I knew I had already gone down the dick suckin' road!
At that time I was still not about to admit to my buddy I'm really gay myself and had hidden it from him and the world so far. I intended to keep my secret from the world until I was dead. Of course, I had lied big time up to that point in our conversation. No matter what Steve had confessed, I was still afraid to say too much about myself, but my mind was somehow weakening to the thought of where this conversation was leading. The more we talked, the harder my dick was getting.
Now I was beginning to hope that Steve was also secretly gay. However, I was still not sure enough to ask him outright. Just a few seconds later, however, he stunned me again.
He stated when he was young he had fooled around with his high school buddies. He told me that his buddy Don used to blow him. I'm sure Steve was checking out my facial expressions to see if it was OK to go further with his story.
That in itself floored me to hear that Don was gay--I had no idea.
I said, "WOW! I had no idea your buddy Don is gay!"
I just could not believe a handsome guy like Don was a cocksucker. He was such a good looking guy. In fact, I had always told myself I'd love to suck Don's dick!
Now I was liking more of what Steve was telling me, and I hoped this conversation was far from over.
Then Steve suddenly confessed, "Gene, I swapped blow jobs with Don back when we were real young and in high school!" He also mentioned a couple more of his buddies back home that I knew from our past, and said that they, too, were part of his group of cocksuckers. By this time I was in complete shock.
I wondered to myself, why was I not included in this group back in '71 and later? I have missed the best years of my life.
My head was now spinning wildly out of control. I did not know what to say next or why. Still, I wondered just where this conversation was going.
I knew that there must be a reason he had brought all this stuff up to me. My mind was reeling and I slowly started to understand Steve and what he wanted me to know about him. I finally got my thoughts together enough to begin to think in a rational manner. Since he was willing to admit he had sucked a few dicks when he was young, I thought it was time for me to 'fess up to some things from my youth as well ... my life's encounters with dick suckin', which were not much to tell, but they were enough to further break the ice that remained in the conversation.
After Steve finished talking about his high school buddies, and their blow jobs on each other, I thought more about admitting to my young days. I told him, "When I was 14, my best buddy and I tried it too!" I told him the truth about a time in my teens. I said, "My 14-year-old buddy and I never did more than put our lips on each other's cock, but we did sort of try to suck each other's dick!"
I say this now today, because I sure wish I could go back to those days. I know I would suck my buddy's dick as much as he wanted. And I'll bet he would do mine, too, but I'm still not a hundred percent sure about him sucking me. We were just too afraid the other guy was going to tell the guys at school that I was a queer or he was the homo guy! Someone needed to take the lead. That was usually me, but this time I was just too scared of him ratting me out if I went first and he didn't do me.
After I told Steve my story, it was his time to really open up about himself. I had no idea my buddy was gay as could be. He had hidden it so well. And, of course, I thought I had done the same with keeping my secret.
Yet I had just started to suck dick back in 1998 for my first time. Still, my story about my buddy at 14 must have made Steve feel more comfortable with me now. Here again, I was afraid to tell him I had sucked a few dicks just recently. I regret not telling him the truth at that time or ever. Steve has been dead now for three years, so it doesn't matter anymore that I held that back from him.
The way our conversation had been going I was afraid to tell him the recent truth about me sucking dick. He was under the impression I was a total newbie and that I had only done it when I was 14. I let him think that, too. Mostly, however, I was not thinking well enough to tell Steve everything about myself, because of the things he was suddenly telling me about him. Plus, I simply had no way of injecting this into the conversation at that time. We soon found ourselves back at his house, and with his wife present, we obviously could not easily continue our conversation.
Let me back up just a hair here. Steve asked me just as we arrived at his house, "Have you ever watched any gay porn?"
I said, "Yes, on the computer, all the time."
He said, "I have some and we can look at it tonight after my wife goes to work if you are interested."
I was getting really horny by then, to say the least. My dick was rock hard as we rode back to his home.
His wife left for work shortly after we returned from Home Depot. After we ate dinner he asked, "Are you ready to look at my porn on the computer?"
I said, "Yes, of course I'm ready! I love looking at porn ... what guy doesn't?"
Looking back, I think he had these things all planned out for a year in advance. He just needed to figure out how he was going to lay it out with me without destroying our friendship. After all, if I truly hated gay guys like I had said when we were with his Florida buddies last year, I would have been disgusted with the whole idea.
I think he and I both did an excellent job of keeping our secret of our being gay from each other for thirty years! Such a sad shame, too. I might have been included with his buddies and especially Don. I even mentioned this to Steve and he admitted I would for sure have been inducted into their group.
Anyhow, he now came up with some porn he had stored on his computer. At first it was a guy and girl doing the usual suck 'n' fuck. Then it was two guys and one girl. We both commented to each other about the guys' cocks.
I confessed that I liked the guys better. He then brought up a guy-only video. That one was great! Lots of nice big cocks and good scenes of sucking each other and then fucking.
We both were completely horny by that time, and Steve said, "I need to jack off, if it is OK with you."
I said, "Go for it!" I had not jacked off with anyone since my young buddy when we were teens!
Steve said, "You can join me if you want!" Well what do you think? I wasn't about to sit there just watching and listening to him jack off! Besides, this would be the first time since I was a teenager to jack off in another guy's presence.
I know he wanted to get a good look at my cock anyway, as I knew he had never seen it, nor had I seen his. I always liked looking at other guys' dicks, and I was about to see his. Perhaps it's a guy thing. We like to compare and see if the other guy has a bigger or better looking dick than our own!
I thought his dick was nice, but kind of different than anything I had ever seen in the past. It was about the size of a silver dollar at the bottom yet about the size of a quarter as it got to the tip, sort of like the Washington Monument. His groin area was shaved, as was mine.
His dick was about 6 inches long but he had the biggest balls I had ever seen. His balls had to be an inch and a half wide. His dick looked uncut when soft, but it had been cut by the doctor at his birth. I have never seen another penis like his, and by now I have seen quite a few cocks in my years.
Mine is straight as an arrow, medium thick, about a silver dollar size, cut and regular sized balls--perhaps even a little smaller than average balls. I feel mine is an average looking cock.
Steve and I both watched the video on his computer as we jerked our cocks. Soon he said, "I am ready to cum ... are you ready to cum, too?"
I said," I have a ways to go!" So, off he went for tissues to clean us up.
Before going for tissues, I had caught him looking over his shoulder at my dick quite often as we jacked. He had been sitting off to my side on his couch, with me on a chair behind him.
I think his getting tissues was an excuse to look at my dick and watch me cum. When he returned, he asked me to join him on the couch to finish our cum. He unloaded first, and then sat there watching me do my thing.
Steve watched intently as I shot a huge load. He remarked, "You have a really nice looking cock and a huge load of cum!"
Then he said, "I would love to suck your dick sometime!"
I said, "That could be arranged, but not right now!"
We laughed and put our clothes back on and watched TV for a few minutes, as he had to go to work the next day, Monday, and I had to work on his house.
Of course my mind was a mess all the next day as I worked on his house. I kept thinking about the night before and what we had talked about and what had happened. My head was still spinning from all that had transpired over the last twelve hours. My thoughts mainly revolved around him telling me my dick was really nice, and his saying how much he would like to suck it. Also, I was caught up in thinking about how tonight was going to go down.
I began to wonder if Steve would start it or if I would have to take the lead. I knew I wanted to suck his dick, and I really hoped he would suck mine.
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After Steve came home from working later than usual, he showered and we ate our supper. It was now past 9 p.m. His wife had been at work since early afternoon.
All day long I had been looking forward to swapping blow jobs with Steve! Now I was beginning to worry he might be too tired from working. He really worked hard at his job because he was required to unload his truck and reload skids with the delivery. Not to worry though. He asked, "Do you want to look for some nice cocks to view on the Internet?"
I said, "Hell, yeah!"
We found some nice sites and drooled over the content, commenting about what we saw and wishing ours looked so good. Soon Steve suggested we strip down and jerk off again.
I said, "Maybe you might like to blow me. I could go for that. Do you want to blow me?"
He said, "I was hoping you would let me suck your cock before you go back home! I love looking at your dick, Gene!"
"It's a nice one," he kept telling me over and over. So, we went into his bedroom, laid down on his king-sized bed, and he started sucking my dick.
I said, "Heh, I want to suck you, if you will let me!"
He said, "Go on, suck it to your heart's content!"
So we did the 69 thing, and it was really good getting to blow my buddy after all those 30 years of knowing him. A lot of missed years and good blow-by-blow times also! (Pun intended.)
I did my best to deep throat his cock, and it tasted so good with the pre-cum he was leaking. His balls were so big that I could hardly get one in my mouth. But I did!
It was not long until I blew my nuts in Steve's mouth. He did not swallow, though, and he rushed off to spit it out in the toilet. When he came back, I finished him off by letting him cum in my mouth and I did swallow it all. It tasted so good ... how could I not keep it? He was impressed by my swallowing his cum.
My plan was to fuck his butt before I had to go home. He had said he loved to get his butt fucked, and I like a good butt fuck too! His wife worked nights, so we were free to play every night.
The next night as soon as we were through eating, I jokingly asked him again, "Do you really like getting it up the ass?" He said, "Hell, yes, and I like a guy to piss on me too!" He loved water sports!
He had a really huge walk in shower in his bedroom, which was nice for me to piss on him as he directed my dick while it streamed out on him. I'm not interested in water sports, as that is not my thing. But again, to each his own!
Did you ever get a blow job from a guy that had top and bottom false teeth? Well, I'm here to tell you my buddy was the best at suckin' cock without his teeth! My blow jobs from him were the best of all I ever got from another guy! Those soft gums were really easy on the cock and helped me cum fast in his mouth. I just could not hold back from cumming when Steve sucked my dick. I told him he was a professional cocksucker in good standing with his union!
It was time for me to fuck his butt. He lubed up his butt with oil and then lubed my cock without a rubber. I proceeded to push my nice stiff 6-incher slowly in his nice little cherry red butt hole. It was so good ... the feelings from fucking a guy's ass are so much more intense than any woman's pussy. Ass is not only tighter than pussy, there's a hell of a lot less wining and dining involved!
I really enjoy man-to-man play. The feelings of a man's body against mine are pure pleasure for me. Ever since my teen days with my buddy Jim, I have loved man-to-man hugging and kissing, with our hands roaming all over each other.
I pounded Steve's ass for five minutes until he said, "My ass is sore ... can we please stop?"
I pulled out and he took my cock in his mouth so fast I had no idea it was coming. My balls started to pull up, and I knew I would quickly be cumming. He took it like a man this time and swallowed it all. Go figure! That first night, as I learned later, was a show.
The few days I had left went by so fast it was a shame. But still, we had a few more nights like this before I had to return home. It was a terrific suck 'n' fuck week for both of us. I fucked him a few more times before I had to fly back home.
I still wish we had been teenage buddies, and that I had been part of his gang of cocksuckers.
Still, Steve sure did a good job of fooling me for thirty years!
Part Two
After thirty years, I had found out my buddy Steve was gay. We had lots of good times together, both before I found out he was gay and after.
I eventually decided I now wanted to come to Florida to live, but my wife was against it. She stayed back home and I lived with my buddy Steve for about six months. It was right during those bad hurricanes we had in 2004. I was able to get work in Orlando and made some really decent money.
Living with my buddy made it easy to swap blow jobs as often as we wanted, as long as his wife or son were not around. His young son worked a lot, plus he was almost always out with his friends. We saw very little of him.
Steve and I played grab ass and rubbed each other's cocks through our pants. If we were alone, he never wore clothes in his house. He even went naked around his wife as long as I was not present. She told him he could not do that around me. But what she didn't know about the other things that were going on in the house did not hurt her! His wife had said she would cut his balls off if she ever caught him cheating on her. What a pair of balls he would have lost, too!
Still, he slept nude every night with his wife, who was a little overweight. She slept in her panties and a bra and a shirt of some kind. I know because I was instructed to use the bathroom that was in their bedroom. I had to pass by their bed on my way to the bathroom.
Now I am not into fucking girls anymore, ever since I started sucking cock in the late nineties. So, his wife nor my own, did nothing to excite me.
My buddy Steve had the nicest, biggest balls of any guy I ever seen, and I've seen plenty. Just one of his balls was a true mouth full. I loved sucking his cock and eating his balls. The head of his cock was a little small for the size of his shaft. Still, it still tasted mighty good with lots of pre-cum that constantly leaked out of the slit. We would 69 at the drop of a hat if we were alone.
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Sometimes I'd blow him as he drove down the turnpike that took us to Camp David in Ocala, Florida. This is a gay campground. Steve told me about a lot of sex places in the Orlando area.
As I previously mentioned, Steve loved to go naked. His favorite place to go about every other weekend was Camp David. It was about an hour and fifteen minutes from his house. He raved about how cool it was to walk the paths naked and stop along the way to suck another naked guy's dick. And he did just that with whoever would let him!
I was never that bold or free with my sex with guys. Sometimes there were a lot of guys there camping out, but sometimes it was "lean pickin's." It was a true campground with lots of motor homes as well as a gay hangout place.
Women were not allowed as far as I knew.
I met a guy there that used to tie a string of leather around his balls and dick. He kept his package tied up for about ten minutes, then removed the string for five minutes. He said that this practice made your dick fatter. I have no idea if that is true, but his dick was about three inches thick and yet not very long, maybe four or five inched. Yet it was so fat it was hard to put it all in your mouth. I tried it just to say I had done so. It was not really a dick for sucking, but he was proud of it.
The campground had a screened open air room with porn videos playing constantly. The collection was always the same videos. You could choose a video to play if you wanted. It was mostly background to excite you to join in the blow job swapping.
There were some benches to sit on, and a few chairs as well.
Guys blew each other openly and talked as usual. There sometimes were three guys blowing three other guys in this small room that probably held about a dozen guys.
They had rooms you could rent for private sex, but I never saw the inside of a room.
There was a pool room, hot tub, and swimming pool. On my first visit, Steve was giving me the nickel tour as we walked around with just a towel hanging from our shoulders.
It turned me on to see all those cocks swaying in the open, as I had never been to any type of gay oriented environment before. We all remember our first times for everything!
If you walked the trail around the lake, you would see alligators in the lake. I was told sometimes the gators would be lying in the pathway. I did hear them often, but not out of the water. Once you hear a gator grunt, you know that sound right away. Scary, eh?
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I got more and more excited and semi hard by checking out all the naked dicks everywhere I looked. My excitement was so new to my senses and I had no idea it could be so exciting to see naked guys in such a casual atmosphere. None of them ever seemed to look like they were ogling another guy.
I had in my past always thought my penis was too small and not as big as the dicks I had enjoyed looking at in magazines or on the Internet. However, I must admit now that my dick is quite fine in size. There are so many guys that have the same size I have and they never seem to worry about showing their cock to anyone.
I now know I am a grower and not a shower, as I learned this also by reading on the web! Yes there are fat, long dongs, but those are really few and far between. I'm quite happy with what I have now that I know I'm not that odd guy out!
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As we approached the pool area, we saw the string-tying guy we had talked to in the video room just a few minutes earlier. He took a look at me, and said something that was unintelligible as I sort of just agreed yet had no idea what he had said. Steve looked at me and smiled, as he heard what was said, and thought I had, too.
But the big fat dick guy could see I was not aware of what his comments meant. He laughed at me and gestured to the other guys sitting there, and said as he pointed to my dick, "Looks like someone is either really excited or exceptionally horny!"
I looked down at my penis to see a stream of pre-cum hanging all the way to the ground. I didn't know whether to be embarrassed or proud, and I had no idea pre-cum could string out so far!
Everyone laughed and I said, "This place does excite me, and I guess you can tell by what you see!" Everyone took it as pure fun--me included--yet I was unaware this could happen to me until then.
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After Steve took me to Camp David, he also introduced me to a place called Hank's Place or Hank's Bar. It was a regular tavern or bar, except only gays hung out there. It had a u-shaped bar with stools and a pool table in the adjoining room. But guys would blow each other in the toilet room or out back behind the tavern. There was a high solid board, fenced-in yard outside, behind the tavern with tables, benches and chairs. After dark there was just enough light to see the guys blowing each other. The police raided it now and then, but it still is going strong. I heard guys were too blatant about their actions, and that had the neighbors calling the cops.
I once sucked an older than myself guy there. He had a really nice 6-inch cut dick; it was skinny and about the size of a quarter. This guy was close to my age and was very good about letting me blow him as I liked what he had. He never let me blow him to completion, however, as he always saved it for his live-in boyfriend that was always with him.
I really do prefer smaller cocks. If I could choose, I'd like it to be thick as a quarter and about four inches long, cut and shaved. There was a young, light skinned Cuban guy that had a very good looking dick like the older guy I had blown.
However, I only do white guys. I was almost ready to try this kid, though, as he was good looking and thin, just like I prefer in a guy!
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Steve next introduced me to Club Orlando. This was my favorite place to go. It was close to downtown Orlando. You were required to join the club for six months at a time, with an additional daily fee for any day you used the facility. There was a regular workout room with all the bodybuilding equipment you might need to stay in shape.
When you went in you registered at the front desk and they gave you a towel and locker. The daily fee came with the locker, and there was a room just off to the right where you stripped down to use just the towel to cover your dick. They did not want naked guys walking around in the common areas.
If you wanted, instead of a locker you could upgrade to a room with a small table and bed.
After getting undressed, most guys went to the open viewing showers to show others they were clean and ready for some action. Across from the showers was the dry steam room. Beside both is the wet steam room. I've blown guys or been blown in both rooms.
I once blew a guy outside in the hot tub. This place is open 24/7. Sometimes there is a lot of guys, and sometimes not.
My buddy and I went there a lot and it was always worth the visit. I met a nice, slightly younger guy in the hot dry sauna one day. Steve was with me.
This guy was a little heavy like myself and hairy like me also. We started talking and I noticed his dick was almost like mine. I wanted to suck it immediately. I was about to ask him if I could suck it, but Steve just dropped down on his knees and gobbled his dick before I could even open my mouth.
The guy said to me, "Do you kiss?"
We then started kissing. Breaking away from our kiss, he said, "I would really like to get a nice cock in my ass right about now!" "This guy is really good on my cock!"
I said, "Wow, I'm just the guy you are looking for. I love to fuck a butt!"
I bent him over a little which made my buddy's actions a little more difficult, but he never stopped sucking.
I spit on my fingers and lubed up the guy's butthole a little. I was surprised how easily my dick went in his ass. I fucked him for ten minutes. He moaned and groaned and said it was really good and thank goodness he had cum here that day. It is a lucky day, I thought!
My buddy was still working his dick over out front and underneath. He was really into my dick in his ass until I shot my load in his ass. We were both sad that it was over.
But Steve made him cum with the blow job he was giving. As I moved away a little, I saw Steve holding his false teeth in one hand and the other hand was cupping the guy's balls. Now THAT was a threesome!
I would love to meet that guy again someday. Steve and I shared a few threesomes over a few years' time, once he shared with me he was as gay as myself!
I love going to Club Orlando!
A Final Note:
A little extra comment here about my buddy Steve, that I feel should be known by you, the reader. Steve died a few years ago and somehow I wonder if he had AIDS, as I was never told anything other than he had skin cancer. Yet he supposedly had pneumonia a few times before he died. That is a telltale sign that he could have been suffering from AIDS.
Eventually, after I saw how free he was getting about blowing any swinging dick that would let him suck it, I stopped swapping sex with him. I do not have AIDS and at least, my stopping sex with him did protect me if he truly did die of AIDS.
There was also a personal fallout between us six months after we moved to Florida that had nothing to do with our sex lives together. My wife and I were insulted by his comments once too often, and our relationship ended.
Posted: 10/14/11