Morgan arrives in Miami
As I woke up for the second consecutive morning drenched in sweat, my body was loudly screaming for hydration. I decided today was going to be a day of full mental, emotional and physical rehab and rehydration. I lied in bed and mapped out my most self pampering day to excitingly see my Morgan later in the evening.
Typically when I'm in a staying in a city for over a week I'll hire a full-time driver to ensure I get to my meetings on time, in addition to just the overall convenience of having your ride there waiting 24/7 in case meetings run long. Morgan was flying in later in the afternoon and I wanted him to feel like royalty, so made sure he would be greeted with our driver the minute he walked off the plane. Being Thursday night, I also planned dinner and drinks at the hottest restaurant in town. Clearly I was wanting to make sure Morgan and I's anticipated night together would be a night to never forget.
After going on a long run on the beach, getting coffee and catching up with work, I decided to go steam at the spa to continue to flush the toxins out of my system. Between Vegas debauchery and the emotional parting with my wife, I still felt a bit fatigued as I was pushing my hardest to rid myself of this funk.
As I situated into the clouding steam room, I lied there beginning to think of what I wanted to do to Morgan the minute we could get our hands on each other. Being alone in the steam allowed for me to open up my towel and lightly start feeling around my body. Between tracing a finger along my lips, nipples, belly, cock and balls, I finally landed on the taint area above my asshole. The steam provided a wet runway for me to slowly probe my spread hole. With the room now blindly clouded with steam, I wasn't worried to the slightest if anyone could see me. Even in the low risk environment, it was still invigorating beginning to play with myself in a public setting. After probing my ass, I brought my finger back up to taste and gather spit for myself.
I brought my well-lubed finger back down and further inserted it into myself. My eyes closed imagining what it'll be like to take Morgan's large cock into my tiny entrance. I lifted one leg as if to allow Morgan better access into my virgin self. My other hand gravitated to my now hard cock and begin to easily slide up and down with all the steam in the air. As my hands worked in motion, one inside my ass and one slowly stroking my cock, I almost shot up to the ceiling as a I heard the door start to open up with a suctioning sound letting the hot air and steam out.
I quickly popped up into a sitting position as two men walked in talking quietly. I'm guessing they had to have known I was enjoying my privacy, but thankfully they didn't acknowledge my embarrassing moment. Interestingly, as I reached for my towel to cover myself, one of the younger gentlemen said, "Sorry to barge in like that - didn't mean to wake you. And please no need to cover yourself for us."
I stopped my search and proceeded to sit there with a deflating hard-on and responded with, "Thanks guy - yeah you caught me in a bit of a moment."
"Hey give us a few minutes in here and we too will be experiencing a moment too", he quickly replied as we all started laughing.
"Well guys - I'm going to let you two privately engage and have that moment - I've had enough steam time", was all I could mumble out in my continued embarrassment.
As I stood up, I realized once they had opened the door, quite a bit of steam was let out of the small room, which gave them clear visibility into my naked body. I looked at them both gazing at my body up and down. This was the first time in my life I noticed men scoping me out, which was quite stimulating. Maybe in all my years I never looked to see if men were actually checking me out, but regardless, these two were gawking at my half-hard cock and wet, muscular body standing in front of them.
I smiled looking at the both and playfully said, "Have fun in here guys - I'm sure I'll see you around the hotel", as I walked out and into the showers. As I sat under the shower, my smile continued as it was nice to feel some admiration during this weird moment in life. I didn't find the men attractive whatsoever, but now knowing more about the male anatomy, I had a different lens on seeing two men naked with me in a steam room.
I decided to venture down to the pool and have some lunch, where I enjoyed the amazing people watching Miami could offer. Beautiful women lounging in every direction, beer in hand and burger on the way - this is exactly what the doctor prescribed at this moment. My silence lasted for a solid hour before two young girls sat on lounge chairs next to me.
My sexual spectrum came full circle as the two women quickly became very friendly with me. They asked where from, how long in town and where I was going to be "playing" tonight. Their friendliness was so overt, I started to wonder if they were on the professional circuit, but it turns out they were in town to celebrate their 25th birthdays. We sat there laughing and drinking for the next hour, which tired me out to where I now desired a nice, cold, quiet nap. As I paid the tab, including their drinks, they asked if I was interested in meeting up with them later. I told them I'm having dinner with friends, but maybe would see them out. I politely dodged their last-ditch effort and request for my phone number with, "My wife hates when I give my number out", as I smiled and walked away.
Both genders were seemingly in on this sexual revolution I was experiencing, which didn't bother me at all. And in reality, if Morgan and Camella weren't coming to see me, I would have most likely been napping with a couple new friends this lovely afternoon.
I smoked some weed to ease my Morgan excitement, which helped my body squeeze maybe an hour of shut-eye. While in bed naked napping, I did begin to restart my finger tracing obstacle course, but decided to reserve my sexual energy for Morgan later. I sat there with my arms behind my head, naked, in my brilliant white bed, pondering what the night had in store. Would we stay out late partying, or more realistically, how soon would we be back in this wonderful bed.
My phone had been on silent all day wanting to avoid the digital drug, so once I checked my phone after the nap I saw far too many texts, emails and calls that I had zero interest in corresponding with. I saw Morgan's text, "Boarding flight - see you soon lover", which made me blush and smile. My overall lack of social energy or work productivity told me I was solely interested in providing energy to Morgan on this day and night. We met for a reason, which was life-altering serendipitous, and I was incredibly excited to finally let us be alone together for extended, intimate time.
And interestingly, my Morgan planning went beyond what our sexual wack-a-mole night had in store, but also just all the time in between, such as sleeping together, showering, getting ready, eating and even the hilarious awkwardness of going to the bathroom. Never in my life did I show one sign of finding men appealing, and now I'm head-over-heels for my gorgeous male lover, Morgan. This feeling will forever define for me that sexuality has nothing to do with gender - attraction is attraction - period.
I received a text from our driver that he was on the way to get Morgan, which timed perfectly as Morgan also texted he was on the tarmac. Maybe 30-minutes later I receive a text from Morgan, "Really Foxy? Way to embarrass me - I think these teenagers think I'm some YouTube star. I'll get you back, I promise!"
I laughed with, "Tell them you're a famous Swedish porn star, and then point down to you-know-who :)".
Morgan quickly counters with, "God I hate / love you!"
Morgan soon follows with a picture of him and our driver and this, "LOVE Barbs!"
Me: Get your butt here - we have reservations in an hour and I'm starving!
