Lunchtime at the Bathhouse

 Indianapolis—July, 2022

It was a full week before I could have any kind of sex again.  I went back to the same bathhouse in Indy for a three-hour session in the late morning/early afternoon.  At check in, I bought a membership.  I had determined on the drive in that I would much rather play with whoever was there than sit online and hope for the right man (who would then be over an hour away from where I was living and working.)  Today seemed to prove I made the right choice…

 

“May I suck it?”

I am sitting on the couch opposite my locker, watching four different screens of porn.  The speaker is a man who appears a good 10 years older than myself.  He is slight of build, mostly bald with a few wispy hairs on his head.  He has an engaging smile, so I spread my legs, offering him my hard cock.

“Oh, not here.  Come to my room.”

I sigh, inwardly.  I like public sex in places like this, but it is still before noon (and the influx of men on lunch break) so I consent.  We trudge up to the third floor.  I sit on his bed, and he kneels on the hard floor.  He kisses my balls.  He works up my shaft with kisses.  His soft hands now cradle my balls.  He tries to take my cock head into his mouth.  I hit every tooth on the way in.  I can’t help but flinch.  He recognizes my reaction, and instead of covering his teeth and trying again, decides stroking my shaft and kissing my balls will be enough.

“Are you close?”

I have to smile before I shake my head.  “I won’t get off for hours yet,” I tell him.

He stands up, with an assist from me.  I thank him and go back down the stairs.

A bear of a man is hanging out at the slurp ramp—which here is the joining of what was once two rooms.  One side has a platform to stand on with two holes in the wall.  He is on the cock sucking side.  He nods to me and disappears through the door frame.  I cross the main room, into the other side and go up the step to the platform.  The hole is a little low for me, but it’s not an uncomfortable squat as my dick disappears into the darkness of the other side.

His mouth envelops me, taking me deep into his throat. The tongue on the underside of my cock is moving rapidly.  I let him suck at his speed for quite a bit, then I fuck his mouth.  He groans as my cock impales him again and again.

My knees are telling me to straighten up.  I do and go around to his side.  He’s surprised but follows my directive of “On your knees.”   He happily sucks me in.  And now he can get all of me down his tight throat.

I lean down and touch his ass.  Instantly he moves so I can have better access.  I finger his hole, which is pre-lubed.

“Fuck me.”

I tell him to stand up and lean against the wall, mouth ready at the hole.  I spit on my cock and slide into him.  At the same moment, some man enters the other room and in seconds slides his cock into the Bear’s mouth as I fuck his ass.  I slap the generous butt so the guy getting sucked knows just what’s happening…

*

I sit back down on the couch to watch the four screens.  The Bear, who didn’t get a load in either hole, has told me he has a room on the third floor.  I am sure I will find him up there eventually, but right now I am intrigued by a younger man sitting on the couch with me.  He looks Mediterranean, with olive skin and dark curls on his head and his pubes.  He is stroking—and eventually reaches over to stroke me.  I let him and do the same for his bigger than average cock.  Eventually, I slip to the floor and take him in my mouth.

“If you do that I’ll…”

And he does—before he can finish the sentence. 

It’s a huge load to swallow…

*

I find the Bear in his room—one with a bigger bed.  He is standing by the side, his ass arched out.  I slip behind him and rim his ass before fucking him again.  He thanks me.  I ask if he takes loads.  “I am open to it,” is his reply.

I fuck two other men—both of who gave me some good oral first.  Neither is prepped deep enough for my cock when it turns to fucking.  One in the sling and one in the steam.  I decided not to fuck anyone else today but the Bear…

*

A bigger guy, around my age reaches for me in the steam room.  Not for my cock, but for my shoulders.  His hands instantly find the knots of tension my current job has created.

“Relax,” he breathes in my ear.

I am a sucker for a good massage.  And he gives me one.  Slow and sensual, really working on the tension in my neck and shoulders.  I melt.  Only when he gets them to loosen does he suck me.

The steam room fills up with several other men.  The steam starts up and in the fog of it all a cock sucking orgy starts.  Nothing but steam and hard dicks and willing mouths.  No one seems to want to get off—we are all just enjoying each other—sampling one cock after another.  As the steam clears, so do the men.  My masseur is still there.  We dry off and go up to his room.  I feed him my cock as he kneels on the floor.  It’s cramped.

“Let me lie down.”

He moves around, lying with his head hanging over the edge of the bed.  I straddle his head and lower my balls into his mouth.  He is heaven.  He inhales deeply.  From my very essence.  His cock, for the first time, fully erects…

*

My three-hour rental is coming to a close.  I want to get off and go.  The Bear is standing in his doorway.

“You want it?” I ask.

He moves into the room and gets on all fours on the bed.  I eat his hole.  I wonder if anyone else has fucked him since I did.

“Fuck me,” he moans.

“If I do, I’ll shoot.”

“Do it,” he whispers.  “Breed my ass…”

That is all the invitation I need.  I spit one last time on his hole, stand up and fuck into him.  His ass muscles begin milking my cock.  It won’t take long after all this play.

“Fill me up,” he mumbles into the pillow he clutches.

I thrust deep—and give him just what he wants…