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If this story isn't as exciting as you're used to, that's probably because it's completely true.
Bath House Adventures Part 2 By sysiphuswyeast
Interlude. Late one night in May.
I was lying on the bed, playing with my dick when he came into the room. He reached out and wrapped his hand around mine. Then he gently pried my fingers away and started stroking my cock with both hands. He held my balls and the base of my cock with one hand, and firmly fisted the shaft with the other hand, pulling his hand from the base until the head popped free from his fist. Over and over, he milked me.
I reached out and ran my hand over his dark, smooth, hard torso. The skin was warm and silky, and felt very good to my touch. The small nipples grew hard as I flicked at them with my fingers. The towel around his waist concealed his genitals, but I could feel a firmness as he leaned against my leg.
Then he paused his milking of my cock and bent over to take a taste. I felt his hot breath on the swollen head of my cock. Then felt his hot tongue, swirling around and around. His fist pumped the base of my cock and his head bobbed up and down over the top part. The gentle scraping of his teeth below the head of my cock sent exquisite shivers down my spine. I probed at his towel until it came loose, revealing a medium-sized semi-hard cock that grew quite thick toward the base.
He pulled his cock free of my hand and climbed up onto the bed, lying between my legs to get a better angle on my cock. I ran my fingers through his thick hair as his head bobbed up and down on my engorged member.
He scooted forward onto his knees, allowing me to reach his cock again. It hardened in my hand. As I ran my thumb across the soft spot below the head, I was rewarded with a small flow of pre cum. Fumbling with his towel, he produced a small object and held it to his face. From the bitter odor, the glazed look in his eye, and the glistening moisture on his lip, I knew that he was doing poppers.
Again he pulled away from my hand, arched his back, and made as if to sit on my cock.
"Not without protection," I said, grasping his waist and pulling him down onto me so that his asshole rested on my pubes instead of my cock.
Looking up at that smooth lean torso, shaking with sexual desire, I couldn't help taking a taste. Leaning forward in a long stomach crunch, I reached out with my tongue and flicked his right nipple. Then his left. Then ran my tongue across his chest, tasting and kissing as I explored. Taking the cue, he leaned down and sucked on my left nipple for a while, and fingered the other one. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged our hard bodies together. His cock rolled back and forth between our tense bellies. I kissed the side of his neck and felt his arms snaking around my back. We rocked back and forth in a long hot hug. My hard cock was bouncing against his buttocks.
After a time, I disengaged and stepped off of the bed to get a condom and some lube. As I rolled on the condom and fisted some lube onto it, he swiveled around and draped his body face down over the edge of the bed, presenting me with his ass. I fingered some lube into his crack and probed his hole with a finger. Two fingers easily slipped inside, so I pressed the head of my cock against his hole. With a little pressure, the latex-clad head of my cock popped into him. I paused as he let out a little groan. Then, in one slow smooth motion, I sank deeply into his guts. I paused again briefly, then grasped his hips and pulled his ass onto me to sink the last inch inside. We both groaned. His ass ring clamped down around the base of my cock and my cock answered with a surge that felt as if it were growing larger and harder inside of him. I started fucking in and out, pulling back until just the head of my cock was still pinched by his hole, then slamming my hips forward to drive the shaft in to the hilt. Sweat began to trickle down my back.
He stood up and reached back to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his chest. It felt as if his light body were almost hanging in air, suspended on my hard cock. Then he pulled away from me.
"Get up on the bed," he whispered. He wanted to go for a ride.
Well, I aim to please, although being ridden isn't my best position. It's a little too passive and difficult to stay hard, late at night. I laid down on my back, and he climbed up to straddle me on his knees. Then he grabbed my cock, and guiding it with his hand, impaled himself on my shaft.
For a moment, he held his body very still. Slowly, he reached back for another hit of poppers. I tried not to let it bother me.
I stroked his cock with one hand and ran my other hand over his chest. He threw his head back in ecstasy and started rocking his hips back and forth. He pushed my hand away and took over stroking himself as he bucked back and forth and up and down on me. I put both hands on the sides of his chest and helped to lift him up and down for a while. To keep myself erect, I needed to get in the game, so I started arching my back and thrusting up with my hips. We humped away at it for quite awhile, but eventually my cock slipped out of him, only half hard.
I stood up, re-lubed and stroked myself back to hardness. He laid down on his back, swiveled around until his ass was hanging off the edge of the bed and lifted his legs into the air. I stepped up and grabbed one of his ankles with one hand and guided my cock to his now-gaping hole with the other. Once parked, I grabbed both of his ankles and thrust all the way into him in one go. His legs weren't quite long enough to drape over my shoulders, so I hugged them to my chest and started jack-rabbitting his ass. He stroked himself, letting out a little moan each time I slammed his ass. I put my hands under his ass and lifted it to a better angle, and he wrapped his legs around my waist. My sweat was starting to run down my back and chest again. His sweat was starting to bead up on his chest. I pounded and he stroked away to the beat of the music that was playing. Every time I looked down to see my shaft sliding in and out of his hole, I got a thrill that caused my cock to throb and twitch in mid thrust.
After a short eternity, he moaned, "I'm gonna cum..."
I picked up the pace of my thrusts and let myself build toward orgasm.
"Aaagh! Aaaagh! Aaagh!" he cried, as jets of creamy cum started shooting out onto his stomach.
The pressure of his ass ring on my cock doubled or tripled. It felt so incredibly tight and twitchy! I let myself rock over the brink, and felt the slick warmth of my cum start to fill the condom as I pounded the tight ass in front of me.
When my vision cleared, he was panting and twitching as small drops of cum continued to drip from his cock. I reached down and gently grasped and stroked his scrotum between thumb and forefinger. I knew from experience that it must be ultra-sensitive at this point. Each tiny stroke of my thumb on his balls caused a huge convulsion in his chest. With the other hand I reached out and stroked his chest and stomach, massaging in the puddle of warm cum.
As his breathing slowed, I gently lowered his legs, and slowly pulled my softening cock out of his hole. After stripping the condom off into a towel, I gently massaged his torso with one hand and his cock and balls with one finger, as his thumping heart slowed.
After a quiet moment, he sat up and wrapped his arms around me for a long hug. His cooling seed lubricated our movements against each other. Then, after a short kiss, we thanked each other, picked up our towels, and headed for the shower.