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There have been a couple of requests recently for male-male watersports stories. Here is a repost of an original story that I posted last year. This is partly autobiographical and partly fantasy... Comments cheerfully accepted, flames summarily ignored... Enjoy
Encounter at the Hotel
An original story/fantasy Copyright 1993 by an46280
WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING
This story contains graphic sex with watersports between two adult males. If this sort of thing offends you, please read no further...
I had just finished my sales meeting and was back in my room at a Chicago hotel. It had been a long day of negotiating, and I needed some relaxing. Being in the sales game means I get to check out the pools at hotels all over the country, and do a little cruising. I decided to go to the whirlpool in the courtyard. I opened my suitcase and fished out a green bikini style nylon Speedo swimsuit with a modern design on it. It stripped out of my business clothes and squeezed myself into the suit.
I admit that I am an exhibitionist, and I usually buy size 36 bikinis even though I am really a 38. I like them tight, so I can show off the goodies to anyone interested in looking. I grabbed the room key and a towel and headed for the courtyard.
It was fairly late, about 8:30, so I didn't expect much activity, and that was the case. In fact, the pool and whirlpool were deserted. I pressed the button to start the whirlpool and climbed in. I submurged to my neck and relaxed in the hot, steaming water. I had been in the water about five minutes when I heard someone approach from behind me. I heard a towel and key fall on a nearby table, and when I opened my eyes and looked up over my head, I saw who it was.
There was a guy standing there, about 40, a little on the plump side, like myself. He was carrying a six-pack of Coors. He was wearing a pair of light blue Lycra bike shorts that came down to the middle of his thighs. He obviously was not wearing any underwear, and his cock and balls were prominently outlined by the thin fabric. I got a twinge in the crotch looking at him.
"How's the water?" he asked.
I cleared my throat, and answered, "It's really nice. Hop in."
"Thanks, I will." He padded to the opposite end of the whirlpool and stepped into the water. He had a small moustache, but almost no body hair. I am the same except for a short beard. I watched him enter the pool, and hoped something would happen tonight.
He reached for his six-pack and pulled off two cans. He offered one to me. "Have a beer?"
"Thanks." I took the can and started drinking it. I was about half way through when the timer on the whirlpool clicked off and the water stopped bubbling. Since the new guy had only just arrived, I thought another cycle would be in order. "I'll get it," I said, and climbed out of the water and walked to the switch. I could feel his eyes following me. I pressed the button and walked back to the edge. I adjusted my suit a little at the waist and got back in the water.
"Have another?" he asked, offering me another can. I quickly downed the one I was working on and accepted it.
"Thanks again."
"I like your suit," he commented, "Is that one of the new designs?"
"Yeah," I responded, "I just got it the other day." This sure sounded like a come-on line to me, so I decided to go for it. "Would you like to have a closer look?"
"You bet!" He smiled, obviously accepting the offer. He moved through the water and sat down beside me. Immediately I felt his fingertips feeling along the waistband of my suit and then down the front of the fabric to the leg openings. My cock responded right away. He squeezed the growing bulge. "Oh yes, Mr. Studley," he said, taking his hand away. "Finish your beer, there's still two left."
"All this beer is making me want to piss."
"Well, hold on to it, stud, you're going to need it."
I assumed he was talking about golden showers. I had not been in that scene for quite a while. I asked him directly if he was into it. "You bet," he answered, "It's a hot time. Do you have a problem with it?"
"No," I said, "It's just been a long time."
"I live for it," he said, smiling, "Finish your beer." He was already getting the last two cans. Within a couple of minutes, all the beer was consumed.
"Let's go to my room," he suggested.
We got out of the water, both of us sporting big hardons in our suits. I reached for my towel to dry off. He noticed this and told me not to bother. We walked soaking wet through the hall to his room. Inside, I noticed he had already prepared the king size bed. It had three layers of sheets on it over a plastic one. I asked him where all the sheets came from, and he said he brings them with him on his trips.
"I have a real fetish for guys in Speedos, so I want you to leave them on, OK?" he asked. I nodded approval. "Lay down on the bed, in the middle."
I did as he asked, but I noticed his requests were starting to sound like commands. I didn't mind that, as I could play either top or bottom as the situation required.
He got on the bed with me, leaving his Lycra shorts on. He got between my legs and started right away licking my thighs. He worked his way up to the leg opening of the suit, then moved to my crotch. I instinctively spread my legs as far as I could to give him access. He dove in and licked and nuzzled and sucked the water through the fabric. Over the next ten minutes, he succeded in dewatering most of the front of my suit. I had a hardon that could drive nails. Then he looked up at me. "Your suit's getting dry. I like it better wet."
He got up on his knees and worked his way around to my side. He stripped his shorts down far enough to free his cock. He grabbed his dick and started to piss a powerful stream right on my belly. He played the stream down over my swim suit and got it thoroughly drenched. I was moaning and moving around like I was on fire or something. He stopped pissing for a moment and moved to aim his cock at my face. He let go again, and the hot pungent stream hit me right in the face. He soaked my face and hair. "Come on, open your mouth and drink it!" I did as he asked, and almost came in my suit in the process. "Yeah," he said, stopping the piss flow. He noticed my obvious state of excitement. "You love it. I can tell a real piss pig from a mile away!" He sent another squirt in my face. "Roll over on your belly, you fucking animal."
I was excited to hear him talk to me like this. I thought that I was in fact an animal now, without morality or inhibition, writhing in pleasure from his hot piss. I rolled over and lay face down in the huge puddle of yellow liquid. He used his remaining piss to soak the rear of my suit. He told me not to piss yet, and then got down between my legs again, sucking my asshole throuth the piss soaked fabric. After several minutes of this, he told me to roll over again, and that he was close to coming and needed my piss.
I rolled over on my back, and he fished my cock out of one of the leg holes of the suit. This required some work, since I had a raging hardon. He held my cock gently, waiting for it to soften. Since I needed to piss so badly it was starting to hurt, my erection went down fairly quickly. He held my cock straight up and got into position directly over it, his face about six inched from my cock. He kept repeating softly, "Give me your piss. I really need it."
As soon as I was able, I pissed hard right into his face. He opened his mouth and let it wash in and out. He played the stream all over his face and hair. The hot fluid fell back onto my belly and suit which was already drenched. I continued to piss for what seemed like a long time, and finally the flow subsided. He looked up at me with a look of ecstacy on his piss soaked face and told me he was about to come. I told him to shoot in my face, which he was more than happy to do a few seconds later, after he scrambled around close to my head. He shot an enormous load of hot sticky sperm which splashed from my forehead to my beard. After several spurts, I took his cock in my mouth and cleaned up the last few drops. I continued to suck his cock until it went limp. Then he pulled his Lycras back up into place.
Without saying a word, he lay down in the piss beside me and started sucking my cock. It didn't take long until I filled him mouth with my own hot load. He sucked me dry, but held the load in his mouth, then turned around and kissed me, and we shared my slimy come between us. He eventually swallowed most of it. Then we just lay there in each others arms for a few minutes, wallowing in the piss and cum.
After a brief rest, we got up off the bed. "Can I shower?" I asked. "What for?" he responded, "Let's go back out to the whirlpool to clean up."
I stuffed my cock back into my suit, and picked up our towels and keys and went out, soaking wet with piss and come. As we were walking down the hall, he said, "By the way, my name's Jimmy".
"I'm Charles, " I responded and we shook wet hands. We got back in the whirlpool for another cycle, during which we talked about some of the kinky things we had done. Then we went our separate ways, and I never saw him again.
-FIN-