Date: Thu, 15 Sep 2016 17:19:56 -0700
From: Otis McCoy <coyotetale42@gmail.com>
Subject: Seidrman's Bathhouse

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Saul: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/110593667936

Arthur: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/110310737087

Jorge: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/110400799216

Victor: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/136732532134


My name is Saul, and I have a fourteen inch penis. Now, I know what you're
all thinking, `wow that must be awesome, he's probably so good at fucking,
I wish I had a cock that big!' because every guy I've ever told has said
that (or they've run away in fear. That too.) But let me tell you, being
hung like Odin's steed Sleipnir is not all that it's cracked up to be.

First of all, sitting on the toilet. Some hung guys complain that the tip
will hit the water when they take a dump, but they don't even know. When I
sit down to drop the kids off at the pool, the lifeguard belly flops in as
well. I have to hold my package with one hand (already something that isn't
exactly easy) just to keep it from taking a dive.

The second problem is pants. I'm a pretty beefy guy to start with. Pretty
muscular, with a little padding that creeps in around the holidays that I
burn off by April. Still, I usually have to buy pants a size bigger, just
so my junk isn't being strangled throughout the day. Even then, my bulge is
extremely obvious to anyone around me. I've had little old ladies give me
disproving looks and moving to a different seat on the subway because they
think I'm sitting there with a hardon in my pants, despite me being totally
soft.

But speaking of being soft, the third problem is erections. Guys always
assume that I'm a top, because with a tool this big, it would be a waste
not to be. And they would assume correctly. I love to top. I love feeling a
twink's anus wrapped around my hole as I pound him into next week. I love
hammering a guy into the bed, fucking him for hours. Well, I say "love",
but really I mean "loved". I haven't topped since my senior year of high
school, when my final growth spurt hit me. The root of this problem is
blood. Specifically, not having enough. I've always envied how guys with
five or six inch cocks can get so steel hard that their erections can cut
rock. But having a 14" penis means that I can never get fully hard. Hell, I
couldn't even get a full erection when I was 12", and it just got harder... i
mean more difficult... as I got bigger.

So despite being a top, it is nearly impossible for me to top. It's not
easy finding guys who are willing to take me to begin with, and even if
they can, I can't get hard enough to stay inside them. Even Viagra doesn't
help, because the problem is that there just isn't enough excess blood in
my body to get me fully hard. And because I can't get hard, I have a tough
time cumming. I have played with my cock for hours trying, and as good as
it feels I just can't bring myself over edge. The only way I've been able
to cum is by getting fucked by other men.

Don't get me wrong, there are good things about having a huge cock as well.
The looks I get when I haul it out at the urinals. The stares and gropes I
get when I go out clubbing. Just the feeling of weight in my hand as I soap
it up in the shower. But does this make up for not being able to top, or
not being able to cum? Not really.

Still, I am a man, and while I have a tough time cumming, this does not
mean I do not get horny. Usually I have to go out of my way to avoid
exposure to things that are going to make get me all horned up, because
once I am it's hard to get off. But sometimes I can't avoid it, and when I
do I need to take a trip to Seidrman's Bathhouse.

**

The doorway I pushed through was discreet enough, identified by a rainbow
symbol that looked like a sideways M. Despite the outwardly seedy
appearance of the simple door, I entered a fancy lobby, sleek and shining,
like steeping into another world. The reception area smelled faintly
sanitized, and I smiled at the young man working the front desk. He
recognized me as a regular, passing forward a fancy machine that I stuck my
hand into. A slight prick on my finger, a few minutes of waiting, and the
machine confirmed that I was drugs and disease free. The attendant waved me
through into the changing area, where I stored my clothes in a matte red
locker. The attendant popped up again, with a large black marker, which he
used to write SAUL over my heart. Grabbing a towel, but slinging it over my
shoulder, I strolled out into the first pool area.

This room was cold, and my cock, which had started a bit plump, reduced in
size. Of course, this means it was still 9" long, and all eyes were on it
as I walked through the room. Some men were leisurely paddling in the long
pools of this room, enjoying the chance to get away from their wives and
lives, and come to a place where only men were allowed (though I hear there
was another bathhouse just for women across the street). I passed through
the frigid room into the warm room. I could feel my cock growing an inch.
In here, the pools were round and tepid, and many men were lounging in the
arms of other men, casually making out or groping one another. I've always
planned on one day coming here with a boyfriend just to while away the
hours, but I'm married to the job for now. As I passed through, I saw a man
emerge from the water, sputtering, and I knew he had been sucking off his
boyfriend beneath the surface. As I approached the door way, I saw a man
get out of a pool to follow me, drawn in by the hypnotic swaying of my huge
cock.

I entered the hot room, and it was like walking into the caldera of a
volcano. There were no pools in this room, just braziers, benches, and
holes in the floor spewing steam. Along the edges were doors leading off to
private chambers, but I had no intentions of using those. I needed to get
fucked.

Through the steam I could hear muffled moans and see gyrating shapes as men
fucked other men. I found an unoccupied bench, where I lay out my towel.
Lying on my back but keeping my feet on the floor, I started playing with
my cock, hoping someone would approach me soon. I was as hard as I get, my
cock grown to its full 14", so huge that with both hands wrapped around,
inches were still sticking out. A man approached, ogling my monster cock.
"ARTHUR" was written on his furry chest. I glanced at his cock as he stood
there. Looked about five to six inches long, and very thick. His crack
looked hairy, and I longed to stick my rod inside him. Arthur knelt down to
take my cock in his mouth, and I rolled my eyes. An anaconda couldn't
deepthroat my cock, but still guys try. I slapped him with hit, hitting his
cheek with a resounding thud. He fell onto his butt, fire flashing in his
previously cheerful face. I growled at him to fuck me, and he pulled me to
the edge of the bench, lifting my thighs onto his shoulders. He wasted no
time in shoving his cock into me, and I was glad I had lubed up before
coming over. He was thicker than I anticipated for my first one, and he
stretched out my hole as he shoved in. My cock was knocking into my pecs as
he bent me in half, picking up his pace and pounding his fire plug into my
hole. The heat meant both of us were dripping with sweat within seconds,
and his happy trail was soaked with both of ours as he fucked me. The first
fucking is never amazing for me, it's to get me warmed up for the rest, and
he was certainly warming me up. He gave me a sharp slap across the face,
and I regretted bludgeoning him earlier with my own blunt instrument.
Arthur picked up the pace, before grunting and unloading inside me in a
short five minutes. I was envious. He pulled out with a plop and left me to
lie there, sweating, horned out of my mind, and ready for more.

I didn't have to wait long before another guy approached. He didn't stop
and stare. He barely even glanced at my dick. He just pushed my legs over
my head and pushed his cock in. His head popped inside and he pushed down
to the hilt in a solid motion. The name on his chest read "JORGE". Jorge
cared even less about pleasantries than Arthur did. Hell, he didn't even
look me in the eye. He stared at my pecs the entire time as he pounded me,
fucking at a medium pace and shoving in all the way with each thrust. He
was longer than Arthur, but not as thick, and I knew this cock wouldn't get
me off. It wasn't that he was too small, he was just too mechanical. Still,
the steady pace was putting me into a trance, and I didn't even notice the
next guy coming up until his cock hit me in the face.

I tried telling this mystery man that I was only hear to get fucked, not to
suck dick, but he shoved his cock into my mouth before I could speak. I
resigned myself to it; most likely he was just getting his dick wet so he
could shove it in my hole. It's not that I hated sucking dick, I feel
pretty neutral toward it. But concentrating on the meat in my mouth meant
the feelings from my ass were lessening. I couldn't even see the man
feeding me his cock. All I saw were a dangling pair of balls and a hairy
crack. He smelled clean and warm, so I figured he had just gotten out of a
pool. Since his body prevented me from getting fucked off the bench from
Jorge's thrusts, I was able to free my hands and grab his ass. It was firm
and hairy, and a finger had just started to explore his hole when I felt an
emptiness at my other end, a surprising emptiness too, since I hadn't felt
Jorge cum. The cock in my mouth withdrew and the man walked around to my
bottom half.

He was the man who had followed me from the warm room, and the name
"DASHONTE" was spelled out on his abdomen, instead of his chest, because of
the spiky winged tattoos covering his pectorals. DaShonte told me to lift
my legs up, and I grabbed them both as he pushed inside. DaShonte was
absolutely ripped, and it was obvious he had just come from the gym,
probably that new one that all the gay guys went to. He pushed in
relatively slowly, since I had already been opened up pretty good, rubbing
right against my prostate. He only fucked me with the first half of his
cock at first, tickling and nudging my man button, sending globs of precum
on their long journey from their homegland to the tip of my cock. I
realized he was trying to get me hard, and I appreciated the thought, but
it wasn't happening. I told him to fuck me hard.

He took me up on my request, beginning to long dick me. He was just a
little longer than Jorge, just a little thinner than Arthur, but his pacing
was amazing. He varied long, slow strokes with short, quick ones. When my
ass was just about to get too sore, he switched to short, slow strokes,
before pounding with long, quick ones. He was playing my ass like a
trombone, and I reached up for his bearded face to give him a deep kiss.
His muscles were all around me, and being a pretty big guy myself, it was a
marvel to feel smaller than someone. Usually I liked being the one
surrounding a guy, but I could live with this feeling of warm safeness.

DaShonte was totally focused on my pleasure, grabbing my cock and playing
with it as he started pounding harder. I was in bliss. This was going to be
the fuck that pushed me over the edge, that finally released the load I had
been building up for weeks. I would finally be able to go back to my life,
no longer sex crazed and horny. His cock was hitting all the right spots,
filling me up, pistoning in and out, deeper and deeper. In my gratitude, I
started squeezing my hole around his shaft as he withdrew, trying to hold
him inside me longer. Suddenly, DaShonte grunted. His face screwed up in
concentration, but then he gave up. With a deep exhale, he began unloading
inside me, my own cock still lying on my abdomen, unsatisfied.

His orgasm lasted a pretty minute, and though I was disappointed he had cum
too soon, I still enjoyed the twitching in my ass that went on for the next
20 seconds. He pulled out with a wet pop, and immediately knelt at the end
of the bench, taking the first three inches of my cock into his mouth. The
gesture was nice, but I excused him politely. There was only one way to
make me cum.

The next guy who approached me was a bottom, a skinny Taiwanese twink who
tried riding my cock without saying a word. I smacked him off like a bug,
sending him on his way to someone who could fuck him. Back in the day I
would've pounded him mercilessly, fucked him against a wall until he came,
screaming, without touching his cock. Now it was I who depended on anal
orgasms.

I thought the next guy was going to be a bottom as well, looking to climb
on the biggest dick he's ever seen. He was a Latino twink, scrawny and
barely 18, his hair gelled into a fauxhawk and his arms crossed across his
chest, hiding his name. I was about to wave him away, before he grabbed my
legs, pulling me off the bench onto the floor. I was surprised at such a
dominant move from such a thin kid. I got to my feet and he flipped me
around to place my hands on the bench, but not before I caught the name on
his chest: "VICTOR". Victor slapped my ass a few times with his cock as he
fingered me, pulling out some of either Arthur's or DaShonte's cum and
smearing it on my back. He was impatient as he jerked his cock to full
hardness, slapping my ass and squeezing my pecs in order to get hard. Right
before I was starting to think he was like me, he rammed his head inside
me. If this had been my first cock of the afternoon I would've screamed;
instead, I just let out a surprised yelp. He wrapped a hand over my mouth
as he stuffed his cock all the way inside, stifling a high pitched moan of
mine. He was the biggest cock I had taken all day, surprising because of
his size.

He hunched over me as he humped away, thrusting with his whole body. His
lunges were shaking my whole body, and I had to brace myself with both arms
against the bench so I didn't get knocked over. My cock swung uselessly
beneath me, as full of blood as it ever got, swollen but still soft. It
rocked like a pendulum, back and forth, as Victor continued his hurried
pounding, in and out. Precum was dripping like a faucet onto the floor,
forming a little puddle, all from Victor's brutal assault on my ass. This
kid was not going easy on me, as if I had personally offended him, and from
the way he was fucking I wondered if he was a straight guy come to
experiment, angry at the thoughts he had, burning to take out his horniness
and anger on someone who he considered a "real man".

The psychoanalysis of Victor didn't last long, as he kept on redoubling his
efforts on my ass. Occasionally he would stop completely for a second, and
I would think he was cumming, before he started right where he left off,
slamming his thick rod into my whole with no concern for my own cock, which
was still swaying untouched beneath us both. The feelings that had begun
radiating from deep within my hole when DaShonte was fucking me had finally
reached the base of my cock, and a steady, pleasurable tingle was vibrating
in my balls. I knew I was about to cum, about to find my sweet release, and
as sadistic as Victor's fuck was, I hoped he would still let me cum.

I could tell Victor was close. He was pulling all the way out, pausing,
before shoving in all the way to the base. The brief feelings of emptiness
and longing emphasized the fullness and satisfaction I felt as he shoved
back into me. And finally, as he shoved his thick cock into me, I could
feel it happening. I was about to cum.

My orgasms have always taken a while. The first flood of endorphins hitting
my body wiped my mind totally of what was going on. I began clenching on
his hole and shaking, my muscular body caught in the throes of orgasm. My
pelvic floor muscles were strangling his cock as they did their best to
force all the cum out of my balls and through the impossibly long chute
that was my cock. My elbows buckled, and I found my cheek pressed against
the musty wood of the bench, my towel fallen to the floor. Glancing under
me, I saw my huge equipment, totally untouched, spewing out shot after shot
of cum that splattered on the tiles. The horniness drained from my body,
and I was finally done.

But Victor wasn't. Though I thought he was toward the end, he continued
thrusting. He must've been straight, since he was unaccustomed with the
rule of "when the bottom cums, the fun is done". The feeling in my ass was
starting to get uncomfortable, at it took him a further five minutes to
cum, unloading deep in my ass, his load mixing with the other two men
before him. I was exhausted, and relieved when he finished. He pulled out
and left without a word, only wiping his cock on my back as a way to say
thanks.

I snatched up the towel from the ground, wrapping it around my waist to
signal I was out of business. Even so, it bulged obscenely outward,
catching more and more glances as I walked out. Usually after I finished,
my cock would deflate at least a little bit, but it wasn't going down. Damn
Victor had kept on fucking me, had started getting me hard again before he
shot. Usually the thought of stranger's loads mixing inside me was a turn
off after I had cum (I am a top, after all), but now they were turning me
on a bit. My cock gave a twitch underneath the towel, almost knocking it
off. Fuck, I thought to myself. I'm going to be back here earlier than I
thought.


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