Chrissie and Mamma in the cock showroom

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Strawberry cream pie

"What was that stuff you were rubbing on that guy's butt the other night?" She asked him about the threesome they had with the young model.

"Butt wax," he smiled as he remembered eating Kenny's man-pussy, "strawberry flavored, my favorite."

"I've never seen it in the sex shops," she said.

"You can get it in drugstores in the Castro,"  he replied, "it's popular with the guys in that neighborhood".

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She worried that he was becoming indifferent to her. She had been sleeping with Sarah most nights and he slept alone lately. He said he would be satisfied with his FWB's that came for quickies but few visited during the lunch hour.

"I found some of that wax we talked about," she said to him as he was clearing tables.

"Oh," he replied concealing his interest, "what flavor?"

"Your favorite," she walked over to him, "strawberry. I put some on."

Although the patrons in the bar didn't know what their private conversation meant, he tried to hide his red face from her.

"Maybe you should stock the cooler for tonight," she said.

"what if I don't want to?" he asked, toying with her.

"Then, you can kiss my butt," she said to him playfully.

He turned toward her.  Their eyes met. "Do you mean it?"

"Yeah," she reassured him, "lets go." She walked into the hallway toward the back room.

He followed her steps mechanically. He began to feel queezy. What if she really wants to go through with this? 

They stepped in the room and she pushed the door shut. She bent toward a stack of cases and pushed her jeans and panties down in one move. "C'mon," she pointed to the floor behind her, "I haven't all day."

He knelt behind her and spread her butt cheeks apart. His tongue began the slow swirling descent toward her dark opening. What will she think of me? 

She reached behind and tugged on his hair and pushed his head down and pulled it up toward her hole, "do it like this."

He began laving her up and down her perineum.

She moaned a little. "Good boy," she said.

She likes me doing it. He felt relieved.

She rubbed her clit and pumped her orgasm. "Lick me," she told him as she bent lower, "here", her fingers pointing to her slit. Strawberry cream pie, my favorite desert.

She let his tongue linger awhile and said, "I need to take care of customers." She pulled her pants up.  She turned and kissed him, "don't forget to bring the cases of wine."

He came out of the room pulling the dolly across the old floor planks. "Thought we'll need this tonight" he said to her.

"Oh, thank you, " she turned to him, "we should do this more often, don't you think?"

The customers at the bar looked up from their drinks toward them.

"Yes," he covered their absence, "we should stock the coolers early to put a chill on the wine."

She smiled at his story. "Yeah," she added, "we might need more tonight."

He nodded toward her, "I'm sure we'll need more of that later!"

Saturday Night Steam

I was swimming in one of the faster lanes in the evening. It's relaxed by then, the staff coaches and lifeguards are gone for the day. The water was clear. The pool lights were on and I could see the swimmers in the other lanes.

At night, guys will swim in their underwear. The wet fabric folds into their butt crack like a g-string. Their cock and balls are hung in a sack below them like a rudder on a boat.










Eventually the guys leave and I have a lane to myself without having to avoid other swimmers. The lane cleared and I began the butterfly. I did a few reps and started my cool-down.

A young woman in a string bikini got into the lane and swam in front of me. She was faster than I.  I took the challenge and caught up with her. She went faster. I caught up again. We swam faster and faster like a cat and mouse.

She did a medley. She started into the breaststroke. I had to bob up for air more often than she. When I went back into the water, I couldn't help but notice her legs spreading in the frog kick. Her bikini bottom appeared to be almost transparent. I could see her folds in full detail. Although I was beginning to feel tired, I swam faster to keep up with the view.



In the evening the gym has mostly body builders with huge biceps. They pick up heavy weights and drop them on the padded floor with a grunt. The air has a heady smell of testosterone and sweat. When I work out with them I often leave feeling like I want to get into a fight.  Tonight I stayed in the pool and followed the small woman with the tiny bikini. I was getting increasingly horny, my dick began to harden. When I left the pool I wanted to do one thing and that was to fuck.




I went into the locker room to shower. A slim guy walked in. His dark board shorts contrasted to his lightly tanned skin. His abs lines pointed into his narrow waist. He had a short beard, like a guy who shaves only every other  day and today was his day off. Maybe he sat on the bar stools along the beach, holding a vodka martini and watched the surfers or the girls lying on the sand. Maybe when he worked he sat in an office looking into a computer screen. At his apartment he sat on a couch with his roommates watching sports. Tonight he was bored and came here for something different. He brought a basketball ready to play pick-up at a moments notice. Although he wasn't tall like the other guys in the court, he often out-maneuvered them and raced to the hoop alone with enough time to make his shot.

He slipped off his tee-shirt in front of the noisy fan in the locker room to cool off. His sweat made lines that ran through the furrows between his muscles. He retrieved a towel and wiped off.

He turned to me, our eyes met

He went to his locker and opened it. He turned to sit on the bench and untie his shoes as he faced me. He stood and slipped off his shorts. His large dick flopped out. I glanced down and saw the cut beauty. His large tool stood out like a gem in the rough of short pubic hairs.  I slid my Speedos off. He looked down and then up toward me. We both smiled slightly. I led the way to the steam room and he followed.









The watery air blurred the vague forms of the other guys in the room.  The blasting rush of steam softened their grunts and moans, the lips slurping of cock.  We preferred girls but we wanted relief now. He wanted me to take the lead and  get his dick hard. We kissed. I pinched his nipples. I pushed him down on his knees. I fed him my cock. He was reluctant at first. I pulled his head toward me. He relaxed and began lapping on the tip and took in more. I jerked a little and lost my load. I pulled him up by his hair and we kissed again and exchanged the sticky cum between our mouths. I took him full length. We kissed and shared our cum.

I felt relieved of the tension that peaked during my workout. He seemed more relaxed. There was a smell of sweat and testosterone throughout the room. My pulse was rushing to cool my body off from the heat. I needed air and a cool shower.

I walked toward the steamy glass door. "What was your name?" he called out to me.

"I'm Dave", I said as I glanced toward his shimmering image, "what's yours?"

"I'm Kal," he said.

"See you, Kal", I opened the door as two men entered.

"Yeah," he said through the roar of the steam, "see you."

Boning up for work and play

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