I found a Totally Cool Fuck Buddy!

I'm about to turn fifty-seven and one of the things I love about this age is the changes that are going on with my body. Most notably, my balls are starting to droop and hang lower. When I was a young man, my balls always seemed to be drawn tight against my body, but now they hang down like a bag of lose marbles. That's okay with me because I think it makes them look distinctive. I keep my pubic hair tightly trimmed and I keep my balls and cock shaved smooth. When I stand naked in front of a mirror, my hairless balls provide a nice cushion for my cock to lie against and, in fact, they make my six-inch cock look fuller and longer. And every guy knows, the most important thing in the world is to have a cock that looks fuller and longer.

My most recent sexual adventure began when I was last at Ballys gym. After a strenuous workout, I went to the shower room to clean up. We have a large community-style shower with twenty showers that all the men use. On this day, there were about ten other men showering besides me. Of course, that means there is no privacy; everybody can see everybody else. This suits me fine because I like to be naked in the company of other men; it makes me feel naughty. I know I'm doing something that might be considered inappropriate by straight people. While some guys are modest and face the wall as they shower, I enjoy the community experience and I don't hesitate to acknowledge the other guys in the shower. Of course, one has to very careful. I am queer, but I don't want to come off as such in that environment. By all appearances I am a masculine, straight man, but I glance at guys covertly just the way the others do. I think everybody is curious about cock sizes whether they are gay or straight, but we all respect each other's privacy.

I was rinsing shampoo out of my hair and when I opened my eyes a guy was showering five or six feet away from me. I nodded a greeting to him and finished rinsing my hair. As I continued showering, I occasionally glanced at the man. He was about my age, slender, with graying hair. He also had a thick, seven-inch cock that hung relaxed. His pubic area was bushy, but I did notice that he had low-hanging balls like me. There was a gold band on his ring finger, so I assumed that he was married. Whenever I glanced at him, I saw that he was studying my pubic area, which struck me as odd, considering the ring. Nevertheless, it excited me to think that he was checking me out. At one point we glanced into each other's eyes and in that fleeting moment, I sensed that there was something of a spark. For just an instant, I detected a slight grin on his face before his eyes darted down to my crotch. It wasn't a motion that could be noticed by anyone else, nothing obvious. I just hoped I wasn't misreading his signals.

He finished rinsing off, grabbed his towel, and disappeared into the changing room where there were sinks and mirrors. I took my time finishing my shower and in a couple of minutes, I too entered the changing room. Two guys were completing their routines and I noticed my guy, towel wrapped around his waist, spreading shaving cream on his face. I caught his glance briefly in the mirror as I went about getting my dry clothes out of the locker. It seemed like we were definitely flirting although I know that sounds very gay. When I took my towel off, I had a slight erection; my cock had firmed up a little. I didn't look at my guy while I pulled on my underwear and adjusted my balls. My cock felt deliciously firm in my underwear and it was at that instant that I glanced at my guy; he was looking at me in the mirror's reflection. I purposely took my time getting the rest of my clothes out of the locker because I wanted him to see my growing bulge. Before I pulled on my gym shorts, I gave him one last glance and went into the main locker room. This was the moment of truth. Would he pick up on my signals or was I just imagining the whole thing?

I was sitting on the bench in front of my locker putting on my shirt, socks and tennis shoes when my guy came in with a towel still wrapped around his waist. I thought I noticed a bulge under his towel, but I wasn't sure. He stood five lockers down from me as he took dry clothes out of his locker. When he was ready to get dressed, he whipped off his towel and threw it on the bench. Then I saw it! He had a beautiful half hard-on with a fat plum-shaped head. I casually glanced at him and then glanced into his eyes. He kept fiddling in his locker casually as his dangling cock firmed up even more. It wasn't by any means a full erection, but it did indicate his interest. He shuffled around in his clothes pile until he found a pair of underwear and pulled them on. They were those sheer, tight briefs cut like Speedos that showed everything and he filled them out well. His cock was pressed flat against his abdomen and I saw every detail of the head. Then he turned toward me slightly as he adjusted his cock and balls. He was looking down at the floor, but I knew that this display was for my benefit.

I stuffed my workout clothes in my gym bag, stood up, and turned to leave. As I passed him, I glanced once more at his crotch and nodded.

"Have a good day," I muttered.

I silently cussed myself for not being more outgoing because I'm not usually like that. However, I was a little flustered because of the situation. I was turned on, but I didn't know how to take the next step. I decided to kill some time in the lobby and see if he would eventually come out. I signed out at the desk and walked over to the kiosk where they sell nutritional supplements and workout clothes. I was looking at the protein supplements when I felt a presence near me. I turned around and, to my surprise, there he was!

"Oh, hi," I said, "How are you doing?"

"I'm good," he answered, nodding.

"You know," I said, "I have to apologize. I should have introduced myself in the locker room. I don't know what the Hell came over me. Anyway, my name is Bill."

He nodded and grinned. "Hi, Bill. I'm David."

I reached out and shook his hand. He had a good, strong handshake and I always appreciate that in a man or a woman.

"So, why didn't you introduce yourself earlier?"

"I guess I was kind of flustered. Pretty stupid, actually."

David looked puzzled.

"Well," I added, "I'm sitting there getting dressed and all of a sudden there's your package in my face.

He grinned knowingly. "You don't like my package?"

"What's not to like," I answered with a chuckle.

I took a tub of protein powder from the display and started to read the label on the back.

"Do you use this stuff," he asked.

"I used to when I tried to be a bodybuilder, but it's gotten too expensive. Now I just try to eat good, healthy food without a lot of calories."

"Yeah, I'm with you," said David. "I get my protein from natural sources."

I turned to look him straight in the eye. He had an impish grin on his face.

"Is that an innuendo?"

He shrugged his shoulders.

"Take it any way you like."

I studied his face as he grinned like the proverbial Cheshire Cat. Actually, I hoped that he was coming on to me. Doesn't that make me sound like a fag? Truth be told, I wanted to drop to my knees and suck him off right there. However, I thought it would be better to take my time and not get premature. I would let him make the next move. I put the protein powder back on the shelf and swung my gym bag over my shoulder.

"Well, I'd better get going."

"Yeah, me too."

David threw his bag over his shoulder and walked outside with me to the parking lot.

"What are your plans for the rest of the day," he asked.

"I'm just gonna go home and relax. I have the weekend off."

"Well, do you want to come over to my place? Maybe we can watch a movie and have some beers."

"What about your wife," I asked, gesturing toward his ring hand.

"She's out shopping with her friends. She'll be gone all day."

"Well, okay," I said, "I can come over for a while."

I agreed to follow him and we drove to a nice complex of garden apartments a couple of miles away. David ushered me inside his nicely furnished condo which had the civilized touch of a woman. A large media center sat in the middle of the wall with nice surround-sound speakers on each side. He dropped his gym bag on the floor and clapped his hands together.

"Okay, why don't you get comfortable and I'll go upstairs and get a movie for us. Then I'll get us some drinks."

I nodded. "Sounds good to me."

He went upstairs while I looked around briefly. I figured we were going to have sex and I felt my cock getting hard. I intended to wait for David, but the boner in my pants had other plans. I pulled off my shoes and socks, unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them off with my underwear in one swift motion. Then I found a place on the couch. I gently stroked my cock until I heard him padding back down the stairs. His reaction would tell me if I had misconstrued his intentions. He saw me playing with my cock and smiled.

"Good, you took my advice," he said.

"Hope you're not upset. I took a big chance doing this."

"No," he insisted, "you're perfect."

He took a DVD out of its case and loaded it in the player. Then he stood waiting until the title, "Cock Hounds," finally appeared on the screen. When the movie started, he quickly pulled off all his clothes and threw them in a pile. His cock, which I had only seen partially erect, was now a beautiful, full-blown hard-on. He stroked it for me several times to make it even harder, if that was possible. Then he walked over to me and let me stroke it. I leaned over and licked the silky head and then swallowed him down to the root. He let me suck him for a couple of seconds until he pulled away.

"I'd better relax a little," David sighed. "I'm hot as a pistol, but I don't wanna cum just yet." I nodded and leaned back into the couch.

"Let me get our drinks," he said, "and then we can get serious."

He hurried into the kitchen while I watched the video. One guy had his face buried in the couch cushions while the other guy, with a monster cock, had it buried in his ass. My cock sprang to attention in my hand and I squeezed out a pearl of pre-cum. I knew I was going to cum too soon, also, so I tried to slow down a little.

David reappeared in a minute with two beers and a softening cock. He offered me one of the beers and I took a long swallow before setting it on the side table. He knelt on the floor in front of me and stroked my balls gently.

"God, these are so beautiful," he cooed. "I love low-hangers; especially when they're shaved."

"Well, buddy, they're all yours. Enjoy yourself."

I scooted forward on the couch while holding my cock out of the way so my balls would hang out as far as possible. This gave him complete access, even to my asshole. He stroked my balls gently, like one would pet a frightened animal. Then he leaned forward and gently licked them before carefully pushing my entire ball sac into his mouth. The feeling was exquisite; warm and moist! I have always wanted someone to suck my balls and this was a dream come true. I felt like a whore and I wanted to be used in any way possible. I rolled on my side and pulled my butt cheeks apart to expose my asshole. David took the hint and tongued me, pushing it in as deep as possible. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into my ass.

As he concentrated on my butt, I reached between my legs and stroked my cock which was slick with pre-cum. I was actually hoping that he would fuck me and I thought he might when he started stroking his cock with his free hand.

"Why don't you fuck me?"

He helped me get on my knees and expose my ass. My asshole was so slippery with spit that it was easy for him to push his cock in to the hilt.

"God, that feels good," I grunted.

He fucked me for a few seconds and then pulled out long enough to drop to his knees and suck my low-hangers from behind. He was like a kid in a candy shop, not sure what to do. Suck this, fuck that, lick those.

"I could eat you up," he hissed.

"Man, I wish you would. I want you to use me like a fucking whore. Make me your cunt. Make me your bitch!"

I sat back up on the couch and David stood up and drove his cock in my mouth. The thing was harder than I had ever seen it. I used his balls as a handle while I guided his cock in and out of my mouth.

"That feels great, he groaned."

I hummed in agreement as I ran my hand up the back of his leg to his ass. There I found his asshole and teased the sphincter with the tip of my finger. He arched his back a little, obviously wanting me to go further. I wet my finger with lots of spit and then found his asshole again. I screwed my finger into his ass until I hit bottom. He grunted like a pig and I felt his cock swell in my mouth.

"Oh, my God. You're killing me!

I just kept fingering and sucking. He was obviously near the edge.

"Bill," he panted, "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum."

I pulled my finger out of his ass and slid off his cock while he pumped it furiously. I leaned back, pulled my cock out of the way, and spread my legs as far as I could.

"Cum all over me, David. Cum on my balls.

He crouched down and aimed his blistering cock at my crotch. With one great sigh, his cock erupted. The first sizzling blast hit me right on the nut sac and more shots landed on my pubic area and chest.

"Give it to me."

I was furiously pumping my cock trying to catch up to him as he shot wad after wad of hot cum on me. I had a vision of drinking his cum from a gallon bucket.

With one last grunt he shot his last wad on me and collapsed to his knees. When I started cumming, I arched my back off the couch and aimed my cock at the ceiling. I reached around and jammed my finger in my ass as hard as I could to intensify the feeling. Ropes of cum exploded from my cock and landed on my belly as I jacked it like a madman. David slid his hands up and down my thighs while he barked commands.

"Come on, you whore. Finger your little cunt. Come on. Show me that cum!"

I thrashed around on the couch until I wrenched the last bit of cum out my cock. I wished he was using me in every way possible. I wished he was fucking me. I wished I was drinking his cum. I wished he was still cumming on me. Oddly enough, I wished he was beating me!

I collapsed on the couch and slowly pulled my finger out of my ass. I was a quivering mass, looking through squinted eyes at my lover. I was covered all over with his cum and mine. I laid my hand on David's and squeezed it lovingly.

"That was amazing."

He leaned forward and licked our mixed cum off my balls. Then he gently sucked my ball sac into his mouth. I jacked my cock slowly, although there was no chance of getting hard again. I pulled my butt cheeks apart and he forced his tongue back in my ass. I leaned forward and kissed the top of his head and then relaxed back against the couch while caressing his hair.

Suddenly the door knob jiggled and we both jumped. I shot David a look of terror as I tried to cover myself with a pillow. He jumped up and snapped off the DVD player although we had long forgotten about the porn movie. Then he grabbed his t-shirt from the piles of clothes on the floor and hurried to get dressed, but not before the door burst open an in charged his wife. She had an armload of packages, but the bright sun outside prevented her from seeing me or her half-naked husband in the darkened room.

"Hi Hon," she chirped. You won't believe all the bargains I found. Everyone is having sales. I got a new pair of shorts, some new tennis shoes, and I got you a new shirt."

Her eyes didn't adjust for a few seconds until she closed the door and got used to the darkened living room. Then she saw David and me and dropped her packages. When she saw her husband, standing frozen in the middle of the room, with his cock hanging out and a naked stranger clutching a couch pillow against his crotch, a look of disbelief spread over her face and she freaked out.

"What's going on here," she demanded. "Who is he? What the fuck is going on here?"

David scrambled to get his shorts, but not before his wife lunged across the room and slapped him hard against the face.

"Are you having sex with this guy," she screamed, slapping him again. "Are you a fucking queer? Are you guys queer?"

"Sherry, please," David whined as he tried to find his shorts. "Please, sweetheart." She slapped him again.

"Don't you 'sweetheart' me, you motherfucker! You son of a bitch! You bastard!" More slaps. David gave up trying to get his shorts and grabbed Sherry in a bear hug, but she struggled in his arms like a wild animal.

"Sherry, calm down. Please calm down."

"Don't tell me to calm down, you fuck! You bastard! You son of a bitch!

She struggled violently, but David refused to let go. He held on tight while she wriggled against him. She glared at me with fire in her eyes and I was afraid to do anything for fear that she would get away from David and jump me. I just clutched my pillow against my nakedness.

"You motherfucker," she screamed at me. "You cock-sucking motherfucker!" One thing for sure, this demure, little broad had a mouth on her.

After a minute of struggle, Sherry finally went limp in David's arms. He dragged her over to the couch and set her down gently. Exhausted, Sherry wilted and draped her arm over her eyes. This gave me a second to examine her. She was a handsome woman, about forty-five, with shoulder-length chestnut hair and a tight body. Her legs were tanned and muscular and her ample tits filled her sun dress nicely. David did well; she was a very cute girl.

David looked exhausted, too, like he had just wrestled a grizzly bear. He didn't even have the energy to put his shorts on. He just stumbled over to the couch with his cock hanging down and slumped down between his wife and me. We looked at each other, afraid to say a word or to make a move. Eventually, Sherry lifted her arm and looked at her husband with resignation.

"So," she sighed, "are we finished, David? Is our marriage over?"

He put his arms around her.

"God, no, Sherry. I love you."

"You love me? You're having sex with a man and you love me? You're a queer."

"Actually," he said, "I guess I'm bisexual. I've had these feelings for years. I just never had the nerve to act on them until recently."

"How recently? When did you start sucking dicks?"

"About two years ago."

She motioned toward me. "Well, how long have you known him?"

"We met this morning at the gym."

Sherry pushed away from her husband.

"What? You mean to tell me that you picked him up this morning and you brought him to our house this afternoon to fuck him? Where are your manners? You didn't buy him dinner? You didn't buy him drinks?"

I chuckled over Sherry's snide remark, but she pushed David out of the way to stare me in the face. If looks could kill, I would be a corpse right now. I turned to look her in the face.

"By the way, I'm Bill." I extended my hand to shake hers, but she slapped it out of the way.

"Piss off."

David squeezed Sherry's thigh. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry I just dropped this in your lap. I wanted to talk to you about it, but I could never find the right moment."

"So you decided to give me a 'show and tell'? I'm sorry I screwed up your schedule, but I was done shopping and I wanted to get home to spend some time with you. I didn't expect you to have your boyfriend over."

I leaned forward to look her in the face. "Sherry, I know this is a lot to absorb, but at least give him a chance."

"How the Hell would you know what I'm trying to absorb and why should I give him a chance?"

"I was married before," I answered, "and my wife had to deal with this same situation."

"You mean she couldn't she accept the fact that you suck dicks," she asked sarcastically.

"Well," I answered gently, "if she had been willing to discuss things reasonably, we probably could have saved our marriage."

"How would discussing things 'reasonably' have possibly saved your marriage," she snickered.

"I would have told her that if she were willing to accept my lifestyle and needs, we could have a rewarding sex life that included not just other men, but other women as well."

"Oh, God," Sherry sputtered, "I could never have sex with a woman. That's disgusting!"

"Don't knock it until you've tried it," I countered.

"I had a girlfriend before I was married who finally tried girl-on-girl sex and she absolutely loved it! I used to come home from work and find them in bed eating each other's pussies like there was no tomorrow. In fact, I kind of felt that I was imposing on them when I wanted to fuck them, but fortunately, they were gracious enough to let me do it after their cunts were sopping wet. And when I eventually suggested bringing in another guy to help me with my manly duties, my girlfriend was all for it."

I could tell that my last comment set the wheels turning in Sherry's pretty little head as she considered what it would be like to have two guys servicing her! She looked me up and down again and then studied her husband and his thickening cock.

"Before I agree to anything," Sherry cooed, "I would have to know what you can do as a lover. I already know that David is talented, but you're untested."

She pulled off her panties and her sun dress, tossed them on the floor, and began massaging her swollen clit as she grinned at me. I knew that I had her now! I've always been a very oral guy and besides sucking cocks, I love to eat pussy. It's because I treat the clit like a separate being and actually make love to it, gently tickling and teasing. As far as I'm concerned, I haven't really made love to a woman until she's had four or five orgasms, which usually come from eating her pussy. So without hesitation, I got down on my knees between her widespread legs, smelled the aroma of her hot pussy, and slowly licked the length of her engorged clit, which sent an electric shock through her body.

"Oh, my God," Sherry hissed. "Buster, you can do that all day!"

She spread her legs even farther to give me unhindered access and I obliged by diving in. I tickled and slathered her clit with my tongue until she squirmed all over the couch.

"God, you're killing me," she hissed, as she reached up to twist her nipples. "Eat my cunt, you cock-sucking queer".

I didn't stop eating Sherry's pussy until I had wrenched four orgasms out of her and then I finally decided to give her a break. I leaned back on my haunches and studied her sweet face bathed in the aura of orgasm. She looked at us through slitted eyes. David was busy stroking his massive cock and I wished I was on my knees sucking it!

"Are you ready to cum, Baby?"

"God, yes," gasped David. "I took two Viagras and I'm as hard as a steel pipe."

"Good," she said, as she rolled over and exposed her cute ass. "I want you to fuck me." Then she turned her head to look at her husband.

"But you know what? I want it in my ass."

"Are you sure, Sherry? I may be too big for you."

"I'm sure you are, my Love, but I want to see what all the excitement is about. I want to see why Bill likes your cock in his ass."

David looked at me like he had just won the million-dollar Lotto! I leaned forward to spit a glob of saliva on Sherry's rosebud as David got into position behind her. Then I spread her ass-cheeks apart so he could put the head of his cock against her sphincter. He slowly coaxed the fat cockhead in.

"Is this okay, Baby?"

"Yeah," Sherry nodded, "give it to me."

With one powerful thrust, David pushed his cock deep into Sherry's bowels.

"Son of a bitch," screamed Sherry. "It feels like a fucking baseball bat!"

"Do you want me to stop," asked David with a note of concern.

Instead she rocked back and forth and impaled herself on her husband's massive cock. She screwed her ass in a circular motion until she had all of David's seven inches in her sweet ass.

"No," she gasped, "I can take it."

With her approval, David plowed into his wife's ass. To help inspire him, I wet my finger, found his asshole, and pushed it deep into his bowels. He grunted his approval and clenched around my finger like a vise-grip. I probed deeper in an effort to find his prostate gland because I knew that would help force an orgasm.

"Oh, God," moaned David, "I'm getting close."

"Bill," hissed Sherry, "make yourself useful. Get up here and jack-off in my mouth." She twisted around on the couch as much as she could with David's cock in her ass.

Now I faced a dilemma! I was busy fingering David's ass, but his cute wife wanted my cum in her mouth. I couldn't deny the lady her wish! So, I carefully withdrew my finger and proceeded to climb over the couch to get near Sherry's open mouth. David watched me stroke my hard-on as he reached his orgasm. I stroked my cock furiously as David let out a moan.

"God, Bill, give it to her!"

That was all the encouragement I needed. In that tangle of bodies, I stretched out towards Sherry and pointed my erupting cock at her mouth. The first glob splattered on her neck, but once I adjusted my angle, the second glob landed squarely in her mouth! She moaned approvingly and quickly swallowed her mouthful. In a split second, she opened her mouth and I rewarded her with another dollop of spooge. Upon seeing this, David let out a moan and pumped his load into Sherry's ass. The air was thick with the humid smell of cum and wet pussy. Sherry grunted as David pounded her ass relentlessly!

"Ugh, ugh, ugh," gasped Sherry. "Fuck me, Baby."

After I finished cumming on Sherry, I collapsed on the heap of flesh under me. Sherry found my panting mouth and kissed me lightly on the lips. After David was done filling his wife, he slowly withdrew his slimy cock and hugged Sherry around the waist with his head resting on her sweaty back. We stayed that way for a couple of minutes just enjoying the closeness; listening to our breathing, feeling our heartbeats.

After a few minutes we untangled our bodies and found a place to rest next to each other on the couch. David reached over to Sherry and kissed her gently on the lips. Then he nodded to me and grinned. Sherry reached out and cradled his slimy cock in her hand. Then she found my wilting cock.

"That was amazing," she sighed.

"Thank you, Sweetheart, for doing this," David whispered. "You don't know what this means to me."

"Well, I know what it means to me," answered Sherry. "It means that I have two guys that will fuck me whenever and however I want it." David and I both nodded in agreement. "And I'm going to fuck you guys once I get a big, fat strap-on dildo."

"I'll order it today," chuckled David.

"Can we find a girl for me to make love to," asked Sherry. "I've always wanted to go down on a pussy."

"I already have someone in mind," I answered.

"Well," said Sherry, it looks like this may work out after all."