A Private Show at the YMCA
By Quest
Note: The following story is true and actually happened to me last week.
One afternoon as I had almost finished changing clothes in the locker room after my workout I decided to finish up (the transition from flip flops to sandals) in the TV room.
Both of the chairs were taken so the only place to sit was next to an average looking guy, somewhere between 35 & 45. In the looks dept. I'd have to say he was slightly above average because he had that look that made you think he must've been pretty hot looking during his prime. He had a cushion propped up against the arm rest on his right (I later figured that this was to block the view from the chair in the corner) and his naked feet stretched out and resting on a square wooden piece of furniture that resembled an end table but lower to the ground. He was wearing soft grey drawstring shorts and a t-shirt. We exchanged brief smiles just before I sat down and took in his nice hairy legs and good looking feet (clean, well groomed and the first three toes of each foot were just about the same length so since I was enjoying the eye candy I decided to delay the change in footwear).
He was reading a copy of the Boston Metro (a free daily newspaper) and holding it in such a way that the view of his lap from the front was completely blocked.
Then, before I knew it, the show had begun for this audience of one. He started with a slow back and forth motion with the thumb of his left hand over his dick. Ok, I thought, probably a light bit of scratching. Soon it became apparent that he was scratching an entirely different itch since due to his lack of underwear I could tell he had just gotten a woody. I figured he wouldn't be going much further than this but I couldn't have been more mistaken because it couldn't have been more than 30 seconds between his full erection and his pulling aside the left leg hole freeing up both dick & nuts.
I've never been a size queen or big fan of sucking dick but I'd be committing the sin of omission if I didn't confess that I wondered what it would be like to go down on him because it looked about four of five inches long and I've always liked the idea of sucking dick without worrying about gagging when your lips reach the base.
Two or three thoughts race through my mind in rapid succession: the first was is there something about me that makes people think I'd be ok with them whipping it out and shooting a load? Then I thought, well, it's not like he's harming anyone and if I was truly offended I could leave. I grew up a horn dog so I stayed put and even got out a magazine to read (so at least it would look like something other than what I was really doing).
Around this time the guy who was sitting in the chair by the wall had left and the one sitting in the corner had fallen asleep so I guess my horny acquaintance felt ok about going further since he brought out a small travel size bottle with some oil in it and lubed himself up. I'm at least half hard (had I not been going commando I might've given myself a few strokes too) and very much looking forward to the end result (which soon arrived).
I could tell he was close and since no one else was watching I kept my eyes glued to his dick so I wouldn't miss a drop. When he shot I jumped in surprise (and delight) at one of the best cum shots I've ever seen up close. The squirt shot up in the air at least six inches, the rest just oozed out. He cleaned up with a towel that he had with him, we look at each other in the eye for the first time since I sat down and the humor of it all hits me and I start laughing heartily (he joined in too) for the next half a minute, maybe more.
We exchanged a few words after that but nothing worth mentioning and then bid each other farewell.