Bathhouse: Feet and Ass

St. Louis—February, 2018

Some of my readers may remember that a friend has always thrown a sex party for me when I come to St. Louis.  This year it wasn’t going to happen as the host was recovering from some surgery.  To celebrate my surviving the conference, I went back to the bathhouse…

I am standing on the slurp ramp, watching porn.  A few men have walked by, but tonight no one wants to be seen sucking dick in public.  I watch the porn—then when I realize no one is interested, I go watch porn where I can sit down and be more comfortable.  I stroke.

“That’s some dick.” 

I look up.  A very tall, very well built guy is looking at me.  The white towel he has wrapped around himself looks even whiter against his very black skin.  He reaches out a big hand and strokes my dick.  “Come to my room.”

I follow him—not bothering to cover my raging hard on.  He has a double bed room with a mirror on one wall.  He flops down on the bed, lying on his chest, his head towards me so I can stand and he can suck.  He does just that—and very well.  He encourages me to fuck his face.  I can’t take my eyes off his amazing, gym built bubble butt.  Or it’s reflection in that big mirror. When he finally stops to catch his breath, I tell him I want to eat his ass.

“You aren’t fucking me with this thing, you’d rip me up.”

“Just my tongue.  I promise.”

He turns around, reluctantly.  I kneel and dive into his ass.  My entire face disappears between the two mounds of flesh.  He moans and pants.  I can taste lube in his hole.  He’s been fucked.   Just the idea makes my cock drool.  I eat.  Spit.  Poke and prod.  He is very vocal.

He pulls away from me, rolling onto his back.  “You love that, don’t you?”

I admit I love to eat ass.

He admits he was fucked, but by a guy half my size.  Then:  “Will you let me do what I want to you?”

I look down as his very hard, very thick cock and worry a little.  But I answer yes.

“Take off your boots.”

I do.  I ask about the socks.   I leave them on and sit beside him.  He rolls around to inhale the insteps.  Kiss them. He strips the socks off me with his teeth.  Then he begins orally servicing both my feet.  Every toe is sucked.  All five go into his mouth.  He can take me very deeply.  He switches to the other foot.  He repeats everything.  His cock is now rigid and pouring out precum.

“Stand up and step on my face.”

I stand.  My right foot goes to his wide open mouth.  I press lightly down.  He groans in the most sensual way.  His tongue cleans my instep, then with a slight shift, the heel.  I change feet and grind down with my left.

He shoots all over his chest.

He’s embarrassed now that I know this about him—and he hustles me out of the room.  I exit, so fast I have to carry my boots…

*****

I wander. 

I strip and sit in the steam. 

I wander again.

A door is open.  A man in a jock is sitting on his bed, watching the porn playing on his television.  He could be anywhere from mid 30’s to mid 40’s.  Thin and lithe, a true swimmer’s build.   Hairless above the waist.  His jock covers what looks like a forest of pubes.  But he’s not ass up, so I hesitate.

We smile and I walk on by.  I make the circuit and approach his door again.  He invites me in.

I sit next to him.  He assumes I’m in town for the leather competition which was happening in St. Louis this weekend.  He tells me it’s why he came to town from a neighboring state—and he’s surprised that more of the participants are not here.

And soon he’s sucking my dick.  He pulls off of it once it’s grown to its full size.  “You are even bigger than I guessed.  You fuck?”

I nod.

He proceeds to sit on me right there.  He rides me, groaning out his pleasure.  One older man stays at our open door to watch.  “Should I close it?” my partner of the moment asks.  

“Let him watch.  I don’t care.”

He increases the tempo of his fuck, pounding himself down on me.  He likes to show off as much as I do.

We change around.  I eat his juiced up hole as I kneel on the floor.  I fuck him, feet on the ground, his ass hanging off the small bed.  It’s uncomfortable, but hot.  His ass is wet and hot and he knows how to milk me.

“We should go use the sling,” I tell him.

He agrees.  I tell him I am totally open to sharing him with others if he likes that.  His eyes light up and we head to the play room.

The sling and fuck bench are in the same corner.  There is a wall of really open lattice between the sling and the porn area.  Guys can watch from there—or come around the open wall and join us.  Right now—the whole area is deserted except for a noisy blowjob happening in the gloryhole booths behind us.

I get him into the sling.  It’s great to eat his ass in comfort.  He is a heavy self luber, so his chute is slippery with juices.  I spend a long time eating him out while he does poppers.  He can’t stop moaning:  “You make my asscunt feel so good.”  Eventually I stand up and push into his sloppy hole.  The sling is a little low, but so much better than his cramped room.  I fuck with abandon.

The rattle of chains bring the men.  Many watch.  None play with us.  At least two of them pair up and take turns blowing each other in our space.

I decide to try the bench—that way his mouth is easier to get, too.  He looks great astride the fuckbench, his head towards the entrance to our corner.  It does the trick.  We get a young guy to feed him his cock as I fuck.   There’s no load from his oral invader, but he loves the feeling of being spit roasted.  When the guy decides he’s had enough, and refuses my offer of the ass I’m in, I kneel and lick up our combined juices out of his ass.

“Daddy, do you like your ass eaten?”

I tell him I do.  I get in the sling.  We both popper up and he goes to town.  He’s good at this, too.  And surprisingly, a young guy comes over and sticks his dick in my mouth.  This inspires my rimmer to tongue fuck me deeper yet.  When he realizes my ass is not on offer, the extra guy takes off. 

I want to fuck.  We change places.  I slide into him again.  He’s slippery and wet.

“Cum in my asscunt.  I want your seed.”  I’m not sure if he’s talking to me or the Black guy watching through the lattice, but I don’t care.  I’m in full rut now.  I need to breed this man.  I fuck hard. 

I taste his ass one last time.

I slide into his over juiced hole and explode.  I hang onto the chains, the orgasm is so intense.  I stay in his ‘asscunt’ while he milks out the last drop of my cum.  I slowly pull out and bring my cum covered cock to his mouth.  He suckles it clean.  I go back to his ass.  I kneel and begin licking out our mingled juices…

Bathhouse: A Small but Horny Crowd

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The Newcomer's Cum

St. Louis---February, 2017

Will, the man in the sling in the cellar, was not sure he and his partner, Bruce, could host the yearly sex party they usually throw for me.  As it turned out, we managed a slightly smaller gathering on my final night in St. Louis.

My dick is deep inside Will.  To the hilt.  I’m grinding my overgrown pubes into his upturned ass.  I look down at him in the sling.  We are just off the lounge area upstairs.  Six or seven men are in there, watching a guy they know from town in his porn debut.  Will and I are fucking.

He’s sucked me.  He’s gotten in the sling.  I’ve rimmed him.  Now we are going at it.  I deliberately make my hips slap his ass.  The sound of our sex draws others out.  At first just one.  Then a pair.   Soon the room is alive with guys on their knees, sucking each other’s cocks.  First one is down on his knees.  They switch off.  Or switch partners.  One man does two—I hear him grunting with trying to fit them both into his mouth.  The two of us keep fucking.  The other six are all oral.  So far.

“You want this ass?” I ask the biggest dick—who is currently getting blown right next to us.  He nods.  He fucks Will.  Hard.   Deep.  In an erratic rhythm that is nothing like the one I used.

I get to clean his cock when he breaks.  And go back up Will.

I hear a man climax.  I can’t quite tell who it is in the semi darkness.  But he leaves—and leaves the man who was servicing him licking his lips and beard.

A new guy arrives.  A stranger.  The rest of these guys have been to these parties—or at least played with the hosts before.  Not this one.  “New in town,” Bruce whispers in my ear.  He is drop dead gorgeous.  Tall, broad shouldered and with perfect pecs he stands in the archway watching us.  He has sandy colored cropped hair. There is a dusting of hair on his chest and a tangle pubes above a cock that is a perfect slab of meat.

Bruce walks over and greets him.  And then the men devour him.  Mouths are everywhere on him—cock, balls, nips and ass.  He lets it happen.  He’s used to it, I’m sure.  He lets at least three men suck his cock—and then he walks to the sling.

“Can anybody fuck him?” he asks.

I nod.  “But I want to suck your cock when you pull out.”

The newcomer grins and Will gets his third cock of the night.

I let my cock be sucked as I watch.  I don’t want to miss my clean up duties.  The new guy is fucking extremely slowly—letting Will savor every millimeter of the dick.  I can see Will working his ass.  He’s squeezing that thick invader.  I know firsthand the milking potential of that hole. 

I move around and bend my cocksucker over the bed next to the sling and rim him.  This seems to excite the newcomer—he picks up his fuck pace.  The other man who’s fucked Will is kneeling on the bed--thrusting into my man’s mouth.  The fucking beside us grows even more intense.  Is he going to blow a load? 

He stops.  And he remembers.  He taps me on the shoulder.  I pull my face out of the ass and clean the proffered cock.  “Thanks, bud.”  And he pushes my face back into the wet ass I was eating.

I can no longer keep straight who is where.  It’s a free for all now.  At one point, I am fucking the man I was eating.  The other top is sucking the newcomer.  Bruce is getting head by the youngest guy there.  Two men are in Will’s two holes. 

I pull out of the ass I’m fucking and kneel to taste it again.  I rim him until he’s begging for my cock again.  When I stand up, there’s a guy in Will but everyone else has gone to the other bed room.  I hear the sounds of fucking, but I stay right where I am.  Pounding the hole I can’t keep my face out of…

*****

I fuck Will again when my bottom takes a break.  Then I investigate the other room.  The first top up Will is riding the Newcomer’s cock.  The handsome newcomer explodes inside him right about the moment I walk in.  He shouts out his orgasm—and when he calms down, he notices me.

“You felch?”

“Are you kidding?”

“I want to see you eat my load out of him.”

“Sure.”

“Sit on his face like you sat on my dick,” he says to the man who is still milking his cock.   

I lay down next to them.  The bottom switches men.  From crotch to face—from cock to tongue.  After a few experimental prods of my tongue, I am treated to an avalanche of jism.  It runs directly in to my mouth.  I gasp and gurgle and swallow.

“Eat it, fucker!!” crows the newcomer.

I do.  Every drop that drips out. 

Then I fuck in it—doggy—and lick up what I pull out with my cockhead. 

I fuck some more.

The bottom is getting tired and begs off.

I go back to Will.

Ever polite, I blow my load in the host.

The Sling In the Cellar

St. Louis—February, 2017

As I mentioned in the last post, I have been going to St. Louis for many years for work.  It’s hardly surprising that I have come to know several men there.  I love the idea of a yearly seeding.  I have written about the parties Will and Bruce throw for me each year.  This year, they weren’t sure they could do that.  So Will came up with a Plan B…something a little different.

It’s Friday night.  Dark.  I park in front of the grand Victorian.  I don’t go to the front door.  Or even to the door to the kitchen I usually use.  I am looking for the cellar.  And there it is—down some steps and under the back porch.  I knock—but I don’t wait for an answer.  I go into a dim room I’ve never seen.  And there he is.  Lying in the sling, blindfold on.  I go over and finger the crack of his hot, muscular ass as I tell him I can’t wait to fuck him.

“And you’re going to get more than my dick, boy.”

Will shivers.  I strip down and get into my jock, chaps, harness and boots.  Laundry facilities are on one side of the room, where I leave my bag.  The other wall has a shelf unit where there is a bag of sex toys.  The sling is by the stairs that must lead up to the kitchen.  I am glad a space heater is fighting the February night temperatures.  I keep looking for the man who is supposed to be here and in charge of Will.  He’s nowhere in sight.  So I just get to it.

I walk over to the reclining hunk of man.  I kneel and taste his hole.  Is he loaded?  I can’t quite tell.  I dig deeper.  He’s certainly very moist.  I dig into him.  Will groans.

“You like having me eat your hole?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You loaded, boy?  You have a nice load up your butt for me to use?”

“No, Sir.  He didn’t show.  You’re the first one here,” Will admits, adding “Sir.”

I kneel again and spread his hard cheeks apart with both hands.  I get deeper into his hole.  I stand up and insert my raw cock.

“Oh, yeah…” Will mumbles to no one in particular, his head lolling to the side.

I fuck him.  Hard.  I know he can take it and likes it hard.

I spell myself with a thick black dildo from the bag.  I add a finger on top of the dildo to the stretch of his hole.

“Break time.” 

 Still blindfolded, I help get him out of the sling.  I put a leather wrist restraint on his right wrist.  One on his left.  I turn him—then clip his arms up on the sling chains, making a makeshift cross.  The flogger is next to the toy bag.  I start slow and easy.  I concentrate on that luscious ass and lower back.  I can’t do anything too high with the low ceiling of the old cellar.

The whack of the flogger fills the tiny space.

Again.

And again.

I go in and press my crotch to his red ass and my chest to his heated back.  I hold him and whisper obscenities in his ear of what I’m going to do to him.  I twist his plumped nipples.

I unclip and get him back in the sling. 

Another toy fucks him.

My dick does, too.

I begin working my fingers into him—the beginning of my whole hand.

The door opens.  A man of about my age enters.  He is balding and is rather round.  He strips down and comes over just as my hand slips in.  The man has entered so silently, Will has no idea someone else is in the room.  The new arrival watches Will’s ass snap shut on my wrist.  He jerks quietly, getting himself hard.

I work in my other hand.

Then my dick.

I pull out and gesture for the new arrival to enter him.  He steps in and thrusts his six inches into Will.

“Oh, yeah…” Will groans in pleasure as he recognizes that it’s a new dick and not me.

We go back and forth.  The new guy loves having me clean his cock of Will’s ass juice. 

But he’s having trouble staying hard.  He flogs his meat like crazy every time I fuck—and that gets him hard enough to enter Will—but he’s pretty limp as he pulls out.

I do another round of my hands.

The guy uses a toy.

I have an early morning meeting, so I decide to wrap up my time here.

“You okay if I load him?” I ask the other top.  “You like fucking in cum?”

“Fuck, yeah!”

Will shivers again from the way we are talking over him—like he was a piece of fuck meat and nothing more.

I taste Will’s hole.

I insert.

I fuck.

Will clamps down on me—as only a fisting bottom can. 

And I exploded in his ass.

I leave the stranger a nice load to play in and go back to my motel.

Tag Teaming at the Baths

St. Louis—February, 2017

My next business trip took me to St. Louis.  I have visited every February for the last 20 or so years.  I love the men of this city.  And I have, well, “met” more than my share.  The bathhouse in town has only gotten better with a couple of different renovations that included new playspaces.  I went there on the night of my arrival.  It seemed to be fairly busy for a Thursday night.

I arrive right around 7pm.  I want to make it an early night since I have a day of meetings tomorrow.  I rent a locker.  I strip down to my jock and put my boots back on.  I tuck my travel bottle of lube into the waistband of the graying Bike.  I tuck the key into my leather wrist band and throw the towel over my shoulder.  And I am set to tour the building.

I start in the newest play area.  This used to be the (seemingly) under-used gym.   It now has a line of booths with glory holes.   Behind that, there is a three screen porn area with lots of platforms to sit and watch or play.  There is also a slurp ramp.  I stop there.  In the sucker position.  An older Caucasian man is standing dead center on the ramp above, his cock halfway stuck through the hole.  It’s slightly larger than average, sporting a small PA.  As I approach, he pushes his inches all the way out.  I take him to the root.  He sighs.  So do I.  This is the perfect warm up.  My dick gets hard and hits the plywood of the ramp.

I must be doing a good job.  He’s groaning now.  He pulls out of my mouth, not wanting to shoot.  He thinks better and sticks it back in my mouth.  In moments, he convulses in orgasm.  He shakes.  I can feel his dick swell.  I can feel the pump.  And I don’t get a single drop of jizz.  It’s a totally dry cum.   He thanks me and, I’m guessing, goes home to dinner with his boyfriend.

I walk through the video area—several men are there jerking.  I continue the circuit and pass the booths.  There is no sign of life here—no towels hung on doors to let guys know there is someone waiting inside with dick, mouth or ass at the ready.  No, my eye is on the African American daddy lounging against the wall by the entrance to this area.  His cock is hidden under a towel.  He squeezes the mound as our eyes connect.  I stop.  Maybe he says hello, I don’t remember.  I do remember his pulling me to him and kissing me, grinding his body against mine.  His towel falls away.  My cock springs out of the pouch.  We stroke each other’s cocks as we kiss.  I can’t remember the last time I kissed anyone in a bathhouse.

I break away and go to my knees.   He’s surprised I want to suck this thick, curved dick.  Then he’s happy I want to suck him.  He makes noises about not wanting to get off so early in the night.  But he doesn’t pull out of my mouth.  He doesn’t push me away or pull me up.  He keeps pumping into my mouth and telling me how good it feels.

His load is big.  He forgets to hold on to his towel and just hangs on to my shoulders as his orgasm racks him.  And the volume of jizz is huge.  Those big balls have given me a meal.

I go sit and watch the movies.   Blowjobs are traded with three or four men and I lick a hot hole hidden by an ebony bubble butt I have to pry apart.  There are now nine of us on the various seating areas—playing together.

We watch a young couple, maybe 30’s parade around arm in arm.  They are opposites—one short, one tall.  The short one dark haired; the tall one blond. 

The tall one says, for our benefit: “Let’s go to the booths.”

I hear two doors creak open and bang shut.  Guys start dispersing to let these young ones service them with mouth and ass.  I move to a different seating position so if I turn one way I can see a screen, if I turn the other, I can see who goes into a booth where a towel now marks it as occupied.  I just don’t know which of couple is behind the door in my sight line.

I watch a guy go in.   You can hear the fuck sounds—the partition rattling.

And another.

When he goes out, I go in.  I haven’t a clue who mouths my cock for a few moments.  I feel the hot mouth leave.  A hotter ass backs up on it.  I haven’t a clue which of them is impaling themselves on me.  I feel the squish of the load he just took.  But I can’t see him.  I want to hold on to his hips.  I want to slap his ass.  I pull away and let another man take my place.

I wander the circuit of rooms.  An older man who had sucked my dick in the TV area is laying on his stomach in one of the small rooms.  We have a leisurely ass eat and fuck, neither of us trying to get off.

Back in the slurp ramp, there is a small crowd.   A stunning young man has placed his big dick through the main hole.  It seems like every man is waiting their turn to suck it.  I get in line.  None of us get him off.  He tires after of it after sampling most of the mouths, including mine.  He wanders off, never to be seen again.

“We want you to tag us.”

I turn around to see who’s talking to me.  It’s the tall half of the couple.

“Sure.  But can we do it someplace other than the booths?”

He looks at me like I’m crazy.  “Is you dick as big as Stevie said?”

I pull it out of the pouch.

He looks at it, drooling from the blow job I was just giving.  “You can fuck us anywhere you want.”

“The dark area near the sling.”

He nods.  I head off there.  There is a raised, padded platform in this dark space that is the perfect height to either bend guys over, or have them on their backs.  And it’s open for all to watch us in the shadows.

They arrive.  They lie down on their backs side by side.

“Use our holes, man.  Just go back and forth.”

I bend and eat the short one.  His hole is frothy with cum.  I switch my tongue to the taller one.  He’s not as loaded, but I’m pretty sure I can taste some in his ass.  I stand up and enter the tall one, as I’d seemingly fucked the short one in the booth.  He has a great hole.  And he’s perfectly lined up for a heavy assault.

I stop and switch.  I fuck the small guy until he begs me to go back to his partner.

I tell the tall one to get his feet on the floor and bend.  I shove my cum covered cock into his hole.  “Here’s some jizz from your boyfriend’s hole,” I bark out.  “Let me fuck it into you.”

This excites the short one he bends around to kiss his partner and whisper:  “Take that cum I collected.  Let him fuck it up your butt.”

“Get down here,” I tell the short one.  He bends so they are side by side.  I pull out of the tall one and go right into the short one.  One stroke, Two.  Then back to the tall one.  Pulling globs of man seed out of the short one and redistributing it to the tall one.

Back and forth.

The small guy is beginning to fade, I can tell.

“Who wants my cum?”

“I took more loads in the booth.  Give it to him.”

I pull out of the short guy and plow into his taller partner.  My cock is coated.  I begin to unload as I slide my dick home.

The boys hold on to each other, as I pump all my pent up jizz into the ass in front of me.

The tall one knows to turn around the moment I pull out of his ass.  He licks my wilting cock until it glistens with nothing but his spit.