I was outside of San Fransico on a business trip and after business meetings I was tired and my muscles were tired and I saw a bathhouse all it said was Sauna.
As I went inside the building the attendant said for me to strip naked in the locker-rooms. I went into the locker-rooms and stripped naked and put my clothes in the locker. The only thing insight was a towel on a hook outside of the sauna rooms and seeing everybody was men I just shrugged my shoulders. What I didn't know was this was a bathhouse for gay men.
I walked into the sauna or steam room and I sat down on one of the benches.
I was sitting down on one of the benches when a man in his 40's sat down beside me and I stole a glance at his waist and down and I couldn't believe his cock. His cock at soft had to be 7."
He'd just come out of a hardware store and was obviously heading back to his car, ordinarily I reckon we'd both have pretended not to have seen each other but it was clear to both of us that we were leaving. The only connection between the two of us was that we lived in the same street, I shared a place with my sister and Con lived with his parents a few doors down from us.
Darling her. But it was now over 6 years that I had hidden it from her that I am gay. I mean bisexual. But to me it was the same. The unimaginable thrill of homosexuality could not be missed out. I have this one life and I must, must experience a juicy homosexual relationship before I die. It is simply too dear for me to miss out. She gifted me her bisexual boyfriend. We met alone once.
. . you know the type. Most of the guys were kind of sexist and such (although, don't get me wrong, I liked them all, and none of the guys were 'bad guys'). The problem was that, as a closeted homosexual, I did not fit in to their crowd.
You know the one - I think it was started by some dude named Craig. Just for kicks ('cause I'm straight) I opened the postings for men seeking men. Thought it would be funny to see what the local queers were up to. There was a posting on the site for a glory hole. He showed enough reluctance to convince me he was a virgin to this kind of thing.
I was going to UCLA and to make ends meet, I was working at a market. Although I knew I was gay, I had never had any experience. Sexually I didn't even know what guys did to each other. Guess I came from a very sheltered home. After working for a couple of weeks, I was assigned to the night shift.
We had been here for over six months, and there wasn't even a hint in the air that any of us would ever be relieved or furloughed within the next hundred years or so. It was a tense situation. We knew that at any moment we could be involved in a scuffle or a war. That we could even get bombed. We were just sitting ducks out here.
He said in a stern voice," I locked the door and I have the key and I need fresh meat."
He was real close and he started playing with my cock. He said," Get up and put your hands on the bench and spread your legs. Are you a virgin?"
I said," Yes."
I stood up and bent the way he wanted.
He said," This ass is very fuckable. My cock is 9" long and 3" thick. Go ahead and scream this room is sound proof."
I felt him shove his cock in my ass, all at once and I did scream. He rested on top of me and after my ass adjusted he pulled out and than shoved it back in.
He pumped my ass for an hour and than he shoved his cock deep into my ass and I felt his cock buck and flood my ass with his cum."
He stayed on top of me until it softened and popped out of my ass.
He stood me up and stood me over a drain and excess cum dribbled out of my ass and down the drain.
He said," Your ass was so nice and tight."
He unlocked the door and walked out the door.
Well I did finish the business trip and went back home but I will sometimes think and sometimes I will cruise the internet for a cock to suck and be fucked. I haven't turned all the gay but I am definetly a bi-bottom.
I took a gander at the pictures of rent boys to see if there was a guy I felt I could be with. Jason was so much like Kev, you could almost say he was a double. On meeting Jason at a destined place he was curious to know how I found him, when I said he was furious because he had given up being a rent boy a year back.
From where i come from you don't really see that many people on the streets after dark. I finally ended up with a hotel room close to Grenwich village; a place that i finally thought i could find a safe haven in the gay lifestyle. I checked into room 934 so i could grab a shower, something i needed more than anything at the moment.
My reasons for abandoning the Noble Art were that I was leaving school, starting a good job on the Stock Exchange and was fed up with a life which was limited to studying and training. My last fight was to be against Errol Collins, a black guy who I had fought on a number of previous occasions.
It's hot, it's steamy, and above all it's sexy. The barman is hassled though, too many customers and the bar is too small. He should have had help tonight, but the other barman has called in sick again. There's not a lot he can say. It's to be expected. Some people think he's quite cute, fuckable. But he's not interested in picking-up tonight. He's got a sore arse from last night. He told me.
I always liked being naked. My mom still tells stories about how at the age of 2 thru 6, she couldn't keep me in clothes. As soon as she would turn around, I'd be bare ass and running out the door. When the family went to the beach, I thought it very natural to strip naked and run into the cool water.
His head was pounding, his arms and legs were sore and the wounds from fighting with Aranoble's guard still echoed over his chest, back and neck. It hadn't been a good night. Groaning, the young man sat up and rubbed his long expanse of soft, brown hair out of his eyes.
I was taking the subway home, and found myself alone in the subway car. It was 2:30am and at the next stop, a thin guy in his 30's got on and sat across from me. He was wearing a tee shirt and gym shorts. As we rode, I looked him over. He had hairy legs and from the way he was sitting I could look up his shorts and could see his cock resting against his leg.
It looked as if it was about to rain, in fact, pour. I had a very slow piano piece on the stereo and I was looking at the vase of gladiolas, remembering briefly what it was like to be not alone. I tipped my head back and watched the last of the faint sunlight slide across the ceiling and out the window. I closed my eyes to enjoy what little was left of the quiet day.
Lately I had been spending as much time on my asshole as I had been working on my cock. There is nothing sweeter for me then when I finger fuck myself and I had been using the long, cock sized handle I had taken from a small garden tool.
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