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Gay Bathhouse, Part 2
I went up to the rooftop, it was not too hot, and sat down in a beach chair on my towel, so all I had showed. A few guys cruised by, and got their own beach chairs, a guy sat down next to me. He was maybe 6'6", big limp cock, small balls, decent body but not built like an athlete, dark hair, lots of it on his chest and belly, and bush, uncut.
"You be here before?" he asked with a thick Slavic accent.
"No," I said, "this is my first time here. Where are you from?"
"Budapest, in Hungary, I am student here for one year at University. We are all gay here?"
"More or less," I replied, "some like me are bisexual."
"You fuck the women, also?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied.
"The cunt, you say, does not like me, the arsehole, he does. My arsehole likes the cock. You want to fuck?"
"Not now," I replied, "I just fucked a guy and need to rest a few minutes to get it going again."
"What means `get going again'", he asked.
"Getting the cock hard again," I replied, flopping my limp cock around.
"I fix that," he said, and proceeded to go down on my limp dick. He was a great cock sucker, he played with my balls, nice and easy, and just rubbed my taint, really lightly, and then began to finger my hole, with some spit on his finger, and I started to get hard again.
I gradually got hard as a rock, meanwhile we had attracted a small crowd, one guy took out his phone to take a picture, I said, "No way dude, you want me to throw that thing over the edge of the roof?"
"Oh, please don't," he whined. It was the twink from the dark room.
"Well, get the fuck out of my life," I said. And he did. I like women. I like men. I do not like men who act like women, and, for equal opportunity, women who act like men, for sex, that is. As friends, all are welcome.
Anyway, the Hungarian and I went to his room and fucked. He was very limber and could pull his legs way up beside his head, his big uncut cock between our bellies or just lying there, condom, of course, and I pounded him until I came, he didn't, but said that was OK, he wanted a few more guys before he was done for the day.
I took another shower, paying special attention to my ass, my cock, and my pits.
And then it was almost 8 PM so I went to my room, 212, and waited for the desk clerk to show. At precisely 8 PM he knocked on the door, I let him in, and we kissed. I found out later that guys do not usually kiss at gay bathhouses, and they don't talk much either. But we did. We made out on the bed, naked, cocks rubbing, he had a half hour off, and did a little of this and that, 69, frottage, cock in ass crack with lube, each way, and finally he wanted me to fuck him, I could, and I did. We went at it really slowly, a variety of positions, doggie, missionary, me on my side, scissors, which is my favorite so I could suck on one of his nips and use my hand on the other, and he had both hands free to JO. His alarm on his phone rang, "Five minutes left on my break", he noted. "I get off at midnight, he said, "Will you still be around?"
"No," I said, "I am about done for the night, I have to be on the road to Chicago tomorrow morning, early, but it has been great." He got dressed, we traded text numbers, and kissed goodbye. And I took another shower, put towel around my neck, and walked down the hall, my still half hard dick swinging back and forth, and attracting more attention. But, I was done, cleaned up, and went back to my motel room. And yes, I JO'd to the memories before I went to sleep.