A Trip to the Baths

By ten.skcapym@6294slom

Published on Mar 5, 2015

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A TRIP TO THE BATHS

By Crumby2392

I was supposed to meet George at our usual place. George is a great fuck bud, and we meet in a certain bath house—where we first met.

That's a story. I had stayed Friday evening until 2 AM, and was about to go home. I had been with 3 guys and came as many times. So I took a shower, and sat down in the sauna to dry off. I was going to leave. But George sat next to me, with 4 four other guys crowding the sauna. I looked at him and wanted him that first minute. Beautiful body, beautiful face, beautiful thick cock. And, it turned out, a beautiful person.

Well, I was trying to leave. I really was. But my cock said something else. It got thick. I squeezed it a bit. And George did the same thing. Squeezed again. George squeezed again. Then George got up and left. And waited outside where I could see him.

Damn, I can be dense. Took me all of 3 minutes to realize that he was waiting for me. And by the time I wrapped my foolish head around the idea, he had disappeared. Where could he have gone? I stood where he had been standing. Three ways to go. Back to the sauna? No. To the steam room? No. No new towels hung there. To the stairs? I would have seen.

Then I noticed that there was a dark maze-like space to the left. I went in. Totally dark. No one in the first alcove. No one in the second alcove. And there was George, in the third alcove. Just enough light to see his face. And he quickly knelt and took my cock in his mouth. I gasped while he sucked it. Then I pulled him up and hungrily devoured his. Big. Barely get it down. But I'll die trying. We took turns, kinda fighting over who was going to suck cock.

Until at one point we were face-to-face, and I managed to get out, "What's going on here?" George understood immediately. The attraction was so powerful between us...

I asked him to my room, which I had not vacated. We sucked cock for three hours straight. Sixty-nine, taking turns, whatever. At one point I said to him: "All I want to do for the rest of my life is suck your cock." Well, it was 5 AM before we came up for air and came. And we said goodbye, but not before we exchanged emails.

I met George a few more times but those are different stories, which I'll skip for now.

So I was supposed to meet George. But he had said he might not make it, and an hour after our appointment time, he hadn't shown up. I had no email or phone, so I just assumed (correctly) that it didn't work out. The bath house was huge and clean. But no one was there that morning. I was the only one wandering around, except for two staff members. A few doors down there was a couple having sex behind a closed door, and making loud noises--grunts and erotic phrases--every 15 minutes or so. Some kind of marathon. At first it turned me on to listen, but after a while I got bored.

Well, I had a day to myself, and I wasn't going to spend it in this empty bath house. So I left, and walked the 10 blocks to another bath house, which I prefer, which had given me hours of pleasure in the past (including my first meeting with George), and which I knew would have more visitors. It's closer to downtown.

I got my room, settled in, and looked up and down the place. Sauna. Porn room. Showers. Gym. There were guys cruising. One of them had a big thick cock and made a point of not wearing a towel. But he was out of my league, young, muscular, good-looking, and obviously feeling superior. A dumpy older guy sat in the sauna, and a few others.

I went upstairs to my room and walked around the floor, looking in the open rooms. One guy intrigued me. I'll call him Assman for now. Nice face, middle-aged, hairy chest (salt-and-pepper), in-shape body, and sitting on his bed. I walked into his room and he immediately went down on my cock. I reached for his and found it very small and soft. He sucked on me for a while, then pulled off and got down on hands and knees, arching his back and offering me his nice shapely ass. Bareback.

Well, I wouldn't do that. I asked if he had a condom. Amazingly, he did not. So I went out into the hall and got one from the dispenser. But when I came back, he had shut his door and was leaving, as he told me, to wander around. OK. Later.

Another nicely built middle-aged guy came cruising by, and I assumed Assman had given me up for him. No. I walked into the second guy's room and he, too, went down on me right away. He had a nice developed chest, also hairy with some grey, and large protruding nipples that were to turn out to be the centers of our relationship. He pulled off and asked my name. He told he his: Eric.

Well, Eric was an insatiable bottom, same type as Assman. And same tiny cock that never got hard, with nice balls. And assumed the same position. What is this, hungry bottom day? Well, Eric had a condom. So I put it on and went in. He loved it. Moaned. I reached around and tweaked his big eraser-like nipples. We fucked and fucked. I rammed it to him fast and slow, deep and shallow. He liked it all.

I pulled out and asked him to ride my cock. He wasn't great at it. Some guys can use their ass like a fist, pulling on my shaft and making me cum. He kind of entertained my shaft, but didn't get me close. I was wearing a condom, and could fuck forever.

At some point I pulled out. He stood up, leaned over the bed, and I shoved it in from behind. Eric was enthusiastic, and I couldn't stop playing with his tits. He discovered mine—very sensitive, not nearly so big, and started arousing me the more. We moved onto the bed, still in mid-fuck. Eric couldn't get enough. We fucked for half an hour. I never came, but pulled out and said I needed a rest. He agreed.

We didn't re-connect. About 30 minutes later, I saw him leaving by the staircase opposite my room. I saw this because I went to my room and lay there, hard but relaxed. Not a lot of corridor traffic, and for about 20 minutes no one came in. But then someone did come in. Someone with a good body, middle-aged, salt-and-pepper chest hair. It was Assman, whose name, I soon learned, was actually Harry.

Well, Harry went down on my cock and thrilled me with his lips, tongue, and throat. But what he really wanted was a dick up his ass. He got on hands and knees, arched his back, and offered me his ass, like the first time we met. Beautiful shapely buttocks, waggling as he arched his back on hands and knees. Irresistable. And this time I had a condom at the ready. I slid in. Harry was immediately lust crazed. My cock feels so good, I'm in so deep, he loves my cock, and so on. We fucked for a good half hour. He also had a small dick and trouble getting hard. But he was semi-hard and leaking. That turned me on, and I started thrusting deep and hard. Harry liked it deep, with small strokes. He liked it hard, with wide fast strokes. Everything I did he loved. And so did I.

At a certain point, we were both covered with sweat and neither of us had cum. I suggested we take a break and pulled out. But Harry had other ideas. He crouched down, arched his back—and I couldn't help myself. I hadn't taken of the condom, so I shoved right back in. And we fucked for another 20 minutes. I pulled out again. Harry assumed the position again, I couldn't help but go in again, and this happened 3 or 4 times, until we agreed to stop. Finally, covered with sweat, I went to take a shower, and Harry disappeared.

I found him again about 20 minutes later, as we were both cruising. I smiled at him and said, "Just let me know when you want to fuck some more. You know where my room is." He smiled back.

I went to my room to lie down. (I had been on the go since 6 AM.) And who should come in? Harry. He wanted some more of my cock. And he got it. He presented his ass again, in that way I couldn't resist. This time he was tight, and I had to work my cock in, asking again and again if he was hurt. No. He took it like a champ. And opened right up as soon as I got inside.

Harry turned out to be a virtuoso bottom. We fucked in positions I had never dreamed of, and he was good at all of them. We fucked doggie style. I had him ride my cock. Then he leaned back and ended up lying down, my cock in his ass and our asses 'facing' each other. Awkward, but Harry made it work He moved his hips and his legs so that my shaft got stroked and squeezed even in that position. And his passage got rammed.

More. I pulled out and inserted spoon-style. He moved so that his body was perpendicular to mine and milked my cock with his ass. Unbelievable. The guy could fuck! I had my dick inside him that second time for most of a whole hour.

Finally we broke apart. I still hadn't cum. Okay. Harry disappeared again. Turns out—as I found out from later cruising—that he went back to his own room, got on hands and knees, and showed his ass, waiting for a penetrator. That actually turned me off.

I walked around, took a sauna, failed to catch the attention of a few hot guys, managed to avoid the attentions of some I didn't fancy, and went up to the second floor to watch porn. I was sitting with my legs spread, my soft thick cock pouring down between my thighs. So I caught the attention of one guy. Short, dark (Indian or Latino) and staring at me and me cock. I nodded to him, 'Yes'. He came over to me and took my cock in his mouth. A shallow, tentative blow job, but we enjoyed it just the same. He soon left to cruise, and so did I.

I wandered into the third floor maze. It was dark, and a guy was feeling another up. So I joined in. The guy getting felt was small. I suspected, correctly, Asian. (I saw him in the light later). Then the guy who was feeling him up started feeling me up. I reached for his chest—and found, despite the darkness, that I knew the guy. IT was Harry. He sucked my cock, and would have wanted me to fuck him through a glory hole. But that's not my thing. We didn't acknowledge each other, I moved out of the maze, and Harry assumed a position with his ass against a large glory hole. I saw his half-moon cheeks from the side and I walked out.

And was met by the Latino guy, who rubbed up against me and fondled my cock as I did the same to him. Pretty soon, right there in the corridor, our towels came off. He was incredibly sensual. Small, tight body and beautiful ass. Our hands were all over each other, and our mouths--dry—feeling, caressing, touching, pulling, squeezing. He knelt down and started sucking me I felt his cock. Nice thick penis, and I thought I felt it uncut, with a really tight foreskin that I couldn't draw back. Well, I knelt down to suck him off, and found that the 'tight' foreskin' was actually a condom, which he was wearing as he cruised. He took it off and I sucked his fat bare cock, which actually was uncut.

I invited him to my room. He closed the door, took a condom, and put it on me. Then he sucked me with the condom. Not bo be outdone, I did the same to him—with a condom. It was a very sensual 69 session, despite the awkwardness of the latex. His body was beautiful and he moved against me like a cat. I asked him, at one point, if he wanted to fuck. He looked at me and indicated my penis, saying sweetly, " I couldn't take anything as big as that." Nicest decline of a fuck I had ever heard. Soon after that, he wandered out of the room, and out of the narrative.

I was tired, but still horned—I hadn't cum--and I decided to stay a bit longer. I left the door open, but dozed, my cock soft and thick. No one disturbed me. Waking up, I decided to look for one last fling, then leave on the next bus. I walked around and got two rejections. Okay. I was about to give up, when I walked by one room and saw a good-looking, guy, sort of thin, with a small beard, lying on the bed looking out. Fully clothed. What is going on? I nodded and entered the room, closing the door. He immediately reached under my towel and took my cock in his mouth. And gave me the most wonderful blow job. He didn't want to stop. I tried to take off his jeans, but the fly was button-down. I tried to take off his pullover shirt but it was tight. He wouldn't stop sucking my cock. Finally I groped him through his jeans. I like things to be mutual whenever, and this guy was turning me on.

He got the idea, came off my penis, and took off his clothes. It took a while. He excused himself for his tight jeans. "Relax," he said, but he was clearly as eager as I to get down. Finally his jeans were off—to reveal a huge thick cock, still soft. I was glad I insisted. He went back to cocksucking—he loved it—and I fondled him. He got hard right away. I suggested 69. He ended up on top, with my cock buried down his throat. And he had more than I could handle. I got about half of it in my mouth, and the other half in my hand. He loved it all the same, and so did I. He was easily 8", maybe more, and thick. I was on the bottom of the 69, and tried to get more down my throat, and he obligingly lifted his knees off the bed to give me more room. But I still couldn't give that big dick all it needed. Exploring the head of his dick,I found that he had a hole where he had removed a Prince Albert piercing. Didn't matter—I loved his cock and he loved mine.

Now: I like to jerk off in between sucking. That's how I usually cum. But this guy—his name was Carl—didn't want me out of his mouth for a minute. He finally got the idea, let me jerk for about 10 seconds, and I was ready to cum. He clearly wanted to swallow—and I'm safe. So after asking, I let him. As it happens, I don't love cumming in a guy's mouth. They're always too eager to keep sucking, and I get really sensitive the minute I start shooting. So I left it in as best I could, and he got a big load—I had postponed cumming for about 6 hours. At the end I pulled out and finished off myself.

But he hadn't cum. I licked his balls range-sized scrotum, turned me on, while he jerked. Then we hugged. He said, " I hope I see you again." I concurred. Although not likely, the sentiment was really nice.

Then I left, and I'm writing this on the bus back home.

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