Wednesday, Dec. 03, 2003 - 10:16 p.m.
Brief Things Cum To Those Who Wait

Last Thursday evening I was sitting alone in the sauna at my gym when in wandered Young Buck.

Nearly two years had passed since this sexy young guy first beguiled me. I've been admiring him upstairs in the gym and occasionally down in the change room ever since.

And I am a very patient man.

Big dick swinging as he hopped up on the bench along the other wall, Young Buck looked horny, mischievous. Just the way I remembered him. Just the way I wanted.

Attempting to cover that floppy cock behind cupped hands, he stole shy glances my way, seeing what I might be doing with mine. I wasn't doing a thing, at least not at first. His cupping soon turned busy; oh, stupendous jut!

Heart racing, I groped in kind.

Young Buck sprang up—sprung appendage in hand—and smiled as he plunked down right beside me.

"I want to suck it," I said, drunkenly.

"Okay," he giggled.

"You'll watch for somebody coming?"

"Okay," he said.

I leaned into him, mouth agape, and sucked it up. Or as much of that thick rod as I could gorge myself on.

Young Buck bucked his hips, moaned. "Oh yes!" he exclaimed.

I jerked myself and sucked and sucked and sucked him.

He pushed me away. Okay, that's it, that's all, I thought.

But no. Young Buck stood up and wagged at me. "Suck me, some more?" he asked.

I didn't need to be asked twice. He rammed my throat, I fingered his steaming hole, screaming glee edgewise.

A minute or two later, I came. Young Buck giggled naughtily, scampered down to the floor and smiled at me. He strode over to the long black water hose in the corner, and asked me something. He spoke softly, effeminately. I could not hear.

"Huh?" I said, woozy, discombobulated.

"Do you want me to hose you down?" he asked again.

"Um, sure, I guess," I said.

Like a little boy, Young Buck raised the black hose and pointed it at me, turned on the faucet. Cold water splashed on my cum-globbed belly, dispersing it. I cried out from the cold. "Okay," I said. "That's good."

"Oops," he said. "Missed some." More arctic torrents assailed me.

"No really," I said, laughing. "That's good."

Eager to effect a fierier splash from the lad, I was about to beckon him back over when the sauna door opened. I quickly covered my waning erection. In walked another cute young guy, who greeted Young Buck, began chatting with him. Young Buck and I exchanged impish, knowing glances, I awaited flaccidity, then made my way to the shower.

And immediately afterwards, I remembered how delicious my desire for Young Buck had tasted all this time. Realized how little of that got expressed in this briefest of trysts. Minutes later, my throat couldn't recall him.

I will always remember the icy splashdown at the end, and his smiling friendliness. But compared to my fantasies' fullness, the abrupt assignation barely registered.