Date: Sun, 29 Jul 2007 02:10:15 -0400 (EDT)
From: crumby2392@mypacks.net
Subject: Hot encounters of a bi married man 8:The long and short of it

THE BIGGEST ONE I EVER SAW

(Gus and Ivan)

Not exactly an original title, but I bet it got your attention.

It was at my home gym.  A nice-looking, muscled black guy was in the sauna
when I came in, after my workout.  Somehow we got to talking.

Usually, a conversation means that one of you is not interested.  But some
guys know how to talk to you, then have sex with you, all very comfortably.
It's happened several times to me, usually, for some reason, with black
men.

So I learn about him.  He's new in town, from Augusta, GA, so I think of
him as Gus.  Broke up with a lover there, and came to NY.  He acts very
cosmopolitan--not a small-town guy, but an urban professional.  He asks me
about my workout.  I tell him what I did that day, and point to certain
muscles I've been working out.  I don't know the gym name for these
muscles.

"Obliques," he says.  So he's been around a gym.  We make a bit more small
talk.  While he's talking, he's stroking himself, casual-like.  So I do the
same.  Somehow we slip comfortably into sex.  I sit next to him, we're
pumping each other, smiling.  Not talking now.

Gus is fucking huge.  His cock looks like it would fill up one of those
quart milk cartons.  I can barely get my fist around it.  I know this is
what every porn writer says, once in every story.  But it was true.
Fucking huge.

I'm fascinated.  His cock is like a whole world.  My hand explore the head,
as big as an orange, the thick shaft, the base.  His balls are not of a
size to match, and they've already pulled up against his body.  Gus is
turned on.

My hand learns that he's come to the gym for sex.  He's wearing a cock
ring, a discreet band of elastic around the base that's barely visible, but
clearly palpable.

This turns me on more.  I go down on him, not very successfully. I can
barely fit the head into my mouth.  I tongue it, but can't get to that
sensitive spot on the shaft, just below the cleft.  The head of his cock is
in the way of the rest of his cock.  So I resort to licking him, up and
down, getting as much into my mouth as I can.  He's fallen silent now,
making little moans.

Then he gently eases me off, and swallows my own cock.  I'm standing, he's
sitting on the upper bench.  He's working my cock with his tongue, teasing
the head, sucking it down into his mouth.  He's good, and I'm hoping I gave
him half of what he's giving me.

The door creaks, and we break apart.  Someone's come in.  It's Ivan, a guy
I see all the time, and have fooled around with on a number of occasions.
I nod to Ivan.  There's some hot possibilities here, I'm thinking.

I call him Ivan because, on the gym floor, he wears a sort of tunic, like
Russian peasants used to wear, awkwardly cinched by a fanny pack.  He cuts
an odd figure, dressed like this, but he's diligent about exercise.  I can
always catch him on the elliptical trainer in the late afternoon, and if I
time it right, I can get him in the steam room.  He has a narrow, handsome
face, and a muscular, lean body.

Ivan turns me on.  He's got this big cock, 8 or 9 inches and fat.  Often,
he doesn't wear a towel.  Some days, he's not interested.  He'll sit naked
in the steam room with that big dick flopping between his legs, I'll give
him questioning looks, and he'll ignore me.  It's not like he's waiting for
someone else.  He's just not interested.  What a waste of a beautiful cock,
I think.  And sit there frustrated until someone else comes in.

Sometimes Ivan and I get together.  He sucks on me, I suck on him.  I
really love his big dick.  It gets nice and stiff, and even when it's soft,
it remains long and floppy.  The size of his dick is exaggerated by his
slightly thin body, like a tail that's been pinned on the wrong donkey.
Another thing that turns me on about him: Ivan likes ass play.  My fingers
have been up his hot skinny ass many times, and he squirms and moans.
Always turns me on when he does that, so my fingers find their way into his
willing ass pretty often.  And he sucks a mean cock--always brings me off,
with an appreciative comment like, "Yeah! Shoot it!".  I'm a distance
shooter, and he loves watching me cum.

I've never seen Ivan cum, although I'd love to.  For some reason, he always
wants to bring me off first.  I'm quite willing to finish him after I'm
done, but he never stays.  He's real nice about it, remarking that it's too
hot, he needs a shower, etc.  But he never cums.  I always thank him, and
he always answers, "My pleasure."  I've come to accept that he wants to
please me, but is saving it, maybe for a lover at home, maybe for some
other reason.  I respect that.  And I lust after his big dick.

I love playing around with Ivan, and I love watching him with other guys.
He's not shy.  He loves sex.  I've seen him go ga-ga over lots of types of
men.  He likes older men, younger men, hairy, smooth, all kinds, with equal
enthusiasm.  Sometimes I've been in the steam room and horny, dying for him
to suck my cock.  But he'll go after a guy much older than me, with a body
I don't find attractive.  And he'll do it with relish.  So sometimes I
watch the hot show and jerk off.  Ivan's love for the other guy's cock is
contagious, and I get really turned on.  He gets red in the face.  His eyes
roll.  His cock swells.  But, when he's hard at work on another guy, he
doesn't touch his own equipment, so it flops or flails around in a way that
fascinates me.  Sometimes the other guy will grab it and jerk.  But Ivan
never cums.  I've never seen it.

So Ivan enters the sauna, breaking up the scene with Gus.  I'm the only one
who sees the potential here--they don't know each other.  Gus is sitting
with a towel barely covering him.  He's assumed an awkward position,
minimizing the size of his cock, which is still hard.  It's a bit like an
elephant wearing a ski mask.  Ivan's no fool--he figures out what's been
going on, and simply removes his towel.  There's that great cock, and I'm
not sure how to start.  So I simply walk over to Ivan, by way of
introducing him to Gus, pick up his cock, and start jerking.  Ivan reaches
for me, we start fooling around.

But Gus isn't interested.  He just sits there looking at the wall, silent.
I can't get him to play with himself, never mind play with me and Ivan.
I'm embarrassed.  Does Gus think I would drop him for Ivan?  I'm not like
that.  Even if Ivan turned me on more--which is not true (it's about
even)--I wouldn't want to give Gus that feeling.  So I give Ivan's dick a
farewell squeeze and sit back next to Gus.

Nothing's happening.  Ivan walks out.  I feel badly for him now.  He's a
nice guy, with a nice dick, and I'd like to suck his cock some other time.

Well, Gus and I are sitting near each other, and he breaks the awkward
silence.  "I don't like to fool around with three.  You never know who will
see it and spread it around."  Apparently, because of a scene like this, he
was labeled a slut back home, and was hurt.  Maybe his lover was slighted.
Or maybe in Georgia they don't do threesomes.  (Ha!)

I reply, "This is the big city.  Too many people around to pin that on one
person.  You'll be safe."  I then apologize.  I tell him that I don't want
to give him the feeling that he's been rejected.  He nods, feels better,
and reaches for my cock.  Gus is great--he makes it all comfortable, the
sex, the chatting.  The awkward moments are now smoothed over.

The game is on again.  He's sucking on my penis like there's no tomorrow,
like he wants it to disappear like a candy cane, slurp by slurp, down his
throat.  I'm majorly turned on.  I stand up.  He gets on the bottom bench,
the better to get at my balls, to slurp on my cock.

And then, to make things complete, Ivan comes back in.  We don't even
bother to break apart.  We all know what's going on, and now I know better
than to try to involve Ivan directly.  He sits on the side bench, and pulls
on his cock, watching us.  This is really hot.  I love being the show.

Gus is enjoying my body.  It's like he's in love with everything from my
waist to my knees.  Licking, pulling, sucking.  Now he's kneeling on the
floor, to get up at me from below.  He's going crazy.  He's licking up and
down my ass crack, teasing my asshole with his tongue, grabbing my ass
cheeks.  This is all a first for me, and I'm glad I'm clean.  He's sucking
at my balls, which are drawn way up against my body.  He's bobbing up and
down on my cock, taking it deep in his throat.  He pulls it back between my
legs and sucks.  He turns me around, points my cock down (I'm standing
above him now), and sucks.  And he's jerking himself off, wiggling his own
hips, using two hands whenever he can on that huge cock.

Ivan is jerking, too.  His eyes are riveted on us, like he's never seen
anything as hot.  His face is turning purple with excitement, matching his
dick.  He's pulling his dick up and to the right, and twisting his torso up
and to the right.  It looks like his body is one huge penis.  And the look
on his face tells me that he's blissed out.  He loves this.  Gus loves
this.  I love this.

It's a three-way mutually satisfying scene.  I am turned on by these two
men, by their involvement in my body, and in each other's.  I don't know
where to look, what to do, where to put my hands.  Gus is totally involved
in sucking me off, licking my balls, my ass, devouring everything I've got.
I massage his back, stroke his shoulders, whatever.  But I can't reach his
cock.  He's got to do that himself.

I'm cumming, and I tell him so.  I pull out of his mouth.  Seems like it
takes five minutes for me to pull out, that's how deep he's taken me.  And
that's how warped time has become.  I pull out, aim my dick towards Ivan
and a little up, and shoot.  Great arcs of cum, and I can see Ivan
following them with his eyes.  He loves watching me shoot.  Three, four,
five arcs, then the spasms die down and I dribble some more.

Meanwhile, Gus is cumming.  He's stood up, and he's humping the air.  His
cum shoots out, not as far as mine, but I can see it and enjoy it. His
muscular ass is contracting seductively.  He's panting as he cums, as if it
each contraction of that enormous penis is a significant effort.  Once he's
cum, I wrap my hand around it and pump him gently.  I feel his firm ass,
bring my hands around his hips, pull his body against mine.  He's facing
away from me, so my now limp cock is rubbing his ass.  After play is
sometimes as sweet as foreplay.

Ivan has stopped jerking, and his face has returned to its normal color.
But he hasn't cum.  Maybe his lover will get a big hot load tonight, I
don't know.  Ivan never cums.

Ivan's cock goes back to normal.  Normal?  That thing turns me on even when
it's swinging soft.  I love being next to him in the locker room, where
there's no overt action.  I love watching him just get dressed and
undressed.  I know which locker he uses, and I use one with a good line of
sight, just in case Ivan comes down and I get to see his cock.  A very sexy
guy.

So Ivan is finished, and is going to take his shower.  Gus and I linger
over each other's bodies.  I stand behind him.  He's a little taller, and
more muscular.  I feel his abs, from behind, his pecs, his obliques, whose
name I have just learned.  I feel his softening cock.  It's still huge.
What kind of underwear does he take?  Calvin Klein Jumbos?  Fruit of the
Loom coconuts?

We start talking.  The afterglow is a nice warm feeling, and he has the
gift of adding conversation to the feeling in a natural way.  I say to him,
"Augusta's loss..." without finishing the sentence.  He giggles and gropes
me.  Then someone comes in, we break apart, and the scene is over.

I never found Gus again.  He must have been visiting this gym from another
neighborhood.  I've been with plenty of nice warm guys, but he's one of the
nicest and warmest.  And the biggest cock, by far, that I've ever had.

THE SMALLEST ONE I EVER SAW

Well, not counting little boys.  This was the smallest serious, functional,
enjoyable, sexual, man's dick I ever had the pleasure of knowing.

I sat down in the steam room one day, and looked across.  A big guy had
draped his damp towel over his legs.  One leg was crossed over another, and
there was a sort of rhythmic motion going on that could only mean one
thing.  I looked at him.  His return look confirmed that one thing.

He was not huge, but stocky.  Noticable biceps, pecs, tris, quads, the
works.  Not strikingly handsome, no smouldering looks.  But nice looking.
And dark-haired, not too much, enough to say, "This body is a man's body.
Dig in."

So I sat next to him, and tentatively stroked his thigh.  He responded by
stroking mine.  Very sensual touch, light yet effective.  I felt his hard
and hairy stomach.  He rubbed his hand against mine.

The exchange of caresses accelerated, with him taking the lead.  He felt my
chest, my arms, my back, all with that same touch.  I returned in kind,
enjoying his body.  He felt my legs, my calf muscles, my feet.  He picked
up my feet and started massaging them sensually.

All this time, he kept his towel on.  All this time, he didn't touch my
cock, didn't even look in its direction.  Pretty unusual for the degree of
physical intimacy we had already achieved.  I'm not sure what's going on,
but I accept it.  He's very warm and sensual, and I like that.

Finally, he takes my dick in his hand.  I'm bursting by now.  His hands
have been working me up to an erotic frenzy, and he's ready to bring me
off.  So of course I start to return the favor.

He turns in such a way as to make it awkward for me to reach his crotch.
It's not a rejection, just a calculated motion to thwart my initiative.
OK, he doesn't want to be touched.  But I love how he's touching me.  He
runs his hands over my pecs, getting my nipples aroused.  He brings his
hand down along the middle of my abdominal muscles, while his other hand is
pumping my cock.  He presses, from above, on my prostate, which gives me an
incredible feeling.

Then he does something I have rarely experienced in the gym: he blows in my
ear.  He chews my ear with his lips.  Very, very erotic.  The feeling goes
right to my cock.  And it brings up all those instincts I have to
reciprocate.

His neck is thick, like a wrestler's.  His beard is heavy.  This is a real
man, and I love experiencing his body.  I move my fingers along his chest.
He's got wide sensitive nipples, which somehow don't erect until I pinch
them lovingly.  He's got a broad hairy stomach, tight but not lean.  And my
curious hand is getting closer and closer to that damp towel.

This time he lets me feel underneath, and I immediately understand his
shyness.  He's small.  Oh, not tiny--it's there, all right.  But it's thin,
almost as thin as one of my fingers.  And short, just a bit longer than my
middle finger.  I think, "So the fuck what?  This guy is sensual."

And then I feel like I want to give him something more.  He's exposed his
vulnerability to me, and I want to make sure he knows how much I appreciate
his sensual gifts.  So I actually whisper into his ear, "You're so
sensual!"

He responds immediately, "You are, too."

And we're both smiling, each making the other happy.

We jerk each other off, run our hands around each other's bodies, and say
goodbye.

I don't have a name for this guy, but I have very fond memories.  We met
many times--he was my regular Saturday morning jerkoff partner.  We would
see each other on the floor of the gym--he lifted much more than I--and nod
and smile.  Each of us was thinking that we'd meet in the sauna or steam
room within the hour.  If one of us left the gym floor later than the
other, we would wait for the other.  An unspoken, but oft-consummated, love
affair.

One day we were in the sauna, jerking together.  I came first, and I wanted
to bring him off.  He gently pushed my hand away--he could do a better job
himself.  So I moved just a bit away, and crossed my legs. He said, "Open
your legs. I want to see it."  I did, and he came immediately.  That turned
me on.  In fact, everything about this guy turned me on.  Below average
endowment, no smouldering looks, nice but not model-quality body--still the
sensuality oozed out of him, and I loved meeting him almost every week.  I
loved what he did for me, and I loved the feeling that I was doing the same
for him.

His cock was small, but wonderful.  Perfectly formed, and it got
wonderfully hard.  I can feel it in my hand as I write this passage.  Oh,
yes: he was uncut.  Nice long foreskin.  I would rub his foreskin back and
forth on his dick head and he would go wild.  And I would feel great.  He
always had an ocean of precum.  I would use it to lube up his organ and my
hand, another sensual detail that I loved about his body.

One day, in the sauna, I tried to experiment.  I peeled the foreskin back
and started manipulating the head.  He didn't like that.  He turned to
me--I almost never heard his voice--and said, "I've got a sensitive head."
This by way of explanation.  He didn't want to simply reject what I was
doing--he wanted me to know that it didn't match the needs of his body.

I immediately replied, "I love it!", and he gave me a look like I had given
him a million dollars.  A nice broad smile, like I gave him the greatest
gift, fulfilled his deepest need.  And I wasn't lying.  Maybe other guys
didn't tell him what a nice dick he has.  But I did, and I meant it.  His
smile at me that moment is a memory I will always treasure.  I feel great,
three years later, that I was able to give this sensual man that gift.