The Night I Met TAB

by jimaustx It was 4th of July weekend in 2001. I was home alone. My roommate, Brenda, had gone to shack up with BJ for the weekend. I’d been online all morning “camming” and had become bored with that (although I was still stiff as a board). I decided to take some new nude shots to submit to a couple of amateur sites for posting. I dragged out the digital camera and tri-pod. Then, being a huge fan of underwear, jock straps, and cock rings, selected a couple to use for the pictures. First I put on the black lycra thong with the zipper in the front. I took a couple of pictures in my bedroom. You know, the typical poses…laying on my stomach with my legs spread taking the picture from behind; laying on my back getting a nice profile shot of my bulge (which was so hard by now that it almost caused the zipper to burst); zipper open with my rock hard cock and balls hanging out. Then I put on the red silk thong and did pretty much the same set. I decided not to use the jock and thought I’d save that for another lonely Saturday afternoon. I got naked and went into the living room area. I took a couple of shots of me lying on the sofa in various positions; in the recliner; in the dining room; on the floor showing my “assets”, etc. I downloaded the pictures onto the PC and emailed them to a couple of online amateur sites I “frequent” since it’d been a long time since I posted. Earlier in the week I’d received an email from Bill inviting me to one of their annual pool parties. I mentioned this to Brenda and told her I probably wasn’t going to go. She badgered me about it saying I was too young (at 45 mind you) to just sit around the house doing nothing. She told me I really should go as I might “get lucky” and meet someone decent for a change. I thought about the party and didn’t really feel up to socializing. But my dick was still hard as steel and the thought of jacking off again just wasn’t doing it for me. I thought, “Oh, what the hell….might as well put in an appearance and see what comes up.” Little did I know that would prove to be one of the best decisions I could make. The annual pool parties were your typical gay parties. They always had a huge bar-b-cue. The hosts supplied the meat (and all of the male guests usually had their own in tow and on display). Everyone else would bring a side dish and their choice of beverage. If it was a male only themed party, the swimsuits usually started coming off about mid-afternoon. If the “lesbitarians” were invited, most of the guys were reluctant to strip down to get in the pool or hot tub. Believe me, as soon as they were all gone, though, the suits started to drop. I loaded up the van & stopped by a convenience store on my way over to buy ice, beers and sodas. I arrived at about 2:00. There were about 6 or 8 other guys there. We were all sitting on the patio talking and drinking beer. Others started to arrive between 2:30 and 3:00. I was talking to some guy across the table from me when I noticed a pair of nicely stuffed Wranglers just over his shoulder. I looked up and saw a couple I knew. “Mr. Wranglers” seemed to be with them, but I couldn’t see his face yet. Regardless, what I could see of him was enough to get me rock hard again (thank God I had a towel over my lap!). He took a couple of steps closer to the table and I finally got a look at his face. He was gorgeous! Thick moustache, full lips, brown hair; killer “Mona Lisa” smile. GOD I was in lust! As my eyes panned down his fully clothed body I noticed a huge ridge running down his left pants leg. (DAMN those Wranglers were tight!) I started salivating heavily. I knew I had to try to hook up with this guy. Then our eyes met. He had the most beautiful deep eyes I’d ever seen. I swear there was an instant spark; an immediate connection between us! “Locked on target and loaded!”, I thought to myself. He and my friends put their cooler with the others and found a place to sit at another table. At about this time, one of the hosts started passing around a “guest book” of sorts. It had places for all the usual information that goes in one of those things, but it also had a place for email addresses. It came to me and I signed it. I watched as it went around and made certain I remembered who signed it after me so I could count down the list & find “Mr. Wrangler’s” name. As fate would have it, I got distracted before it got to him. Luckily, one of the hosts was sitting beside me so I asked if he knew who “Mr. Wrangler” was. He told me that all he knew was that “Mr. Wrangler” had fallen on some hard times and was staying with my friends. As the afternoon wore on I strategically stalked around the back yard and pool trying to get closer to “Mr. Wrangler” without being obvious or noticed. I finally found someone who had learned his name. I got in the pool and lazed around in there for a few minutes. The elastic in the waistband of my swimsuit was beginning to dig in, so I peeled it off & put it on the pad beside the pool and swam naked for a while. I’d make it a point of floating on my back facing in his general direction and not noticing or caring that my dick was “accidentally” exposed just above the water. Then I’d nonchalantly flip over onto my stomach so that my butt was pointed in his direction. I got out of the pool, put my swimsuit back on and wrapped my towel around my waist. Then I sat down, lit a cigarette and rejoined the conversation. I don’t really know how much time passed before I realized that “Mr. Wrangler” was sitting in a chair next to me. My heart almost stopped! He was still in his Wranglers & a polo shirt. I finally mustered up enough nerve to speak to him and, as it turns out, he’s incredibly shy! I tried striking up a conversation with him, but could only get him to respond to questions or comments with a shy little grin and simple “Yes” or “No” answer. I melted! “He’s just a big old puppy dog,” I thought. He finally opened up a bit. (He even went to the bathroom and put on a swimsuit!) We went to the buffet and got something to eat then sat outside and talked for a while. I noticed that Bill had fired up the hot tub so I suggested we go sit and soak for a bit. There were 4 or 5 other guys in the hot tub. A couple of them still had on their swimsuits, but most were bare assed naked. Discretion being the better part of valor, I decided it would be best for me to slip into it with mine on and see where things went from there. “Mr. Wrangler” obviously felt the same way. We got into the hot tub and sat right next to one another. (Hell, any closer and we’d have been surgically joined!) We talked, splashed around with the other guys and had fun. All of a sudden, someone’s foot was massaging my crotch. I looked up and caught “that look” from the guy sitting directly across from me. I shot him a look to convey that I really wasn’t interested in him and he backed off. Then I felt someone’s hand slip behind me at the small of my back. That wouldn’t have been a problem except for the fact that the hand was now on “Mr. Wrangler’s” ass giving it a good squeeze! I grabbed the guy’s wrist and put a move on it that was severe enough to let him know that he needed to back off. As far as I was concerned, MY hands were the only hands that were going to be squeezing anything on this man tonight! We all know how it goes when you combine beer, a hot tub and a bunch of queers! Inhibitions lower and clothes come off. Tonight was no exception. I finally worked up enough courage to see if I could cop a feel, so I let my hand come to rest on his right thigh just above the knee. Well, he didn’t jump up out of the hot tub screaming, so I knew I was moving in the right direction. I gradually began to slowly rub his thigh moving my hand higher and higher up his thigh. While the cat still seemed to have most of his tongue, he did shoot me a couple of those “Mona Lisa” smiles; a signal I took to mean, “OH, yeah!”. I rubbed my hand closer to it’s target over the next few minutes. He didn’t freak out or slug me, so I finally moved in for the kill. I moved my hand to that oh so ample basket. I was not disappointed! He wasn’t even semi-hard yet and he was big! I started massaging his ample manhood, which began to respond. I used slow even strokes. His dick kept growing and growing. My heart began to pound so hard I thought it would jump out of my chest! I decided I had to slow this down a bit. My mother always told me to tell the truth and shame the devil, so I decided it was time to “bear my soul” (as well as my body). So, I stood up in the middle of the hot tub. I started peeling my swimsuit off. My back was pointed toward his face, so I felt “compelled” to bend all the way over at the waist as I slowly lowered my swimsuit down to my feet thus giving him a bird’s eye view of my ass. I stood straight up and stepped out of my suit. I turned around so he got a full on shot of my body and bent over again to fish my suit from the bottom of the hot tub. I picked it up and leaned over the side to drop it on the deck and then sat down. All through this little display came all the wolf whistles and usual jeering on from the other guys in the hot tub. A couple of guys started massaging my ass and a couple of them started stroking my (how could it still be!) flaccid dick. “Mr. Wrangler” seemed to enjoy the show. From the look in his eye he obviously knew that it was intended strictly for him. And, from the look in his eye, he was obviously annoyed with all the other guys groping and feeling me up. So, what does he do? He slips out of his swimsuit while still sitting down. Then he grabbed my hand and pulled me down so I was sitting next to him again. He took my hand and guided it to his now rock hard dick. Then he put his hand on my thigh and, ever so slowly, began to inch it toward my crotch. The moment his hand touched my thigh there was a reaction in my dick. My brain put the sign in the window & headed south! I began to stiffen up. The closer his hand got to my crotch the harder I got. By the time he finally wrapped his hand around my dick I was as hard as a pillar in the Coliseum! The moment he touched me I thought my dick was going to blow even more than Mount Saint Helens!!!! I started reciting my social security number in my mind hoping that would divert my attentions from the urgent need to have an explosive orgasm. It worked! When my heart finally did start beating again and I was able to regain some composure, we settled into a nice stroke and kiss session. A few of the other guys had joined us in the hot tub and it had gotten really crowded. I figured now was a good time to go take another dip in the pool and cool off. Besides, there was no one in it so we’d have plenty of room to …………… I got up and stepped out of the hot tub. I looked behind me to see that “Mr. Wrangler” was right behind me. We gathered up our swimsuits and walked over to the pool, both still naked as jaybirds. I slipped into the pool & swam a couple of laps. He cornered me and put his arms around me. We were both rock hard again. We started kissing. My legs intuitively drew up and wrapped themselves around his waist. We were kissing long, hard and deep. We were close to the side of the pool. He maneuvered us to the side of the pool and I reached up and took hold. He reached down and put his hands on my ass and lifted me up so that my dick was at eye level. He started licking my nuts and that really sensitive area between them and my asshole. I was in heaven. He worked it for several minutes and then he slipped his arms behind my knees and pushed upward exposing my asshole. He started rimming me and fucking my asshole with his tongue. He kept this up until I thought I would die. He lowered my legs and then swallowed my dick all the way down to the hilt in one gulping motion. He tightened his throat around my dick and I just knew I was going to explode. I tried the social security number trick again, but that wasn’t working. I even tried thinking about my mother. That didn’t help! “Mr. Wrangler” knew exactly what he was doing. He would quickly suck the top half of my dick and then slowly slide his mouth all the way down its length. Then he’d tighten the muscles of his throat a couple of times. He’d back off almost all the way to the tip and then all the way down his throat again. He used one hand to massage my balls. I think he used this as a sort of “barometer” to keep tabs on when he thought I was near the edge. It must have worked because he kept this up for half an hour without letting me come. I finally convinced him that he had me so horny and my balls were so blue I didn’t think I’d be able to walk again in life if he didn’t stop and let me rest for a bit. He shot me a devilish grin and said, “OOOOkay!!!” When I was able to catch my breath again, we were cuddling around in the pool. My legs (again, with a mind of their own) instinctively drew up and wrapped themselves around his waist. My asshole was now twitching in that familiar way. I started rubbing myself up and down his hairy nest just above his crotch. It didn’t take long for his dick to respond. In no time he was hard again. He started a humping motion, rubbing his dick over my asshole. He had no idea how much I love that until my body instinctively took over. I started sliding my asshole up and down the length of his dick ever so slowly. He grabbed each of my ass cheeks in his hands and spread them. He started to massage my asshole with the length of his dick and would wrap my cheeks around his dick as he did so. Again I found that my dick was rock hard and that I was getting to that “white light” place just before a huge orgasm. Then I felt that beautiful mushroom cock head pressing against my asshole struggling for entry into the warm depths of my body. I’m not one who usually engages in casual, unprotected sex, mind you! However, I arched my back and relaxed the sphincter muscles just enough to allow the head of his dick to slip into me. Then I clamped the sphincter muscles shut. (At the time I had very strong muscular control in that area.) What a feeling! He couldn’t move in or out, and because of the constriction of my muscles, his head almost doubled in size as did his shaft. He tried pushing in and pulling out, but my ass wasn’t having any of it. I held his dick head hostage for several minutes. When I finally let him pull out of my ass we stood in the pool. I reached down and grabbed both our engorged cocks and began stroking for all I was worth. It wasn’t long before we both had the most explosive orgasms we ever experienced. Both our bodies tightened up and we both shot off huge loads right there in the pool! By this time, I was hornier than a “10 peckered billy goat”, so I suggested that we make our way back to my place. He shot me that devilish grin again and said, “Why, I thought you’d never ask!” I apologized to our hosts for the “deposit” we’d made in the pool and offered to come back the next day to help clean the pool out. They both winked at us and told me not to worry about it. They suggested we go home and see what else might come up and reminded me to come back the next day to pick up my bowl. We decided to take them up on their advice about going home to see what else might come up. We did and, let me tell you………. Well, that’s another story ! ! !