I got an e-mail from
Juan (the bottom who loves to get his ass loaded and then share it with me) in
the middle of October. He had stopped by
the playroom the month before where I’d stuck a devil’s dick of my frozen cum
up him—then topped it off with a freshly made batch of swimmers. He wrote he was
looking to get out of town for Halloween.
So was I. He didn’t want to stay
in Chicago, which would have been my first choice. We settled on an equal drive for both of us—Indianapolis. We agreed we’d go out to the bathhouse
together on Halloween. Then the next
night we’d throw a gangbang in the motel.
I got to work on the ad for BBRT.
I arrived first on
that Thursday. I had reserved a room with
two beds so I traveled without the sling or any of the fuck furniture. I’d unpacked and got online to chat with potential
breeders for Juan, while writing a blog post.
Juan arrived late and headed right into his cleaning routine. It took him longer than usual, but a squeaky clean
Juan and I hit the bathhouse just before midnight on Halloween night. We got a small basket of treats from the
receptionist as we checked in. We went
to our rooms to change, agreeing to meet in the common dark area, in search of
the treats we really wanted…
The whole place is darker than usual. It’s Blackout Night. As I tour the place I realize I can see—but
just. Except for the steam room which is
so black you don’t dare move. I get out
of there fast. I make my way into the
dark room. It used to have a sling in
the space, but now there are just a couple of benches against the wall. I push through the curtains. The place is packed. So packed I stand still after taking about three
steps into the space.
The sounds make my cock stiffen. There are the unmistakable sounds of sloppy blow
jobs, of guys groaning, or an occasional swat on a fleshy ass. I have hands on my chest, my ass, and my
distending jock. I move carefully around
so my back is against the wall. A
faceless guy has my cock out and is trying to take it to the root. A guy is twisting my right nipple. I feel a guy push the cock sucker to one
side, so the new one can lick my balls.
My eyes are adjusting to the lack of light. It’s an older man on my nipple. It’s a very young man on my balls and a leather-harnessed-40-something
on my cock. The sound of fucking is now
louder than anything else. I look in
that direction. It’s Juan, of course,
bent over and holding onto one of the benches.
A big bear of a man is pumping away into Juan’s gorgeous, upturned ass. The two kneeling in front of me, now share my
cock. The youngest man has too many
teeth involved in working my dick, so I hold the harnessed guy in place and
begin to fuck his throat. He opens with
a grunt and I can fuck five deep strokes before he gags. I let him up for air, wondering if he wants
more. He gives me a pleading look from
down there between my boots. I slap his
face with my stiffened cock. I plunge
back in. He’s good. He takes me a little longer this time before I
let him pull off, gasping for air.
A tall man pulls my cocksucker onto his own dick. I take the opportunity to move towards
Juan. The Bear thinks I must be his
Daddy. He pulls out. I push right into Juan’s wet hole. The Bear and I take turns on him. We both love showing off to the men who form
a ring around us.
“I want some of that dick, Sir.” It’s the Harnessed Sub. He bends over right next to Juan. I pull out of Juan and push into the
proffered ass. The Bear goes back up
Juan. I am pumping hard into the Sub. The Bear matches my rhythm. At one point the Sub pull off me. He’s not done, no; he just wants to taste his
ass on my cock. He slurps my cock
loudly, then spins back around and impales himself back on me. I look at the Bear. I point to the ass in front of me, inquiring
mutely if he wants to switch asses. He
slows, but instead asks Juan to go fuck in his room. I whack the boy on his ass and fuck him
harder. He cleans me again when I
finally pull out. I go to the drinking
fountain in the main hallway. The Sub
follows.
“Please Sir, I drink piss, too.” He’s kneeling behind me when I straighten up
from the fountain. Music to my ears. I push into his mouth. I let him suckle a piss stream right
there. I love the suction of his sucking
and swallowing. When I’m done, he thanks
me and promises to find me later. I
never see him again.
***
An hour later. I can’t
find Juan. I can only guess he’s having
fun in a room somewhere with the door shut.
I’ve had random guys on my dick.
I have ventured (slowly) into the steam room and given a little head to
someone I couldn’t see at all. I go back
into the dark area. It seems pretty
deserted. No, I’m wrong. There is shape I can just make out on the
bench across from me. We both stroke in
silence.
The man gets up and moves to me. Once he’s closer, I can make out a tall,
fairly buff man. His towel is on his
shoulder. A bigger than average dick is
pointing straight at me. I take it into
my mouth. He lets me work the head and
the piss slit before my lips work down the shaft. He groans.
My hands find his generous, smooth ass cheeks. I knead them as I suck.
He pulls me off and kneels in front of me. He swallows my cock. I play with his dark hair. Eventually, my hand trails down his back to
his ass. I really want to fuck this
beauty. He pulls off as soon as my
finger grazes his pucker. “I don’t get
fucked,” he tells me.
“Can I eat it?”
He doesn’t answer. He
just stands up and puts one foot up on the bench next to me. I get on the floor and bury my face in his
ass crack. I get in deep and hard with
my tongue. He’s stroking like
crazy.
“Oh, God that’s good.
Eat my hole.”
I do. I pull the
cheeks apart again. I slurp and spit.
Eventually his cock is back in my mouth. The man takes my hand and puts it right on
his pucker. I worm my index finger in—deeper
and deeper. The man groans. I wonder if I’m going to fuck him after all.
There is a sound at the door. The man shoots down my throat. He has pulled away from me and has the towel
around himself before the new man stumbles on us in the dark.
***
There is still no sign of Juan. I am prowling the corridors. An open door reveals a man jerking to the
porn on his in room television. He is
perhaps 35, dark haired and has a little extra weight on his big frame. He invites me in. I have seen no one else around. I go in.
He seems to want a blowjob. I
comply. He tells me he’s a top—and to swallow
that big dick. It is six inches, if
that.
“You’re really good,” he tells me. “I fuck guys with my big
stick all the time.”
“Then I bet your ass doesn’t get much attention.”
“H’mmm?”
“You know—those bottom guys don’t eat ass very often, do
they?”
“No…”
“Stand up and bend over.”
He does, his chest resting on the single bed frame. I squat on the floor and bury my face in the
wide cleft between his cheeks. My tongue
finds his pucker. It gives way easily
against my invading tongue.
“You do that really well,” he pants. “It looks like you really like eating my ass,”
he continues, referring to my rock hard dick.
I grunt assent.
“Put it up against my hole for a minute.” I do.
He pushes back. “Oh, my God! I’ve never been fucked. And you are so big.” He is taking me way too easily for that
statement to be true. “Oh God, fuck me
with that thing.”
I do.
Then his deception continues. “I’ve never ridden a cock. Can we try that?”
“Sure.” I lie down on
the bed. His ass swallows me up instantly. He bounces on me, jerking furiously.
In no time, he’s shooting all over my chest. “Fuck, yes!
Fuck me with that raw cock. Cum
in my ass. Fill me up. ARGH!”
He pulls off me very fast.
“Wow, that’s a first.”
I smile. I have not
shot at all.
“Wow,” he says again.
“You made me do things I’ve never done before.”
I just nod. Whatever
story he needs to tell himself is fine with me.
***
Juan and I connect immediately in the dark area. I ask how his night was.
“I was always busy,” he shrugs. “But I didn’t get a single load.”
I can’t believe it.
He’s the one guy I know who can milk a load out of a stone. “Let’s fix that and go home.”
Juan agrees and bends over.
A guy wanders in and jerks as he watches us fuck.
I shoot—with the load I’ve been working on for the last two
and half hours. Juan clenches and milks. I clean up his hole with my tongue.
“Hey,” the guy watching us says, “You guys are real whores.”
We can’t help but laugh.
Which bathhouse? Wish I had been there. Really!
ReplyDeleteI have been to both bookstores in Indy. We decided to go to the Club.
ReplyDeleteOr rather, bathhouses in Indy.
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