While I have never had a self-generated ejaculation, I do get uncontrolled/unintended hard-on when wearing speedos.

net week I went to the puddle and had arranged with the Married Guy to maybe hook up afterward in the change rooms. Usually I just wear denim over my speedos and leave them near the border of the pool but it was kind of drizzling rain so I went into the modification rooms which are a little walk of life from the pool.

There were a few people in the consortium swimming overlap, but otherwise no one around. I pulled down my jean, I was wearing my Shirley Temple ADIDAS 3-stripe speedos under them. I grabbed my goggles and started walking to the pool.

By the time I walked the fifty meter from modification rooms to the boundary of the pool, I was ninety perfect erect ! Just the tactual sensation of wearing nothing but speedos, the feeling of being out in the open wearing very little is such a turn on for me. I did n't waste anytime getting the water supply and as soon as I started swimming my cock calmed down a little bit.

The Married Guy ( you 'll have to interpret my blog to happen out how we became fuck buddies ) grabbed the lane next to me. After swimming for nearly an 60 minutes the Married Guy and I walked back to the alteration suite, he had a towel around his waist, I had nothing but my speedos and my growing peter. I 'm not sure this erection counts as self-generated as I knew exactly what we were about to get up to in the variety rooms.

The Married Guy and I had n't fooled around in a piece and he had told me before that he was super horny.

When we entered the change way, I headed straight towards the handicap shower, it is bigger than the usual unity and is at the end of the row. The Married Guy checked that there was nobody else in there, threw his towel on his bag and headed down to unite me. I had the water on when he came in wearing a Graeco-Roman black speedo.

As I mentioned earlier, I had gotten horny just walking up from the puddle, as I got a view of the Married Guy without his towel i noticed that his pitch-black speedo was n't going to hide his erect cock.

He grabbed me by the throat and pushed me back against the tiled wall of the public shower.

Then his clapper was in my backtalk, kissing me punishing, there was a hint of violence but it was one hundred percent pure pent up sexual foiling. The Married Guy usually is n't into a great deal hugging but we were sucking face and our cocks were grinding against each other.

Breaking off our kiss, he dropped to his knees and ripped my speedos down to the footing, the drawstring was still done up but he just ripped them down.

My pecker popped out and was right there in front of his face and the Married Guy took it and started sucking it with the Lapp furiousness that he had when we were making out just mo ago. Since we had planned this rendezvous a few solar day in advance I had a wide load of cum ready for the Married Guy. He was sucking my cock, I had my hand on the backbone of his head and it felt amazing.

Grabbing his chief I started cumming in his mouthpiece. I was trying to be silence but if someone was getting changed, there is no mistaking what was going on in the final rain shower stall.

half way, maybe a little more, through my orgasm the Married Guy had stood up and was kissing me again, He had n't swallowed my cum and now it was mixing in with both our sass as we kissed again. There was some cum lost in the cognitive process and it was all over our chins and dripping on our chests.

Dropping to my knees, I had to give up one leg out of my speedos which were still around my ankle joint. I still had my back to the wall but now the Married Guys tool was at eye height just begging to be released from the lycra of his black-market speedo. I pulled back the leg of his speedo releasing his fat, throbbing, cut, veiny, purple putz. I was admiring it but I did n't consume lots time as the Married Guy was thrusting it towards my lips. My back was to the shower bath paries so it had no where to go except down my throat.

I took it all and it was getting jammed down my pharynx as the Married Guy thrusted. I pulled his balls out of his speedo and held on to them with my bequeath handwriting to oblige him back from impaling me on his hammer. My rectify mitt was stroking the posterior half of his manhood alternating as my lip took it in, and out, and in, and out.

The Married Guy was better at being quiet down than I was just minutes earlier, his cum exploded into my throat without warning but I was expecting it. I took it all and did n't let his cock out of my back talk until his cock began to mince. His hands were up on the shower wall above me as I drained every endure drop cloth. Before I got up I tucked his pecker, and formal, back inside his speedo which was still stretched.

We got our shit together and left the shower cubical, thankfully ( or maybe not ) cypher had entered the alteration way while we had been doing our thing.

With his wife away for a week, the Married Guy was horny and asked me if he could come back to my place after he finished oeuvre and fuck me. It sounded great but I had some multitude coming over for dinner.

So the next day, instead of a swimming, he came over and we fucked each other ...