Back to the Bathhouse: "You Will Want to Ride this Baby Maker..."

 Indianapolis—July, 2021

Another week, another day off.  I debated briefly what to do and where to go.  But I knew I wanted to spend some time outside in the courtyard of the bathhouse on this beautiful summer day.  And the sex would have to be better than last time, right? 

 

I strip at my locker.  I go down to totally naked for a quick stop in the steam room.  With the key around my wrist, I pass the sauna and hear the steam running.  The big door closes behind me.  As I walk through the steam to get to the back corner, I pass a man getting very wet and vocal head—and another man who is jerking to the scene.  At the first corner, an older man is on his knees, eyes closed, with his hands behind his back.  I thoughtfully stick my swelling dick in his mouth.  His mouth is magnificent—a master at sizable dick and no teeth.  I let him show off for a long time—then I fuck his face.  We only stop for the heat has become unbearable.

I decompress in the sauna. 

Now dry, I stop at the locker and add my jock, tucking the lube in the waistband.  The boots go back on and the towel over my shoulder.  I go up to the third floor and make the tour.  There are new owners—and I’m told there is an additional play area.  I find it—next to a porn jerk off area.  They have taken two old rental rooms, knocked down the connecting wall and added a fuckbench, a chair and mirrors on the wall.  I also see there are men in both TV rooms.  And a few are on beds, with the door open. 

But many bottoms are actually making the circuit—and always lingering at one door.  When I look in, I can see why.  An incredibly handsome Black man is lying on the bed, ear buds in place, and stroking a large cock to porn on his phone.  He looks up, nods, looks at my bulge and nods again.  And goes back to his porn.

I get some head in the big TV lounge.  I thank the guy and walk around one more time.  I watch a good looking guy in his 40’s hang out at the handsome guy’s door.  He even removes his towel and shows him his beautifully gym-rounded ass cheeks.  He puts the towel back on and goes to his room.  I stop at the door.  Handsome Guy beckons me in. 

“Shut it.” 

I close the door.

“Show me what you got.”

My cock is still hard and wet from the head in the lounge—the jock pouch does nothing but keep it close to my body.  It springs out in full flower as I pull the cloth to the side.

“Nice,” says Handsome Guy, stroking his own, slightly bigger dick.  “I need to feel that in me.”

He rolls over and gets on all fours.  His ebony ass mounds are glorious.  I go to my knees and bury my tongue into him.  I pry his hole open with the tip of my tongue.  I get him good and wet.

I stand and work myself in slowly.  I have to use a lot of lube—and it still isn’t enough.  I add more as I inch into him.

HG is groaning and moaning as if he’s never been fucked.  He is jerking his own cock as I slowly, but inevitably, work myself into his tight hole.  At last, my overgrown bush rubs against his upturned ass.

“Fuck…” he mumbles into the mattress.

I wait.  And begin a slow fuck.  His hand does double time on his cock.  I build to a faster tempo—and so does he.  I reach a good pace, my balls happily slapping his ass.

But it’s too much for him.  He spurts all over the sheet and begs me to stop.

I do, and thank him, closing the door behind me.

*

I eat lunch outside in the courtyard where we can sit in various states of nudity.  A good looking white guy in his 40’s—his hair pulled into a man bun—sits down next to me as I finish.  We chat about the weather, then…

“Were you here in time to see that hot Black guy plow the college kid in the steam room this morning?”

I shake my head.

“He is such a stud.  But he only plays with really young men.”

“Unless he wants to flip,” I murmur.

The comment seems to go right over ManBun’s head.  He is more interested in my jock pouch.  Eventually we go in and up to the new fuckbench room.  He drops his towel and sits on the chair.  He sucks my cock to full hardness.

I kneel and suck his hard uncut one.

“Fuck me.”

He gets on all fours on the chair…which puzzles me a little as there is a perfectly good fuck bench right there.  I eat his ass and then work my dick head into him.

He stops me.  “Let me sit on it.”

I lie on the floor.  He steps across me and lowers his hairy ass crack to brush the head of my cock.  He slowly lowers himself.  It feels incredible and he is less tense.  He takes my entire shaft easily, in no time at all.  He sighs and grinds himself down on me.  He begins to fuck himself on my engorged cock.  A nice steady pace.  A couple of guys come in to watch.  The third one in, he seems to know.

“Jim,” or whatever it was, “Sit on this fucker’s face.”

I look.  A cute college kid, his long hair pulled into a pony tail, drops his towel and straddles my head. 

“His tongue is great,” ManBun tells him.  “Then you will want to ride this baby maker.”

The kid sits.  His bubble butt almost cuts off my air, but I don’t care.  I am lost in the double sensation of having two men ride me at the same time.  The two lean towards each other and I hear them kiss.

Too soon they stand up and change.  But the kid rides my raw cock like a champ and I love eating the freshly fucked hole.

The kid gets up.  ManBun leans down and cleans my cock of their combined ass juices.  They thank me and leave together.

I am still lying on the floor when a man my own age enters.  He has found the gym late in life and has a terrific chest and thighs.  His grey hair is cropped close to his head.   He extends a hand and helps me up—and climbs on the fuck bench.  To thank him, I eat his ass and fuck him.

And we can’t get enough of each other.  We fuck the rest of the afternoon.

I rim him again and fuck him there—as another man feeds him a dick and a load in his mouth.  We kiss and I shove the cum he snowballs to me into his hole, which makes me fuck him yet again.

We fuck in the sling—where I first feast on his now swollen, wet ass lips.

I let another man fuck him.

We go to his room so he can sit on my face—as he tells me he think the man may have silently loaded him.  (He has so much ass jizz flowing into my mouth, I can’t be sure.)

“I need to breed,” I pant.  “Where?”

He chooses the sling. 

And I breed him deep…