Date: Sun, 9 Feb 2003 07:28:08 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bath House Virgin

Disclaimer: This story is true. It actually happened on
Saturday, February 8, 2003.

This is dedicated to all my friends in the #niftywriters chat room with
love.

BATH HOUSE VIRGIN
by RimPig (c) 2003

It doesn't happen often, but every rare 'once in a while', especially if
you go to the baths as frequently as I do, you run into someone who has
never been in a bath in their lives. Who knows what finally brings them?
The lure of abandoning themselves to their own inner desires to have
anonymous sex? The overwhelming horniness that is undeniable and sometimes
infects us all? Or perhaps just being bored and tired of the bars and all
the games played there with no action resulting from the time and money
spent. Whatever it is, eventually they are drawn to my favorite place in
the world - a gay bath house.

This particular one has been in business now for twenty-five years and I am
proud to say that I was there the night of the grand opening. It is called
the Clubhouse II and is on East Oakland Park Boulevard in Fort
Lauderdale. Anyone who wants to meet the author should consider going there
any Saturday between about 11:00 a.m. and 7:00 p.m. and you'll probably
find me - probably in Room 6 - my favorite room.

Now, why Saturday afternoon, you might ask. Why not a Friday or Saturday
night? Well...it is my experience that things tend to get started late on
those nights - far later than I want to be there.  Also that is the time
that the "attitude" crowd is there. I often wonder why they bother since
all this crowd needs is a full-length mirror for sex.  However, the real
reason is that it is crowded on those nights and, quite frankly, I have
discovered a rather unusual thing about this bath house.  When it is
crowded, there is much less chance of connecting with anybody. I know that
sounds odd, but it's true.

Mostly, I think this is because, when they are very horny, guys are a lot
like little boys. They get petulant, possessive and easily
distracted. Offer them too many choices and they tend to "freeze up". They
can't decide who to go after or rather to wait and see if something better
shows up soon. So they just stand there or walk around most of the night,
unable to make up their minds.

When the bath house is not crowded, you quickly get the picture that this
is the crowd you have to work with so you better make up your mind quick
before someone else beats you to whatever it is you want. Anyway, that's my
experience.

I always take a room. I don't like wandering the halls looking for sex and
I like the comfort of the small bed to lay on waiting to have a guy
approach my doorway. How you place yourself on the bed or in the room gives
clues as to what you want. Standard positions are rather obvious. Lay on
your stomach with you head away from the door, legs spread and you are
looking to get fucked.  Period. Lay like I do most of the time - on your
stomach, legs spread but you head towards the door and you're looking to
suck cock and get fucked or either one or both. Lay on the bed on your back
slowly stroking your hard cock in your hand and you're looking to get
sucked.

Now some guys, who just want to suck cock, will sit on the side of the bed
and wait for someone to walk in and stand in front of them as this position
puts the guy's crotch nearer the "suckee's" face. However, I tend to be a
little less subtle (Less subtle?! I'm about as subtle as a sledge- hammer
in the mouth!) because I want to do a lot more than just suck cock. I want
him to lay back on the bed on his back with his legs in the air while I sit
on the floor, my legs under the bed, and feast on his butt-hole! I also, if
it's the right guy, want to either drink or be covered in his piss. (For
those of you who've read my other stories, you might have some idea of how
into piss I am.) So I literally kneel on the floor next to the bed facing
the door. When a guy comes by that I'd like to do and looks into my room, I
open my mouth and stick out my tongue, showing him the warm, wet oral
cavity that is for his enjoyment. See what I mean? Subtle!

Now, on to yesterday:

I'm sitting on the bed in my room, having just sucked two guys at the same
time - well, alternating between the two - and eating their butts. It was a
great 3-way, each of us doing everything to each other. But none of us
wanted to cum right then. This is another bath house "phenomenon", having
sex but not cumming. A lot of guys can only cum once in an 8 hour period
(the amount of time you get in the bath before you either have to pay again
or leave) and so they have sex with several people, stopping just before
they cum so that they can intensify and prolong the experience. That's ok
with me most of the time. However, I can cum 3 to 4 times during that
period so I don't usually hold back cumming. I did this time because I had
literally just gotten there and these guys followed me from the
shower. Since I'd been there less than 15 minutes, I didn't want to cum the
first time so soon.

So I'm sitting on the bed relaxing after these two and I see this young
guy, early 20's. We get some of those sometimes but mostly this is a bath
house for guys 30 and over. Sometimes WAY over. But since I like older
guys, that's fine with me. Older guys? Fuck! Who am I kidding here? I like
younger, older, tall, short, fat, thin, in-shape, outa-shape - in other
words, as one of my friends put it, my "type" is "Male and Breathing"! He
isn't far wrong.

So I see this young guy passing by my room several times and looking
in. Looking? He was fuckin' staring holes through me! He was interested but
that doesn't always mean that he'll screw up the courage to come in. I'm
sitting there having cigarette and just watching the flow of "traffic"
outside my door. This young guy goes past about 8 or 9 times - always
staring - but doesn't slow down. Now most of the time, if somebody is
smoking a cigarette, this means they are taking a break and not interested
in any 'fun' for the time being. So I figured I'd put the cigarette out and
see what he does.

What he does is - the next time he passes my open doorway and sees that I'm
not smoking but just sitting there idly stroking my hard cock, he makes a
bee-line for my door and walks in about 3 feet. Nor far enough in to touch,
but far enough in to be in the room. He says, "Hi" and with the tremble in
his voice and the way his eyes are darting everywhere, I can tell he is
scared to death!  Well, horny and scared to death which can be an
interesting combination.

"Hello, yourself. How are you?" I ask him.

I'm taking this slow, don't want to scare him and have him bolt off. Kind
of like hunting.

"Ok, how are you?" he says.

"Horny." I say.

Let's cut to the chase. Does he want to or not.

"Yeah. Me, too." he says with a shy grin.

Oh, yes! This is a hot one! He's about 6 feet tall, dirty blond hair cut
very short, not a great body but a smooth one. Nice smile. And he's
breathing - heavily! Yep! My type!

"So what are you looking for?" I ask.

"What are you looking for?" he asks.

Ahh. Doesn't want to commit himself. I understand. However, the answer to
this question from a guy, at least where I'm concerned, can be a very
dangerous one. If I give them the entire list of what I'm into they usually
stand there looking like a deer caught in headlights! They can't make a
choice from the smorgasbord I give them. So I decide, since this one is
young and nervous, to answer in a different way.

"A man." I say, simply.

That stuns him. He's expecting a list of possible sexual positions and
that's not what I give him.

"Oh..." he says like he's thinking about whether or not he fits that
description.

"Now, if you want to know what I'm into sexually - I like to suck cock, eat
ass, get fucked." I said.

He's so nervous, I leave out the watersports figuring he can't handle that
at this point.

"Oh..." he said again, I guess considering the options.

"What I really love is giving a man pleasure, any way I can." I say,
lowering my voice purposely.

"I'm your man!" he says very quickly.

Oh, yeah! He's hooked! And eager as hell! That's why I like nervous ones -
those nerves often turn into eagerness.

"So I take it that you liked something on my list?" I asked.

"Well...I don't usually fuck, but the other two are great!" he said as
eager as a puppy (if a puppy could talk, that is.)

"Ok, then close the door. I don't like giving 'performances' - do you?" I
asked.

"No!" he said as he quickly closed and locked the door to my room.

There are some guys who like to be exhibitionists and leave the door
open. Sometimes I can get into that. I love having an audience when some
guy is pounding my butt with his cock. But too often people you don't want
try to insinuate themselves into the situation rather than just watching
so, for the most part, I like my sex with the door closed and no audience.

I pulled on my kneepads. (Kneepads??!! I hear you say. Yes, kneepads. Soft,
fabric covered foam kneepads often used to play basketball. The floors are
hard and I'm on my knees for long periods of times sometimes so I want to
be comfortable! Sex shouldn't hurt! To my mind, if sex hurts - you're doing
it wrong!) He watches me pull them on and then I get down on my knees in
front of him, pull off his towel (which is all he's wearing) and take his
soft cock in my mouth. I love getting a man hard in my mouth. I love to see
how quickly I can take him from soft to fully hard with the actions of my
mouth and tongue. I also love to hear the first moans of pleasure as the
blood flows into his cock and it becomes more and more sensitive.

He starts groaning and running his hands all over my head, my chest, my
back - anywhere he can reach. I love this! (A word to any of you - show
your appreciation to the guy sucking your cock physically! Touch him,
caress him. You'll be shocked at the quality of oral sex you'll get in
return!) I'm touching him everywhere as well. Stroking his balls, running
my hands over his butt, down the back of his legs, his inner thighs, and up
to his chest and nipples - as far as my arms and hands can reach.

He's leaning over me finally and feeling in my butt-crack which I eagerly
stick out for him. Maybe he's had second thoughts about fucking me? He also
reaches down and plays with my cock. This is getting very interesting. He
want "mutuality" in his sex. Well, that's just fine with me. I let his cock
pop out of my mouth and turn him with my hands on his hip. I lick a trail
around his body from his groin, across his hips and over his beautiful butt
mound until my nose is in his ass-crack.  Mmmm. The scent of warm, young,
horny male ass! There is nothing better! I part his buns and bury my face
in his butt. He's about to find out just why they call me RimPig!

I drag my tongue through his trench tasting him. He's had a shower sometime
recently but the nervousness has cause lots of sweat and the horniness has
caused that wonderful scent and taste that the sweat glands in the ass can
manufacture. I am a total pig where these scents and tastes are
concerned. I could happily suck on this boy's butt for the next
millennium. He crawls slowly up onto the bed, not wanting me to lose
contact with his wrinkled pucker but wanting to get into a position that
give me even more access to his butt. I continue to lick and gently suck at
his hole and he moans long and loud at the action. I feel him playing with
his cock and move my hand under him, pushing his hand away with my own. I
don't want him cumming too soon! I want this to last. I slowly stroke his
cock and balls while I continue to feast at his hole and he continues to
moan and move his ass back and forth, sometimes not being able to take the
intensity of the feelings I'm creating in him. His hole is a very tight. If
he's ever been fucked, it wasn't often and it wasn't recently. I can barely
insert the tip of my tongue inside him, no matter how hard I suck on his
hole or lick against it with the flat of my raspy tongue.

After a while, I pull my face out of his ass. He turns and slides down off
the bed onto the floor.  The next thing I know, his mouth is at my ass and
he's licking just the very top of my crack. I can tell he's into the scent
of ass as well because he licks tentatively and then takes a deep breath,
his nose pressed to my crack, and then licks again. I bend down to give him
fuller access and feel him licking deeper into my trench. He finally finds
my hole and begins to very gently lick it. Ahh!  Another Ass Lover! Just my
kind of guy!

Now, I have to admit, I don't usually like guys to rim me. Not because I
don't like to be rimmed, but because most of them are no damned good at it!
But this boy's gently licking of the lips of my ass is driving me fucking
nuts! I look back and there he is, laid out on the floor on his back,
pounding his pud while his face and tongue are buried in my butt. It is one
of the hottest sights I've seen in a very long time. I don't want him to
stop, but I don't want him to cum yet, either.

"There is a bed, you know. We'd be a lot more comfortable up there." I say
to him.

He pulls his head from under my ass, kind of like a mechanic sliding out
from under a car.

"Well, you started out down here." he grins.

"That was because I like to suck a guy on my knees. We can get on the bed
now." I smiled back.

Fitting actions to words, I got onto the bed and lay down on my stomach,
spreading my legs so he can go back to licking my butt. He does for a short
time but then rises up and over me and begins to fuck his hard cock between
the cheeks of my butt, rubbing it up and down the trench. This reminds me
of my teen years in Military School where this was the way guys would fuck
me. It felt incredibly good! His cock just brushed the lips of my hole and
I tingled from the feelings. He would fuck me for a while this way, and
then drop back and lick my ass some more. He went back and forth this way
for a long time and then finally I could hear from his breathing and his
moans, that he was close to climax.

"Can I cum on you?" he asked.

How sweet! Asking permission! Especially asking permission for something I
want!

"Of course you can. You can cum on me or in me, your choice." I said
tenderly.

Evidently there was no choice for, no more had I said this, and I heard the
plaintive grunts as he reached his climax and felt streams of hot cum fall
in stripes across my back, clear to my shoulder.  By the time he finished,
my entire back and butt were covered with the warm, slick essence of his
manhood.

He sat back on his heels and then grabbed his towel.

"Lemme clean you up." he said softly and then very gently wiped all his cum
from my body.

I turned and smiled at him.

"So, what's your name?" I asked.

"Eric." he said. "Yours?"

"Bobby." I said. "So, you from here?"

We get a lot of tourists in Fort Lauderdale this time of year so I thought
he might be one of those.  >From someplace where they didn't have bath
houses. Sorry! I could NEVER live somewhere like that!

"I'm from here, Lauderdale." he smiled, knowing what I was asking.

"Do you come here a lot?" I asked.

He smiled sheepishly at me.

"I've never been here before. Never been to a bath before. Some of the
'protocol' is confusing" he said.

I explained to him the positions that guys lay in and what they usually
mean. I also told him that I come there a lot but that I'm always there on
Saturdays.

"Saturdays, huh? Always?" he asked.

"Always. Unless I'm out of town which isn't often." I told him.

"You'll be here next week?" he asked.

"As usual." I smiled.

"I'll be here." he said emphatically.

He then paid me the highest compliment one male can pay another.

"I'm gonna go now. I know I can't top being with you so I'm gonna go home."
he said earnestly.

"Thank you." I said. "I really loved being with you. So I did give you
pleasure, like I said I wanted to?" I smiled.

"Oh, YEAH!" he enthused and grinned.

I got up off the bed and we hugged. And then he put on his towel and left.

I sat on the bed thinking to myself how nice it had been and, even though I
had not gotten off, how satisfying it was to give this young male such
pleasure. And how maybe I ought to write this encounter for all of you to
share.

Some people have asked me "Why do you like the baths so much?". Next
question!

The End of BATH HOUSE VIRGIN

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