Roman Holiday

Sam was visiting his great aunt, Cheryl at her condo in Boca, during spring break. She insisted he stay with her, even though his friends were at the Hilton, swooning over jocks and frat boys. He felt a nagging obligation to stay close to home, in case his aunt wanted to have drinks or get dinner. His uncle Stan had passed a year prior, and although it was a free trip, he wanted to have some fun on the side. His friends gave up after two days of inviting him to the room, and although his aunt insisted she was ok, he knew he’d never hear the end of it from his parents, if they knew he’d bailed to go party.  

Sam had just left the club house, after an intense work out, and a quick shower before they closed for the evening. He dropped his towels in the bin, and took a short cut through the small alley between the club house and garage, passing by some of the staff housing. He stopped suddenly, seeing a flash of bare ass in one of the windows. He glanced around to make sure he wasn’t being watched, and crept closer to the window, looking around the spacious living area. A tall, athletic middle aged man loomed in front of an open refrigerator. He had a faint tan line where shorts were worn, and a mop of messy blonde, curly hair framed his chiseled face. The light from the open refrigerator cast shadows up his muscular legs and torso, outlining a perky, hairy ass.  

Sam gulped hard, and continued to watch, as the man squatted down, reaching in, briefly exposing his scrotum below the line of his hairy thigh. Sam squinted, trying to see more, as the man stood up, with a jar of olives, and block of cheese in hand, letting the door close, as he walked toward the waist high counter, his lower half now hidden from view. Sam waited a moment, but the man was intent on organizing a cheese board, turning to and from the counter, getting an assortment of crackers and preservatives. The man turned toward the window, to throw something away, and Sam recognized him as the director who gave off a slight vibe, when aunt Cheryl had introduced them in the foyer the previous day. Roman. He had his card on his dresser, and was assured he could “stop by for anything,” noticing the familiar twinkle in Roman’s eye. 

Sam’s mouth was suddenly dry, and a bead of sweat had found its way in the corner of his eye. He quickly wiped it away, and continued watching, as Roman prepared the board, and brought it around the counter space, toward the sitting area. Sam’s eyes widened, as he took in all of Roman. His chest and abs were beautifully defined, with darker blonde hairs waving down the Vs of his abdomen, meeting in a dark swirl of curls above his groin, and almost black at the shaft, which hung low, and full, perched atop two dark pink, hairless balls, framed in dark and light curls that spread and thinned out over the thighs. His arms were toned, but not bulky, and his chest was strong, with dark, thick nipples. 

Sam became aroused, and tucked himself off to the side, making a last minute decision to knock on the door. He walked briskly around, hoping to catch Roman off guard. He cleared his throat, and swallowed, knocking firmly, but only twice. He waited, and saw a dark outline appear behind the frosted glass panel. The door opened, and there stood Roman, with a small bathing towel wrapped around his waist. He looked puzzled at first, and then his face brightened, as he pushed the screened door open toward Sam. “Hey! Sam, come on in, I was just settling in for the evening.” Sam glanced down, noticing the visible outline of Roman’s dick, as the light terrycloth shifted loosely over the shaft. He looked back up, to see Roman watching his gaze. “Oh, yes, I uh. Well, aunt Cheryl wanted to me to get to know some of the people around here, but you’re the only one I could think of, within age range.” 

They both laughed, as Roman adjusted the towel tighter, outlining his dick even more. Sam felt himself getting hard again, and shifted his weight to one leg. “You’re more than welcome to hangout. I usually don’t wear much around the house, when I'm home. I’ll go put something on, and....” “No, you’re good. I don’t want you making adjustments for me. You’re goals actually.” “Yeah, I get that a lot. You just gotta keep active, and get lots of sleep.” “Right.” Sam was attracted to his confidence. Roman knotted the towel, with a half nervous smile, as he turned to walk toward the sitting area. “You can help yourself to the cheese board. I was going to get some ginger ale, if you want some?” He walked toward the kitchen. 

“Yes, that sounds good. I haven’t had ginger ale in a minute.” “It’s my evening drink of choice since recovery. I’m going on 2 years sober.” “Aw, that’s great.” “Yes, thanks.” Roman returned, and handed a ginger ale to Sam, sitting in the club chair across from him. He got a quick flash of balls, as Roman sat down, and crossed his leg over. ”So how long will you be staying with your aunt?” “Just until next friday, then I fly back.” “To Minneapolis?” “Yes, where it’s still snowing.” Roman smiled, and took a sip. ‘I’ve never been to Minneapolis. How is the gay scene there? Oh, I'm sorry I assumed.” “Oh, no, you’re right. I guess it’s ok. I usually don’t go out though.” Roman got a twinkle in his eyes, and took another drink. “I used to go out in Miami. Always the tourist boys wanting me to fuck them. Always play safe, obviously, but northern boys always enjoy my Florida charm.” He leaned forward, reaching to the cheeseboard on the ottoman between them. Sam noticed the towel knot had come undone, and as Roman leaned back, and crossed his leg over, the material had opened, to reveal his bush of dark and light curly pubes. Roman didn't’ seem to notice, or he no longer cared. 

Sam and Roman talked about food, and movies, and things they liked and didn’t like about Boca. Sam had eaten the last olive, when Roman mentioned a restock. He stood up, as the towel fell open, dropping to the floor, and his dick was now a couple feet away from Sam. It was glorious, and beautiful, and inviting. Sam cleared his throat, as Roman stood before him. “Is this ok, or should I...” “No, you’re good” Sam took a sip of ginger ale, looking up to see the twinkle in Roman’s eye again. He watched in awe, as Roman slowly walked back to the kitchen, going to the refrigerator, and reaching in, glancing over his shoulder at Sam, and pulled out another jar of olives. He poured them into a new bowl, and brought it back to the sitting are. His dick had thickened, and was now a low arch, swaying loosely in front of him. He said down, placing the bowl of olives down, and leaned back, leaving his legs open, as his dick draped slightly over his left thigh. Sam tried not to look, but every glance, Roman’s dick became fuller, and longer. Roman casually drank his ginger ale, and carried on their conversation, as if nothing was wrong.  

Sam shoveled a few more olives in his mouth, and nodded agreeably, as Roman continued on, about investments, and his real estate portfolio. His dick was now pointing straight up toward his chin, fully hard, and nodding back and forth, as his balls rose and dropped rhythmically, between sentences. Sam continued to nod, not hearing a word of it, just occasionally watching the motion of Roman’s flexing manhood 

“And just like that, I came without touching.” Roman took another drink, smiling at Sam. “Oh, what? I’m sorry.” Roman chuckled and shook his head. “Sam, I was telling you about my talent for contactless cumming, and how it got me through the pandemic. “Oh wow, that would be something.” “Do you want to see?” “I mean, you’re...already prepared, so.” Sam motioned his hands toward Roman’s groin, as Roman arhced his back, and jutted his hips out toward Sam. “OK, now just give me a moment, and I’ll show you.” “Right now?” Sam looked around, and remembered the open window. He got up, and fumbled with the blinds, closing them, and returning to his seat. Roman shrugged, and rolled his eyes, “nobody cares around here.” He gripped the edge of the chair arms, flexing his shoulders and biceps, and closed his eyes. Sam watched as Roman controlled his breathing, and flexed his dick up and down, his balls rising and falling with ease.  

Sam could hear Roman’s breathing deepen, and heard small gasps and moans. “Mmm, yeah, I can feel it closing in.” Sam gulped, and took a drink of his now warm ginger ale. “Oh fuck....yeah, it feels so good.” Roman licked his lips, his dick starting to throb up and down, more quickly this time. “Mmmm...ooooh, oh oh....oh yeah, oh fuck....oh my god...” Roman opened his eyes, meeting Sam’s gaze, his face suddenly flushed, “It’s time. UH!” Roman closed his eyes again, as clear streams shot straight out, one hitting Sam in the face, as he jumped. “Uh! Uh! Uh!” He felt warm shots hitting him in the face, and neck, and rhythmically splattering against his arms, and shirt. “Uh! Uh! Uh!” Roman  was gasping, and sweating at this point, as the clear streams became white, and were now ropes of cum, flying toward Sam. He spread his legs, as the cum shots hit the base of the club chair, and coated their half eaten cheeseboard, and as soon as he’d realized what had happened, Roman’s dick began to slow, and the cum was now a steady stream, dribbling down his veiny shaft, and dripping off the base of his high and tight scrotum. “Uh.....Uh....Uh....” Roman’s breathing slowed, and he began to relax, sinking back into the chair, his dick still pointing straight up, as the cum flow slowly began to fade. 

Sam gulped again, wiping at his face. He had drops everywhere. He began to feel the liquid solidifying into a gooey mess, as he smeared it everywhere. He looked for tissue, finding a box to his left, on the side table. He dabbed, ineffectively at the spots covering his arms, and neck, feeling the tissue separate, and leave shreds against his skin. He gave up, and watched Roman, fascinated at the amount of cum this man unloaded, his dick still rock hard, pointing straight up. He wanted to touch him, to feel his warm body, and explore this amazing dick that shot the power of life all over the sitting room.  

Roman got up, smiled and winked at Sam, as he left the sitting room, disappearing down the hall. He returned, still naked, with a towel in hand. His dick dripped a couple of drops on the floor, as he squatted down, dabbing at Sam’s arms and shirt. “I’m...sorry I got really excited.” Sam gulped, and nodded. “No, it’s ok. Literally just amazed at what I just saw.” “Yeah? You’re welcomed over any time, and you can watch, touch, explore, whatever you want, Sam.” Sam nodded, as Roman disappeared down the hall. Sam could hear a shower start, and started to clean the cum off the ottoman, and cheese board, which was covered in cum. He was just finishing, when he felt a hand on his lower back. “You didn’t need to clean up.” He turned around, face to face with Roman, who stood a few inches taller, but was hunched over, as he reached behind Sam’s back, to grab the towel. “Next time, maybe you can join me.” “Oh, no, I’d never be able to do that.” “I can teach you.” Roman smiled down at him, leaning in, and kissing Sam on the cheek. Sam gulped hard again, feeling his dick hardening in his shorts. “I should probably get back to aunt Cheryl. I just don’t want her waiting up for me.” “No problem.” Roman walked to the door, and opened it for Sam. “I’ll see you around.” He smiled as he closed the door, and Sam turned, adjusted himself, and hurriedly walked home.