Still Horned

 Indianapolis—November, 2024

Sometimes great sex keeps me satisfied for days after.  And sometimes it just makes me want more.  I had blown a massive load into Keshawn last night.  But I was horny the moment I woke up the next day.  I told myself that the bathhouse was not a good option on this day before Thanksgiving.  But by dinner time, with nothing better to do, I drove into Indy.

As I approached the bathhouse, I signaled to get into the left-hand turn lane.  The car ahead of me did the same thing.  We both had to wait for two cars to enter the driveway from the oncoming traffic.  Well, well, the parking lot was almost full as we parked…

 

I shut the door to my locker.  I am naked but for my towel.  I juggle my bottles of lube and water and make for the sauna.  Sitting in the back corner, legs spread wide is a cross dresser in a short dress and heels.  The dress rides high enough I see the thong underneath.  He/she makes no move.  I sit and warm up from the cold drive in.  There is no traffic of men.  I decide everyone must be upstairs and go join them.

On the top floor, men are milling or sitting in their rooms.  Looking through the glass door, I see a blow job happening in the big porn room.  I don’t disturb them.  I go to the small porn area and sit next to a naked man, stroking like crazy to the porn (which, surprisingly, is straight.)   He looks to be a very swarthy Italian, with black hair sprouting all over—except on the top of his head.  He nods to me.  Then makes conversation about the porn.  And in the next breath is turned slightly to me and sucking my cock.  He’s rather toothy about it.  But it’s the angle.  It is still a good warm up.

“That’s some dick.  You’re bigger than the guy in the porno,” he murmurs as he stops.

Almost instantly another man around my age comes through the curtained entrance.  He is in good shape and has almost shoulder length hair.  He sees me, kneels and begins to suck.  He is excellent.  He takes me to the root with ease.  Repeatedly.  He comes up for air, smiles at me and does it all again.

“Lick my balls,” I murmur.

He does.  With care and lust.

“I want to sit on this!”

I suggest a little later in the evening.  He nods, gets up and leaves.

I stand up in front of the Italian.  “Let’s try it this way.”

He leans in and gives me much better head.  His cock is not hard while he sucks me, but it is drooling copiously.  When he stops, I flick a finger across his piss slit and bring it to my mouth.

“I’d let you suck it, but I would cum too fast—and I just got here.” 

I nod. And go exploring.  The long-haired guy sucks me again in the other porn room—and reminds me to fuck him later.  He gives me the room number.

I wander.  I find the good-looking man with grey hair who was in line ahead of me to get our lockers.  He is trim and firm and I can picture him is his dark blue business suit as he brings a board meeting to order.  He nods to me and goes into the darkened room where the fuck bench is located.  I follow.  He is standing by the couch.

I drop my towel.

“Now that is suckable,” he murmurs.

I sit on the couch and he kneels in front of me, ditching his towel behind him.  His regulation sized cock is rampant.  He ignores it as he gives me some good head.  He is not in the same category as the long-haired guy, but he is good.   At first, he uses one hand to stroke me after a few moments of sucking.  Then it’s both hands jerking me after his next round of oral.  He starts out really strong, but he expects me to shoot in under five minutes.  When I don’t, he loses his erection.  I can feel the passionate sucking just sort of disappear right along with his hardon. 

We go our separate way.

I go downstairs to see if the long-haired guy is in his room.  He is—and delighted I’m following through.  We shut the door.  I hang my towel on the knob and sit on his bed.  He bends over and gives me the same great head as he did upstairs.  He leaves me very wet—on purpose.  But the beds here are too high for him to sit on me and still keep his feet on the floor.  I suggest he just bend over, chest to mattress.  He does and I go to the floor.  My mouth finds his pucker.  He moans, telling me not enough men eat him out.  I try to make up for that fact, by spending a long time on his hole—one that had felt rather tight at first but gave way to a slight gape in just a few moments.

My brain finally turns over from loving the rimming to the need to fuck.  I stand up and slowly insert.

“Fuck me hard!”

I warm his ass up with a few slow strokes but very quickly I am giving him a hip-smashing-butt-cheek fuck.  He takes a hit of poppers.  The buzz makes him touch his dick.

And he shoots.  A big load all over the mattress.  I slow down.  I’m not close, but I might be able to get there if he can take a little more.

“Sorry, once I shoot, I’m done,” he moans.

I thank him and get myself together and open the door.  I go back to the third floor.  No one.  I go back down to the sauna.  No one.  There is one lone man at the bank of televisions in the exercise area.  He is a mixed-race man around my age and thickly built.  I am sure I recognize him from when I was here last year.  He is jerking and I sit next to him.

I mention we seem to be the only ones left.

He nods.  “They all took off in a hurry to make green bean casseroles to take to their mommy’s tomorrow.”

I smile.

We both stroke.

He never makes a move to suck me.  So I ask if I can suck his cock.

“Please.”

It’s thick, but not too long so I can really use my tongue all around his shaft.  He is juicing quickly.  And coming in another minute or so.  A nice load.  He loves that I swallow.  And clean up every drop.

I decide his load is better for my Thanksgiving feast, than any green bean casserole…