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I met Marty in a gay chatroom, or should I say he privated me. I should have known from that act that he was forward. We found we had a couple of things in common: we were both married and had an interest in horses. He’s a horse breeder. I asked him if he had a hayloft. He knew where I was going with that one. "Is that one of your fantasies?" he asked. "Yeah," I replied, "I once read a story about two guys making it in a hayloft." "Well, we’ll have to make that come true," he said. He said he was good-looking and asked if I was. I told him I was and that he wouldn’t be disappointed. I said I was a sucker for a good-looking guy. He said he was, too—a sucker. We exchanged email addresses and I said this had been fun. About a week later, one Friday, I was feeling horny; so I checked my email. There was one from Marty saying that he’d be in town on Saturday and wondered if I could meet him at the local bathhouse at 3 p.m. He said good-looking guys were few and far between and that we probably wouldn’t have much trouble finding each other. He said he was a cross between Stallone and the Marlboro man. I emailed him back and said I’d be there. I arrived at the bathhouse on time and stripped in the change room, put on my towel and headed for the sauna. I sat on the bottom shelf for sometime as various men entered and exited. I was alone for a while with one guy who kept clearing his throat trying to get my attention. I sat stiffly and ignored him. Not long after, a dark-haired guy entered. I looked up at him. He looked down at me, passed me and hoisted himself up on the top shelf. "Would your name be Randy?" he boomed. I plucked up my confidence and said, "Marty?" He smiled at having found me. "You are good looking!" He extended his hand and shook mine firmly and did not let go. I returned the squeeze and said, "That’s a nice handshake!" I had spread my legs, exposing my cock. "I like yours, too," he grinned at his double entendre. He put his feet on my shins and said, "I’m fresh!" I thought, if you were fresh, you’d put your foot on my cock. He made a show of stretching, revealing his 7 and a half inch cock to everyone in the sauna. I made small talk about his horses and trail riding, until he said, "Let’s go upstairs and talk." And I thought, talk or fuck? The two of us sat close together on a bed in the open room while other less attractive men kept parading by us. Marty admitted he was 51 to my 49, but he kept in good shape. Then, one younger man with a goatee and a flat stomach walked by, staring deep into our eyes. I felt like getting up and going with him, but I was here with Marty, so I didn’t. Marty said, "He’s cute! I’m not hiding anything." "No," I sympathized, "all of us admire the scenery." "And I’m a pig," Marty admitted. His elbow was finding its way into my crotch and massaging my prick, which swelled in grateful reaction to his attention. "Oh, you’re not circumcised. That’s nice! And your cock has a nice thick head to it!" I loved these compliments, as I never get them at home. Marty then said, "I want to suck your cock!" and leaned over and applied his warm lips to my thankful member. One man came into partial view in the change room. "Marty, stop!" I said. "Are you shy?" he asked. "Well, I’m not if you get me alone in a room." "I bet you’re not!" he said. Finally the porter called my number and said I could have room three. I entered and Marty politely stood at the door waiting for me to say, "Come in." He did and I locked the door. We threw off our towels. He lay front up on the bed. I lay on top of him, kissed him warmly, then felt his prick and balls. He moaned and flipped so that we were in 69 position. He sucked me and I did my best to suck his monster while massaging his chest and stomach with my left hand. As I was about to come, I asked him where he wanted me to come. He drew a line down his chest; so I came with great force and panting on his well-developed chest. He told me to kneel over him. He sucked on my left ball while I continued to suck his massive member and massage his balls. Suddenly he said he didn’t know what was wrong with him today (he hadn’t even got hard) and that he had to go. He said, "That was sexy!" I embraced him and kissed him goodbye. The next day, still basking in the warmth of the experience, I checked my email. You can imagine my shock when I read this: Hi Randy: Enjoyed our time together. You have great hands & I like that. But a funny thing happened as, after showering I started towelling myself, along comes the nice looking, dark haired guy with the smooth looking body. He starts to pass me heading 4 the stairs. He stops & looks at me & I stare back. Electricity like I rarely feel as he opens his towel to reveal his big headed 6 1/2" cock. I likewise open my towel to expose my big flaccid cock, which is starting to grow. Our cocks touch as we feel ourselves pulled together by a force beyond our control. We press our bodies together & our hands start exploring each other. Finally our mouths find each other & suddenly we're kissing each other eagerly & passionately as our hands continue to work over each other’s bodies. Soon we're sucking, licking & kissing & as other guys enter the area we temporarily separate until they vacate. But eventually we settle into a long, passionate kiss as we press our gyrating bodies into each other enjoying the feel of each other’s hard cocks on our stomachs & we won't be separated. Guys start coming & going, some shower & some stop & stare. We become oblivious to them as we get caught up in our passion. We're consumed in passion. So hot! I keep telling him that I have to go, but I can't tear myself away. Neither one of us wants it to end until suddenly he's coming & he grabs his cockhead with his hand to catch his hot, creamy load. I grab his hand & place it on my hard dick & he begins to jerk me off using his warm cum to lubricate my big cock. The whole experience was electrifying. We both had to go, he's married too, so we showered & towelling off he was as prepared as I to start all over again. Anyways we agreed to meet back there in 3 weeks. Have each other’s first name only. I wanted to exchange email addresses but he's not on the net. Told me he was 32 & I told him I wouldn't hold it against him. He didn't mind that I was 45 (LOL). We dressed at the same time. He looked good in his blue jeans. He left first & we kissed goodbye & I reminded him of our next date. I was missing him already. When I went outside, he was sitting in his car & he opened his door & sat there smiling at me. I sensed that he was missing me already too. We talked briefly, reconfirmed the date & went our separate ways. A dangerous feeling for a married man to fall in love with a guy, but believe it or not I think I might just have. Our dynamics were incredible. Hope this hasn't been uncomfortable for you, but that you've got some erotic pleasure out of it. Just felt I had to share it with someone & felt I could with you. Thanx for listening. Keep in touch. Be good, Marty. Well, he had warned me that he was a pig and that he thought that guy was cute. If I didn’t turn Marty’s crank, I’m happy for him that he found someone who did. Of course I’m envious I didn’t have a "double-header" like him that day. But maybe I’ll go to the bathhouse this Saturday and try my luck again! Randy49@gay.com