Author's Note:
If you are expecting the usual M/M romance, where they meet, there is a misunderstanding, they part, somehow the misunderstanding is explained, and they live happily ever after, this is not that. This is primarily a set of short stories, and if you are expecting a New Yorker short story with three movements, this is not that either. This is just a more or less chronological set of stories about one young man's experiences, keeping in mind, it is fiction, not fact. Keep in mind, too, the current reputed prohibitions about publishing anything about sex concerning people under the age of 18, certainly pictures, and maybe the written word, even though the actual age of consent to have sexual intercourse is lower in 39 states, and in some of the states where it is 18, it is lower depending on the age of the other party, and in some states the age varies depending on the sexual activity, so nothing takes place here with anyone being under 18. Note as well, the protagonist is bisexual, and his heterosexual adventures are not contained here either.
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Chapter 2: Gay Bathhouse, Part 1
So, I found it on line, had supper and went at about 6 PM. You had to be 18, the guy at the desk asked if I had been there before, I said no, and the guy said that they were not busy yet, and offered to show me around. He asked the other guy at the desk to mind the store and I got buzzed in, got my towel and room and lock box key, and off we went. I was still wary of being ripped off, somehow, or otherwise harmed, given the reviews of the two such places in Phillly.
It had a small gym, just enough to get pumped up if you were into that, (and, he said, also to satisfy the licensing board that it was a "gym") a gang shower, a steam room, a lounge with a big TV showing the news, not porn, some vending machines, and two floors of rooms. He asked if I knew the routine, I said I did not, and it went like this:
"My name is Steve. Are you a top or a bottom?" Steve was about 5' 6", lean, well-muscled like me, nice bulge in his tight white shorts.
"I am a top for fucking, but both ways for everything else two guys can do, but not into scat or being pissed on.," I replied. "How about you?
"I love to suck cock and rim ass, and then get fucked," he said.
"I bet you get plenty of action working here."
"Not as much as you would think, I am pretty particular who I play with, and, after about 8 pm this place is so busy I can't take the time from working. There is usually a surge between noon and 1:30, mostly married guys taking a long lunch."
We got to room 212 on the second floor, "Here is your room, " he said, unlocking the door. "Mind if I come in?"
"Don't mind at all, " I said.
He closed the door, showed me how the TV worked, put on a hot gay porn movie, and said, "You need help with anything else?," looking at my now big bulge. He had a big bulge, too. "I have about ten minutes to get acquainted. How about we both strip." So, we both did, both cocks standing out in front of us. We grabbed each other and slowly worked them. He was uncut, and had a very long foreskin. "You ever dock with a guy?" he asked.
"No, but I always wanted to try it". He opened a packet of lube and pulled his skin back. His cockhead was purple, mine is pink. He put lube on his cockhead and skin, pulled the skin forward and over my pink cockhead. He then held them together and pushed forward so my cock head slid in next to his inside his foreskin. It felt tremendous. He made groaning noises, like I rarely heard from a guy.
I was ready to cum, but did not want to yet, I had paid good money for the place and wanted more adventures before the day was over. I said so, and he said he really needed to get back to work, but he had a break at 8 PM, and if I was still around, maybe we could play some more.
So, I had been introduced to the gay bathhouse by the desk clerk, and now it was time to roam. I knew I would be able to get off at 8 PM when the guy who showed me around would be on his break, and I knew I had at least 3 loads in me so I could spend two of them, after all, I was 20, and in my sexual prime. I had learned how to edge from a college professor, more about that another time, so after the first shot of the evening, I knew I could go long.
In case you missed the first story, I was a college boy, on my way from Philly to Lexington, WY in my 15 year old Toyota pickup, to work on a ranch owned by the uncle of a college friend, for the summer. I am bi, blonde, 6', 7" cut, 185 lbs., an athlete, varsity baseball, good enough for Division 1, but not the Majors, so in good shape.
So, I wrapped my towel around my waist, cock still semi-hard after my foreplay with the desk clerk, and ventured out into the hall way from my little room. I took my time, seeing what was there. A few guys had their doors open, ass up or cock up, depending, sort of, on what they wanted. The ass up guys, clearly wanted to be fucked, the cock up guys could be anything. They were all ages, and races, and degrees of fitness or not. I took my time, sort of edging as I walked and took in the sights.
And, there were guys strolling in the hallway as well, some giving me the eye, some avoiding my eye, some grabbing their crotch letting me know they were interested, some not. A few were old enough to be my grandfather, some of them with saggy tits and saggy bellies, not my cup of tea, a few were in really good shape, from the neck down, in the dark, you would have no clue as to their age.
I went into the dark room, immediately hands were on my cock, my ass, and my pecs. It was so dark that I could not see anything, but, once one's eyes adjusted, you could see enough. I felt a guy sucking on my cock, I pushed him off, saying, "Maybe later, dude, I just got here and want to last a while," and found myself repeating that while my eyes adjusted. What felt like a dozen guys when I first went in were actually only 4.
One Black guy with a down hanging cock, bigger than mine but not much, with an average body, one Asian or part Asian guy with a small cock, standing up at a 45 degree angle, one old white guy with the saggy ass and saggy tits and a saggy cock, and one twink with a small cock and very active hands, he was the first one who tried to suck me off. I repeated my "Hang on guys, I just got here," to all of them, and proceeded to work my way around the very small, very dark room, and explore each of them, including the old saggy guy, so he would not feel left out.
The old saggy guy had a very fat cock and enormous balls, once my hand was on it, it stiffened up some, "Suck my titties, son," he said. I was not sure, but, I love titties, male or female, and so latched on to one, it was like sucking on a woman's, and I immediately felt his cock get bigger and harder in my hand. "Don't stop, don't stop," he begged. The twink got down on his knees and took my hand off of Grandpa's cock, and sucked it. The Black guy then took Grandpa's other titty in his mouth, Grandpa groaned, and after about a minute, came, the twink let go and let the cum coat his face and chest. There was a lot of it.
The Black guy then high fived me, and said, "Want to come to my room?"
"Sure," I said. I was as hard as a rock, my cock standing up at 45 degrees, just like the Asian guy's.
"Can I come, too?" asked the twink.
"Maybe later," I said, that being my constant answer to my admirers. I turned out that there were not many young guys there that early, especially on weekdays, and I was a prime attraction.
So, the Black guy, who was really black, no coffee with cream colored skin, told me his history. He had done the DNA thing and was totally Black, no white or other non-Black genes. His parents had come from Jamaica where there was not a lot of white/black racial mixing compared to the US where white owners of black slaves produced a lot of mixed-race people.
He had a medium build, and his cock got full, and very heavy, but not hard enough to stand up on its own. He apologized, but I did not care, since I was not into being fucked. Turned out that he was, and we played with each other, his cock was hefty, but not rock hard like mine. His balls were small, hairless, as was his ass, shaved he told me, and asked if I were ready to fuck. I was!
"I just cleaned out," he said, "There is a shitter with a douche attachment in the bathroom on the first floor, you ought to try it, it feels really good, and it cleans you out really good, too. You just need to relax your hole enough to get the water to jet in, and let it all drain out."
I put on a condom, he got on his 4's on the bed, and lubed himself and me up, and the old hardon just slipped in. "Hold a second, until I get used to it," he said.
I held. "OK, lets go, slow at first. How about a reach around?" he asked.
"Sure thing," I responded, holding back my instinct to just fuck the hell out of him, I reached around an got his heavy cock in my right hand and jerked him slowly while I fucked him slowly. We fucked for maybe 10 or 15 minutes, slow and steady, and oh so good for both of us. We both came, him first, and since his hole clamped down on me, I came hard and heavy in the condom.
"Ah, man, you are good," he said, "You come here often? I'd like to fuck with you again, and I am married so I can't bring anyone home."
"I would," I said, "but I am on my way to Wyoming for the summer, but maybe I could see you on my way back. He produced his receipt for the bathhouse and put his email address on it for me.
I went to the gang shower on the 2nd floor and cleaned up.