Bathhouse Tales: Freebie

Northwest Indiana—November, 2019

I must be getting old. 

The next sex I had was at one of the bookstores up in northwestern Indiana.  I know my brief play was after a hurried trip home, but I couldn’t remember much else about it.  I checked my notes.  I have always made notes about what I do since beginning the blog, but for this trip:  “6 or 7 loads.”  And that was it.  I am sure that most were in the cinema as I enjoy the space and doing it in public.  Maybe a couple were from the gloryholes, but I haven’t a clue about the men who gave them to me.  Not a single “Bear in leather jacket with stubby dick” notation.  And did I get off?  No idea…and it was only 33 days ago…

Indianapolis—November, 2019

I think I went to the bathhouse the very next day—and I won’t tell you which—for I sent a text to the dirty blond attendant.  He was glad to sign me in for free.  As I checked in, he told me to play however I wanted—he just wanted to get fucked at the end of his shift.

Perfect.

I stripped and went searching.  The steam room was vacant.  The guys were in the dark room…

I sit and watch a couple.  They are both my age or so.  The bear of the two is standing stock still as his shaved head friend or partner is working a finger or two up his hole.  How they interact with each other tells me they know each other well.  I take my cock out and stroke.

The two notice me.  The top takes his fingers out, spits on his dick and slowly pushes his six incher into his friend.  The bottom groans.  They both look over at me.

“You need that dick in your ass,” whispers the top—but loud enough that he’s sure I will hear it.

“I wish…” the bottom mumbles.

The top turns to me.  “You want to fuck this tight ass?”

I nod and stand up.  The bottom’s ass is wide and the hole hairy.  My cock drools looking at it.  The top spits on my cock and reaches around to guide me into the ass he’d just been fucking.  He stands behind me, working my nipples.  I’m pretty sure he is thinking he will stick his dick up me as I fuck, for it certainly is prodding my ass crack on the back stroke.

The bear bends to take me a little more easily.  It’s a nice hole—warm and wet and he squeezes down on me.  I build up the speed of the fuck.  “Take a turn,” I tell the other top, just at the point I feel his finger on my hole.

We share the bear back and forth.  We fuck him until he calls for a break.

I later find them in the sauna.  The bear slides behind me on the tier above and gives my shoulders a terrific massage.  “This was to say thank you,” he says, “but you really need this—your shoulders are so knotted.”  He works on me for quite awhile.  His friend sucks my dick as the bear works away on getting my shoulders to relax.

*****

I fuck a similar looking bottom for a moment or six in the steam room.  It is nice enough, but nothing special.  When the steam kicks in, it is a good excuse to excuse myself.  But then Phil starts to follow me around.  He wants more.  At first I am flattered that he tries to insinuate himself into every blow job or fuck I have in public.  Finally it is annoying enough that I have to tell him to back off some.  I would have gotten around to him again, too, if he had let me work on my schedule…

*****

In a porn area with limited seating, an older Asian is jerking a hot seven incher with lots of foreskin.  We trade blow jobs.  When I am down on him the second time, he lifts his legs and pushes the top of my head until my tongue finds his tight ass.

“Lick me,” he commands.

I do.  I giving him a tongue fucking that opens his pucker.  His uncut dick is now in constant precum mode.  I return to it, get a mouthful of precum and then stick it up his hole with my tongue.  This makes him pant.  And eventually he hisses that I am a “dirty man.” 

He’s been on his back, legs in the air on a hard bench.  I suggest he kneel on it so I can get deeper into his hole.

“I’m a top…” he starts.

“So?  Does it feel good?”

He flips for me.  And I dig in…

Next we meet in the steam room.  I eat his hole there, too, once we are alone.

Then in the dark room, over a railing.

I see him at his locker.  He grins at me.  “Going to get room.”

And he gets it.  So he could really cut loose, away from all the men who knew him as a top.  He sucks me again.  I eat his ass until he’s begging:  “Stick it in my ass.  I want to try.”

“You sure?”

“ But no cum.”

And I fuck him.  It hurts both of us for a moment…until I fish old poppers out of the top of my sock.  He opens up like a bottom whore…and I fuck him until he shoots all over his chest.

*****

The Dirty Blond finds me in my room, with the door open, 30 minutes after his shift ends.  He shuts the door.  He strips and spends a long time mouthing my jock, getting it good and wet and reconstituting old fuck juices.  I marvel again about how young and trim he is after a pretty steady diet of daddies today.

I briefly eat his hole, with him bent over the bed.  He whimpers as I do it…but his dick goes down, so I am getting mixed signals.  He is rock hard the moment my wet cock head pushes into him.  He loves to feel used—his ass juts up in the air and he can’t see me fuck him.  I want to open the door and let others use him, but I don’t.

We flip so he’s on his back.  His legs find my shoulders.  We fuck—looking deep into each other’s eyes.

“Daddy, will you do something for me?”

“If I can…”

“Piss fuck me.”

I grin and grab my water bottle and take a swig.  Just the feel of the water pouring into me opens the taps. I slow the fuck and stay hard as I fill him with piss.  More and more.  When I finally run dry.  I fuck him some more.  The piss is so deep into him, not a drop sloshes out.  I stroke harder.  I am building to a big final cum. 

His phone goes off with an odd sound.  “It’s the front office.  Got to…”  He reads the text.  He apologizes and says he needs to go downstairs…and it might be awhile.  Off he goes, his cute butt full of at least my piss.

But I need to cum.  No one seems to be on this floor.  I go down to the steam room.  A guy is bent over, ass in the air as he sucks a cock.  I can’t see either of them in the dim light and the mist.  My hand finds the guy’s crack.  He pushes back on me.  I substitute my dick for my finger.  He grunts an affirmative around the cock flesh in his mouth.

In six or seven strokes—he has my load.  I don’t wait to see who it is…but I kind of hope it’s annoying Phil…