Date: Thu, 12 Oct 2006 17:46:47 -0700 From: just some guy Subject: Bath House Adventures Part 3 This story is the property of the author. You may read it, if it is legal for you to do so, but you may not repost or use it in any other way. All legal ramifications of breaking local taboos are the sole responsibility of the reader. If this story isn't as exciting as you're used to, that's probably because it's completely true. Bath House Adventures Part 3 By sysiphuswyeast One in the Hand vs. Two in the Bush Well, it has been a couple of years since Part 1 was written, and I've been back to the baths several times. Some nights it has been really hot and some nights have been duds. Sometimes I feel inspired to write about it and sometimes not. Anyway, here's what I wrote after the latest visit. One thing about having a larger-than-average cock: If I get desperate enough, I can always go hang it out at the bath house and someone will come along to suck it. Hell, sometimes they LINE UP to suck it. It's true that the whole anonymous sex thing wears thin and gets hollow after a while. After a few weeks of blue balls though, it seems better than going without. Anyway, sometimes those evenings in the city get... interesting. The usual thing happened last night. Guys were slowly milling around the place, scoping each other out. (Everyone starts out with this picture of the Adonis that they're going to spend the night with. He must be hiding JUST around the next corner.) Finally, they start to settle for what's available. ((Hmm... that guy isn't TOO much flabbier / older / uglier than I am...)) Back in the groping room, I was exchanging fondles with a couple of guys who were in pretty good shape, if a little gray around the temples. My eyes were starting to water, though, because they both reeked of stale cigarette smoke. One of them had a pretty hard body, with nipple rings and a PA. Playing with his rings was fun for a while. I let him back me into a corner, where he went down on me with enthusiasm, if not a lot of skill. He was just getting into it when the inevitable happened. A couple of much hotter guys came in and stood just out of reach. (The grass is always greener & etc.) Now THOSE were the kind of guys that I came in here to play with. This always happens. Sadly, I am not crass enough to pull out of some guy's mouth to go running after someone else. By the time that Ringo wore down, the hotties were nowhere to be found. By now, it was around midnight, and I decided to retreat to my room for a little rest. It HAD been a long day. Anyway, I figured that by the time I finished my nap, most of the geriatric crowd would have gone home and hotter guys would be drifting in from the clubs. I was aroused from my drowsy rest by the sensation of a hot moist orifice engulfing my cock. Though the light was off, I'd left the door open slightly, in case anyone was really interested. A young latino guy was slurping up my cock, bringing it back to full staff. He wasn't in the best of shape, but his body had the firmness of youth. He climbed up on the bed and we squeezed each other's pecs and slurped on each others nips for a while. Then he got up on his knees and started grinding his crotch into mine. We humped each other for a while, getting our bellies all slicked up with pre-cum. Then he grabbed both of our cocks in one hand and started stroking them together. This dude was getting really worked up. He started letting out little groans of lust. Abruptly, he dropped our cocks and leaned back to get a condom and some lube out of his ankle wallet. I kept stroking both of us while he opened the packets. I was curious to see on to whose dick he was going to put the condom! Actually, I didn't really care much, at that point. As it turns out, he rolled it onto himself. I lifted my legs and worked some lube into my hole. The dude let out a kind of strangled roar, yanked on my ankles, and rolled on top of me. He entered me all in one thrust. The guy wasn't huge, but he was poking me right in the prostate. He was holding my ankle with one hand, stroking my cock with the other, and drumming on my prostate with his dick. My balls instantly started churning, and I couldn't help it. After only a few dozen strokes, I spurted a big rope of cum onto my chest. I pulled his hand off of my cock and managed to suppress a full orgasm for a while. I didn't have too long to wait. After only a couple of minutes, the dude let out another little roar, pulled out and leapt to his feet on the bed. He yanked off the condom and stroked himself to orgasm, spraying little drops of cum all over me, the bed, and the wall. We held each other for a while, then headed for the shower. He said that he had to work in the morning, and took off. Wrapping a towel around myself, I cruised around the establishment a bit, to see who was there at this hour. As I had suspected, a younger and more attractive crowd was filtering in, though mostly they were occupied with each other. You never know though... sometimes it pays to advertise. There were three twinkish young guys in the hot tub that kept glancing at me. I casually sat on a bench and watched the porn video that was playing on the monitor, dropped my towel, and stroked my cock for a while, until it showed full hard. After a bit, I went back to my room, dimmed the light, and relaxed on the bed, slowly stroking my hard-on. Before long, someone came into the room and put his hand on my cock. It was one of the twinkish guys. I sat up and groped his fine young flesh. He had nice big nipples, which I went to work on with my tongue. Taking the hint, he started playing with my chest. Then he straightened up and started grinding his hips into my crotch. I stood up and hugged him from behind, so that I could run my hands all over his body. He groaned and ground his skinny ass into my crotch. Before long he turned and grabbed my cock, and started working a condom onto it. I bent him over the bed, and applied some lube to both of us. I worked a finger into his tight hole, but he reached back and pulled my hand away. "No... fuck me now." he whispered. I wasn't sure about threading a needle with a sausage, but I figured it was his call. I put my cock against his tight pucker and gently started applying pressure. Abruptly, his sphincter opened and about half of my rod slipped inside the hot boyhole. He let out a sudden gasp of pain. Keeping my cock very still, I bent over and hugged his smooth tapered back, kissing his neck and stroking his side. After a moment, he started pushing back into me and I slowly entered him balls deep. He whimpered some more, and I started to slowly pull out, but he pushed back onto me again. Slowly, I started a gentle fucking motion. Before long, I could feel his sphincter relax a bit and the whimpers became more like enthusiastic groans. I straightened up and began to properly long-dick the young dude, while running my hands over his smooth tapered sides. How nice to occasionally fuck someone who actually has a waist! Now, the curse - and a blessing - of safe sex is that condoms kill most of the sensation for the top. I almost never cum in a condom. On the other hand, that means that, if properly motivated, I can usually pound away at a sweet ass all night, or until it begs for mercy. Once the young dude's ass was broken in, I had him climb up on the bed and did him doggie style for a while. Then pushed him flat and fucked him prone. Then flipped him over and did him missionary. Sometime when we were changing positions, I realized that we were no longer alone. Someone had opened the door and entered the room. I could see only a silhouette, but from the athletic crew cut and the shape of the torso, I thought it was one of the other two twinks that I'd seen in the hot tub. As soon as he saw me looking at him though, he left and closed the door. I was fucking the guy missionary style and pumping his cock with my fist. After a while, I felt his ass start spasming on me and he started spraying cum out onto his torso. I gently rolled his balls in one hand and kept a steady fucking motion going until his spasms subsided into a gentle quiver. Then I laid down and gave him a long hug and kiss. I loved the feel of his hot, hard body pressed against mine. Once our breathing returned to normal, we could feel the sweat and the cum cooling on our bodies. I wiped us down a bit with a cum rag and tossed it into the corner. Then I staggered off toward the shower, but the cheeky young punk thanked me for the fuck and ran off down the hall toward the hot tub room. I replenished the cum rags and condoms from the locker room, then laid down to rest for a bit. No sooner had I gotten comfortable, than someone else came into the room. At first I thought it was my young friend coming back, but then I realized that it was another one of the hot tub trio. I sat up and greeted this cute young guy with a grope and a hug. He almost immediately dropped and started tonguing my cock back to hardness. We shuffled up onto the bed and got a little 69-action going. Almost as soon as my cock was at full mast, though, he scrambled back and tried to sit on it. I sat up and started applying lube and latex where it would do the most good. But damn! This kids hole was T - I - G - H - T. Even with plenty of lube, I could barely finger fuck him with one finger. Nevertheless, he pulled my hand away and tried to sit on my cock. There was no way that my meat was going into this little piece of ass, but he kept humping himself down onto me. I had to hold the base of my dick with both hands to keep it from bending under his weight. The lips of his ass were engulfing the head of my dick, but the inner sphincter stayed closed tight. Still, the kid seemed to be getting off on it. He squatted over me, pumping his dick furiously, while ramming his ass onto the end of my cock. Once again, I realized that one of the other hot tub boys had stepped into the room briefly, then left. What was this, some sort of tag team? I finally decided that this guy was deluding himself if he thought that he could take my cock that night. I flipped him onto his back and fisted his dick with one hand while finger-fucking him with the other. I let my well-lubed dick massage his balls. He accepted my judgement, it appeared, because he just laid back and rocked with the sensations. Before long, my fingers could feel his prostate and veins on either side of it suddenly swell up, as his orgasm began. After that, he immediately started shooting cum all over himself. I gently slowed down, as his spasms subsided. As I wiped up the mess and tossed the cum rag onto the growing pile in the corner, we were joined once again by the third boy from the hot tub. In fact, it turns out that they WERE intending to tag team my dick! They had been checking up on each other during the action to make sure that I wasn't raping them or something. (?) Well, I told them that I'd have to rinse off and rest for a few minutes, but I thought that I could go another round... And also that they didn't have to sneak in one at a time - we could make a party of it, if they wanted. When I got back from the shower and the water cooler, two of the young guys were waiting in my room, playing with each other's dicks. It was the first one whom I'd fucked and the third, who I hadn't yet met. I wrapped my arms around their firm smooth shoulders and pulled us into a three-way hug. We kissed and groped for several minutes. The new guy went down and sucked on both my cock and his buddy's. I took advantage of the opportunity to grope the standing one, and tweak his big nipples some more. He did likewise to me. When were all rock hard, the new guy got up on his knees, on the bed and begged me to fuck him. I worked some lube into his rosebud with two fingers, while feeling up his tight body with the other hand. His buddy continued to feel up MY body, and started playing with my ass. When things felt right, I climbed up on the bed and slowly pushed my cock into my new friend's pucker. He let out a low moan as I bottomed out in his ass and I squeezed his body tight for a long hug. The bed was bouncing around, and I realized that the other dude was climbing up behind me and getting a rubber on his own dick. I spread my knees wide and held still, while he fingered some lube into my ass and found my hole with his cock. I tried to relax my sphincter as my back-door dude pushed his cock into me. I'm afraid that my own cock got a little soft for a bit, but the front-door dude held still and I stayed in him. Finally, the dick slid in past my sphincter. It wasn't very big, but it reached far enough to poke my prostate. My own cock rallied, and stiffened up again. I was the filling in a twink sandwich! To tell the truth, we spent most of our time there fumbling around, giggling, and moaning with lust as we tried to adjust our positions and find a good rhythm to fuck. It was fucking fun, though. Finally, the other two held mostly still and I supplied most of the motion, fucking myself forward into one dude's hole and backwards onto the other dude's cock. With the pounding on my prostate, I didn't last long. I felt the churning start deep in my balls, and with a series of wordless shouts, I started pumping my seed into the condom. In fact, the orgasm went on so long that I was afraid that the condom was going to over flow or slip off. As soon as my vision cleared, I gently extracted myself from the front-door dude, who seemed to be in the midst of his own orgasm. He laid down flat, and I collapsed on top of him. The back-door dude started fucking me harder and faster for a couple of minutes, then pulled out and stroked himself to orgasm. I cold feel his cum drops raining down on my back. Finally, he collapsed on to me and we all laid there, cooling down and catching our breath. I was spent. Wasted. It was time for me to pick up the pieces and take myself home for a little sleep before the sun came up. After a little snuggling, the guys thanked me for the fuck. Over and over they thanked me. Shit... they were acting as if I was some sort of authority figure that they had to butter up. I staggered off toward the shower, while they jumped up full of energy and scampered off for the steam room. Youths are not called "callow" for nothing. In the shower, I found myself locking gazes with a hot 30ish looking guy who had apparently just arrived. He had thick curly hair, a V-shaped torso, and some real meat on his pecs and biceps. Obviously no stranger to the gym. He gave me a big smile and a "Hi there," with a few pointed glances at my crotch. Obviously he liked what he saw... or did he just recognize me from some place? My brain was fried at that point. I mumbled a "Hey there, how's it going," or something. I put some extra effort into soaping up my crotch, but it was obvious that nothing was going to rise much more this night. I gave the guy a feeble smile and headed off to get dressed. By the time I got to my room, I was mentally kicking myself. Why didn't I at least try to start a conversation? This... THIS was the guy I'd come here to meet. The kind of guy I'd like to get to know. Why did I spend myself playing with those weedy twinks? Oh well... the grass is always greener, and all of that.