ASIAN GUYS Part I.
They're supposed to be mysteriously sensual, to know all kinds of tricks. Some of them do. And they're supposed to be small. Well, I've learned otherwise.
Once, in my regular gym, there were three or four guys in the sauna with me. I was sitting in the corner, facing the others. A young Asian guy was sitting in another corner, looking at me. Now, to this day I don't know how he knew what I like, but he began to raise his knee, so that his towel was lifted up, and I had a direct line of site to his cock. The other guys didn't know what was going on, as long I wasn't too obvious in my response.
Asian guy lifted his knee up, followed my gaze, lifted it some more. And his cock is long and thick. Nothing to apologize for, nice shape, and filling out quickly. In fact, his knee goes up further, and it seems like his cock is following his knee. He's fully hard now. It happened quickly. But then he's young, probably not yet 35.
We sit there in the sauna. I look straight ahead, but of course I have him in full view. And he is now playing with himself, in a way the other guys can't see. But I have a ringside seat, and it's getting me worked up. I'm stiffening up under the towel. Luckily, no one can see me getting stiff--not even Asian guy. But Asian guy seems to read my mind. Maybe I fooled around with him before?
One by one, the others leave. As soon as the last one is safely out, Asian guy slides over to me. I get on the upper bench, next to him. I touch his forearm. He strokes my thigh. It's very sensuous. Then he grabs my dick, strokes it. I take his. It's thick and firm, turns me on. We're stroking each other. He looks at me and smiles. I love that--the mutual enjoyment of bodies.
Someone comes in, and we stop. I cross my legs, so that my hard dick doesn't poke up from under the towel. But it's someone that Asian guy knows, and he knows it's cool to fool around. So he does something which really turns me on.
My legs are still crossed, and he reaches under my crossed leg, to my dick. He starts milking it with his hand, like a cow's teat. It's not just the action or the position. It's that he can't keep his hands off, can't wait until I uncross my legs. I love that.
I love it so much that I keep my legs crossed, and reach for him. We continue stroking each other. The third guy, in whom I have no interest, gets the idea and leaves. Very polite--I'm not sure if I could have done it, seeing two guys getting hot. Then Asian guy goes down on me, sucking like crazy. I have my hands on his shoulders, on his sucking cheeks, on his face. I can't reach much more.
Then two more guys come in, and we have to cool it. The session is over. Neither of us gets to cum. But as we pass, out in the locker room, we look into each other's eyes. The look says, "Next time..."
ASIAN GUYS, Part II
This happened in a west coast bath house. I was high on Cialis and testosterone, had a hardon for six hours straight, came twice in as many hours, and couldn't get enough. Will the damn thing ever get tired? These places make me feel like a horny 18-year old.
So I've done the cruise thing. I've gone through the maze, groping and being groped. I've soaked in the Jacuzzi, soaped myself up in the shower next to a hot muscle guy, walked through the steam room, which I don't like. This bath house has no lounge where you can comfortable sit and watch porn, and watch other guys jacking. So I have rented a private room, with a TV, and porn playing.
I'm lying in my room, door open, cock pointing at the ceiling. My cock is blue-green from the reflected light of the tube. I'm vegging, mindlessly watching the mindless porn. Guys look in, sometimes wander in, no one interesting, and I discourage them with my hand from time to time. Guys are cool about rejection here. I can reject whom I want, and I can be rejected without being made to feel bad about it.
Suddenly a guy comes in. He's insistent and Asian. And he's got great muscles. He comes in, fondles me, his towel tenting. I reach under the towel, return the favor. Nice thick cock. Nothing special, just a man's hot penis, easily enough for me to be interested. He's sucking on me now, and I want to suck him. So I gesture him onto the bed.
But he misunderstands, or has other ideas. He gets on the bed, reaches over, unwraps a condom. Deftly, he slips it on me, and sits down on my cock. On it. It slides up his well-greased hole, and soon this muscled Asian giant is fucking me with his asshole. He's very, very good. He's gasping, "Ooh, ahh!" and looking up. He's shifting his hips this way and that, giving himself and me a wild ride. This is just what my dick was hoping for--someone to take it and use it just like this. I hadn't expected such a great body, though. I'm crazy about his arm muscles, his pecs, his lats, his delts. He's got it all. My hands are all over him. It's some job keeping up, because he keep shifting positions subtly on me. At the same time, my cock is getting worked over good. Just when I can't take more of one position, he moves another way. I'm going crazy myself. This is great sex--we're getting off on each other.
I reach down and grab his cock. He's not circumcised, and the head slips easily in and out of the foreskin. He must have lots of his own lubrication down there--I'm too excited to actually resolve all the feelings. But he likes my hand there, because he's stopped shifting positions. He likes how my cock is poking into him at a certain angle, and he likes how his cock is sliding in and out of my fist. And I am crazy about the feelings in my cock. And crazy about his hunky body, shifting and moving above me in the blue-green light of the TV screen. I seize on his tits, big erasers on quarter size aureoles on beefy half-moons of muscle. This guy is great.
My hands on his chest push him over the edge. His cock starts heaving, and spits hot white semen onto my stomach. His asshole clenches and unclenches. Through the condom, I can feel his squirts, rising from inside. And now I'm going to cum. The feelings are boiling up and are about to pour out of me. His cock, my cock, his body, my body, his asshole spasming, his cum spurting. It's gotten to me, and I explode, bucking my hips up, lifting his hot thick body up in the air, ramming my cock deep into his gut. He snuggles his ass down to receive it, feeling my cum. I'm lying back, hardly moving. His ass sucked the orgasm out of me.
I lie spent. He's grinning, and I grin back. I tweak his wonderful nipples, slap his massive chest, squeeze his solid bicep, as he dismounts. He wraps his towel around himself, smiles one more time, and walks out of the cubicle.
ASIAN GUYS, Part IIIa
This happened on a trip to London. They have lots of bath houses there, which they call `saunas'. This one is near Waterloo Station, under the train tracks. As you cruise, the trains are rumbling above. You know when it's 1 AM because they stop, then start again at 5 AM. I stayed all night, left in the early dawn.
One scene there was perhaps the hottest time I've had in a bath house. I was in one of two actual sauna rooms, within the maze of rooms that constituted this `sauna'. All kinds of guys there, but one of them struck my fancy. And I struck his.
This guy is not Asian, despite the title of this story. Asian guy comes later. Thick black hair, pleasant looking, not shockingly handsome. Nice fat cock, stocky, muscular body. He's stroking himself, and looking at me. So I stroke myself, then stroke him. He reaches over for me. I point with my head to the door, and he follows. As usual, not a word spoken.
He follows me out the door and upstairs. In this bath house, you don't rent a room. Instead, there are a number of rooms anyone can use temporarily. There are mattresses on the floor and little else. Clean and primitive.
So we go into one of them, and he's immediately on my cock. He's sucking it down like the last dog on the last bone on earth, making little grunts and sighs. He's on all fours, and I'm on my knees, not the usual position, but very erotic for me. I feel his back, his neck, his hair. He doesn't seem to mind, but neither is he interested in reciprocity. He's focused on my cock, and that's about it. I'm enjoying this, but the urge to reciprocate is growing a bit. So I pull myself gently off of him, and go down on his cock.
It's soft.
For a guy who's so turned on, he's got a limp noodle down there. I try to wake it up, suck the whole thing in my mouth. I'm enjoying this, but getting no reaction. He'd rather be sucking on mine--that's pretty clear.
But he wants one more thing--to be fucked. As long as his mouth is off my penis, he gets back on all fours, and waggles his ass. Nice, tight ass, a bit hairy, but well worth my interest. I'm looking around for a condom, but can't find one. I tell him, "We need a condom". Now he knows I'm American--these are the first words I've spoken.
He answers: "I don't see one." He has an accent, east European. So now I imagine he's Polish.
We can't fuck, so he goes back to sucking my cock. I love it, and so does he. He's making those little moans, He's swirling his tongue around the head. He's bobbing up and down on it. He's sucking it deep into his throat, using his throat muscles to massage me. Every trick in the book, and he loves it. So do I.
And I'm getting closer and closer to climax. As I feel myself go over the edge, I pull out. I give myself two or three strokes. He's unwilling to let me go, and dives under my cock, sticking out his tongue and licking the bottom as I cum. This turns me on big time, and I shoot immediately. Five, six strong spurts, hitting the wall of the little cubicle with a soft but distinct thud. Five or six thuds--that's how turned on I've been all this time.
After I shoot, he's on me again. His mouth is cradling my softening cock, as if comforting a child who's just had a tantrum. I, in turn, cradle his head. I like the hair on his head. After all, that's almost all I've seen of him.
I never get completely soft--that's how it is at the baths for me. But we both know that it's time to go. I smile at him and leave. He smiles back, lingers in the cubicle a while, then leaves.
ASIAN GUYS, part IIIb
OK, I promised you a sensual Asian guy, and now you'll meet him. Wait till you read about this one!
It was later that same evening. Tired of wandering around, I was relaxing in the big Jacuzzi, almost a swimming pool, which was one of the attractions of this place. About a dozen guys could fit comfortably in the water, which bubbled and glowed white and aqua.
Now usually I don't cruise the Jacuzzi. It hides the best parts of my body, and shows only my head, which is not what attracts guys. So I go there for time out, to watch the hot guys passing by, maybe see other guys cruise. And it's very hot to watch guys's faces as they give each other hand jobs under the water. It's like Andy Warhol's movie about a blow job, remember?
So I'm hanging out, relaxing, getting some rest. It's about 3 AM and I've been cruising since 10 PM. I'll be up all night, of course, and will sleep on the airplane tomorrow. I'm quite happy watching the scene and relaxing. And the water temperature is perfect.
But it's not the water that's about to heat up. Next to me, his head bobbing on the water, is a nice-looking Asian man. About my age, salt and pepper hair, and brown eyes which catch mine.
I return his look, and he moves through the water to be next to me. No flirting at all. He's sure of himself. I'm lying and half floating on the water, and he comes over, touches my thigh. Totally unexpected--both his approach and his technique. And it gets more interesting. He doesn't feel my dick. He doesn't lean over and kiss me. He doesn't grab my ass. Nothing that crude. He holds me, in the water, by my shoulders, caresses my back, runs his hands over my chest. Doesn't even pinch my nipples--which are very sensitive. Instead, he massages my pecs, feels my delts, my abs, my thigh muscles. Incredibly erotic, and my mind is getting blown. He knows just how much to squeeze, just how much to rub, just how much to tickle. He massages my feet, my calves, my thighs. He's lighting up my whole body. And he's looking at me knowingly, as if to say, "I've got you where I want you, fucker!" But it's all in good spirit. He's getting off by making me feel good.
Very good. My balls are tingling. My cock is aching. My body is aglow. I can't hope to do for him what he's doing for me--I can't even figure out what he's doing that so extraordinary. It's the timing, it's the touch. It's as if he's been living in my body longer than I have.
So I reach over and fondle his nuts. Nice low hanging balls, relaxed in the warm water. His dick is thickening, but not particularly hard--not like mine. He acknowledges the gesture with a nod, but no more. I can't figure out what to do for this guy.
But he knows just what to do for me. I'm in heaven. I'm putty in his hands. Hard, muscular putty. Tingling, throbbing putty. Bewildered and excited, but putty. He gestures upwards with his head. He wants to go upstairs with me.
Yes! Yes! Anything! Anything for those magical hands, that amazing feeling. But I'm embarrassed. I will have to get out of the water, and I'm so hard that I'm afraid to cause a spectacle. Funny what goes through your head. A spectacle? Here in the baths? Where guys suck each other off routinely, eat ass, fuck like bunnies in public? Oh, but it's my body that has to be on display this time. As if anyone could care.
So I work it out in my head, and meanwhile I'm a little softer. We get out of the Jacuzzi. Of course not one cares that I'm so aroused. Except Asian guy, who is right beside me. We wrap ourselves in dry towels and proceed upstairs.
Upstairs, we find one of those cubicles. In this one, the door closes, but there are slits, and a large glory hole, on the side, opening into the next cubicle. Shafts of light punctuate the darkness.
Asian guy is upon me again. He stands behind me, feeling my chest, my back, my ass, lightly jacking my cock, cupping my balls. His hands are greedy, taking in every part of my body. He's not really hard, but he's enjoying all this.
So am I. I try again to reciprocate. I break free of his light hold, turn around, and go down on him, lust-crazed. I suck his nice thick cock into my mouth. He's hard now, and pumping his hips into my mouth. I fondle his balls. I tweak his nipples. He responds, so I feel good about it all. But he's not going further. He's not going to suck me off, or offer me his ass--and he doesn't want mine. What he wants is his hands all over me, as if the palms of his hands were the most erotic surface of his body.
So we go back to the previous position, him behind me, holding me in a sort of full Nelson--not to restrain me, but to keep my body accessible to his powerfully erotic hands.
We notice some movement in the next cubicle. This is getting interesting. Asian guy is jerking my cock lightly with his fist, holding me in that full Nelson. He maneuvers me so that my cock, which is as hard as it's ever been, is sticking through the opening to the next cubicle. Asian guy doesn't want to suck, but he wants to see me get sucked.
Immediately, a hot warm mouth envelopes my cock. A tongue seeks out my cum vein, licks over the head, the piss slit. It's like a cool shower on a hot day. I've been so turned on, and now some relief. I'm not cumming. It's more like my dick is finally getting what it needs, after Asian guy has convinced it of its needs. Remember, 15 minutes ago I was relaxing in the Jacuzzi with no hanky-panky on my mind. Well, not a lot.
Now normally I don't like glory holes. I like to have some communication with the guy I'm sharing sex with, and even some sort of reciprocation. But I'm way beyond being picky now. I'm ready for anything. I'm not in a position of asserting my discerning taste here. I'm lust-crazed, staring down at the head bobbing up and down on my cock, a head with thick black hair. And I suddenly realize, through the mists of lust, that this is Polish Guy--Polish Guy from the last story.
He must have seen us fooling around, done something to attract Asian Guy's attention, and gotten him to put my dick through the hole. I feel great about this. My dick in the mouth of an old friend, my body in the hands of a new friend.
Polish guy has his fill for a minute, and breaks off. Remember, he's brought me off once this evening. And I came two or three times in between. I'll last a while for this round. Polish Guy gestures to me to come into the other cubicle. It's not clear, in this light, that he can see Asian Guy at all. I don't want to leave Asian Guy, so I gesture back for Polish Guy to come join us. The door is closed, but not locked.
Polish Guy doesn't think twice. He comes right in. I'm still in Asian Guy's half Nelson. He's playing my body like a cello. My dick is hot and hard. I feel like it's glowing in the dark. I've cum 3 or 4 times already this evening, so I'm gonna make this last--and my playmates don't seem to mind a bit. Polish Guy glances at me, glances at Asian Guy, surmises why I didn't come into his cubicle, and goes down on me.
Now it's a sandwich--and I'm the meat. Polish guy is on his hands and knees, his mouth pressed onto my cock. Asian guy has me behind, and is feeling my chest, my abs, my thighs, my ass, lighting up my body with the palms of his hands. With his knee, he's somehow manipulating my ass, in concert with Polish Guy's bobbing up and down on my cock.
So I'm getting all these sensations, all this erotic attention, and not doing anything myself. It just doesn't get any better than this--not at the baths. Polish guy is going crazy, slurping my cock down, tormenting the head with his gifted tongue. Asian guy has his hands all over me. Because of his knee technique, I'm like a puppet. It's like he's feeding my cock to Polish Guy's mouth.
Asian Guy pulls me backwards, and Polish Guy follows, on hands and knees, his voracious mouth not missing a slurp. Asian guy leans back against a sort of seat, thrusts me forward for Polish guy to gobble up. I'm getting closer and closer.
Asian Guy massages my pecs just so, stimulating my sensitive nipples in a certain way, and pushes me over the edge. I signal to Polish guy to pull off. He doesn't want to, and I'm sort of stuck in one place by Asian guy's hold. I manage to twist my body around so that my cock pulls out of Polish guy's mouth. But I can't jerk it myself--Asian guy has not restrained my hands really, just intervened with his, so that I can't use them to hold my dick. I have never wanted to hold my own dick so badly as during those two minutes or so. I was on fire.
And so I shoot like wildfire--my cock begging to be stroked, but impatient to spew its cum. It lands on the door, on the floor, a gob of it in Polish guy's thick black hair. After a few spurts I manage to get one hand free, and begin to pump my cock, aiming it safely at the floor.
Polish guy feels my nuts, then smiles at me and leaves. Like a good cocksucker will hold the cock he's worked on in his mouth just a few minutes after it's cum, in just this way Asian guy holds my body until it calms down. The guy is incredible. It's like he's living in my body. I smile at him, squeeze his shoulder, and leave.
Later, I see Asian guy wandering around. He nods to me, asking me to follow him upstairs again. But I'm about to leave--it's 7 AM and I've been at it all night--and besides, I'm not sure I could take that treatment again.
It doesn't get any better than that--not at the baths.