Turning the Tables

St Louis--February, 2012

I had dinner as soon as I’d shot and felched my load with Tad. As I finished the last of my chicken with snow peas and onions, I realized I was still horned. The thought of being just a few blocks walking distance of the bathhouse was too much of a temptation. I didn’t even try to fight it. I walked the eight blocks. There was not a room to be had. It was at the tail end of a half price room afternoon--which meant the place was packed. I got a locker. I stripped down to my jock and boots--no coverall towel for me.

The wet area is equipped with showers, a steam room, a sauna and a whirlpool. There are two wings of rooms, each in a square where guys reclined inviting all to look at either their asses, or occasionally, their cocks. Of more interest to me was a small, dark, play area with a mirrored sling, glory holes and a slurp ramp. Two television screens with non-stop porn provided the only light. From past experience, this area was either busy or dead. I hoped to crank up the heat…
　
For being sold out, there are few people in evidence as I make my first tour of the facilities. Most doors are closed. I’ve hit the changing of the guard--everyone has been there all afternoon and they are finally getting off and going home. But the play room has action. I stand at the base of the slurp ramp, watching the video. Instantly, I have a cute young Hispanic feeling up the pouch of my jock. There is a wall that gives him some privacy--not that I care. He is soon on his knees, sucking me to full hardness. And stopping every time someone enters the area--pulling away from my cock until they leave again. He eventually asks me to go back to his room, but I’m in the mood for public sex. I decline.

I make the circuit. I am stopped by a self proclaimed leather daddy. He tells me to watch for a jock strapped muscle boy--that I’d like to be in his hole. He sends me to a room close to the play area. Sure enough, a well defined Latin man is lying face down on the narrow bed. His door is open. I walk in. He doesn’t stir. I touch his hole. He still remains either aloof or passed out. I kneel and stick my tongue between his full, brown cheeks. That gets a response.

He turns. “That’s nice. Shut the door.” I do. “ I have someone coming in a minute, but you can do that for a bit.”

He gives my thin frame the once over--rather dismissively, or so it feels. I drop back down and stick my tongue up his ass. He likes it. He reaches back ands pulls his cheeks apart. I use every trick I know to get deep and make it as wet as possible. Soon he rolls away, telling me that’s enough.

“What a shame,” I say as I stand. My cock has grown to full hardness and points obscenely out of my jock. “Look what you did to me.”

His eyes are fully on my dick. Had he not noticed the basket of my jock, when he was sizing up my lack of bicep?

“Well,” he drawls. “Maybe another minute. Try this.” He gets up on all fours, turning to present his muscle butt to me. I push in. “How big is that thing?” I tell him. “I’ve taken bigger.”

“I’m sure you have.” I thrust into him again--harder than I mean to. His head hits the wall. I don’t apologize. But it does take that ‘I guess you’re good enough to fuck me’ expression off his face. I pound his hole. He is suddenly liking this. Just as abruptly, I stop--remind him that he has someone coming--and leave.

I wash my cock. Not because I have to, but because I don’t want him on me…

Several hours pass of random sex. Nothing earth shattering. But nothing unpleasant.

I make my way back to the sling room. Two men, both my age are feeling each other up in the back corner. I watch them stroke each other, towels around their necks. One is silver-haired, late 50’s with a thick weapon of a cock. The hairy, thick built bear he’s stroking, has a very regulation sized dick. They become aware of me, after I pull my cock out of my jock. I stroke. The older man gestures for me to join them. I do. They feel me up--Silver Hair stroking my cock and the bear sucking my nipples.

I drop down and take the bear’s cock in my mouth. He gasps and start pumping. I slow him down and take a turn on the bigger one. I have to really stretch open not to rake my teeth across him. But I manage. And eventually have him deep throated. Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror makes my cock drip.
Soon I have the heads of both cocks pressing into my mouth. I service one, then the other. Then both together again as they battle for who gets more of my tongue. That’s too much for the bear. He shoots. Thick ropes of semen cover my tongue and the other cock. I swallow and try to get as much as I can off the other cock. I hope he might blow too, but it’s too much for him to deal with. Silver Hair pulls out, wipes his cock down with his towel and runs for the showers. I am left in the corner on my knees.

I become aware of a bull of a black man, standing across the sling from where we were. He’s fully dressed in jeans and t-shirt. He moves towards me. I start to rise.

“Stay where you are cocksucker.” He grabs my shoulders with massive hands and pushes me back down. I could get up and leave. But I don’t. A switch has been thrown in my brain. I watch mesmerized as he unzips. He pulls out his stiffened prick. It slaps my face. “Open up.” I do. He pushes in. And begins a slow scull fuck. He holds me in place with those big hands. “Take the load I was saving for my old lady.” I make some sort of guttural noise. It makes him pump harder. I try to cope with the onslaught of cock.

“Take it!”

He blows. It dribbles out of his cock, not spurts. But it’s a lot. He holds me in place, so I have to swallow.
He pulls out with a “You were good” and leaves.

My hand brushes against my cock--and I coat the floor with my semen.