I was feeling especially horny last week. The stress of work and the impending the holiday season, combined with cabin fever, little play time in recent weeks and a full moon left me almost obsessed with the need to find relief with another man.
I had to go to a half-day morning meeting south of Boston and the ride down from New Hampshire was horrific. Up north a traffic jam is five cars at a stoplight. In Boston that day every freeway was a virtual parking lot. I was ready to explode. Arriving late for my meeting I was prepared to sink back and let the words flow around me while I contemplated the agonies of the dreaded the return trip north. But the meeting turned out to be surprisingly entertaining and invigorating. By noon I was filled with renewed energy -- and I was pathologically horny again.
Instead of heading north, I turned south toward Providence for an afternoon of what I hoped would be a well-deserved break for fun and play at the baths.
I pulled into the crowded, slush-filled parking lot and waded to the entrance, wondering who was inside the sprawling old warehouse play area. I paid my fee and wandered to my room, trying to get my eyes to adjust to the dim lights and the warm bodies strolling past wrapped in white towels. It looked as if there were more old trolls than anything else on this cold December day. Oh well, I sighed, at least the steam room is working, looking forward to a hot shower, a long soak in the steam, and an invigorating rub down in the sauna.
But the steam room was cool, smelled a little musty, and was completely empty. I dried off, sat down naked on the upper bench in the corner and waited for some action. The steam came hissing out of the pipe as the hallway door opened to admit a slightly overweight, light-skinned Puerto Rican man. He hitched his towel tightly around his waist and sat across the room, almost out of sight in the billowing steam.
I spread my legs a little and fondled my limp cock and low hanging balls. He glanced but looked away quickly, almost as if embarrassed at seeing my naked, 5'11", 160-pound lean, smooth body and large cock and shaved balls. He shifted nervously and glanced around the empty room. I wondered why he was here if he wasn't looking for some fun.
When I go to a bath, I'm there to have some hot man-to-man fun. I'm not looking for a long-term lover and I don't want to get married. I want sex. Pure sex. I want to put my mouth on a hard cock and have him moan as I swirl my tongue around the head of his dripping hard on. And I want him to suck me deep, lick my hole, and kiss as if the world were going to end in the next moment.
The door to the steam room opened and in waddled a fifty- something tub of lard, complete with a bald head, foggy glasses, and bug eyes scouring the room for some action. I almost threw up. The other guy immediately got up and bolted for the door as it swung closed. Old Tubby waddled over to sit about five feet from my corner on the lower bench and began to grope himself under the voluminous folds of his extra-large towel. He turned and leered at me. It was time to make an escape. I slowly stepped off of the slippery platform and dried my self off, giving the hefty troll an eyeful before sweeping my skimpy towel around my tight waist and exiting into the cold hallway.
Let's see: the sauna, my room, the lounge for a smoke, or should I wander the halls seeing what's available? I walked past the sauna and saw a sign that said: "The lights are out but the sauna is on. Watch your step." OK. Sounds different.
I pulled the wooden door open and stepped into hot total darkness. As the door swung closed I could see at least two bodies moving along one of the benches. Then bang, the door closed. It was very dark and my eyes blinked in the dry heat. The only sound was an obviously sloppy blowjob going on somewhere in a far corner. The floor creaked and I felt a slight breeze as a body walked by, his fingers lightly brushing against my smooth chest, attempting to rub my small, hard nipples. The hand slipped to my crotch and under my towel. The door opened briefly then shut; whoever it was decided not to enter, but the brief glimpse was revealing. I wasn't yet hard and this hand wasn't going to make me hard. I shivered and brushed him away - another troll let out from under his rock -- and I cautiously made my way to be closer to the heat source.
I touched the low bench and settled back, my towel now over my shoulders and my tight bare ass hitting the hot boards with a satisfying slap. Ah, that felt really good. I leaned back, the heat searing and relaxing me. I spread my legs and my left knee touched another hairy leg. I was surprised - I didn't realize I has planted myself so close to another body - but I didn't release the pressure. In fact, he pressed back slightly. Hmmm. This could be interesting.
I moved my left arm to rest on the higher bench behind me and allowed my left hand to brush his shoulder. He didn't flinch; in fact, his right leg moved closer to mine. It felt firm and young and hairy. My left hand cupped his shoulder and he gave a soft moan. I slid closer and our butts and legs collided, almost as if an electromagnet had been turned on. There certainly was suddenly electricity in the air.
His right arm fell over my leg and his warm hand caressed my thigh muscle from below. I slid my right hand to his smooth chest and brushed against his nipple - pierced by a bar and hoop. I gave it a slight tug and he groaned, loud enough to cause the background noise to suddenly stop.
He groped my now-hardening cock as I ran my hands over his upper back and chest, then into his spiked hair. He practically slid into my arms and he spun to face me. Our lips searched for each other in the blackout as our hands flitted over our torsos. We clamped on each other's mouth and sucked the wind from each others lungs, tongues dancing in and out. I inhaled deeply and groaned as his hand gripped my steel-hard cock.
I reached between his legs and felt a huge soft cock and a pair of enormous balls. They were truly a handful and his cock twitched and swelled but remained soft as we slid closer, almost on top of each other.
The door sprang open and in the sudden light I saw my new hot friend was a handsome, almost boyish-looking guy of about 35. His sleek body was slicked with sweat and his mouth was partway open, searching for my mouth. Our eyes briefly focused on each other and we both smiled, satisfied with what we saw, as the door snapped shut again.
He spun again - oh no, I thought, he's leaving! But he merely sank to his knees and swallowed my cock to the root. My head snapped back and I groaned aloud as he sucked deep and nuzzled his nose in my freshly trimmed pubes. I swam in a dark sea of pure lust for a few moments as he slowly worked his mouth and throat up and down my 7-inch rod. I sat forward and grabbed both sets of nipple hardware in my fingers and lightly flicked the hoops with my index fingers. He groaned aloud and sank deeper on my rod.
The silence of the other activity in the small crowded room suddenly changed as the other men - how many? Two, three, maybe four or five? - obviously moved in our direction. My passionate sucking friend cupped my rocks as he continued to deep throat me. I leaned forward more and reached for his still-flaccid but now impressively swollen cock. He groaned again and I almost shot in his mouth.
Some troll standing next to me in the dark suddenly shoved his large, hard cock into my face. Normally, I would have lapped him and sucked him down; but I had other things to think about as my friend licked under my nut sack and probed between my legs with his talented tongue. I sucked the troll's head briefly then gently pushed him away.
Grabbing my hottie by the armpits I lifted him to stand in front on me. The door popped open again in time for me to see a vision: a lovely, swollen, half-hard cock and a set of the most beautiful fully packed balls I have ever seen. I tore my eyes up to see his incredibly hairy belly and smooth chest before the door closed again. Was someone coming or going? I could care less. I nuzzled into this sweaty crotch and inhaled deeply; ahh the overpowering smell of man musk! I exhaled, blowing hot breath over his dripping cock, and sniffed again, holding the air in my lungs, savoring the rich aromas of his crotch.
My hands skipped around to caress his hot, hairy ass, which tensed under my touch as my mouth found, and my tongue lapped at his dripping cock head. I opened my mouth and engulfed his prick, stretching to get my jaws open wide enough to accommodate the girth. This was the dick of a champion, I thought, and my hands swam across his hairy ass to swing forward and enfold his magnificent scrotum. He pitched his hips forward and I swallowed deeply, still unable to take him all in. I wondered if anyone could take all of him?
He leaned over me and placed his hands on either side of my head, resting on the bench behind us as I bobbed up and down on his massive pole. But I was distracted; new fragrances wafted past my nostrils. His armpits were dripping wet and smelled so good. And so hot! I pulled off his cock and licked my way up his belly, then his chest - pausing to play with his nipple hardware with my teeth and tongue - before I slurped my way over to his right armpit. I thought we would both pass out as I swiped across the fine dripping hairs. We both groaned as I lapped away, getting a rush from the tangy smells and tastes of his pits. He collapsed onto me and offered his other pit, which I quickly wiped clean.
Our little private encounter was rudely interrupted by several sets of groping hands. We brushed the hands away like unwanted, pesky flies and hugged. I licked his ear, he shuddered, and I whispered, "Want to take this to my room?"
"Uh, huh," he moaned, hugging me tightly and rising to his feet, carrying me with him.
We stumbled from the sauna, trying to wrap our skimpy towels across our twitching poles, squinting in the surprisingly harsh (actually dim) light. I fumbled with my key, holding the tips of his fingers as we fast-walked to my tiny room. I dropped the key, tried again, then slid it into the doorknob and opened the door. We stepped in, almost as one being, and I saw several sets of trollish eyes leering at us as I kicked the door closed with my left foot. The lights were off - and I left them that way. The ambient light form the hallway was enough to adore my prize.
He was slim, small waist, thin, completely smooth chest with erect nipples and the bars and hoops hardware. He had surprisingly broad shoulders, a wonderfully hairy belly, a cavernously deep naval, and slim hairy legs. We both looked down at our torsos, my cock throbbing, pointing straight up; his swollen but still flaccid prick tumbling over his amble balls. We looked up at the same time, eyes glinting; his hair was short on the sides, slightly longer and tastefully spiked on top. He had a nice, friendly face.
We pulled ourselves into an embrace, grinding our crotches together, as our mouths and tongues engulfed each other. We shared our spit and breath for for at least a geological era before we slid onto the bed, side by side, humping and kissing as if it were the last thing we would ever do in this world.
He finally slid sideways on the tiny bed, gently pushing me onto my back and loomed over my pulsing dick. His tongue lapped the oozing precum from the tip before he oh . . . so . . . slowly . . . swallowed me to the root. He inhaled through his nose deeply as he reached my trimmed pubic bush. I arched my back and pushed up into his mouth as he swallowed my cock down his hot throat.
"Oh, god," I moaned as his throat clamped around my cock and he bobbed his head ever so slightly up and down. My legs shook as he withdrew and took a deep breath, and then repeated his actions.
I fumbled for his large dick and wrapped my hands around the base, swinging the hefty tip to my mouth, inhaling his funky smell, lapping at the drip of pre at the tip with a large pee hole. He responded by deep throating me again. "Arrgghh,' I moaned, taking him into my mouth as my hand pulled on his huge ball bag.
We went on like this for another geological era, shifting positions from time to time, always on the edge of shooting but withdrawing or changing tactics enough to make it last.
I flipped over on top in the classic 69 position, taking his huge cock almost all the way before my sensitive gag reflex kicked in. But that wasn't what stopped my swallowing; it was his masterful tongue licking my hot hole, pushing deep into my ass without much preliminary action.
He withdrew his tongue and ravished my hole for an hour and a day - and I loved every lick and swipe, even though I'm a dedicated top. His mouth swooping around my ass took me to heaven and back a dozen times as I lazily licked and sucked his semi-hard cock and buried my nose in his sweaty, meaty balls. I couldn't get enough of his incredible masculine smells.
I was close. I didn't want this to end yet. I pulled free, spun him around, holding him chest to chest in a hug as we caught our breath. I slowly rubbed his back with my free hand and he melted into me.
Without haste, I slipped from his embrace and gently whispered, "Lie on your stomach." Perhaps he envisioned that I would rim him or try to bury my cock in his ass. Instead, I straddled him and began a long, slow, sensuous back and body rub that lasted 20 minutes. Every muscle, every fiber was touched, smoothed, gently pressed, and squeezed into a state of pure relaxation. His breathing slowed, and I could feel his entire body melting into the bed. From head to toe, I soothed every nerve.
"Turn over," I whispered and helped him to lie on his back. Then I repeated the process, avoiding his crotch as I probed ever inch of his arms, chest, torso and legs, ending up rubbing each toe as if it were made of pure alabaster.
The room was hot; we were both sweating slightly, making us slip easily against each other. He pulled me into an embrace, my semi-hard resting on this semi-hard cock and we rocked together for a few minutes, etching the memory into our bodies and minds.
We switched positions again and I was on my back and he was on top, 69-ing again; he swallowed me whole. I was instantly hard and on the verge of shooting. He deep throated me again and again until my prick was as hard as stone and as slick as a newly caught, thrashing trout. He ground his balls into my face as my tongue lapped at his sweat. I chewed on his sack and lapped between his balls and shaven hole.
Stretching, I could see that his hole was gaping, smooth, almost polished, and twitching. I licked across the entrance, darting into the dark place. He groaned around my cock and buried me deeper in his throat-if that's possible. We pushed into each other and wanted more and more.
I ate his hole with gusto as he ground his crotch into my face and neck - all the while he was taking my cock deep into his gullet, over and over. I couldn't last much longer.
I pulled my dripping cock from his mouth and began jacking furiously, taking me to highest edge and I lapped his ass and felt his ass cheeks and belly with my roving hand. I was close; my back and legs tightened and I hunched my hips into my flying fist as he licked around my crotch.
He took a last swipe at my balls as they pulled up and then propped himself on his arms as he watched my cum shoot all the way to my neck on the first pulse. Over and over my cum flew onto my chest and belly as I emptied myself of weeks of frustration, want, desire, and need.
He spun around and we collapsed onto the bed, drenched in sweat, gasping for air, grinding our bodies together in my slippery cum. Then we kissed, deep and long, with passion but without the urgency we felt before, our tongues and lips savoring the subtle tastes of our after sex hormones.
He rolled onto his side, swiped the cum with his hand across my smooth belly, then his hair belly, and lifted his hand, palm up, to inhale the fragrance. He looked at me and we smiled at each other.
"God, I was supposed to be at work and hour and a half ago," he chided, snuggling into my arm, his nose buried in my pit. We stayed still for a moment, and then he licked my pit and looked up. "I came earlier today. I hope it was OK for you."
I simply groaned, wondering what our lovemaking would have been had we found each other earlier in the afternoon?
"I was just getting ready to leave when you walked in the sauna," he confessed. "I'm glad I stayed."
"Me, too," I gasped, kissing his eyebrows and licking his ear. "I haven't had sex like that for ages."
"Me neither," he said, slowly sitting up and running his hand across my chest, trailing a finger again through the cooling and drying cum, and wrapping his hand around my exhausted but still semi-hard cock.
"Nice," was all he said. Then he gave another squeeze, grinned and stood, hunting for his towel. "I don't suppose it matters which one belongs to me, does it?" he chuckled.
"No,' I said. "Not after all that." I, too grinned, and rose from the bed. We wrapped ourselves together again and held each other, just barely touching, reveling in the feelings of our brief union.
He raised his hands and gently pushed my shoulders, prying us apart. Neither of us wanted this to end.
"I've got to go or my boss is going to kill me," he said, grinning.
"I know. Me, too," I said, realizing that the long afternoon of intense lovemaking meant I'd hit the worst of the traffic heading north through Boston. It was well worth the price, I rationalized, wishing I lived closer so we could do this again.
He lightly slapped me on the ass and I gave him a last squeeze of his balls and ass cheeks as he slipped out the door.