Sex Vacation: A Night at the Baths

London, Ontario—December, 2017

My weekend sex vacation was here.  I wanted to treat myself after the long weeks of worry in New Jersey.  I planned to attend two sex parties (one with porn stars), hit a bathhouse on the way in and maybe a bookstore on the way home.  I was getting out of Michigan—and headed back to Toronto.  I got a slightly later start than I planned.  It was dark as I pulled into my motel on the outskirts of London, Ontario.  I knew the bathhouse in town had changed hands.  Gone were the days of it being open 24 hours a day.  It closed at midnight now, every day of the week.  But I could get there by 8pm and have 4 hours of play.  I ate lightly—and took off.

I get a locker.  I have no desire to hide in a room.  I strip down to my worn, discolored jock.  I put my boots back on and toss the towel over my shoulder.  There are more people here than I expect.  From the men I pass on the way to the wet area, I am younger than the average age.  I sit alone in the sauna a moment and soak in the heat.  When it’s cold outside, there is little better than soaking up the warmth and cedar smell of a sauna.  Just as I break a sweat, I go out, passing the unused hot tub and showers.  I find my way into a dark room.

Three bears are at play.  One is on his knees, going back and forth between the other two dicks.  I watch a moment.  The men become aware they have an audience.  The thought sends them over the edge.  One explodes in the sucker’s mouth—the other man does the same all over the sucker’s face.  They wrap their towels around their thick waist lines and leave.  My cock is plumping nicely in my stretched out jockstrap.

I wander the two aisles of rooms.  Most are closed—and empty.  The men have congregated in the video room and the adjoining, bigger dark area at the end of the main hall.

There is a padded 8 x8 platform, big enough to hold four big men in the video room.  A couch and a chair line the two side walls.  The platform is a mass of twisting bodies—sucking cocks and fingering holes.  I sit on the couch and watch for a moment.  A thick set man walks through the door.  His head is shaved.  His nose looks like it has been flattened in a bar fight.  A jungle of dark fur crawls across his chest and gut—contrasting with the whiteness of the large towel cinched around his waist.  He stands for a moment looking at me.  Then he raises the bottom edge of his towel.  It’s like a curtain going up— revealing a beer can of a dick.  A heavy piece of cock meat, with the thickest foreskin I have ever seen.  He walks over to me and sits on the other end of the couch.  He’s sure I’ve been reeled in.  And I have.  I slide off the couch and crawl between his legs.  His cock is hard—I couldn’t tell before—pointing straight down.  I can barely take him in my mouth—but I manage.  He grunts his appreciation.  My hand has to work the foreskin back—it’s not moving any other way.  Once my tongue connects with his cock head, he jerks as though electrified.  His breathing starts to increase.  He shakes in the throes of orgasm.  Not a drop of juice has come out of his dick.  He stops me.  And thanks me profusely.

I wander to the dark area next door.  There are shadowy figures standing against the wall.  I go behind a partition and sit at the gloryhole.  Instantly a man sticks his short dick through the hole.  He sighs as I swallow him down.  He fucks my face for a moment.  And only for a moment.  He gives me a thick load.  He pulls out and another, longer dick pushes between my lips.  He is a serious face fucker.  I have to stay still or he’ll hurt me.  He is pre-cumming down my throat like crazy.  The slurping sound grows louder, making me terrifically hard.

But it’s too much.  I have to pull off him.  I catch my breath.  I go around the partition and get right back on my knees.  I can control the angle now.  He grunts his pleasure and soon gives me another load.

*****

It’s now 10 pm.  A number of younger men are beginning to arrive.  On that padded platform, I have extended mutual oral sex with a young man who makes sure to tell me he’s only here because his girlfriend is being a bitch.  He makes this statement, holding my rock hard cock in his fist and punctuates it by sucking me down to the root.

*****

In the sauna, a hot bear and I exchange blowjobs.  We keep alternating the sucking until we both can’t stand the heat and take a break. I tour the halls again.  A door near the bigger dark room is open.  Inside are two guys in their late 30’s.  Another man my age is standing and stroking to the fucking.  The top is slightly younger and the bottom is talking constantly about the bare cock that is filling his hole.

I go in.

“Do you want to fuck him?” the top asks the first guy in the room.

The Stroker goes to it, as soon as the top pulls out.  The top turns and sees me.  “Whoa.  Look at this one,” he tells the bottom.  It’s impossible for the bottom to turn, getting railed as he is by the daddy in his ass.  “Go feed him your dick,” the top tells me.

I step up on the bed do what I’m told.

“Jeez…” The bottom starts to say more, but I cut off any further utterance by sticking my dick in his mouth.  He sucks me happily—dicks filling both his holes.  The Stroker likes the look of the spit roast, too.  He pulls out before he cums, saying he’ll be back to load him later.

“Get that thing in my ass,” the bottom crows.

I get off the bed.  I spend long minutes eating the sloppy hole.  He is a natural luber.  There might even be a load in him.  I ask.  He confirms it, rather sheepishly.  I tell him to be proud.  And try to push my tongue in deeper.

I finally stick my cock in an ass.  And a super wet one at that.  It’s great.  I plow him hard and deep.  He grunts and groans and asks for his bud to fuck his face.  He is spit roasted again.

I let his pal go back up his ass.

Then it’s my turn again.  I go in.  I am so close to fucking a load deep in his guts. 

And he asks for a break.  He goes off to cool down in the shower leaving me with the top.

“You like your ass eaten?”  I ask him.

“I’ve never had anyone do it.”  I just look at him, trying to keep the disbelief off my face.  “I don’t rim the guys I fuck, either.”

“You want to try?”

“Are you going to try to fuck me with that missile you got there?”

I assure him I won’t stick it in him unless he asks for it.  He gets on all fours.  I kneel behind his virgin ass.  My tongue connects.

“Holy fuck!  That’s hot.”  He strokes his cock as I rim him—wanting to show him exactly what he’s been missing.  I poke and prod his hole.  I lick up and down his hairy crack.  He is moaning into the rumpled bed sheet.  The bottom returns, watching me eat out his friend.

“You gonna give up your ass to him?”  he asks.

The Top pulls away from me and sits up, surprised by the bottom’s return.  “Naw—but no wonder you loved his tongue so much.”

The bottom gets back on the bed.  “Seed me.”

I lick his freshly showered hole for a moment.  Rimming the top has really gotten me going.  I fuck a massive load into him in no time.  I spurt over and over.  The bottom cleans up my cock as the Stroker comes back, true to his word.  It’s almost closing time.  “Damn this hole is wet,” he says.

He unloads into the bottom.

I move off the bed to show the boys what felching is all about…