By Lee Mariner
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The silver light of the autumn moon filtered through thick
growths of tall pines, and the occasional lit windows of cottages and
homes blinked in the depths of heavily wooded groves as I sped by on my
way to the Catskill. I was turning over the afternoon and evening
in my mind and couldn't help trying to remember when so many delightful
scenarios involving handsome well-endowed men had materialized in such
Darryl would have whetted the appetite of any well-adjusted
gay man, and he had had that effect on me when I saw him. Although the
golden water sprites were not yet full grown men, they were at the
to manhood, and they presented the opportunity for an exciting
a' trios if they were so inclined. Having been involved in one
or two very exciting and satisfying threesomes in the past, I would not
object to being involved in another. However, in addition to Darryl and the
water nymphs, there was Stanley. Harold had made obvious overtones as to
his desires, but prior to doing so, he had appointed Stanley as my
During the course of eating dinner, it became obvious that Stanley was
interested in becoming better acquainted. I found myself caught betwixt and
between in a position that I had not anticipated.
Regardless of the titillating feelings in my groin and the on again
off again swelling of my cock as I mused about the possibilities of the
situation, common sense told me of the improbabilities. Fortunately, or
unfortunately, as with a heavily laden proverbial smorgasbord, I
was reluctant to pass up any of the offered delicacies.
"Gads, what a quandary to be in," I mused to myself. The
fear in the back of my mind was that with what could become an
problem I would almost certainly find myself engaged with Molly Palm
and her Five Sisters.
When I turned off route nine onto the thruway access road, I
noticed that the motel "no vacancy" sign was lit, but the brightly lit
sign more than illuminated the motel entrance drive. Hidden spotlights
lit the drive making car headlights unnecessary, and I reduced mine
only the parking lights visible. The highway sign was brightly lit,
but the motel signs on the eves of the roof line had been extinguished,
and with the exception of the lounge lights the temporary reservation
lights had been reduced to only a few. An almost indiscernible
was behind the makeshift desk. As I passed the office, I strained,
success, to see whether it was Darryl. Quickly glancing at my wristwatch,
I saw it was a quarter past eleven and thought that the indistinguishable
figure could be Darryl's relief since, as I recalled, he had mentioned
his shift ended at eleven o'clock.
"Ah, well," I thought as I parked in the assigned space for
my room. "Win some and lose others."
The stale air of the room hit me as I opened the door, and,
cursing myself under my breath, I set the air-conditioned on high.
"I should have done that before I left for dinner," I exclaimed out loud
as, for some inane reason, I walked toward the sliding glass doors,
out into the silver moon lit night. Perhaps, I was hoping for a glimpse
of Bryan and his unnamed companion; but the drapes had been drawn over the
doorway through which they had disappeared leaving only a glimmer of light
outlining where they met the doorjambs.
A feeling of disappointment swept over me as I realized that
we, my cock and I, would be alone for the night unless by some miracle
the indoor pool and spa was frequented by another man as horny as I was.
Quickly doffing my clothing, I pulled on the only pair of
I had that even remotely resembled swimming attire. They were a tad
but I couldn't bring myself to discard them since so many memories of
days at the beach were attached. Inhaling deeply and sucking my gut in,
I managed to close the waistband snap with only a little difficulty.
The air-conditioner was doing what it should have been doing a
few hours earlier. Re-setting the controls to low, I arranged my
before again sucking my gut in to close the zipper. Slipping my
feet into my shower clogs and throwing a towel over my shoulder, I
at the reflection in the bathroom door. The tight shorts enhanced the
hint of unwanted love handles in the mid-riff area, and I made a mental
note to increase my daily sit-ups from one hundred to one hundred fifty,
and my daily walks by at least another five miles.
Fortunately, the motel furnished a
terry cloth robe, but unfortunately as I had an end room I had to walk
the length of the hallway to where the enclosed pool and spa were located
off of the motel reception lobby. Due to the lateness of the hour,
I could only assume and hope that the adults had retired. From
the golden teenagers enter one room and the adults that were with them
a different one, I hoped that the teenagers wouldn't be inclined to retire
as early as the adults would.
The walls that enclosed the pool/spa were glass on the upper
half and some type of waterproof material on the lower half. The pool
was by my estimate about eight by twenty feet, and there was a wide
between the pool and a large in-floor concrete hot tub with a set of built
in steps with chrome handrails that allowed easy access. There were
several infrared heating lamps that were recessed in the ceiling as well
as normal ceiling lights. There was a stack of plastic lounge chairs in
one corner, available to whoever wanted one. Two had been used, and
whoever had used them had neglected to take their soft drink cans and
water bottles with them when they left.
The pool water was choppy as if someone had recently used it,
and I was consciously cursing my tardiness and hoping it had not been
the two beautiful young men that had been in the outside pool. The
steaming hot water in the hot tub was bubbling, swirling and foaming.
"Oh well," I lamented softly as I looked around the empty
"No need to come this far without getting wet."
The rooms atmosphere was warm and humid, and the wet floor had
a nonskid surface that hopefully would prevent someone from falling.
Some water dripped from the ceiling and ran down the fog-covered
windows leaving clear rivulets. There were inset gutters on each side
of the pool that directed the water that splashed from the pool, ceiling
and walls to drains located at the four corners of the rectangular room.
Hanging my robe and towel on one of the many wall hooks, I
my clogs off and moved to the pool coping. Curling my toes over
the edge, I went through a short series of arm windmills and breathing
exercises before diving into the warm water and swimming the length of
I didn't know that someone had joined me until I reached the
end of my sixth lap and vaulted from the pool to sit and rest for a
with my legs dangling in the water.
A soft baritone voice from behind me said, "You're a good
Startled by the unexpected voice, I quickly twisted around and
saw Darryl sitting on the edge of the hot tub.
"Darryl," I exclaimed. "You surprised me."
"I'm sorry, Sir, I didn't mean to," he said softly, apologizing
and twisting to face me with left leg in the water and the right leg
bent at the knee and laying on the cement with his foot tucked behind
his left knee. "I usually take a swim and soak in the tub after
work to sort of relax after my shift in the office," he said, chuckling
and grinning, his soft azure blue eyes twinkling brightly.
Dressed in Ivy League fashion, he was a strikingly handsome
man; wearing only a tight spandex swimming suit, he was akin to manna
sent from heaven. His powerful broad shoulders and beautifully muscled
torso tapered to a small waist and narrow hips that merged with powerfully
muscled thighs and calves. A thin but noticeable growth of light brown
chest hair spread over his impressive chest muscles, and gathered where
his clavicles joined to create the sternum. A thin dark growth cascaded
between twin ridges of hard abdominal muscles, and covered his inny naval
and pelvis before disappearing beneath the waistband of his tight
form-fitting swimsuit. The position of his dark peach fuzz covered thigh
with his hand resting on his knee restricted the view of his crotch and
"The biblical David returned from yore to tempt and tease," I
to myself as I took stock of my erstwhile receptionist.
There was a faint gleam in the depths of his eyes as he looked
at me, and his chest rose and fell rhythmically as he breathed. An inner
excitement was revealed at the sternum of his magnificently developed
chest by the pulsing beat of his heart. His gaze did not waver
nor did his position move as my eyes drank in the masculine magnificence
that was unabashedly and seductively sitting no more than two or three
meters from where I was sitting on the edge of the pool. There was no
or flaunting of himself as he sat on the edge of the bubbling tub gazing at
me; it wasn't necessary. His charismatic demeanor radiated confidence
and self-assurance thus eliminating the need to try to impress anyone.
My cock had swollen to its fullest as my mind filled with various
salacious scenarios of what could be. I was sorely tempted to
the prominence of the bulge that strained against the zipper of my
swimsuit, but it was difficult to tear my eyes from his mesmerizing gaze.
"You did catch me off guard, Darryl, but I really shouldn't have
been too surprised." It could just as well been one of the other guests
who might have come in while I was swimming."
"Still," he replied, "I should have said something when I came
in rather than just watching you swim." He stood up and slid his fingers
under the tight waistband of his tight spandex suit to either readjust
it or to reveal an impressive bulge. "I enjoy swimming but I'd rather swim
with a partner," he continued, his gaze holding mine as he stepped out of
the hot tub. "Would you mind if I swam with you?"
"Not at all," I said, standing quickly and facing the pool as he
approached the edge. "I don't know whether I can give you much
but I'll try."
Moving beside me, his eyes dropped to the bulge straining to be
from the confinement of my makeshift swimsuit, and then looking into
my eyes he grinned as he said, "I think we might give each other a good
We swam several round-trip laps non-stop before, at the end of my
last lap and breathing heavily, I arm-pressed myself upwards and sat on
the pool's coping. Hand skimming the water from my chest and arms, I watched
as Darryl knifed through the water with the power and grace of a dolphin
for two more round-trip laps. His muscles rippled powerfully as he swam,
his arms in perfect sync with his breathing and his kick. As he swam
to where I was sitting, he slipped under the water and with a powerful kick
from the bottom of the four-foot depth he shot upwards twisting like a
as he emerged from the water and sat beside me with a resounding 'plop'.
"Whew!!" He exclaimed, his chest heaving as he moved his hands over
his hair squeezing the water from it. "Boy," he gasped as his
slowed to normal, "that was great, Stephen."
My breath caught, and I saw his quick glance to see whether I had
detected the slip of the tongue, if it was a slip. My testosterone
level was already increasing as I was watching him, but the use of my
given name was a complete surprise. While it was a bit presumptuous of
him it signaled he was perhaps hoping for a more intimate level since
we were in such informal surroundings.
"I wish I could have swum with you a little longer, Darryl, but I'm
afraid my endurance is not what it was in the past," I replied. "It has been
some time since my college swimming days."
"You did really well, Stephen," he said as he drew his left leg out
of the water and twisted around to face me while he hand brushed the
from the muscles of his beautifully tapered arms, chest and abdomen.
"I was on the high school swim team at St. Johnsbury Academy," he
glancing at me as he slid his hands over the bulge in his crotch and
wiped the water from his thighs. "None of the guys on the team swam as well
as you do, and I'm not just saying that; you are good."
"Thanks for the compliment," I replied. "Although it is not often
that I get to, I swim whenever I have the chance. It's good exercise and
helps with the waistline." I said, grinning and looking into his eyes as
I leaned back and ran my hand suggestively over my flat stomach.
"That's one reason I swim almost every night," he replied, his
rippling and tightening as he effortlessly stood up using only one leg
and drawing the other from the water.
"It's obvious that you do," I said, attempting to be casual while
at the same time deliberately and salaciously appraising his gorgeous and
magnificently proportioned body, my eyes focusing on the prominent bulge
in his crotch.
"It's my turn to say 'thanks'," he replied, as he inhaled, holding
his breath as he pulled the waistband of his tight suit from his flat
with one hand and adjusted his equipment with the other. "Too
he said with an impish glint in his eyes as he rearranged the position of
his cock so its tantalizing length was clearly visible beneath the wet
"None needed, Darryl," I replied, glancing at him as I grasped the
hot-tub handrail, and tentatively put my foot on the top step. "Whether
in public or private, there are some things don't need to be commented
on when it is obvious that someone is dedicated to maintaining their health
and physical appearance; but, it never hurts to hear a compliment once
in awhile. You are one of those people, Darryl, and you have every reason
to be proud of a body and physique that you have undoubtedly worked very
hard to achieve and maintain." I said softly, sincerely.
As I started to descend into the hot bubbling water, I felt the
of, Darryl's hand covering mine followed by the warmth of his breath on
the side of my face as he said softly, seductively, "Stephen, I want to
make love with you, can we go to your room?"
The unexpectedness of his words were, for a brief moment, unnerving;
and being in the midst of stepping down to the next level and gasping
at the shock of hearing them, I staggered. I don't think that I was
in danger of falling into the hot tub, but real or imagined, Darryl
it by clamping his hands on my shoulders in a vice like grip. As he pulled
me back against him, his hands and muscular arms slipped down over my
My muscles tightened involuntarily as he spread his fingers over my hard
chest muscles holding me tightly to him. I felt his hard cock pressing
against the nape of my neck and his fingers gently kneading the muscles of
my chest. An intense urge to turn my face into his crotch and grip
his hard cock with my lips spread over me, but I resisted the urge by
around as I stepped upward and out of the tub. Darryl's hands and arms
slipped away, and he was moving backward until I reached out and placed my
hands on his waist and pulling him toward me.
"Jesus, Darryl, I've been trying to figure how I was going to get you
to do that," I said, inhaling deeply as his hard cock pressed against my
His arms went around my neck as I slipped my arms upward and around
his hard body clasping him tightly to me. I felt the beating of his heart
matching mine as our lips met. Our tongues met, dueling and fiercely
velvety nooks and crannies, driven by pent-up passions. His hands held my
head tightly while we kissed, and he ground his pelvis against mine, our
steel hard members pressed tightly together. As our lips parted, he
slipped his arms under mine and around my chest. Laying his head on my
he gasped, "I've wanted that all evening, Stephen."
"You aren't alone," I replied, gently kissing his cheek and dropping
my hands to his tight buttocks. We had been breathing heavily but as our
breathing slowly returned to normal, he left his head lying on my shoulder
holding me closely to him. Rubbing his check with mine, I gently kneaded
his buttocks while we slowly rotated our hips enjoying the erotic friction
of our cocks rubbing together.
For several minutes we stood holding each other, absorbing the
that our passionate embrace and the ecstatic aftermath that had been
It was as if our bodies had merged as we held each other, and the lust had
relinquished its hold to be replaced with a feeling that emotional and
physical needs cried out to be satisfied.
Without saying anything, we took our
robes from their hooks and flung them around our shoulders, clasping them
shut at the throat with one hand. When we entered my room, the
dropped to the floor as quickly as they had been donned, and our fingers
proceeded to remove our swimsuits. When Darryl's thick uncut cock sprang
free from the spandex suit that had been its prison, pre-seminal fluid
from the aperture in its blood-engorged crown as it stretched to its full,
magnificent length. My mouth literally watered with anticipation as it
with the vigor of a diving board. Slowly, teasingly, I slid my suit down
over my hips, and I saw his eyes light up when my drooling cock sprang forth
from its enforced confinement.
"Jesus," he hissed as he rushed into my arms and crushed his hard
body against mine. Our lips merged, momentarily cutting off our breathing,
as we embraced passionately. The heat of our naked bodies and the pressure
of our throbbing cocks dancing and dueling between us served as fuel
the intensity of the fires of passion that were building in our loins.
It seemed like an eternity before our lips parted and we gazed
into the others eyes. There was a twinkle in the blue depths of
his eyes as he said, "Why don't we take a quick shower and wash off the
"That wouldn't be a bad idea," I replied.