Here's an example of what goes on in gay bathhouses. This is a true story! A few years ago I ran into this black dude who gave me the best fuck of my life. It was at Rogues bathhouse in West Hollywood. Rogues had an upstairs and downstairs with the downstairs being mostly little rooms, glory holes and a large maze with mirrors you could get lost in.
I checked in about 10 PM on a Saturday night and the place was still relatively uninhabited. I rented one of the little rooms which was about 6'x10' with a mattress, mirror running the full length of the wall, and light with a dimmer. Nothing much else in the room.
After undressing I wrapped a towel around myself and went out "cruising" the downstairs to see what kind of action was taking place. As I turned down an aisle that led to the maze I passed a well-built black guy. He was in his late-20's, about 5'10" and had obviously been working out for some time. He was wearing only a pair of red gym shorts with an enormous bulge in front as they strained to keep his basket constrained. I thought I was going to cum right there and then. I walked past him and he turned and glanced back as I disappeared into the maze.
I continued cruising the bathhouse for another half-hour or so. Once in a while I would get a glimpse of the black guy at a distance down a corridor here and there. He would always glance back with a serious look on his face but then vanish into the depths of the convoluted downstairs floorplan. I kept thinking about the huge cock trapped inside those red gym shorts.
After a week out at sea, it became clear that this had been a bad plan for two reasons. The first was that I was violently seasick almost constantly. The second was N. C. O. Jake Taylor. He could have been any of the (devoutly hated) jocks-heroes from my high school: blond, arrogant, and perfect. He didn't look any older than us regular enlistees.
I had a lunch meeting with a client which lasted until about 2 p. m. The three glasses of wine with lunch had me relaxed, as well as the commitment of more business from my client. After bringing my client back to his office, I stopped at a casino to change clothes in their bathroom. I also lubed up my medium butt plug and pushed it in. It was my first visit. He shot one hell of a load.
I walked around for a while in the video booth room and there wasn only a couple of guys there looking for the same thing i was, to service some horny guy. I decided to go into a buddy booth and was sitting there for a while stroking and watching this hot guy getting banged by six guys and this guy just comes into my booth and closes the curtain.
Now I was about to shower in one of the locker rooms at work. I was conscious of my less than buff body. I'm not a blob, but I do have a little gut, and my buns while they're attractive enough and firm, they aren't rock solid. I was also the only black guy there, making me feel extra self-conscious. As I undressed, glancing around as subtly as possible, fighting off an erection.
My Boyfriend is a stud. He is a 25 year old 180 lb hunk of man who spent several years in the air force. I am 21 years old and am the object of desire of most guys and girls I know. Our sex life is AWESOME. My boyfriend is so great in bed. I remember the first time we did it.
Decided to go to the beach and bumped into Scott. The sparks start flying and I have a good feeling about this. He offers to put some tanning lotion on my back. When I feel his finger caressing my ass, I know that I am getting lucky!
First of all I am lucky that I get alot of attention from men. I have a smooth trim body from alot of swimming,dancing and aerobics in college. I have an awesome ass, round smooth and shapely. I love showing it off and knowing that I can get a man's dick to rise in their pants. At the time I was living in a upstairs apartment.
I was in my third year at a small liberal arts college in South Carolina when I met Matt; he and I shot hoops together at the campus rec center. We became good friends over the course of that year so it was no surprise to me when he invited me to go home with him for a weekend visit. Matt lived a few hours away from the college in a rural, backwoods part of the state.
Since I worked during the day I took night classes and on this night I attended my Humanities class, when class was over I didn't feel like going home so I stopped by the liquor store and picked up a six pack of beer. I went driving around going nowhere in particular, and soon found myself way out of town.
After going to and from school for a couple of months I noticed that a couple of boys that were both in my class lived only four houses from me. At first I thought they were twins because they were both in the same class with me. We finished our Junior and Senior year together and ended up being close buddies. Ed usually went his own way but Mike would hang out with me a lot.
Actually, we didn't meet, but I think we exchanged glances. I'm the shy type, so I tend to spend a lot of time in those situations with my back to the wall watching the world go by. But I definitely noticed him. Tall, thin, blond, incredibly cute, with the most amazing big, blue eyes. He was wearing a baseball cap and dressed in dark jeans and a tee-shirt.
By the time I found the place and got settled in, it was about 10 PM, and I was kind of surprised to see lots of other cars there too. I didn't think they were all there for the same thing I was, but I've since learned differently. About 10:30, another car, a big, black town car (might have been a Cadillac), pulled into the spot next to me.
I known this ever since my cousin made me suck him off when I was 15. I have a favorite place to go for this kind of activity too. Its the county court house. Our Current Events class took a field trip there one day and I discovered, quite by accident, a glory hole in the basement bathroom. I took advantage of every chance I could to go check it out.
I made a quick check, none ot the booths were occupied since it was a bit early, so I decided to just wait it out. This place had a big room on one side, no doors, and no videos, just a very dark room where sometimes guys would just let it all hang out and wait for a cocksucker to come and do his thing. As I went through the door, my eyes caught sight of a real hunk slouched in the doorway.
I went to a mens room at the end of the mall, that didn't get much traffic. The place was empty so I sat in the last stall which luckily had a large glory hole. I was sitting there for a few minutes when I heard the mens room door open. Someone came in and walked toward the stalls and entered the stall next to mine. I watched through the hole as he pulled down his pants and boxers. I said yeah.
How the hell did he let himself get all out of shape? It is bad enough being gay at 63, but being gay and fat is a death knell. So he bit the bullet and headed for the YMCA. What a great facility. The only downside was that the boys had their own locker room. That was okay because Denny didn't like the idea of being behind bars. The trainer agreed and they planned a workout schedule.
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.
Right after I graduated from high school I used to work in this drugstore. This 45 year old tall, broad-shouldered and heavily muscled construction worker used to come in and chat with me. One day we meet up after work...
I spent most of my time wandering through the maze although I bumped into mirrors many times trying to grope my way in the extremely dim light. Not many people had arrived at the baths yet and I often was alone in the twisting hallways. Deep inside the maze I made a turn and suddenly the black guy was squarely before me. I don't know why I didn't see him coming, maybe it was the dim light or maybe the arrangement of the mirrors. I stood there in front of him, almost frightened by his presence. After an eternity of seconds had passed I looked straight into his eyes. He had the same serious look on his face he had worn all night. I reached out slowly and felt the bulge in the front of his shorts. He stood motionless with his arms at his sides. I rubbed his basket with my hand and felt his dick getting hard. It seemed like if it got any bigger it would rip those shorts into tatters.
Having succeeded in getting this far I slowly got down on my knees, my towel still draped around my waist. With both hands I massaged his basket, working his dick over to one leg hole. He stood motionless as I pulled the cock head out. It was immense and I leaned forward to lick his half-hard rod.
Up 'till now we had not talked. I got back to my feet, my hardon sticking through the towel around my waist. I told him I had a room and we could go there for privacy. He nodded in approval. We wound around out of the maze and then down the hallway to the room. I opened the room with the key strapped around my wrist, turn on the light very dimly, and we went in and closed the door.
The room was so small there almost wasn't space enough for both of us while standing up. I got down on my knees again and pulled the waistband of his shorts down. His cock sprang free and I pulled the shorts down and off over his feet. Here he was, this black well-built stud, standing naked in front of me with a hardon just inches from my face. His hard dick was even bigger than I thought it would be. It looked like one of the monster dildos for sale in porn shops. It must have been a full 11 or 12 inches long and was thick in proportion. I thought how little my 7" cock must look compared to this whopper.
I grasped his cock with both hands and began to suck on the mushroom head. As I worked on his cock with my mouth I could taste his precum oozing out onto my tongue. His cock got harder and seemly bigger as I sucked, cramming as much into my mouth as I could. I was horny as hell and wanted to get fucked by this monstrosity but was not sure I could get this huge dick up my ass.
I reached over and grabbed a bottle of poppers and took a deep whiff, then decided I'd give it a try and see if he could get that big fucker up my butt. The poppers hit me suddenly and I opened some lube and massaged it over his throbbing hard rod. Standing up again I looked him right in the eyes and whispered "fuck me." Then I climbed face down onto the mattress, my ass waiting for his giant dick to invade it.
He got up on the mattress on his knees and bent over me, his dick sliding in my ass crack. I could see his body silhouetted in the mirror and smelled his sweat as he lowered his body over mine. His cock was sliding between my buns, probing for the hole to enter. I watched in the mirror as he worked at finding the entrance to punch inside and could feel his dick head pressing to invade my ass. I still wasn't sure if I could take this big dick but I had to try. I reached around and grasped his lubed cock and positioned the head right against my asshole.
We were motionless for a moment, then he pushed slowly and I could feel his dickhead stretching my butthole open. When his mushroom head was almost ready to slip inside I watched in the mirror as he shifted his weight to his outstretched arms. Then he gave a forceful push and his cock rammed deep into my ass. My butt felt like it was being split open by his thick pole and I watched in the mirror as he gave successive pushes to see how deep he was able to get it in. My ass muscles were squeezing around this fucker and I watched in the mirror as it went further and further inside my butt.
He finally got it all the way in and I felt like I couldn't go on with this big of a dick fucking me. But I took one more hit of poppers and once more whispered "fuck me." He began a rhythmic motion pushing his cock in and out of my stretched hole, slowly at first but building up in speed. I continued to whiff poppers and was lost in intense sensations as I saw this dude reaming my ass while I watched in the mirror. He was supported by his outstretched arms and the toes of his feet as he raised and lowered his body on top of me. His eyes were fixed on my ass and he watched his big rod go in and out of my butt hole.
I don't know how long we continued but as we proceeded he breathed faster and faster and sweat dripped off his body onto mine. I arched my back and positioned my butt so his dick could invade my ass to its full length on each stroke. The poppers somehow allowed me to accept this fucking as I'm sure I could never have taken it without them.
He pounded my ass with faster and faster strokes, each one pushing hard to get as deep as possible. His piston was reaming my butt and I felt my ass muscles squeeze around it, sucking it in as far as I could get it. He groaned with the exertion and suddenly I felt his cum blast inside my ass guts in a hot explosion as he gave deep thrusts inside me. Time and time again he rammed his cock as deep as he could as he ejaculated more hot jizz inside my butt. Finally he stopped, motionless with his cock still inside my ass. I felt my butthole relax now that the pounding had ceased.
Out of breath, he got back up on his knees, his half-hard cock withdrawing from my ass. I turned over on my back and my own stomach was slippery with precum and sweat. I looked straight in his eyes again and he still had the same serious look on his face. Looking at his arched dick, dripping with cum, I started to jack off, my own legs locked together by his knees and body towering above me. I knew it wouldn't be long before my own cum would be shooting all over me. Motionless, he watched me as I jacked off. Then he leaned forward, pushing his half-hard cock into my mouth while I jacked my dick rapidly. I sucked the cockhead and tasted the cum still on his cock. I knew I was going to cum and groaned in anticipation. My jizz shot against his butt and up his back as he leaned over my face and I sucked his big dick.
It was over! We both laid still for a minute or two and I realized I had never heard him speak. The few words of conversation we had had were all mine. I asked him his name, it was Leon. "Hi Leon, I'm Toby" I said. He got up and stood on the floor, reaching for the red gym shorts. I told him to wait since my cum was splattered all over his back and ass. I took my towel and wiped his back, then got down on my knees and cleaned the cum off his butt with my tongue, driving my tongue inside his ass crack to taste his butt.
He pulled on his shorts, and with the same serious look on his face, signaled goodbye, opened the door and walked away. I wrapped the towel around me and headed upstairs for the showers.
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