Not a math lesson, you tadpole. Get lost if you are
as I suspect, under 18. The rest of you slippery
hungry frogs make croak away.
This was the first time I had ever gone to a gay bathhouse. I was just nineteen, had plenty of straight experience, but no stuff with boys. I wanted to experiment with all my heart and cock, and here I was.
It was in New York City. It no longer exists, torn down for a parking garage. There ought to be a plaque there for my six cums in one night, but there ain't.
I wasn't nervous entering. I may have seemed confused because I didn't know the drill of leaving my wallet and watch in an envelope and taking the key. Also I didn't know about the different types of accommodations, locker, room etc. I chose a locker, it was cheaper.
Sexual excitement started immediately as I entered the locker area. Guys hung around with the object to grabbing new comers. They probably figured that those guys were hot to trot. Consequently, I not only got a lot of eyes on me, following my removal of every item, but some bold guys came right up to me and stroked my nipple. I liked that, but I think they thought that I would follow them anywhere after that. I mere turned slightly to the right and oops, turned right into another fresh guy who gently hand palmed my hanging balls. Well, it worked. By the time I was undressed, my cock stood out like a beacon. As I headed for the steam room, I was followed by three guys, panting behind me. Oh, this popularity was heady. I do have to say for great immodesty, that I deserved the attention I was getting. Without going into too much detail, I will tell you that I am six feet tall, ginger hair, and the map of Ireland on my face, turned up nose and generous mouth.
The guys stayed outside. I guess they didn't want to get wet from the steam. I found only one fellow there, but he was a keeper. He was a pale skinned, tall, curly haired, blue eyed, German boy. To this day, I have never met anyone more avid about making me happy...as you will see.
When I sat down, he immediately came over to me with supreme authority and cupped my chin and lifted it so he could soundly kiss me. His slippery tongue explored my mouth and brought me to a huffing and puffing state of sexual compliancy. He knew the power of his lips. He next slipped down to his knees and took my dick into his mouth and didn't suck, he had his own style, he held it in his mouth and allowed his saliva to drip over it and coat it in a wash spit. I never felt anything like that. Frankly, I was a beat away from delivering my load into his mouth, but then he put a strong hand and lifted me by my underarm so I was in a standing position. I swayed from passion. The guy was like a big dose of amyl nitrate and four cocktails. I had no volition; I was putty in his hands. Usually I was the boss, but there was strange excitement in letting someone else take the lead.
He spoke into my ear, not soft words of love, but commands, "You vill follow me to my room immediately. Vat's your name? I am Hans. Do not waste time. Be there just behind me. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
"Yessir, my name is Jeff." I said weakly. I was half afraid, and half entranced with this U-Boat captain who had captured me.
He keeps one hand firmly on my shoulder as he opened the lock on the door of his room. Inside there was one narrow bed, and on a hook was his clothing. To my horror, I realized that it was a uniform of some sort. Was he a storm trooper, or SS guard? Of course, not possible. He probably was a newly arrived young man from Europe and landed a job as a security guard on Macy's.
He pushed my onto my back on the bed and he crouched at the foot of the bed. In a moment, he spread my hairy Irish legs apart and was about to resume his fabulous blowjob. Before starting, he stared at me with his ice blue eyes and spoke roughly. "Do not reciprocate in any way. This is my style of sex. You will receive it gratefully. Do not talk. It spoils the mood."
And so saying, he dove onto my aching cock and began his peculiar motionless mouth hold on my cock, dripping saliva by the bucketful, bring intense pleasure to my cock.
I hoped he didn't mind by crooning my excitement. I was careful not to say anything, but my vocalization encouraged him to move forward so that my cock was deep in his mouth. Again, he didn't suck, but he swallowed, and his big thick tongue swept hard against my shaft each time he gulped.
I looked down at him for the first time. His body was really beautiful. I could see along his perfect, faultless, muscular back down to the rise of his buttocks. He didn't see me looking, his eyes were closed and he nursed away at my cock.
I was at that stage, just suspended before orgasm. It is the best feeling natural offers. You think you can stay like that forever, but it is a very difficult balancing act. My attempt was truncated by Hans. He let my soaked cock fall out of his mouth and he looked up at me, his icy eyes blazing with confidence and authority. "You vill now cum. You understand. No holding back, or there vill be trouble for you."
Shit, who am I to fight the great orgasm I knew was awaiting me momentarily. I just sighed with acceptance and relaxed my body and closed my eyes. If I expected a lazy slide into a comfortable peak experience, I was mistaken. My Nazi had other ideas. He began humming around my prick and slobbering and sucking with great vigor. My eyes turned inward and I began to leave this Earth. I whimpered piteous with the helpless feeling of losing all control of my body. My cock began to spew endlessly, and...I am embarrassed to say, I began farting loudly.
He didn't stop his heavy blowjob, even when it seemed that I had no more spooge to spooge. Instead to kept up sucking. Finally he slowed down and resumed his first style of holding my cock in his lips and allowing himself to spill over with saliva. My pubic hair was soaked.
Usually, I can't bear anyone on my cock once I have cum. My sensitivity is overwhelming, but his method of wetting me down and holding gently was actually calming and very enjoyable. I decided not to worry about my partner, just take the good feelings as they came, but then my eyes flew open. Something was happening that I never felt before. My cock was beginning to get hard again, not only hard, but also wanting. I could hardly believe it but I was needy for another cum.
He seemed to be a sexual savant, he knew everything I was feeling. Again he spoke to me, or rather gave me orders. "You will soon serve me more of your desirable sperm. Do not think, just feel."
He was right. In a minute I was exactly as locked in passion as I had been a short time before. My back arched and I began spewing five heavy loads. I was amazed. I figured the sex time was over and as soon as I recover, I will tie my towel on and shower and get on home, but Hans still held my cock in his mouth. He had a firm hold with this puffy pillow lips. If I made a sudden mood, I might well leave my pride and joy in this room and go home cockless.
I stayed calm, at least for a few minutes, then I heard heavy breathing. It was I. I was fast falling into another great cum. Part of me was incredulous that this would be my third explosion. I had no fight left in me. I pumped it out and he swallowed in and then licked the piss slit to be sure he hadn't missed any nectar.
I feel asleep immediately afterward, or passed out from unendurable pleasure indefinitely prolonged. I awoke with a hard on. A big one. His mitt like hand enclosed it. He moved his hand gently. His other hand was cradling my balls, He tickled the underside of them. I moaned loudly and he hushed me. "Do not be a lady boy, or a noisy boy."
He was a master at wanking. My cock was rigid and I felt my piss hole stretching in preparation of shooting. My balls had moved up so that one was on each side of the base of my shaft. He leaned down and replaced his hand with his tongue that seemed as large as a bathmat. It surrounded my prick, it rubbed and caressed it. I know I was committing a crime, but I could stop myself from groaning out, "Oh shit, I'm cuming...again!"
He swooped down and put his mouth on my, about to orgasm cock and swallowed in down so that his lips were against my reddish pubes. I then began to unload, directly down his throat. He stayed there, swallowing like a baby calf.
Well, now, after cuming I was beginning to have a less than thrilling feeling that I might never develop enough spooge to ever shoot again. I had used up a two-week supply, but was hand Hans deterred. Naw, he patted my head and gave my cheeks a heavy squeeze, saying, "You are doing wery vell, do not despair of being able to satisfy me more. I shall enlist assistance."
I had no idea of what was about, but I lie there in a weak state of sate. Then I felt the bed lift as he started to leave. I got a great very of his large, smooth, pink/white, muscular ass. His halves were so strong that they caused a separation and I see his hairless, pucker between. But it was not an ass for me, I was the sexual object...the cow to be milked. I wondered what he means by seeking help, but then I guessed as a gorgeous Asia boy stood next to beautiful Hans. Hans had his arm over the boy's shoulder. I would say that they boy was captured.
Hans came over to me and turned me on my stomach. Then he arranged me so that I was resting on my knees and elbows. A very vulnerable position, that raised all sorts of fears that I was going to be raped by a German and a Chinese prick. I was wrong. That was no Hans' intention. What his plan was became quickly evident as he pushed the pretty Asian boy's face into my ass crack. I have never had anyone touch my ass. I felt his slim, very smooth hand caress my ass checks. It was done so sweetly, so reverently that I almost hummed with good feelings. This boy was ass wise, he loved asses, I could tell. His hands acted like his eyes, learning the slopes, the dimples and testing the fuzziness that dwelt in the excitement warmed tract between the pear halves.
As he searched for the heart of my sensations, his hand became wily and insolent. Soon, though I moaned a warning, he began a rhythmic sweep, back and forth over the puckered hole. To my amazement my sphincter seemed like it was pushing out, kissing the finger that teased it.
This treatment was making my head spin. I felt like I was living the ordinary world and floating, no circling over the bed. Hans began stroking my back that had become damp from sexual excitement. Up and down, soothing yet exciting. Then he stopped.
He then slipped under me. My prick was hanging down like an utter, and my balls were swinging back and forth as I moved. He craned up his neck, puckered his lips and began to milk my waiting cock/teat. Oh, it felt so good. I began, to my surprise, to breathe heavily and my cock began to stiffen. Soon it became so rigid that it was climbing up to paste itself on my belly. He followed it, pulling it down with his lips and enveloping it in the wet warmth of his mouth and throat.
There I was being brought to the heights of animal passion, my cock dripping pre cum, my ass hole clinging to the sweet teasing finger.
This treatment kept on, never changing, forming a swaying beat. I was almost sobbing in my desire to orgasm, but my partners were too soft to produce the final push. I lifted my head up and broke the rule. "Hey you fucking pansies. Stop tinkling me. Get serious, I want to cum."
My taut seemed to do the trip. The Asian began finger fucking me with gusto, passing back and forth over my prostate. Hans began heavy sucking, allowing, for the first time, my cock to enter his gullet. Now my dick was totally enveloped and he kept swallowing rapidly, massaging me into a climatic ejaculation.
At first my body was hesitate to go over the edge. After all, I had already climaxed four times, this would be the unprecedented fifth time. But a pushed all thoughts into my subconscious and gave way to the urgency of shooting. I heard Hans moan slightly as my sweet milk shot into his mouth. Then Lee felt my anus fluttering as I came.
I marveled that I delivered a big load. I thought there was no more there, but Hans emerged, his full mouth dripping some of the cum he couldn't quite catch.
Then it hit me. I was exhausted, totally empty balled. I rolled onto my back and lay there panting. Lee, the Asian and Hans sat up and coolly lit cigarettes. They sat smoking like two social buddies, discussing me. Lee asked, "You think there's another cum left in him?"
Hans mumbled eagerly. "I haf never tasted anyting like his stuff. I must haf more."
I cried weakly, "No more please. I have to shower and go home and sleep for a week."
They ignored me. Lee pulled my red haired legs up over his slim thighs and pushed the head of his cock right into my hole, well prepared by his finger fucking. Hans lay his head on my belly, his lips just inches from my cock head. Lee began pushing in, finally his rough Asian pubes tangled with my red Irish ass fuzz. He began a steady fucking. It felt good, but there was no way on Earth that I could be stimulated into coming for a sixth time, but Lee was determined, and experienced.
"Time for round eyes to get the big gun treatment." He lifted his hand in the air and landed with a loud smack on my right buttock. I screamed in pain, but something else, and he heard it. "The boy likes pain, I think." He repeated the action on my left check."
I began crying with frustration. They had done it. My cock was preparing to spooge. It hiccupped with dry pulses but nothing came out.
"Fuck," said Hans, "The Amerikan is dried up. No more sweet cream. Hey you Irish fag, get out of here. You're no good to me."
As I laboriously got to my feet I heard Lee asking Hans, "You brought him to ejaculation six times. What fun do you get out of it?"
Hans laughed roughly and pointed to the floor under the bed. There, seen by Lee and me was a large puddle of cum. Holy shit, he must have shot each time I did.
I never came again so much in so short a time. This was the adventure of a lifetime. I continued going to that place until it closed. I never ran across Hans or Lee again.
End