Monday, July 22, 2013

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."

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Boning up for work and play

Closing the bar earlier on weekdays has its advantages. We get some personal time. I had been caught off guard at the drug rehabilitation center I'm interning when the staff asked me if a client was entering into any of the stages of relapse. I didn't know what the stages were. Later my supervisor called me into her office and asked me,  "what did you major in at college?"
"Child psychology," I replied defensively.
"Oh," she sighed, "that explains why you wouldn't know much about addiction relapse".
"Yeah," I replied, "children usually don't have those problems."
She went to the bookshelves and picked out several journals. "here," she handed the stack to me,"read up on the subject.  The department manager is visiting us next week and we want to look good."
 I went into the back room at the bar with friends several times today.  When I returned Mar remarked, "so how was it, slut?" I wished we weren't closing early since things were going so well for me. I might have had a fourth or a fifth friend to play with if the bar was open later.
After I closed up for the night, I settled into the couch to bone up on the journals. Sarah went out to a party. Mar was in the tub. I learned the 3 steps of relapse are emotional, mental and physical. My mind began thinking that maybe I was relapsing into playing around too much. Mar called me 'slut' more than usual.  She was upset that she was left out of the party Sarah went to. She took her anger at Sarah out on me.

She came out of the bath and walked into the room rubbing a towel through her hair. "Are you going to be up all night", she asked in the same tone she used when she called me a slut.

I closed the journal and grabbed her by the waist and moved her to the back of the couch. I turned her and pushed her down with one hand as I raised her bathrobe. I began slapping her butt with my hand. "Call me a slut?"  I asked her in a playful tone.

"I didn't mean it, Daddy", she replied in her 'I'm a bad girl' voice.

"You deserve to be punished for this indiscretion, just the same." I said in a strong voice like a stern father.

"What are you going to do?" she challenged me. My hand became wet from the sweat of her cheeks.

"Ten," I said, "and more if you give me sass!" I grabbed my belt into a loop.

"Oh, Daddy," she giggled, "I won't do it again!"

"Start counting," I began strapping her, changing the landing between each stroke.  It's a delicate matter when you hurt the one you love. I've learned over time to give her just enough to keep the juices of her arousal flowing and pull back if she is hurting.

"Eight," she gasped as I pulled back further,"nine," as the crack of the belt surprised me.

Usually she'll start talking back and say, "is that all you got," if she wants more.

The last whack was even more intense.  She let out a moan.  I turned her around and kissed her cheek, tasting the salt of a tear. "There, there, sweet child, " I said to comfort her.  We embraced for a few minutes. I led her to my bedroom and laid her face down on the bed.

I fastened the velcro straps around her wrists and attached them to the hooks at the corners.  I attached her ankles to the ends of a spreader bar and tied it to the bottom of the bed. I propped her butt up with several pillows and began rubbing  lotion on her reddened skin.

She relaxed and began moaning to the rhythm of my stroking. Her lips parted and juice was glistening in the light. There was an all-too-familiar smell of sweat and sex.  I began dipping  the vibe  in and out and rubbing her swollen purplish lips with the sticky goo. I felt my dick harden under my shorts. I slipped them off and knelt behind her. I teased her with the tip of my cock on her lips.

"Oh Daddy, " she challenged, "take me."

"Say please," I scolded her.

"Please, Daddy, fuck me!" she panted louder.

I inserted my cock into her and tapped the spot behind her mound.

"You tease," she cried out in frustration, "you fuckin' slut!"

"Who's the slut?" I yanked her hair.

"I 'm a slut," she yelled, "put it all in!"

I pushed in a little further. "Can you say please?" I teased  her.

"Please, Daddy, please," she replied with desperation.

I began the slow in and out, rubbing some lube on my cock to keep the friction down. After fucking three times earlier that day I knew I would be shooting blanks and could go all night. I tugged her hair as I thrust inward. Her inner muscles sucked my dick in further like a good blowjob. "I don't remember feeling this good in a long time!" I thought.

After lots of thrusting, there was a large wet spot on the towel underneath us.  She was drying out. I couldn't add more lube to ease the situation.  "Are you going to come?" she asked.

"No," I gasped, "I'm good". I knew I might get a drop or two out if I pumped really hard but I was beginning to feel my stomach muscles strain.

"Do you want me to do you?" she asked.

If I hadn't been spent, a blowjob would have done the trick. I dismounted and released her.

"No," I said, "I just want to cuddle. Do you want a water?"

"Yes," she turned over and read my expression of sweet tiredness.
We finished the water and she laid back in the bed. "Sex can make one thirsty",  I pulled the covers up and slipped in next to her.

"Yeah," she said.

"You are my little princess," I whispered behind her ear.

"And you are my prince," she said sleepily, "good night." In a short time her breathing became heavy as she was in a deep sleep.

"Yeah, I may be a slut," I thought, "but I'm your slut tonight!"