Sex in Seattle: Part II -- Seeking, Awaiting, and Grasping Based on a true experience of a married bisexual
By Billy Jay Dee
It's an awkward dance of one man's driving desire and another's denial. A bathhouse when you're alone.
Bill figured he'd seek out the eye-candy then head to the "Porno Room". He'd spend less money getting into the club than he would at a video arcade and the seating was more comfortable. Plus there was always an opportunity for some action.
Naked but for the key to his locker, Bill took a quick shower, then he wrapped a towel around his lean 6-foot frame. He didn't bother looking in the mirror on his way out of the locker room. Yes, he knew his salt and pepper hair needed trimming, but wet, it slicked back fine.
He swiped at his mustache a few times, to make it behave. His eyes were blue; his legs were long. His six-inch white dick wouldn't attract attention if the towel slipped. But he was blessed with a wet well-muscled ass made for fucking, which the white terry cloth showed off to advantage.
He padded up the carpeted stairs, explored the halls, cubbies, and rooms with doors ajar. He avoided the "Porno Room" and went to the more extreme "Third Floor". He repeated his route, but made sure to avoid the overworked bathroom there. Instead of the "Porno Room" this floor had a darkened "Play Room". Not too many guys playing. Two giants were kissing beneath a blue light, the dark recesses of their towels showing nothing. No luck, so Bill headed for the "Porno Room".
In the outer of the two rooms, a couple of muscle studs flirted loudly on a carpeted bench. They wore their towels folded, so they would be shorter and had wrapped them tightly around their narrow hips. Their bodies were tan and well muscled. Maybe the head of a big cock peeked out from beneath one of their towels occasionally. Bill thought about sitting nearby, but didn't want to scare them off. So, he slipped into the inner room with its four televisions and jumped onto to a carpeted bench where he could watch them and the video.
"Sorry," he apologized to the man he almost sat on. The other guy had yanked his foot out of the way in time.
"No problem," he replied with a smile, continuing to stroke his cock while viewing the movie.
The guy Bill hadn't seen around the corner of the outer room had curly blond hair and a stocky frame with a smooth skinned muscular chest. He'd waited in the very corner of the bench with his legs spread 90 degrees along each bench, his back against the bench above. There were two over guys in the room lying across from them, one sound asleep on his belly and the other, big and dark haired, and engrossed in the flick. The video was worth watching. Two tan beach boys were going at it -- one on his back, so bent over his knees all but touched the ground while the other guy strokes down into the waiting white butt.
Bill pulled his towel aside to get hold of his throbbing dick. The motion caught the blonde's attention. The turning of the blonde's head caught Bill's. And once again they were blue eyes to blue eyes, smiling at each other. The blonde's cock was straight and solid about 7 inches of ivory supported by two furry blonde balls.
"Need help with that?" Bill offered.
Glancing about and grinning, the blonde said, "Sure."
Even on his knees Bill stood as tall as the reclining blonde. Bill bent and deep throated the ivory tower between them. The blonde tasted meaty and salty with precum. Taking his mouth from the thick, wet shaft, he looked into those blue eyes again.
" Bill."
"Mike," he whispered, leaning his stubbled chin forward.
They kissed. Bill returned to licking a member that Couldn't get any harder than it was as Mike rocked in and out of his mouth.
"That feels so good. Wow. Thanks, Bill. Keep doing it, please!" His voice was breathless and hoarse.
Bill worked his middle finger towards Mike's furry asshole and ran into something hard. They exchanged a knowing look and Mike eased himself up off the butt plug. Bill's finger plunged in and began working the blonde's insides as well as his mouth worked the outside.
"Can I get this in my ass?" Bill asked, taking another breather from his cocksucking activity.
"Got a condom?" Mike asked hopefully.
Bill handed him the one in his left fist.
"You're what I've been waiting for," Mike said with glee as he stood to roll the condom on.
He pushed Bill back onto the bench and lifted the taller man's knees. Since Mike was shorter, the bench put Bill's inviting butt at the perfect height.
Bill's face scrunched up in anticipation of the pain, but relaxed when Mike slid in easily. The studs in the adjoining room stopped talking. Several guys joined them peering in the doorway.
"Feels good," Mike grunted in that same hoarse whisper. "Ain't this better than watching the show? We are the show!"
Mike looked around with a big grin at the audience. Bill urged him on. Mike began taking big galloping thrusts into the taller man's well-muscled bubble butt, slapping his ass cheeks as though riding a horse.
An older tall black man stretched out on the bench next to them. Grey curly hair on a black chest. A gray goatee on a black chin. Short, short black hair on his head. He lay on his side, pulling his towel off in the process. He stroked his long black cock with his left hand while his low-hanging ballsac slid on the bench.
"Like watching us?" Mike asked, his eyes sparkling, his hips taking big lunges at Bill's hot ass.
"Why don't you come here, so one of us can suck you?" Bill suggested.
Glassy eyed, the older man kept pounding his pud as Mike stroked smoothly into Bill and the two lovers smiled into one another's eyes.
"Mike wants it in the ass. Why don't you fuck him?"
"Oh, man, Oh, oh." The thought sent Mike over the edge and with a quivering of his entire body he let loose his load. Braced against the bottom's legs, he managed to keep from falling to the floor, but Bill had to guide him to his seat.
The black man was gone.
After Mike caught his breath, Bill said, "Let me taste it."
As Bill went down on the latex tasting tool, another man took the opportunity to join them. Mike rolled sideways on the bench to suck the newcomer's cock as Bill continued licking up the cum on Mike's slowly softening prick.
Large hands caressed Bill's shoulder and back. Bill saw only a solid dark skinned torso and black pubic hair.
"No bubble butt. Must be a top," Bill thought.
"Let him suck you now," a Hispanic voice suggested as the hands grasped Bill's wavy bangs and gently pulled him up.
Mike curled up beneath the two men to oblige Bill. The Latino was Bill's height, heavier, but just as hairless. As they kissed, Bill reached for the other man's cock.
He could barely wrap his middle finger and thumb around it! Thick and flat, it tapered to a sharp seven inches. As their lips broke, Bill suggested Mike wanted to be fucked, as his own finger slid down the crack of the Latino's ass.
"Come to my room so I can fuck you!" he said.
"Sure."
They bent to the cock-hungry blonde, "Room 333?"
"I can't!" Mike responded in disbelief. "I should have gone to work an hour ago."
"Thanks," Bill called to him as the new couple made their way thru the crowd hand in hand.
In the room, the Latino turn up the mood light, explaining, "I like to see who I'm doing."
"I'm Bill. What's your name?"
"Jose."
Bill squatted down to suck that thick love stick, but Jose stopped his descent.
"You can get me hard this way," he said and shoved his tongue into Bill's surprised mouth.
They kissed passionately for minutes standing beside the bed. When Bill reached for Jose's cock it was indeed hard as a rock.
"Lay back," Jose commanded, piling atop Bill and putting all his weight on the bottom.
Mike had fucked Bill well and long, so the Jose's hose monster snuck into Bill without too much discomfort as they sucked face. Their bodies smashed together and heaved apart in the hot stuffy little room.
"I can't cum this way. Roll over on your belly."
Bill got comfortable, and Jose started plunging away. But the little bed wouldn't hold the tall men comfortably.
"On your hands and knees," Jose suggested
But the bed wasn't the right height and the effort took its toll on Jose's stamina. Bill backed out of bed and took the heftier Hispanic in his arms. He pushed the dark top up against the wall. His long pink tongue penetrated to the root of Jose's own tongue. Bill squeezed his ample chest and sucked the air from his lungs. In seconds Jose was hot again.
"Just grab me and rape me this time," Bill commanded pulling them diagonally across the bed.
Jose responded as directed, driving his brown rod into Bill's brown hole. Banging Bill's head against the wall, banging his balls and Bill's butt against the sheets. Throwing his thick meat again and again into the bottom, until the sweat rolled off his beefy body, sticking them together.
"Uhhhhh, oooh, cummin'," he grunted and came deep within his lover.
"Shall we grab a shower?" Jose grinned at his partner as the two caught their breath, adrip with spit, sweat and cum.