Date: Mon, 17 Sep 2007 00:39:37 -0400 (GMT-04:00)
From: crumby2392@mypacks.net
Subject: Hot encounters of a bi married man 14: Saving the load

SAVING THE LOAD

The city it is in deserves a better bath house.  This one is in a great
neighborhood, near all the nice restaurants, theatre, clubs, whatnot.  It's
in a nice old townhouse, four floors plus a basement.

But it's sleazy.  The rooms are tiny and dark.  I think they're clean, but
I'm not sure.  The sauna is small and not very hot--one could sit there all
night without sweating.  (But maybe that's not the point.)  There's a
Jacuzzi which has never worked, and a dank steamroom that most guys
dislike.

And yet I've had some good times there.  One night I'm there just for a few
hours.  I'm leaving town, and want to delay my trip until after rush hour.
So I duck in for some quick action.

I go downstairs to the shower room, which is adequate but not well-kept.
It's not exactly a joy to scrub down in there--unless there are other guys
to provide entertainment.  And tonight there is.  A moderately good
looking, middle aged guy is sitting on one of the chairs outside, and
sucking off a muscular guy with a nice, thick cock.  They have a public,
but clearly don't mind.  They are involved in their own pleasure. That
thick cock is going in and out of the seated guy's mouth.  The muscular guy
is rolling his eyes.  The seated guy's cheeks are sucked in.  It's an
exciting show.  And because they are oblivious to the audience, it seems
like a living enactment of porn scenes we've seen and jerked to over and
over.

So I'm scrubbing up in the shower, trying not to get too hard, because a
guy is in there with me, someone who doesn't attract me.  But we are both
attracted by the view outside.  I leave the shower and go into the sauna to
dry off.  From the sauna, you can see who's in the shower, and you can see
the show outside.  But the show is about over.  Without cumming, it seems,
muscle guy pulls out, his heavy cock swaying as he walks.  He goes into the
shower.  When he comes out, he's still thick, but not hard.  Did he jerk
off while I couldn't see?  Or is he just saving the load for another time?

I hear voices.  There's not much talking in a bath house, so conversations
are remarked on.  This one is between the guy who was sucking and another
guy, whom I had noticed earlier.  The other guy was African American, and
had been sitting on another chair watching while I showered and while the
pair performed.  He wasn't fondling himself, just enjoying the view.  He
was apparently making conversation with the sucker guy, although I don't
remember what was said.  Nothing profound--and nothing stimulating, or I
would have remembered.

Then I notice the other guy's dick.  He has taken off his towel, and it's
unmistakable.  A good nine or ten inches and thick.  And soft.  "Omiggod!"
I think to myself.  "I hope he doesn't come in here.  I can't handle that.
And I don't want to reject him."

But, in fact, he does come in here.  Right into the sauna, as if he had
read my mind.  And he starts talking with me.  He asks me how long I'm
here.  I tell him, "Until the traffic clears.  Then I go home".  I wanted
to imply that I had someone waiting for me at home, and he just may have
gotten the message.

"Oh," he says, "A man with a plan."

Nice guy, and nice dick.  Easy to talk to, and he puts me at ease with his
talk.  Maybe he sees that I'm married, and wants to seduce me.  I don't
care.  Nor am I worried any more about that thing between his legs.
Nothing is going to happen anyway, probably.  When they talk, they don't
want to fuck.

He tells me that it's his birthday.  He's not doing anything in particular.
He liked the show outside.  He doesn't see much of that here.  So he's a
regular.  He's groping himself while he continues the patter.  I'm getting
hard, too.  His plan is working.  I'm at ease.  I don't need to reject him.
And I'm getting turned on.

We're quiet for a moment, and then he says, "That looks like something I
can handle."  I'm immensely flattered.  A guy with that much equipment
likes mine!

That does it.  I'm ready.  I move over to him, take his cock in my hand.
It's huge, and it's hard.  "My God," I say, "Where did you get that thing?"

Then I answer my own question.  "A birthday present, right?"  We both
laugh.  We're both at ease.  We fondle each other some more.  He pinches my
nipples, I reach for his.  His nipples are erect and large, each like the
eraser of a pencil.  We jerk each other.  I don't want to cum.  I want to
go home and have sex. But this is leading me down a path I know, and
somehow I can't stop myself.

We fondle each other.  I find him dripping and leaking, and I don't want
the fluid in my mouth.  So I lick up and down his cock, his tight balls,
his nipples.  He's licking me the same way.  Then, suddenly, he decides not
to play coy.  He takes my cock in his mouth.  I'm powerless to stop him.
It feels soooo good!  But anyone who's reading this knows that already....

I'm about to cum, so I pull out of his mouth.  Somehow I do this in time to
calm down.  I go back to licking his magnificent penis, avoiding the fluid
dripping from the head.  I go down to his balls, which are tight against
his body.  I pinch his nipples.  He groans and fondles me.  Then, overcome
once more, he swallows my cock.  Just as before, I'm in heaven.  And just
as before, I'm in agony.  I pull it out before he drives me over the cliff.

Then, the door of the sauna opens.  We are not surprised--this is a gay
bath house, after all.  But it does change the mood a bit.  In comes a
young Asian boy, not particularly good looking and not particularly well
built.  But it's a free country, and we make room for him to sit.  And
because it's a free country, we go back to pleasing each other.

Asian boy is mesmerized.  He's jerking himself.  He's reaching out and
touching my thigh, his foot, anything to be part of the action.  But
Birthday Boy and I are very involved in each other.  I notice this, and
reach over and jerk on Asian boy's cock, just to make him feel good.  I
know what it feels like to be excluded, and don't want him to have that
feeling.

But then I go back to playing with Birthday Boy, whose cock and body--and
friendly attitude--turn me on.  For a third time, he takes me in his mouth,
and for a third time I'm transfixed, helpless to do anything but enjoy his
attentions.  His tongue is insistent: "Give it to me, give it to me," it
pleads, as it anxiously runs up and down my cock, pulling the juices
forward from within my body.

Finally I can't take any more of this pleasure.  I pull myself out of his
mouth and burst, like an overripe fruit, spilling my seed all over the
bench, the sauna, Birthday Boy's smooth dark skin, even over Asian Boy's
thigh.  Birthday Boy is next, jerking himself to climax, and then Asian
Boy, his face red and puffed up.  The three races of man, all in climax.

I calm down a bit, sit around.  Asian boy leaves first, then I leave for
the shower.  Birthday Boy sits there a while.  I smile at him as I leave.
Later, as I'm dressing in the tiny locker room, I see him chatting up
another guy, a nice-looking middle aged guy with beautiful round muscles.
I silently wish him a happy birthday, button my shirt, and leave.