Date: Thu, 8 Oct 2009 19:41:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sting Delray <stingdelray@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bathhouse Encounters 2

Advisory: If you don't like stories involving people of colour with
Caucasian (white people) then read no further. By the way if you do have
problems with people of colour, get over it! Ignorance is behind
racism. There is no such thing as a superior race.

If you've ever been to Steam 1 Bathhouse (sauna for our Brit friends) in
New Westminster, BC and have gone during weekdays you've met Roger. Roger
is the first employee you meet as you check in. He never looks terribly
happy. I often wonder if he's partnered and can't help but think he needs
someone.

Roger never usually says very much to anyone. It's strictly business with
him. In fact, men if you go there he's the towel Nazi. Don't walk around
naked or he'll tell you to cover up. Perhaps he is too tempted by all the
sausage right under his nose. So near and yet so far. Other employees of
Steam 1 are more than willing to get down and dirty with the clients. On my
last visit to Steam 1 I was fortunate enough to talk with Roger under the
spray of his shower as he washed his body, especially his cock and
balls. That was the closest I've ever seen him get to being friendly with
the clients. It was sort of hot and so is he.

I brought up Roger because part of his routine is to shower before leaving
work. Sometimes he even goes in the steam room. You may think, big deal. If
you go there you need to check out Roger's package. He never gets in full
bloom but trust me that boy has got a major slab of meat between his
legs. But I digress.

The following is one of many experiences that I want to write about that
occurred at Steam 1. There are many more experiences due to my insatiable
appetite for men and they will eventually evolve into story form.

Jaz first caught my attention in the shower area. There are 3 showers in an
open area that has a flat screen TV to view porn while showering. Jaz
sauntered in the shower area with the confidence of a man who knew what he
wanted, an alpha type of male. He stood in the shower next to mine and
turned it on. While the water was spraying into his face I took the
opportunity to check this hunk out. He was on of those kind of guys that
instantly sends a tingle up your cock, similar to Chris Matthews tingle,
only up his leg or so says it was just his leg, when he listens to the
messiah Barack Obama speak (heavy, heavy sarcasm here guys). He turned me
on big time!

Jaz oozed a masculinity and a magnetism that only a few men truly
possess. God had blessed him with a rugged face that a model would kill
for. Being of Indian decent (from India [Sikh] not native) his skin was
brown. His eyes were so dark they almost looked black. He stood about 5'
11", 165 lbs (almost 12 stone for you Brits), his body was almost without
fat, being muscled in all the right places. His chest was 42", 18" biceps
and 32" waist. Measurements don't adequately give the picture here. This
man's body seemed almost sculpted. From head to toe he was a man of the
utmost masculine beauty. By the way his uncut cock wasn't all that
impressive but later I would see the transformation that occurred with his
junk. His fuzzy balls were huge as they hung well below his 4" flaccid
cock.

Being a bit of a size queen myself what appeared to be his average
endowment just put him on my list of possibilities to take for a spin on my
own personal sexcapade while at Steam 1. There were many possibilities for
satisfying my ravenous appetite for men.

New impressions were being formed in the steam room. Jaz was aggressively
approaching men pointing his cock in their faces. This guy was obviously
new to the bathhouse scene and was a stranger to bathhouse etiquette
(hehehe as if there is any). Of course most men were not about to take to
this approach too well plus I think some racial bias was occurring too. Jaz
was obviously horny and needed to deal with the burning in his balls. His
cock had plumped considerably as he went about the steam room with no
takers to his advances. Then he sat down beside me, and put his arm around
me, his arm touching my back. I enjoy the experience of another man's touch
when sitting in the steam room so it didn't bother me at all and I wasn't
in the least intimidated by him.

Jaz turned and asked me, "How are you doing?" (in broken but understandable
English)

We continued to banter a bit about with small talk. With his other hand he
was stroking his now sizable man meat which must have been about 8" x 5"
with foreskin retracted almost behind his cock head.

It didn't take long and he asked, "would you suck my cock?

Like the others it just seemed a little too pushy to me.

I replied to him, "Maybe later."

Halfway intending to carry through with what I was saying. But somehow this
guy really turned me on.

Jaz seemed to take my words to heart in the affirmative and said, "I'll be
back."

I exited the steam room, went to my room, cooled off and returned to the
steam room within about 30 minutes. The steam room was an area is where a
lot of one-on-one and group sex occurs so it's a place I enjoy. I saw Jaz
out in the hallway and again I was struck by the masculine beauty of this
man, as he smiled at me with just a winning grin, revealing his beautiful
teeth, dimples and eyes that seemed to sparkle. (By the way Roger had
already nailed Jaz for walking around naked without a towel. He had nothing
to be ashamed about. In fact, he loved to flaunt it.) I hadn't even been
seated in the steam room and the door opened. It was Jaz. Immediately he
found where I was seated. He walked over toward me as if on a mission with
his heavy lumbering cock and full low hanging balls swaying back and forth
hitting his legs. The steam room was almost empty. He sat down right beside
me, his side, hip and legs touching mine and again he put his arm around
me,
 squeezing me. Fuck, I thought. This is turning me on. Then he leaned over
with his thick pouting lips and kissed me tenderly. We remained kissing
passionately for a good ten minutes. Man it was getting hot in there. I
needed a break from the heat and so did Jaz. As we broke our embrace I
couldn't help noticing the serpent like cock of Jaz's sticking straight up
from his crotch. I couldn't believe my eyes because it looked even thicker
than earlier.

Jaz and I continued our foreplay in the showers. At first we let the water
cascade over our bodies to cool us off as we turned to watch two men
fucking on the flat screen in front of us.

He turned to me thinking the bond that we enjoyed while kissing had won him
some points and asked, "Would you let me him fuck you later?"

Being a 90% top myself my reply was a predetermined, immediate and firm,
"No!"

Though I was attracted him I sensed he was extremely horny, meaning to me
that he would rip me a man cunt like no other man had done prior to him. He
nicely accepted my refusal well telling me that his wife didn't like when
he fucked her because she said he was too big. Really??? He told me she
screamed every time he would enter her. By the time they were finished
having sex though she'd be sopping wet but was shaking from the pounding he
had given her. The bottom line was Jaz was not getting enough so he came to
Steam 1 for some attention from men. Based on his score card that night he
was zero for ten. There were no takers for what this boy was selling.

Showering with Jaz I was able to more fully explore his body and he
mine. First of all we soaped up and washed our each other's body. We
focused on the chest, then to cock and legs, then back and ass. Washing
Jaz's cock and ass will forever be seared in my mind as one of the most
erotic sensual experiences of my life.

Soaping up his cock gave me an up close and personal touch that I hadn't
experienced to date. By this time he wasn't rock hard anymore but his cock
was still thick and long. To refer to it as a column of human flesh would
be an understatement because though soft and silky to touch, it was so
thick my hand could barely go around it. With my touch it filled again with
blood; it was surging, becoming as hard as steal and heavy.

When we he turned around for me to wash his back and ass I focused
especially on the two magnificent, well rounded glutes before my eyes. They
were well muscled assets to this man's beauty. As I worked my way into the
dark cavern of Jaz's ass crack his dusting of black hair and tight pucker
welcomed my touch as indicated when Jaz moved his hands on his ass and
separated his cheeks in order to give me greater access. First my hand
washed his ass crack then my finger focused on his pucker. I rotated my
finger in a circular motion on his pucker making him moan. He didn't want
me to insert my finger so I assumed he thought it was an assault on his
masculinity and I continued to massage his man hole. The results showed in
his cock as his it surged, grew longer and thicker as it rose to full
salute. These results proved to me that Jaz was not a 100% top as he
thought. He needed to open himself to the possibility of being fucked and
the sensations it
 offered.

Jaz reciprocated in washing me. His passion was evident in his sensual
touch and massage as he washed me from head to toe. When he got to my ass
and pucker his horniness was clear. Following my lead he massaged my pucker
making me weak in the knees. For a moment I was reconsidering his request
to fuck me. He was making me crazy with lust as one, then two very thick
fingers, worked their magic on my pucker. Jaz was determined to take this
to another level. Picking up that was I acting like a wanton slut he
inserted one finger inside me. Sure it was only a finger but it was one
fucking thick finger. Some men's cocks are as big as his finger. Once the
shock and pain wore off the waves of pleasure began. Keep in mind we're in
an open shower. As our love making continued more and more men came near to
watch us. Most were stroking their cocks. The area was almost full of men
when we realized we needed to move on.

Moving out of the immediate area we shifted just beyond the partial wall
separating the shower area from the steam room and sinks. Jaz grabbed me
and pressed me closely to his hairy chest. His nips were rock hard
protruding proudly out on his chest stimulating my nips with his touch. He
bent his head and kissed me softly. Though I was getting caught up in the
waves of passion from his kisses I couldn't help but think about the log
that throbbed between us. Man his fucker was thick and long, a real ass
splitter.

Like a lamb to the slaughter Jaz led me by the hand into the stream room. I
sat down on the lower level of the seating area and Jaz stood before me. He
lean down and kissed me inserting his tongue into my mouth. I grabbed his
cock which felt as hard as steel. He broke the kiss and moved closer to my
mouth placing his hands on my head. I licked the tip of his cock savoring
the taste of his precum which was a steady flow. He enjoyed the sensations
that my tongue gave his piss hole and the head of his cock. It didn't seem
possible but his cock surged thicker. I plunged down on his cock as far as
I could which was only 3". This stimulation made his cock throb and thicken
even more. My jaw made an audible crack noise as my jaw expanded to
accommodate this over sized load in my mouth. Eventually my mouth could
only get as far as his cock head. His cock had thickened to over 8" which
meant that he had a chode (a cock that is thicker than it is long). Only
 a few men could take this much manhood in their mouth. His cock dribbled
precum with a volume that some men produce when they cum.

Jaz was in heaven as the sensations produced in his cock made the synapses
in his brain go into overload. Again the noises he made attracted
attention. When we entered the steam room we were the only occupants. Now
there was a growing audience. There were spin offs in this pleasure palace
as men began to connect and suck and kiss one another. Some just stood and
watched us or other as they beat their cocks.

As we entered the fever pitch of this passion between Jaz and I moans and
groans filled the steam room. Jaz was almost howling at times as he
approached his climax. Then it happened.

Jaz said, "I'm going to cum. Should I pull out?"

I didn't hear him correctly due to all the noises in the room so he needed
to repeat his statement.

I replied, "No, don't pull out. I want to taste your load."

The first blast was so powerful that it flew past my tongue and down my
throat. Of course my gag reflex didn't like this intrusion and I briefly
started to choked. I was determined to drink every last drop of this man's
load. I swallowed as fast as I could but some escaped out of the corner of
my mouth. I kept the tip of his cock in my mouth until he was just
dribbling his baby makers. This was one fucking hot horny dude. In the
excitement of taking his load I realized I blew mine without even touching
myself.

When I stood up Jaz had a look of satisfaction on his face. I wanted him to
taste his man juice so I kissed him inserting my tongue to give him a
special delivery. He moaned indicating that he enjoyed his juice. For
several minutes we stood rubbing our hairy chests against one another.

Eventually we made our way to the shower again. After washing we went to my
double room and sat on my bed with legs crossed talking to one another for
about a hour. For me finding a man that can communicate is icing on the
cake before or after a sexual experience. Jaz was a cabinet maker in
Burnaby, a husband and father. His libido was so strong and his sexual
outlet was so limited that he couldn't get his sexual needs met. True to
form Jaz asked me again if I'd ever let him fuck me. I told him I'd only
let him fuck me if I could fuck him too. That gave him pause and
immediately so he put up barriers. I told him that I knew he would tear me
apart, and by even saying yes, with conditions, that I was thinking with
the little head first and not the big one. But I thought with enough lube
and finger stretching who knows, right!

In this chat Jaz revealed that he was indeed a generous, kind and
thoughtful person. I wasn't sure how it would quite work but he told me
that any time I didn't want to drive back to the Fraser Valley I could stay
with him and his family. He insisted that I put his phone number in my
Blackberry right there and then. When asked how he'd explain it to his wife
he said she would welcome me. His plan was that when she fell asleep he
would slip in to bed with me.

I never did see Jaz again at Steam 1. He was going to India for three
months. When I asked him if he'd find men to have sex with there he reacted
in a horrified way indicating that in India that was an absolute taboo. He
would instead seek out hookers regularly to deal with his horniness.

Bathhouse Encounters 3 coming sometime....

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