Bathhouse Two: "Let Me Lick Your Ass!"

 Indianapolis—July, 2022

 

(This picks up immediately after Part One.)

 

I need a moment after I leave the hot fucker in the dark room.  I go upstairs and sit by myself in the larger porn room on the third floor.  I just sit.  I don’t stroke.  I drink some water from my bottle and let my breathing get back to normal.  I hadn’t realized how close I was to shooting a load back there.

The door opens.  A man, a good deal older than myself, comes in.  He has a shaved head.  He has kept up his gym visits—his chest is not as muscled as it must have been once but is still impressive.  He drops his towel.  He’s impressive here, too.  A hardening cock that stretches to seven inches or so before my eyes.

“Suck my dick,” he all but commands.

I go to my knees, glad that the floor here is padded.  I suck him, keeping my tongue doing surprising things on his head and shaft.

He likes my mouth and says so.  Then he grabs the back of my head and fucks my face.  Hard.  I am sure he’s going to shoot, but he pulls out.

“Thanks,” he mutters.  “Now I’m hard enough to fuck that slut hole next door.” 

He goes out to do just that.

Eventually I go to the more comfortable seating in the small porn area up here.  I sit on the couch, spreading my towel under me.  The porn is not great.  I think of heading downstairs to the four screens when I hear the doorway on the stairs open.

“In here,” I hear a man say.

In walks the Otter and the Latino—the men I watched in the steam room.  The Otter sits at the other end of the couch.  The young Latino throws his towel in between us, but he never sits.  He gets on his knees and starts sucking the Otter again.

“Don’t mind us,” the Otter mumbles.

They are far hotter than the porn.  I stroke openly, watching the Latino work the Otter’s shaft—and then his balls.

I wonder about reaching over to stroke the Otter’s chest. 

Just before I do, the Otter says, “We came up here for you to suck his dick.  Do it.”

The Latino looks up.  “Do you mind?”

“Please.”

He crawls over, now between my legs.  I finally see the Otter’s cock.  He’s just above average.  The Latino holds me, his hand wrapped around the base of my cock.  “You’re big.  Damn.”

He goes down on me.  He is every bit as good as what I guessed he was—from watching the Otter’s face while he was getting sucked.  The Otter happily strokes now, watching his friend (boyfriend?) suck me.  The Latino pulls off me with a sigh and strokes my shaft as he licks my balls.  I groan and ruffle his hair.

He turns to the Otter.  “I really want that in my ass.”

The Otter nods.

The kid turns to me.  “I’m a slut, what can I say?  Fuck me?”

I stand up and pat where I have been sitting.  The Latino kneels on the spot, his ass jutting out.

It’s my turn: “Let me lick your ass.”  (All right, I didn’t say asshole.)  I burrow into him.  He has not been fucked today.  My tongue has a lot of loosening and relaxing to do.  I begin reaming him out.  I hear poppers open.  The Otter is feeding them to him.

“Do it,” the kid says.  “Get it inside of me.”

I push in.  Slowly and steadily.  The Latino relaxes more with each inch working its way into his guts.  I bottom out.

“Fuck him hard,” says the Otter.

I do.  Hard enough that the Latino’s head is being smashed into the over padded back of the couch.  He groans.  “So good…”

I slap his ass and slow the fuck down.  Longer strokes now.  Letting him know just how long I am.

I am in an odd plie, so my legs are tiring fast.  I pull out and stand up to stretch them.  “Get on the floor so you can suck his cock while I fuck you.”

Everybody loves this idea.  He moves and takes the Otter’s cock back into his mouth.  I spit once on his ass and fuck into him, now kneeling on the floor.

We go at this for quite some time.  Finally, I pull out and sit back up on the couch.  He has not had enough.  First the Latino tastes his ass on my cock.  He grunts his satisfaction, then, turning around, he sits on my wet cock and rides me as I sit there.

This is too much for the Otter.  He coats his hairy chest with cum.  Instantly the Latino is off me and they go to the showers.  The Latino smiles a “That was hot” as they go out the door.

My wet cock needs release.  And I know where to go.  Down the stairs to the dark room.

The door is open.  I go in, shutting it behind me.

“I got fucked, but no load.”

“You’re about to get mine.”

I hear him scramble to be on all fours, his ass where I can find it easily.  I spend a moment with my tongue in his hole.  But I really need to fuck.  I stand, insert and begin a slow in and out.

“Fuck you feel good.  You fuck some others?”

I speed up the tempo.

“Yeah, a couple.”

“But you’re loading me?”

I fuck him a little faster.

“You want it?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

I am now driving into his ass.  My hand slaps his hairy cheek.  “Say the words.”

“Breed me, daddy.” 

I fuck harder yet.

“I want your cum, man.”

I am so fucking close.  “Deep in your hole?”

“Fuck yes!”

And I explode.  I grab his hips and hold on.  My balls empty into his hot butt.  I hope someone else gets to fuck in my cum, it feels like a huge load.  I pull out and I hear him swivel to clean my cock like the good whore we both know he is…