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When I arrived at Flex Phoenix for the first time. There was a nice crowd in the locker room. I felt the nervous tension slip off my shoulders. I always worry, when I’m going somewhere for the first time, that it’ll be completely empty and I’ll just be there by myself.
Many of the locker doors were open and there were just as many men standing in the small rectangular shaped changing room. They were all comfortably and confidently naked. Each of them had lost their timidness about being naked or being observed hours ago. Some had one leg propped up on the bench and were drying themselves off with the white towels. All of their cocks dangled from their hairy legs.
Mixed between the men drying off were a few of us newcomers, fully dressed, and still a little nervous.
There were three of us to be exact. Me, an older muscled daddy, and a young twink who was already showing off his body in a sleeveless tank top that he had arrived with. He looked amazing in the tank top.
He had cut the sides off so that not only were his slender muscled arms on full display but also his tanned skinny body with muscle lines like a maze you could get lost inside of.
As hot as the entire locker room scene was, once the twink began taking his clothes off I became consumed by him and everything else disappeared from my consciousness.
Once he was down to his underwear you could see trails of dark hair running down his legs. Even his hair was just another level of beauty.
He took his briefs off and a giant cock dropped down, swinging back and forth as the rest of his body moved swiftly, folding his clothes and stacking them on top of his street shoes inside of his locker. When his back was to me his legs were spread wide and his two buttocks were covered in a nice layer of black hairs.
I could feel the older daddy staring at me. I’d look over at him from time to time and saw that he was staring at everybody. Sometimes I wish I could hedge my obsessions among more men but I tend to be razor focused and this evening I had already found the object of my obsession.
To my surprise the hung twink pulled a jock strap out of his duffel bag and put it on, covering up his schlong and showing off his juicy hairy buttocks. This made me think that he was more of a bottom and he wanted to hide his schlong from everybody so they didn’t bother him all night asking him for something he didn’t want to give.
After lusting after him for a bit I returned to my own needs, and got undressed and prepared myself for what lie before me. When I was ready the other two had already disappeared.
I walked around a bit and found a dark maze and then a door that lead outside to a pool. It being November, the sun had already gone down early, the oppressive Arizona heat was gone, and this was the best place to be. The sky was amazing. It looked so big and had turned an infinite color of deep dark blue.
I chatted with others who told me it was a saltwater pool but I usually tried not to think much about the contents of the water in places like this. I chatted with a few guys at the pool and enjoyed the evening vibes as much as I could, but all I could think about was that twink from the locker room.
I got up and went back into the maze. This time it was empty. When I reached the play area I saw that everybody was crowded around a fucking table feasting on the sight of the twink and the daddy from the locker room licking each other’s bodies. The muscle daddy was on his knees on the bed. He was much bigger than the twink, who was also on his knees, in front of the daddy. Both of his hands were grazing the daddy’s entire torso. They were sucking each other’s faces, but the twink would often go down on the daddy and lick his pecs and hairy abdomen.
The daddy was beginning to reach around and put his finger inside of the twink’s hole. He didn’t have to do that for long. The twink got right down on all fours and the daddy got off of the bed and stood on the floor. The twink eagerly moved over to the edge and the daddy put his mouth on his hole and began to place his tongue inside. By this time I had maneuvered myself to the front of the pile of observers, who were all caressing their own cocks to the scene before us. I saw goosebumps all over the twink’s slender muscled body.
Just the tongue of the daddy and I assume his prickly goatee gnawing around his most sensitive areas was making the twink moan loudly. I still wanted him all for myself and my body was filling up with a warm jealousy that was most intense in my chest. I was looking around at my other options hoping maybe one of them could release me from this but there was nobody even close to breaking the spell this greedy horny daddy loving twink had cast on me.
I wasn’t the only one. By now everybody at the club, even the guys I was chatting with outside at the pool were standing around watching the scene. By now the daddy had entered the twink and he was fucking him. They got right to it, they had both had enough foreplay. He was giving it to him good and you could hear their skin clapping together beneath the twinks incessant moans which wouldn’t stop even though it went on for a long time.
They changed positions and the twink lay on his back while the daddy came inside of him letting out a loud roar alongside the twinks screams. As they both caught their breadth the crowd began to thin out. A few of them paired up and went to play around in the maze or in other parts of the play area.
Nobody seemed to know what I knew, which was how hung the twink was. I hadn’t given up hope that maybe he still needed to empty his load into somebody. The daddy had gone off somewhere else and the twink was laying on the fuck platform alone.
I walked up to him, grabbed the waist of his jock strap, pulled it down revealing his half hard monster. He didn’t move. He was still laying down freshly fucked. I began to suck him off and he got rock hard fast. His cock was just as perfect as the rest of him. It was thick and veiny with a bulging head. I held the base of it with both of my hands and let my drool lube him up into a slobbery wet pleasure stick.
I could feel the energy of the cock building and I swear I could feel the liquids inside him begin to boil. I sucked on him from deep inside of me where the burning jealousy of earlier still remained. I sucked on him until I could feel his cum hit the back of the throat over and over. He didn’t scream like he had been before.
Someone from behind me had begun to play around with my ass. I used it as an excuse to stay on top of the twink for a little longer, gently licking his balls until he got up, put his towel on, and left the play area.
I was so hot I finished myself off before the guy behind me could figure out what to do. Just like the men before me, as soon as I was done I put on my towel and left without so much as looking at anybody. I went back to the pool, took a seat on a chaise lounge and went back to losing myself in the Arizona sky. All the jealousy I felt before was gone.
The twink and the daddy had disappeared, and I really didn’t care where they were right now. I asked myself how one man could mean so much to me one minute and nothing a minute later.
I chatted with a few other guys who had come back outside after the scene had ended. One complimented me on what had gone down and my participation in it. He called me a master cock sucker. I had never considered myself to be anything like that. I was just following something inside of me wherever it took me. Obediently, to the corners of the earth.
