Re-post: Bathhouse Tales: The Dirty Blond

Re-post:  Bathhouse Tales: The Dirty Blond 

Indianapolis—November, 2019

Soon enough, I was once again headed to a bathhouse.  After the initial membership fee at either one, I could get a locker for what I normally pay for a visit to a bookstore.  (Not to mention there are no bookstore/video/porn shops where you can play in this city.) 

I am not going to tell you which of the two bathhouses I was at this time, as you will soon understand…

 

I am checking in.  I hand over the money, my ID and my membership card.  A young clerk is checking me in.  And blatantly checking me out. 

The kid is good looking.  At first glance I think he is in early twenties.  With a second look—maybe a little more.  He is a dirty blond, short and thin, but has spent time at the gym.  His t-shirt is tight.  His white jeans are tighter.

“Are you sure you want just a locker?” he asks.

I tell him I do.  He turns away to grab a key and shows me his ass.  Fuck!  The pants are tailored with a seam down the middle that emphasizes the fullness of each cheek.  He turns back and pushes the towel and key toward me.  When he gives me my change, his hand rests on mine for a moment.

“Have fun,” he says.  “But I can tell you will…”

I go off to the lockers and undress.

I sit in the sauna.  I sit in the steam and get my cock sucked.  I head back to my locker to add boots and jock.  Once dressed, I need to piss.  Standing at the urinal I hear someone approach.  It’s the attendant who checked me in.

“Show me your dick, Daddy.”

I do.  It still has some plumpness from the steam room head.

He makes an approving sound in the back of his throat.  “I get off in an hour,” he tells me.   “I’ll get a room.  I want some of that.”

I play with others.  It’s all relaxed fun—nothing that is close to getting me off, but all pleasant oral with a variety of guys.

The clerk finds me ninety minutes later, oddly, back at the urinal.  He whispers the room number to me.  I give him time to get there, then find the room and knock lightly.  He opens the door, now in nothing but tight white briefs.  I toss my towel from my shoulder to the corner.  I drop the water bottle on it and pull him into a kiss.  He squirms in delight, and hardens as we grind together.  He wriggles out of the embrace and drops to his knees.  My cock springs out as he pulls the jock aside.  He has to work to get it all into his mouth—but he does a fine job.  He beats his own, uncut cock, with the waistband of his briefs tucked under his balls, while he sucks me.

“Will you fuck my face?”

Sure of my answer, he strips off the briefs, flops down on the bed and hangs his head over the edge.  I let him lick my balls before I push my dripping head into his mouth.  In this position, he is an expert.  He takes me easily.  Soon I am giving him my entire length.  He takes me to the root again and again.  He only occasionally touches himself, but his cock is always hard, standing straight up and dripping a tremendous stream of precum.

With my cock still in him, I bend and take his dick into my mouth.  I pull off him and lick up all the precum on his hairless belly.  I hunker down and kiss him, while he still has his head over the side of the bed.  It’s a wet kiss and turns us both on.

“Do you fuck?” he asks.

I nod.

“How do you want me?”

“Feet on the floor and bend over the bed.”

He moves around.

“I need to eat that ass,” I tell, not even trying to disguise the lust in my voice.

He turns to look at me, “I don’t really like rimming, but I’ll let you do it.”

I don’t give him time to reconsider.  I dive in and lube up his tight hole with spit.  And he is tight.  For a guy who doesn’t like a rimjob, he is beginning to pant and moan, stuffing the pillow into his mouth.

I don’t linger as long as I want.  I stand up and slap my cock on his now sopping ass crack.  “You want it raw?”

“Fuck, yes.  Fuck me with your raw daddy cock…”

I push in.  I hold the moment my head pops through.  The clerk will have none of that.  He pushes back and impales himself on my cock.  “Use me,” he pants.   “Fuck my hole.  Give me your hot daddy cum.”

So I fuck.  Full steam ahead.  I don’t worry about hurting him or letting him get used to my size.  I plow into him again and again.

I pull out and tell him to flip.  I want to look into his face when I breed him.  He rolls over.  With me still standing on the floor, I put his legs to my shoulders and push back inside.

“Give it to me,” he hisses.

I fuck harder.

“I wanted your load…” he pauses as he takes a hit of poppers, “…the moment I saw you.”

This is really doing it for me.  I’ve had lots of oral with 6 or 7 other men for almost two hours.  Now I am intent on getting off.  And giving him the load he wants.

He takes another hit and offers me the bottle.  I bend and he holds one nostril shut as I huff.

Whoa!  The fumes hit and I fuck him hard, but deliberately, with long, slow strokes.  Every thrust is giving me exaggerated pleasure.  I use his ass.  It must show in my face that it is suddenly all about me—and that is getting him off, too.

And I’m there.  I fire my load into his hot cum tunnel.  Blast after blast.  He strokes himself, but he doesn’t quite  get there.  When I can finally talk again I ask if he wants to get off.  He strokes a little with me in place—and then decides he wants to do it later.  “I want to finger your load out of my ass and taste it.  That will get me off…”

I clean up a little with my towel. 

The attendant sends his number to my phone with the promise that he can usually get me a free room—where I can breed him after his shift is done.

I bend.  There is a dribble of my cum running out of his violated hole.  I catch it with my tongue and feed it to him…

Bathhouse Tales:  The Dirty Blond was published on December 21, 2019