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I was alone on a business trip to Atlanta. It was August, and very hot. I was staying in a fairly nice, but not swanky, hotel. I had finished my business for the day and was relaxing at the hotel pool at mid-afternoon. I had had a strong drink in the hotel bar and then swam a couple of laps to cool off. Now, I was lying on a lounge chair in my gray swim trunks, behind sunglasses. The sun, the smell of the suntan lotion and the drink conspired to make me feel pretty good as I lied there in the sun. I had always found lying around in a bathing suit to be kind of erotic, and I was mildly aroused.
I was 38 at the time, very fit, and I think, pretty good looking. Dark hair and eyes, little body hair, and a decent tan by August. I take excessive pride in my flat stomach, but it does take a lot of work, so what the hell.
There were very few other people around the pool, and none of them interesting. I lied with my eyes closed for awhile, and looked up when I heard the gate to the pool area bang open. A very good-looking guy, a little older and taller than me, in a pair of shorts with a towel over his shoulder, walked into the pool area. I watched him as he went to a lounge chair directly across the pool from me and draped his towel on it. He had dirty blonde hair and a nice long body. I was still watching him from behind my sunglasses as he kicked off his sandals and unzipped and dropped his shorts. Underneath, he was wearing a white speedo that looked great against his dark tan. It looked like it contained a pretty nice package, too.
I am married, but have been secretly bi forever. I am emotionally attached to my wife, but love having sex with other men. So raw and urgent; men don't play around, but get right to it. My business trips had often been an opportunity for me to have adventures on the side.
I continued to watch him as he walked to the end of the pool and dove in. I went back to daydreaming as he swam some laps in the pool. When I heard him stop, I looked up and saw that he was getting out of the pool on my side, about ten yards to my right. To get back to his chair, he walked right toward me before turning to walk across the short end of the pool. As he walked toward me, I was amazed by how near-transparent his speedos had become. I could just make out what appeared to be a well-trimmed patch of dark pubic hair under the wet white fabric. Below that, the outline of the head and shaft of his dick, and his large balls, were obvious. I pulled my sunglasses down a little and peered over them at him, giving him a little smile.. I felt a tingle when he smiled back. I watched him walk away from me, the two lobes of his hard ass moving against each other. I was still looking at him when he toweled off and sat down on the chair, his feet planted to either side. He briefly adjusted himself, and I thought he was still looking at me when he did, but I couldn't be sure. I pushed my sunglasses back up, lied back and closed my eyes again.
"Excuse me". I had been drifting off, and awoke with a start. He was standing right next to me, wearing just the speedos. "Sorry to bother you, but would you have a light?" he asked.
"Ah, gee, no, I'm afraid I don't. Sorry," I said with a smile.
"Good for you. It's a terrible habit anyway."
"Well, I'm not entirely without bad habits" I said, smiling up at him.
He said "do you mind if I have a seat?"
"Not at all."
He sat down on the lounge chair beside mine, facing me, while I straightened up in my chair a bit.. I told him my name was Sean; his was Paul. We made small talk for awhile, telling each other why we were there at the hotel, what kind of business we were in, where we were from. He explained that he was down on a commercial property deal for his company that was taking awhile, so he had been here for over a week. As he sat there, I couldn't help glancing down at the package in the front of his speedo. They were still wet, and up close I could see that they contained a rather large cock. I took off my sunglasses and rubbed some lotion on my face. I left them off so he could see my eyes.
It kind of seemed like the conversation was winding down - we were running out of things to say, although it seemed obvious that there was a lot of unspoken communication between us. So I took a chance and quietly said "I really like your speedos". My voice was a little hoarse as I said it.
"Thank you" he said with a smile. He glanced at my heavy trunks. "You don't wear speedos?"
I smiled. "I think I'm a little too shy to wear them in public. Afraid that I might get turned on too much for public display."
He laughed. "I know what you mean. I have to be careful what I'm thinking about when I'm wearing them."
"I'm not sure I have that kind of self-control," I said. I brazenly looked at the bulge between his legs and smiled.
"Well, would you like to try some on? I have about six pairs up in my room."
After a short pause I said "yes, I would like that. Why don't you let me buy you a drink first?" He agreed. He went back to his chair to put on his shorts and sandals and grab his towel. I put on my t-shirt and gathered my things and we walked into the hotel bar. They were advertising an L.I. iced tea special, so we both ordered one.
He finished his drink quickly, and said "why don't you give me a few minutes to straighten up my room? Come on up in about ten minutes. Room 506."
I said "sure". He smiled, touched my knee and said "great", and walked away.
After he was gone I went up to my room to freshen up. I thought about changing into something else, but decided to go as I was, as my trunks were getting pretty dry.
My heart was pounding as knocked on the door to his room. He opened it quickly with a smile. "Come on in."
He had taken his shorts off and was wearing just the white speedos. His room was cool, dimly lit with the shades drawn. There were two queen sized beds and a full length mirror on the wall facing the base of one of them.
He gave me a beer, and laid out a few pairs of speedos on the other bed. I picked up a red pair and said "how about these?" "Sure," he said, "they'll look great on you.." I stood there for a few seconds not sure what to do, and then went into the bathroom with the speedos. I thought it might be fun to keep playing innocent for a little while longer.
I took off my t-shirt and swim trunks, and put the speedos on. They did look good, and fit me just right.. I turned to check myself out in the bathroom mirror, and then walked out of the bathroom. Paul was sitting on the edge of the bed. I stood in front of him, between him and the mirror, and said "what do you think?"
"Turn around", he said. I turned, and jokingly put my arms up, with my hands behind my head, like a model. I looked in the mirror and enjoyed seeing him behind me, so close, looking at my ass.
"You look great" he said huskily. Why don't you try on the light blue ones?"
I took them in the bathroom with me and changed. My dick was beginning to get stiff, and I kept it in an `up' position with the new speedos. I walked out to the same spot, and slowly turned. We didn't say anything this time. As I turned toward the mirror, I noticed a bottle of poppers that he had left on the dresser. I picked them up and took a long pull on them, then stood in front of him, swaying a little. It was obvious that I was getting a hard-on.
"You look fucking great" he whispered.
"Thanks. How about those black ones?" I said. He reached over and handed them to me. I said "I guess I can just put them on here, huh?" He just nodded, and took a pull on the poppers himself. I stood in front of him, facing him, and slowly pulled the speedos down. Then I was naked in front of him, my cock sticking straight out. He looked me up and down, and smiled up at me. I stepped closer to him, and he reached up and touched my chest. His hand traced down across my belly, and grabbed my dick, pulling me towards him. I gasped as he began fondling my balls and guided my cock into his warm wet mouth. He expertly licked and sucked my cock, rolling his tongue around the head as he moved it in and out of his mouth.
After about a minute of this, I kneeled down in front of him and nuzzled his cock through the white speedos, which still smelled of chlorine. I pulled them away and off, and his dick came free. He had a beautiful cock, cut, thick and brown, with a large, perfectly shaped head. His pubic patch was closely trimmed. He moved his hips to the edge of the bed as I began fondling and licking him. I wrapped my fist around the base of his thick shaft and licked around his cockhead, looking up at his eyes while I did, until he was extremely hard. I then guided his cock deep into my mouth and began bobbing my head up and down on him, while my hand fondled his heavy balls. He put his hands on my head, softly saying "yeah baby, suck my cock, fuckin' suck me, yeah." I did for awhile.
Before he was about to shoot he pulled away, and told me to lay face down on the bed. I was so turned on, I was ready to do anything he wanted. He pulled up my hips and put a pillow under my midsection, so my ass was in the air. He handed me the poppers, and I inhaled deeply as he squeezed some lube on his hand and began spreading it between my ass cheeks, then slowly and gently sliding his finger up into me. He kneeled up behind me and I pushed back as I felt the head of his sweet cock press against, and then enter, my asshole. He pressed into me deeply. I loved the feeling of his cock way up inside me.
He grabbed my hips and fucked me for a few minutes before I felt his cum shoot inside of me. Then he turned me over and sucked me with a finger in my ass until I came in his mouth.
I spent some time with Paul the next day too, before I had to leave. I'll never forget my adventure with him. Ever since, seeing guys in speedos has been a major turn-on for me, and always makes me smile.