GBL 1/GBL 1.iso/gay_text/tanning.txt

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"Tanning Time"
by The Nudist, Sysop of TWO'S COMPANY BBS, Memphis, TN


When I was a student in college, I had a part-time job in a tanning salon for
about a year and a half.  If you've never spent time in a tanning salon, you
don't know what you've been missing.  A tanning salon is one of the best
places to go and watch people, whether they be guys or girls.  People come in
all the time...some fully dressed, some in skimpy bathing suits, and some in
between.

Many customers come only occasionally, but every once in a while you get a
person who is really serious about tanning, and they become your "preferred
customers."  Such was the case one afternoon when this guy about 22 years old
walks in and says that he would like to start tanning at our salon.  It was
pretty obvious that he had been tanning SOMEWHERE, since it was only March
and he already had an AWESOME tan. So I sign the guy up for a package and
show him the rooms and how to operate the beds, and he takes his first session.

After several times in the salon, Jerry asked if he could start coming right
before I closed and tan a little longer.  This was a small salon, and we
often allowed our better customers to tan longer than 30 minutes if they had
a good tan.  So I told him that it would be no problem, that he could come in
later at night with no appointment most of the time.

Then one night he comes in right as I'm getting ready to close, and he asks
if he can tan.  I told him that I was just getting ready to close so that I
would have time to tan before I went home.  He asked if there was any way
that he could, so I said sure, I would just lock up and set the timers, and
we would both tan.  So I locked up and turned off the front lights and set
the timers.  Jerry had been tanning about 40 minutes at a session, so I set
our timers for about 40 minutes each. I walked by Jerry's room on the way to
the room I was using, and he was taking off his shoes.  We had become casual
friends, and he struck up a conversation with me.  As we were talking, he
began to undress.  He first removed his shirt and began rubbing a small
amount of tanning amplifier into his skin.  Much to my surprise he removed
his pants a minute later, and began rubbing the lotion into his legs.  I
didn't act as if I had noticed anything unusual, but I was a little surprised
that he was undressing in front of me...still I didn't think a lot about it.
He didn't remove his briefs, but rather massaged a small amount of the lotion
onto his buttocks and pubic area by running his hands into his shorts.  Then
he sorta let the conversation trail off and said that he was ready to tan.
So I excused myself (reluctantly) and went to my room.  As I was walking out
of his room, he removed his briefs, exposing the rest of his well-tanned body.

Just as my session ended, I THOUGHT that I heard a noise outside of the room.
 But since this salon is right next to a nightclub, I just assumed that it
was the D.J. getting started up for the evening. INSTEAD, it was Jerry
knocking at the door, which I did not lock.  I answered him, and he tried the
door and opened it slightly, asking if I would put a little more time on his
bed since he wouldn't have a chance to come again for several days.  Much to
my surprise, he was standing there in the hall totally naked.  I asked him if
he was sure that he wouldn't get burned, but he said no, that he had been
tanning nude for about a month with no problems, except for the fact that his
tan wasn't evening out as quickly as he would like.  Then he asked me how
long I'd been tanning nude.  I told him that it'd been about a year since I
started tanning nude, and that it had taken a long time to even out my tan.
So I walked out to the desk, still nude, to reset the timers. But Jerry had
other things in mind.  As I walked behind the desk, he walked up behind me
and started massaging my back and shoulders.  He then moved his hands toward
my chest, and started fondling my breasts slowly, moving down toward my pubic
area.  He started giving me a slow hand job, then after several minutes
turned me around and began sucking my cock very slowly and professionally.
He didn't suck hard or fast enough to get me off, but just enough to excite
the Hell out of me. I began to reciprocate, first slowly massaging his butt,
then moving to his chest and cock.  I began to rub his cock slowly, and his
groans made it QUITE apparent that he enjoyed what I was doing immensely.  He
continued to suck my cock, now somewhat faster, but I remained in control and
refused to cum.  I was enjoying this too much to spoil it!

We then laid down on the floor, and he began to jerk me off again. We
caressed gently, and just held each other for a few moments.  Then we went
into a sixty-nine position...him sucking me, and I sucking him. I typically
don't enjoy sucking someone's cock, but rather do it just to give them
pleasure and excite them.  But I had developed a good friendship with Jerry,
and I felt very close to him, and felt that we were sharing what was a VERY
special moment for both of us, not just a quick fuck for the lack of anything
better to do.  As I began to suck his cock I could feel the excitement SOAR
between us, and sucking him was indeed a GREAT pleasure for both of us.  I
sucked him slowly at first, then increased the intensity gradually.  I sucked
him until he was at the verge of cumming, and then stopped for a moment to
keep him from blowing his load too soon.  I fondled his cock and ass slowly
with my hands, and caressed every beautifully-tanned inch of his body.  Then
I began to suck him again, concentrating right at the head of his cock,
which, done properly, will drive you WILD with excitement and pleasure. I
then slid his cock deep into my mouth, and slowly stroked it with my tongue
and throat.  All the while I was on the verge of cumming from the power of
his fabulous hands, and I was begging him not to stop.

Next I began to stroke his ass gently, and then began to finger his asshole
very gently.  He, like me, had a tight ass, and he responded very well to the
stroking of my fingers.  As I fingered his asshole, I began to suck his cock
more rapidly.  He was hugging me and caressing me, and the excitement that he
was transmitting made me want to cum, too.  After sucking for a minute or
two, I moved my right hand back down to his cock, and gave him a slow but
firm hand job until he came.

After he came, he began to caress me again and kiss my body.  Then he moved
back to my cock and sucked my cock slowly and deeply.  Then he moved one of
his hands to my balls, and began to caress them gently while he sucked me.
He moved his left hand down to my ass and began to finger it gently as I had
done to him.  My body was shivering with pleasure, and yet I was still in
control.  Finally he moved his hand to my cock and resumed his rather
professional-feeling hand job.  My body had taken about all it could take,
and I felt as if I were about to cum. But Jerry seemed able to judge my exact
reaction, and he kept me within inches of coming for several minutes.  As I
began to cum, I begged him to slow down, because the feeling was too intense.
 But he refused, insisting that he was going to pump me for all that I was
worth.  After I came, we just laid there holding one and fell asleep in one
another's arms.  The next morning we got up early enough so that we were gone
before the owner arrived for the morning.  No one ever knew about our little
"session" except us.  My roommate never even asked what had happened that
night and why I hadn't come home until the next morning. But we had several
shorter, yet similar, sessions over the course of the next few months, and
Jerry became one of MY "preferred customers."