I'm Gonna Make You My Bitch

I'm Gonna Make You my Bitch

By Billy Jay Dee (Based on the true experiences of a bisexual married man.)

I just felt like going to a bathhouse. Both my "regular things" were momentarily out of the picture anyway. Besides, what I needed was repeated fucking by thick dicks protruding from hairy bodies.

I cruised the Eagle a bit before hand to get inspired by the groping bears and buzzed on the cheap beer. Then off to Club Z. Thursday nights you don't expect to see many guys out, so the abandoned look of the locker room didn't worry me.

I went to the third floor checked the rooms with doors ajar, glanced in the empty play room, checked out the second floor then settled in the video room. A stocky blonde follows me in. As I'm checking out the action on the screen, he's checking me out. What he sees is a pale skin bottom standing 6'1". I've been working out and it shows in my reduced waistline. I was wearing a moustache beneath my blue eyes and gray hair. That was about it. My towel slipped way to the carpeted bench I sprawled on when I reached for my stiff six incher. Did I mention the video was good?

When I turned to look at Mike, the blonde, I saw the most serious countenance beneath his gray eyes. I also saw the soft blonde hair covering his body and the hard red cock thrusting out of his towel.

"Need some help with that?"

"Sure," he said enthusiastically with the shortest of smiles.

He slipped around me and sprawled out naked. I went to slurping on his smooth, clean rod and virtually hairless balls.

"Yeah, suck it."

I swallowed as much of the shaft as I could a couple of times and then went licking its length and tickling his tight balls with my tongue. My middle finger worked its way into his hairy crack. When I started tapping at heavens door, he hitched his ass out of range.

"Get on your knees," he ordered as he swung his feet to the floor and scooted his ass forward on the bench. From this position, I could check out the two stocky fellows who'd been watching us. The closer caught my eye cause he was smiling. The cutest honest smile, a patch of dark hair on his broad chest and a little goatee just under his lip. We made a lot of eyes.

"You want it in the ass?" Mike asked. "Stand up and turn around."

I bent over in front of him, keeping my long legs straight and bracing against the floor with my fists. Mike alternated between rolling the condom on and fingering my hole.

"Lower you ass," he with a slap to my left buttock.

He liked slapping my behind. He slid in easy enough and started a series of long slow strokes. I was faced away from the blonde bear. I could either watch the video or the guy smiling at me across the room while stroking himself. You guess.

"Get your ass down," Mike commanded with another slightly stinging swat.

I complied and he really got into the swing of things. My soft cock and long balls were getting whipped back and forth between my ass and abdomen. My bent knees bore all the weight of his thrusts. The smiley guy demonstrated facially that he really enjoyed the show.

"Get your ass down."

"Sorry, we gotta change position."

"Okay, lay on your belly."

The two stocky guys changed position a little to better see the show. Arms folded beneath my head, I relaxed, while Mike climbed on top. "Damn. I need more lube. I'll be right back."

I had no doubt that he would, but the broad-shouldered boy with the pubic-patch-sized beard in his dimple still smiled at me, stroking his stiff cock.

"Need help with that?"

"Thought you'd never ask," he replied and spread his thighs wide.

I knelt before him pushed my left hand up to caress his hairy chest while the right and my lips worked his cock and balls. They were wrapped in a studded leather strap. His dick wasn't much longer than mine, but a lot thicker, particularly wider.

"What's your name?"

"Bill."

"Roger. You like getting fucked, Bill?"

"Yeah," I slurped.

"You wan t to sit on it?"

I got up off my knees as he put on a condom and borrowed some lube from his stocky buddy. I sat down on that steely wide rod and kept rocking down further.

Roger's cock wasn't very long, but he compensated by wrapping his legs around me and helped pull us together. He bounced his ass around until he got the best possible angle, then "Suck my buddy's cock."

He bent me forward towards his bulky buddy. I was pleased to slurp on that long slim tool, until Mike returned and my mouth was pass off to him. I tried sucking on Mike while Roger was hammering my behind. Even with Roger's legs wrapped around me, he managed to pop out.

"Ugh!" I grunted

"That was great," Roger told me. "Thanks"

Mike took my hand and led me to another carpeted bench. I pushed him down on his back. One leg one the floor, the other kneeling on the bench, I settled down on his rock hard rod.

"Slow, slow," he murmured, guiding my hips up and down the length of his shaft. Beginning to pant, his eyes glazed in passion. When we got the rhythm down, I ran my hand through the field of hair on his chest and felt for his barely perceptible nipples. Mike's hands rose to my throat and he began to caress my neck.

"Slow, slow," he reminded me like all my lovers seem to do. He kept trying to readjust my ass continually and we ended up in a sweaty pile on the bench. The blonde bear and I parted with the crowd watching our performance.

I found myself wandering the third floor. Through an open door I saw a tall older black man stretched on the bed.

"How's it going?"

"Great. And you?" replied his warm deep lazy voice.

"What are looking to do tonight?"

"Fuck some ass," he answered with a grin.

I entered his room intent on hardening the long thick rod laying on his belly.

"Leave the door open in case my partner comes back," he sighed and laid back and relaxed as I went to work. He was blessed with a thick eight incher. I started licking the shaft while stroking his smooth chocolate body.

"Suck on his balls. He likes that."

That was his partner, or should I say "boy". He had an impossible amount of overly curly blonde hair piled on his head and Mike and Roger in tow. My two stocky studs from the video room were already butt naked with the boy on his knees between them. He started alternately sucking and stroking them. I went back to licking his daddy.

"Anyone got condoms?" Roger asked.

They straddled across the corner of bed. Roger pried the boys left cheek open and slid his thick dick in. Mike started face fucking the tender youth with his usual directness. He fingered my hole as the boy blew him. But daddy seemed more interested in his boy getting a good fucking then him getting a good sucking. So I wandered off into the hall and found a hairy chest to appreciate.

"Thanks." he said gratefully

"I like this too," I said, stroking his black goatee.

"Great!" he replied gleefully as though men rarely came on to him.

"I'm a bottom."

"I a top," he replied with a smile and pulled me into his stout frame. We kissed madly. His right hand slid beneath my towel. His middle finger slid into my well-lubed hole.

"Oh yeah, we are going to have fun."

Neither of us having a room nor being particularly shy, we moved to one of the upper benches. He pushed me back, rolled on the condom, and slid in. I played with his hairy chest and he pounded away.

With a smile he nodded towards the other side of the room. I followed his glance.

"Mind the audience?" I asked

"Kind of like it."

Apologizing, he came quickly.

"I got to take a shower. That was great. Thanks."

I like him.

I made the rounds one last time and as usual ended up in the video room. As I was walking in, he was walking out. This tall blonde was wearing a harness. I don't find that attractive, but I certainly liked the fire in his eyes and look of lust on his face. He had a long smooth body and long cock.

"Come sit with me. You are good looking." He kissed me deeply his wild tongue alive in my mouth, his big cock hard in my hand. The flow of his precum signaled his urgent desire.

"What's your name?"

"Bill."

"Mine too," he said and deep throated me.

"Great name," I declared as came up for air.

"You like to get fucked in the ass, Bill. You want me to fuck you? You are so hot!"

So was he. We ended up in his room.

"I so want to fuck your sweet ass, Bill," he pleaded, long arm across my shoulder, kissing my lips, touching my face as we stood next to his queen size bed. "I like to do it bareback. Is that okay? You're negative, right?"

"No, Bill, I'm positive."

"Oh, I'm going to have to pass then." But, his hands still danced across my body and his lips still pressed my features.

"You are so hot!" I swore. "Let me stay and suck your cock."

"Sure, Bill."

I knelt right down there and started sucking his rod. Pulling his hips from and to my lips with my left hand while stroking my soft peter with the other. I made quite the mess on the floor. Bill thanked me with one last tongue tangoing kiss and I called it a night.

Friday after seeing my doctors and doing my shopping, I stopped by the cruisiest arcade in the Emerald City (it's also the place here you get to watch the most movie for your buck). All the other patrons were paranoid about getting busted for pairing up in a booth. So, after several abortive subtle attempts at trying to hook up with guys in the adjoining booths, I gave up in frustration and left. In retrospect I thought maybe I should have paid more attention to the big loud black guy who wanted to have a normal conversation. Instead, I had been distracted by the furtive glances of guys not really there to play. I also thought it had been a while since I'd had any "dark meat". That night I went to "Jesus Christ, Superstar", which killed the rest of the evening.

Saturday, after playing tourist at the Market and museums, I went to the arcade with a new attitude. I let the door of my booth open. I played gay porn. A tall oriental guy to the booth across the hallway checked me out. I checked him. He stared at my crotch, I stared at his.

"You want to go somewhere?" I asked in a normal tone of voice.

His studio was closer than my hotel. David was a 6'2" jeweler.

"You remind me of my best friend in high school. This is like a fantasy come true."

Once in the back room of his shop, we stripped out of our shorts and t-shirts. Then we discovered that we are both bottoms. David set me in the sole chair. I braced my heels on the workbenches that hedged in his workspace. Knowing that I liked to get it in the ass. He lubed a finger and wildly finger fucked me, while speed bobbing on my pecker noggin. I came in a frenzy of sucking, poking, sweating and moaning so loud it would have roused the neighbors had any of the offices been occupied on a Saturday. David wouldn't be satisfied if he was not sucking my spent cock, while jerking off. He spewed proverbial gallons!

It was a long hot hike to my hotel and I stopped into the Cheesecake Factory to refresh myself. Two gay guys, young enough to get carded, asked if they could join me at the bar. They were bright eyed, handsome, in great shape, fun and seemed to get along so well. At forty-seven I could look at them and appreciate the line from "Moonstruck" about "so young and fresh with all the promise of moonlight in martini." They were on their way to the "JC" matinee and all excited.

I rested and bathed before heading to CC Attles. Us "Northwest Bears" would be gathering for our monthly get-together and I wanted a good seat. Another long hot hike uphill, but I got there before carousing bears occupied all the seats on the tree shadowed, breeze-loving outside decks.

I got in line for a beer. There was a tall black guy sitting at the table behind me by himself.

"What the hell?" I thought. "Can I sit here?"

"Sure, man."

There was something different about his features. Something I couldn't place, slim, 6'2", mid-thirties, mandatory shaved black head, trimmed moustache, big lips, toothy smile. It was his birthday. His wife was out of town and he was celebrating in style. He made a few phone calls and we took the taxi back to my place before the meeting actually started.

"Just take it slow baby, and it will get hard, I promise you. "

He had a small stand of pubic-like brown hair on his chest, much to my delight and of course, the big dick they all have. To Larry's delight I could swallow the whole thing when it was soft. But that wasn't for long. He wanted his hairless balls sucked, which led my tongue to his brown hole. For someone who swore he never bottomed, he sure loved me tongue fucking his fine tasting ass, loved getting finger fucked, moaned in ecstasy hen I started working his Hershey highway with two fingers. But he got hard about then. .

"Get on all fours," he said. He told me before he preferred it that way. He jumped to the floor. "Baby, I'm going to fuck you so good. I'm going to fuck you so good tonight, I'm gonna make you my bitch. I'm going to fuck you all night long."

His thick black nine inches hurt on entrance, but once it was all the way in, he set a nice rhythm and we were both happily into it until it got too messy. We had a fun time cleaning ourselves up in the bathroom, then back to me on all fours on the bed getting banged.

He wasn't kidding about a good fuck. He lunged into my hole, then took slow, full strokes leaving just the bulging knob inside my hole. He grabbed my semi-hard white cock in his big hand and stroked in rhythm with his thrusts, moaning, "Oh, fuck, yeah, baby. That ass is tight on my prick." His other hand went to my chest and he coordinated a symphony of pleasureable sensations on my sweaty body. His cock slid in to push in tantalizing circles against my hot button; his left hand stroked by dripping cock, now stiff from his manipulations; his right hand pinched lightly from tit to tit.

"Ah, yeah, bitch, you like that big cock, don't you? Huh, huh? Tell me," he panted.

"Yes, yes," I cried, feeling my orgasm rising in my tightening balls. "Give me all of it, motherfucker!"

That really set him off. His pounding strokes increased and he grunted, sweat dripping onto my back. "Oh, yeah, baby, you can have it all!!!" He shoved all the way in, his balls pressing against my own.

His fist was flying on my tortured cock. "Uhhh, coming, baby, coming!!!" I felt his juice unload into my asschute just as my own climax stirred from deep within me. "Arrrgh, yes, ooooooh," I groaned, my cock spurting hot juice on the bed. My ass ring spasmed around his still twitching mantool, squeezing the last drops from his shaft.

"Oh, God, that was good," I said, heading to get cleaned up and dressed.

Then off to Vito's for dinner. At one moment in that light, as Larry bent to brush crumbs from lap, he looked older, much older.

" Which birthday are we celebrating?"

"Well, buddy, how old do you think I am?"

I told a long story which came to the conclusion that Larry was"29."

"Fifty-two."

He kept himself in great shape. But during dinner he confessed his birthday wish included an orgy. I offered to be his guide at Club Z.

We made the regular rounds. Larry said, "If you see something. Don't let me stop you. I'll catch up."

We settled in the video room, where the only guy to show interest was handsome, but old and fat. I headed upstairs and started cruising the rooms with the doors open. First one was a guy my age, stocky and blonde.

"How's it going?"

"Good."

"What you hoping to do tonight?"

"Well, get fucked."

"Yeah, me too. Well, I got a buddy downstairs that wants to fuck some ass. Shall I go get him?"

"Yeah," he answered enthusiastically.

I returned with Larry immediately. It didn't cross my mind, until the last possible second that his skin tone might be a problem. But, the bottom's wide grin relieved my fears.

I left them to their pleasures, and checked out the next door down. The guy was an absolute god in gray boxers. Young, perfect, muscular body, tattooed wings, tattooed side panels, "Black" and "White" above his hard round pecs. Cold eyes and a meaningless smile.

"Sure I'll fuck you. Get your ass up here," his soft distant voice replied. He stood on his bed to drop his drawers. He rolled on the condom as I got in position. "Lower your ass." Then slammed into me. He turned my head as he leaned to the side to look at the pleasure or pain in my face. "Yeah," he sighed. Standing on his knees, he went to banging me hard and rapid. "You're not very clean. You should clean up and come back." I gasped as he yanked his thick dick out of me, threw the condom down and pulled on his shorts.

"You want me to come back?"

"Yeah," he quietly replied, his cold eyes and Mona Lisa smile saying nothing in addition.

I cleaned up in the bathroom, came back. To my surprise he was still alone and waiting for me. This time as he drove in, he dropped all his weight on my back. He kissed one shoulder blade as he peered around to see my face.

"Yeah." He started rapid little thrusts and rolled my pre cum soaked cock in his right hand. "Yeah." He brought his left foot up on the bed and started fucking my ass side ways. I caught him peering around at my face again. "Too messy down there." He peeled off the second condom. "I got to get rid of these." He said headed for the garbage can in the bathroom. "Thanks for the fuck." (Larry told me later that he fucked this guy.)

The playroom wasn't as active as normal on a weekend night, plus I'd been lucky in the video room lately so I headed back there. A black guy was sucking a white guy sitting on one of the upper benches. I thought it was Larry at first, but this guy was beefier and seriously into sucking. His dick was hard and I was willing to join in but he made it clear he didn't want that. So, I admired their show as the handsome little old guy admired me. I headed back to the playroom when the white guys spewed all over the black bottom. I waited there a minute knowing it took a certain population density to spark spontaneous combustion. I followed a handsome older big guy to the back of the darkened maze, but no luck. Five of us just stood there in the gloom stroking, looking at one another. Then a sixth joined us. Handsome, with marine cut hair, broad shoulders and lust for me in his eyes. He positioned himself right in front of me and dropped his towel. It was the little guy from the video room. What the hell! I fell on his hard six-inch cock with its unusually large head and started slurping away. The guy I followed in instantly started balling with my cock and ass while kissing the little guy. I got him nice and hard with the pre cum flowing. Then I stood up, dropped my towel and waited my turn. Nothing. Little guy was only a top. I was out of there.

I went back to cruising.

"How's it going?"

"Good."

"What you hoping to do tonight?"

"Fuck or be fucked. I'm pretty versatile." It was dark in his little room. He was a fat kid in his mid-twenties with black hair and a seven-inch cock.

"Well, I'm here to get fucked."

"That's one gift I've got. I can fuck."

He was chatty, friendly and suggested I close the door. He thought it best if we start by me straddling him. So we rolled on the condom and I lubed it up with my saliva. I settled down on his rod.

"You like it hard?"

"I like it anyway."

"Get on your hands and knees."

Kneeling behind me he slid in and standing on his knees fucked me slowly a few times then leaned all the way forward lowering all weight on me. "Now, we are just going to fall to mattress." He pushed, I let my arms give way and we slammed to the mattress. The fall drove his cock further down my hole and he began furiously rocking his hips.

"Wow!" I grunted.

"Yeah, nothing better than 250 pounds pinning you to the mattress and fucking your ass."

"Ah!" He'd popped out.

"On your knees."

This time his chubby hands fell on my shoulders and he pulled himself in further then I could imagine, then "To the mattress!" which drove him in further. Once more furious fucking. "Wow!" "Ah!" "On your knees!" Hands on my shoulders. "To the mattress." Greg kept doing it over and over again. It was mind-boggling. It was fantastic. But, all good things must come to an end. "I'm spent, Bill."

"That was great," I said as I started to crawl out of bed. "Kidding!" And he drove me to the mattress again for more fucking.

"This time I really am spent," he confessed when he popped out. "Kidding!" Once more those hands on my shoulders, pushing me to the mattress, his weight pinning me there his hips rocking in and out of my sweaty messy ass. His grunts and the urgency of his movements signaled he was ready to cum. "Ohhh, yeah, man, take it," he grunted. "Fuck, yeah!!!!" I felt his thick young cock twitching in my ass, his knob wetly torturing y prostate. "Uhhhhhh," I moaned as my own hard cock shot a load on the mattress.

"I need a shower."

"Me, too," Greg said as he climbed off of me and worked his way to the door. "See my keys overt there?" I looked a bit and then turned on the light. That's when I noticed the cane. "You're blind?" "Cane gives me away?" I walked him to the showers and after bathing I helped him on his way.

It was getting time to go. I found Larry and let him know. "Let me shoot my load one last time." I agreed and we parted. I went to the glory hole room. There were a couple of nice guys on the up level and I went into the booth below in case either was in the mood. Instead, I guy followed me into the adjoining booth, peered thru the glory hole and offered me his cock. It was small but hard and after a few slurps he was face fucking me so hard I suggested he fuck my ass instead.

"No," he said, pleasantly enough,and he went back to trying to crush my tonsils.

Not into gagging, I stood to leave. "Okay, come over here."

I stepped into his booth. It was the handsome, little fat guy again. He spun me around wedged me in the corner, easily slipped into my ass and started fucking me like I was his bitch. To the delight of the two studs watching above. I almost had to laugh. He was a good fucker. At the last minute he pulled out and shot a puddle on the floor.

I found Larry and we headed back to my hotel room to finish celebrating his birthday. But, that's another story.