centaur50:torontopup: www.recon.com/torontoslave I left the lodge and walked to the meadow whe
centaur50: torontopup: www.recon.com/torontoslave I left the lodge and walked to the meadow where the open air hot tubs are located. The place had a liberal policy toward nudity so I stripped and sank into the warm water. I swept some over me dousing my head, turning my gray hair several shades darker. I could tell just from his back and shoulders, the guy in the next tub was built. He sat with his head back and his eyes closed for at least a half-hour. My gaze was glued to him as I relaxed alone in my tub. When he began to stir, I was immediately alert. I had to see what the rest of his body looked like when he stood. Of course, he’s not wearing shorts and, my god, look at that fucking ass. Huge, mighty glutes, beautifully dimpled and separated by a deep, deep, furry cleft. The cleft which hides a perfect pucker as tasty as I imagine the rest of him would be. When I was younger, built and better looking, I could have had his ass, named it and claimed it. He would have been my little bitch letting me feast on his hole and fuck it until he was bruised and sloppy. But those days are long gone. He begins to climb out of the tub but changes his mind. Instead he stands there rubbing his muscular tanned body, first his chest and then his stomach. From the rear, it looks like he’s focusing on each nipple one at a time and sliding a hand over the length of his cock. A hand reaches around and slides down his ass cheek. Then both hands are rubbing his ass. One finger slowly traces his crack and glides back up; again down and up. I’m getting hard watching his erotic display; he’s better than any stripper. Clearly, he didn’t see me come down and get into this hot tub. His hands move from his butt to his thighs, rubbing them front and back then return to his crack. His finger pauses in his cleft, he bends forward and spreads his thighs. I can see the finger tapping, toying with his hole while his nut sac hangs. He pushes his cock down between his thighs and gives it a stroke, teases his hole and again strokes his cock. He alternates fingering his pucker and pulling on his nuts but never stops stroking his prick. His ass moving side to side, hips thrusting while jerking his dick, fingering his hole and manhandling his balls. My hard-on is completely at attention as I watch this man make love to himself. I’m so fucking hot, I have to jerk my own prick. I slide down a bit farther into the tub and massage my cock, slowly rubbing with the same rhythm he’s using. Then as he’s doing, I touch my own hole while stroking. And now he is jerking faster and faster, two fingers punching in and out of his asshole. I copy his speed jacking my prick and slamming two fingers inside me. He starts to cum, so much and so thick I see it shooting into the water, jet after jet while his fingers ram his hole. I’m a second behind him spewing my load under the water. And that’s when he bends clear over and I see his bearded face appear between his legs, his eyes catch mine and he smiles at me. He knew I was here all along. He straightens up and walks from his tub to mine, his still rigid dick swinging. He arrives at my hot tub and says, “Hi, I’m Trevor, mind if I join you?” With that, he sits next to me, grabs my cock and plants a kiss on me, his tongue creeping down my throat. Most times, I really hate having matured into a silver haired daddy. But other times, when I least expect it, someone comes along who appreciates a fine aged wine. -- source link