I had just begun exploring the bathhouse scene in Chicago. I was 22 years old, light brown hair, blue eyes, about 5' 10, and weighed 165. It was a Saturday night in July and I was oh so horny.
I made my way to the bathhouse on Halsted. After I found a parking spot, I entered the front door. The line was long, as usual for a Saturday night. There were no rooms available so I settled for a locker. I got my key and towel and was buzzed in.
I went to my locker. I noticed several guys watching me as I opened the lock with my key. I took off my tee-shirt first. Then I removed my sandals. Finally my shorts came off (I wore no underpants). Completely naked I reached for my towel and began to make my way into the facility. My past experiences at the bath had been somewhat mundane. A few gloryhole blowjobs and jackoffs was all I had done. I was determined to make this night memorable.
I walked around for about a hour and noticed little that thrilled me. About my third trip into gloryhole room I noticed a rather large black man following me at a distance. The room has two levels. The top level has a chest level wall with holes in them. It alows men to lean over the walls and display their cocks through the wall. In the middle of the room are two small rooms which have a piece of see through glass between them. Behind the top level wall is another small walled area to escape to. The room also has a TV monitor with various x-rated gay movies showing.
I deceided to make way to the wall. I leaned over to look at the cocks being sucked below. Soon I felt someone reaching under my towel to rub my ass. I looked back and saw the stud that had been following me looking into my eyes for a reaction. I turned around again and let him continue. I watched the fuck film on the monitor as he began to finger my ass. My cock was starting to grow. I turned towards him and reached for his cock.
I was suprised when I felt his huge piece of meat. It must have been 8 inches long and cut. I rubbed it with my hand. He pre-cum dripped on my fingers. I lifted my hand to taste it. He smiled and told me to follow him. I chased after him like a puppy. He walked down the stairs and into one of the two glass partioned rooms. I followed him.
The other room had two guys in it. One small young guy, and one large older guy. The older guy was fucking the smaller guy. The top smiled as we walked in.
Because we work there we are allowed to work out after hours. Mike has no idea what I would give to wrap my lips around his hot cock and suck it until he came all over my face. Everytime I see him at the gym I can not take my eyes of off him. He is always in shorts and a tank top. I see the hair on his arms and I get an erection imagaing him jacking me off. We start with the bench press.
We had to share a double bed because of another roommate. One night, I got very daring and messaged him in his sleep. I'd never touched another guy before so I felt I was taking a real chance but couldn't stop myself. He seemed to stay asleep so I moved down to his shorts and lay my hand on his cock, so slowly. I touched him in wonder and thrill because I'd never done anything like this before.
I was hitchhiking up to San Francisco. I had hair halfway down to my ass and was deeply involved in hippiedom. I had some pot and some reds and I headed out to SF. I got a ride in Santa Barbara from this chick. Next thing I knew, we were in SF. So much for that.
We started talking but by this point I was in a really bad mood and not very talkative, and I explained this to him and said that he sounded nice and that I would like to talk to him again but I was going to sign off now. So I offered him my email and my chat screen name so he could keep in contact, but then he tells me he doesn't have a computer and that he's at a friend's house.
He's tall and thin, and very hairy, at least from what i could see of his arms and legs and what peeks out over his tee shirt collar. I met Santiago at a night class I was taking, and we became study partners. I loved being near him and sometimes I could look up his short sleeves and see his hairy armpits. He had a musky sensual scent that was arousing.
Heres my fantasy. Im at the gym getting ready to hit the showers when all of a sudden a cavalry of black guys walk in and begin to tear off the clothes revealing their hot bodies and even hotter cocks. To them, Im an outsider, being white with a six inch cock instead of these huge man mountains, all of whom have massive throbbing black members. Another black man massages my cock underneath.
He loves boots: his boots and the boots worn by other bootmen. He's also a bottom, feeling that his place in the world is on the ground servicing other men's boots. He's your average guy, 5' 10" about 180 pounds, short cropped hair, seven inch cock and in his 40's. He's also a member of several boot groups on the internet.
I had always had my eye on Adrian but l just didn't think he was interested. We were to find out that we both liked kissing, sucking, and fucking. My cock was so hard it could explode. All this action and in front of others as well.
There were quite a few people there that I didn't know or hadn't seen before which is unusual considering I come from a reasonably small town. Before I get into the party, I'll tell you a bit about me. I a 6'1" bodybuilder with brown hair and eyes. I realised early that I only had average looks so I developed my body into the muscular physique that I have today. I was simply playing hard to get.
He was wearing a jock under his trademark tattered jeans, but the touch of his hand still excited him. Without thinking, he hooked his fingers under his hidden balls and began to stroke the meaty outline of his cock with the crook of his thumb. But not today. John had some definite plans.
Men's room in the fine arts school was the site of a glory hole, where I would occasionally sit in the stall where it was and try to figure out why someone had cut a hole out of the wall at this level. After a few more trips there it finally dawned on me.
For example, I found it impossible to stand next to another man in a crowded urinal in case, well, in case. I guess it all stemmed from my mother's warnings about men who were "dirty", as she called them, men who would do bad things to boys if they could. So, I always assumed the worst, even when I was grown to manhood myself.
The steam room was my sanctuary in the house of pain that most called a gym. The bleached white towel that lazily draped over my thighs was the only image of purity that this bath house would conjure up this evening. Being so wasted from my work out, it hurt to just sit up against the back dark corner of the steaming box. Somebody had covered the harsh yellow light with a couple wet towels. One.
How could he possibly not know who he was or where he came from? He also had no idea if he'd ever done anything to get in such good shape. Long legs, tight buttocks, tapering to a slim waist and flat hard stomach. The Amnesia was not able to take away his desire for men though.
This day the weather was marginal, leaving me to wonder if I shouldn't tell my passenger that we would have to wait till morning till the front passes. Besides, he was late, and I was tired, hot, and now annoyed as well. He finally showed up, occupying the passenger seat of a tiny red sports convertible.
As soon as we entered John, (as I later learned his name to be), shut the door but did not lock it. He then removed his towel and hung it over the wall. His cock was gorgeous. I was shaking with nervousness. He just smiled. In a single motion he reached over a ripped the towel from me and dropped it on the cement ground. He then pushed me down to my knees. I looked straight at his big dripping cock.
I took the meat in my mouth and began to suck it. I thought I could never get it all in my mouth. But John wanted more in, so he began to push it down my throut. I gagged but he pushed harder. Soon he had the whole 8 inches down. Then he began to fuck my mouth. I then noticed that the two guys in the next room were really watching us. I never felt so humiliated and horny all at the same time. My 6 inch cock was rock hard and dripping. I wondered what I had gotten myself into.
Then John pulled his cock out of my mouth. He stood me up and turned me around. Then he bent me over and began to finger my ass again. Aside from dildos, I was a virgin back there. I was not sure if I wanted what I knew was coming next. He then pulled out. I heard him spit on his hand and rub his cock. Then he pushed against my ass. I was very thankful at that moment for using dildos the past year or so. Even so, I screamed as he entered me.
After a minute or so I got used to it. Then he began to fuck me hard. I looked and saw the top in the other room looking at John and smiling at the fucking he was giving me. It was then the door opened. I tall thin man looked in the room. I waited for John to tell him to leave, but he instead motioned him in. The guy walked in, shut the door and dropped his towel. His dick was about 7 inches and uncut. He placed his dick in front of me. I turned to look at John and smiled at his bathhouse hoar.
I began to suck the new stranger as John pounded my ass with his cock. I then noticed that the room had small holes in it. Many guys were watching me suck and get fucked.
I began to sense that my two new friends were nearing climax. So I reached down and started playing with my own dick. My precum was dripping on the floor. The guy in front of me began to tense up and grabbed my head by my hair. Then his cum started shooting into my mouth. It tasted so good.
Next I could feel Johns grip on my hips tighten. He screamed and I felt his pulsing cock explode up my ass. It was to much. I started shooting my wad all over the other guys legs and feet.
The smell of cum was all over the room. I looked back and John pulled now shrinking dick from my ass. Cum was dripping out of my hole. He pointed at the mess I had made on the other guys feet and told me to clean it up. I leaned over and licked up my own cum. This caused the guy in the other booth to pull his cock out of the ass he was fucking and spray all over the glass.
John picked up my towel and cleaned his cock with it. Then he threw it at me, laughed and left. The guy whose cock I sucked left too. I made my way back to my locker with my cum and shit covered towel wrapped around me. I noticed other guys smirking at me as I dressed. I never felt so satisfied in my life. I knew my place was as a bathhouse hoar.
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