I have written a number of stories for nifty, but so far all have been fictional. Up until now I felt no need to write true stories, and truthfully, I had few stories to tell. This particular incident felt good enough to share. It isn't a very long story, but it is real.
Reno Bathhouse
I was nervous and not so sure I wanted to do it, but I went. A place in Reno, Nevada that is clean and well taken care of. A gay bathhouse with private rooms, two glory hole rooms, a steam room, and more.
I was taken there by a good friend of man named Bobby. He was more than a friend, he was a fellow bisexual married man, who had allowed me to accept my bisexuality, and had also been the first man I had been with sexually in years.
By the time Bobby and I went to this place in Reno, he and I had already been together a couple times. He took me and another friend of his in hopes of showing us a good time and getting us to loosen up.
I walked around for a bit, both with Bobby and alone. He introduced me to a another man he had met there. We all played together, but that is a story for another time.
I ended up in the room where two televisions were playing gay porn. I sat my towel next to me and started to play with my cock. Though I had never thought I was well endowed, Bobby, and other men I was with, assured me I was. My cock was only six inches long, but it was thick. My wife measured it once with a measuring tape and it measured six inches around, a diameter of 3 inches.
I was watching the fuck flick and stroking my cock to make it hard. Men came into the room some looking at me or the other guys. Two guys across from me started playing around and one started sucking the other's cock. I couldn't get a good look, but enjoyed what I could see. A short while later, another two guys who had come in together started messing around. One guy sat down on the other's cock and they fucked for a bit.
I was getting ready to leave the room and walk around some more when a guy walked in and stood across from me. He got my attention right away because unlike 99% of the other guys in the place he was wearing a t-shirt. The white towel all the guys there had was wrapped around his waist as well.
Another guy sat next to me watching me as I played with myself. I was thinking he might be making a move in a minute, when the t-shirt guy came over and grabbed my cock instead.
I immediately let go of myself and t-shirt guy, I never got his name, but I'll call him Joe, began stroking my cock.
"Damn, that's a nice cock," Joe said as he kneeled down on the floor, took my cock into his mouth and began sucking. It soon became evident that this guy knew how to suck a cock. It was incomparable to anytime my cock had been sucked before.
He sucked me for awhile and then told me he could go on forever. I told him to go for it. The guy sitting next to me agreed with Joe that I had quite a good cock. Joe also commented that I was "so cute, too." I could tell the guy next to me wanted a turn at my cock, but Joe wasn't letting go. Since he wasn't gonna get a turn, he ended up standing next to me and I played with his cock. He didn't have the biggest cock, but it was fucking rock hard.
Joe continued to suck, occasionally taking my cock out of his mouth to look at it and stroke it before sliding back into his throat. It was fucking heaven. The reason I didn't cum had nothing to do with him not being able to make me, but because I didn't want it to happen, because I didn't want it to end.
Most of the time I watched as Joe's head bobbed up and down my cock, though I occasionally leaned back to close my eyes and just revel in the sheer ecstasy of it all. I also occasionally watched the fuck flick on the tube, but honestly I don't remember what was going on there. Bobby poked his head in every once in awhile to see how I was doing before taking off to do his own thing again.
Joe told me that if I wanted him to stop all I had to do was tell him. I said I'd let him know, but I was in no hurry to leave. He also shared that his record of sucking cock was six hours. I believed it. He referred to himself as a cock worshipper and asked me where I had been all his life.
His tongue was fucking incredible. My cock stayed in his mouth most of the time. There wasn't any licking the outside of the shaft and sucking on my balls, not that I would have minded, but my prick stayed in his mouth as he slid up and down on it.
The guy who had been sitting next to me came back and sat down again. He was stroking his cock and hinted that when Joe was done with me he had a load for him as well. I don't think Joe was interested, because he never stopped sucking me. The guy eventually stood up next to me and put his cock in my face. I started sucking it as Joe continued to suck me. I sucked the guy off and he shot his cum into my throat. Then he was gone and it was just Joe and me again.
Joe was amazed that I was letting him suck on my cock for as long as I did. I was amazed at my own ability to hold in the cum.
Unfortunately, I never got the chance to finish it with Joe. He got up to take a piss break and I saw that Bobby and his friend were dressed. It was time for us to go. I tried to find the guy to say good-bye, but I didn't. I would have loved to at least exchange names, but I don't know that he would have wanted that.
It still gets me rockhard thinking about him sucking my cock. He was a good looking man and I won't ever forget him.
Hope you liked my story. I love feedback and comments on all my stories. Feel free to email me. If you want to here the other story of what happened that night, before Joe got hold of me, let me know.