Gay Erotic Stories

There is a new bathhouse in town. It has established itself as a clean, safe place to go for a little bit of fun. Since I am a discrete person, I have never had the nerve to go, although I fantasized about going all the time: something about the "naughtiness" of going to the bathhouse that attracts me and turns me on. It's the taboo of going somewhere and having completely anonymous sex with a hot lover, and perhaps being watched (certainly heard!) by others while in the throes of pure physical ecstasy. The uninhibited thrill of a hand closing into a fist around my cock for the first time; of not knowing that hand and feeling its unique feel, heat, pressure, rhythm. It's a thrill and excitement you can only feel from a first touch, and only from a stranger. The beauty of it is that the thrill lasts the entire time you're there; but once you leave, you'll never feel it with the same person again. It's a thrill you need to feel. In order to attract men, our new bathhouse ran a web page with a contact bulletin board, a great idea. One evening I found myself surfing their web page and on a whim I decided to post an anonymous message. It ran to the effect of "Looking for someone to experience the bathhouse with me for the first time.” Surprisingly, I received a few replies and began e-mailing with a 37 year old man named Ron. We exchanged some pretty hot letters about scenarios when we met, and we seemed to be a perfect sexual match. We both had similar athletic physiques, and similar sexual preferences, in that we both said we like a lot of oral foreplay, lots of passionate French kissing, and that Ron would be the top and I would be his most willing and eager bottom. At one point, we nearly forgot that originally we wanted to check out the bathhouse, and then we decided that it would be a good place to meet for the first time. We actually agreed that we would not exchange photos. We figured we'd have no trouble finding each other, arriving around the same time and all, but we wanted to add the element of the "unknown" to make it even more exciting (little did we know just how much more exciting). We made a date for Saturday night. I arrived just after nine, about a half hour late. I'm always late. I didn't want to be this time, but I was. I was thinking, "You fucking retard...now how will you know Ron? It's Saturday and a bunch of guys could have come in here in the last half hour.” Actually, my concerns for being late made me forget I was supposed to feel intimidated coming here for the first time. By the time I did think about it, the guy at the front desk had already spoken to me and made me feel OK about being there. He was nice (not good looking) and told me a bit about the place. There was a shower and sauna, a nice lounge, and a room with Jacuzzi tubs. I was told to change in my room, and that I could either stay there and be cruised or throw a towel on and walk around to the lounge for a drink. He said the showers were a great place to show off your stuff. I told him I was meeting someone, and he confirmed my fear, that several guys had recently come in. I said 'thanks' and went to my room (cubicle, actually) to change, wondering all the while how I was going to recognize Ron, despite our detailed descriptions. What if he wasn't on the level? I knew I was, so I figured that in any case he'd find me. Naked, I wrapped a towel around me. I was pretty nervous about venturing out into the unknown of the bathhouse. I actually hadn't realized until now how nervous I was, but at the same time it was a thrill that I felt inside. It was a sexy, naughty thrill. I'll finally meet Ron, I thought. We're going to have sex. What if I can't find him? What if he doesn't even show up? For some reason, I suddenly decided it would be embarrassing to walk up to someone and ask if he were Ron. Imagine thinking that way while walking around naked (ok, with a towel on for now) in a bathhouse where I was practically offering myself up to strangers. But as I left my room, that’s just what I thought. It was getting exciting as I heard voices in the lounge, and I felt nervous again. My curiosity won, and I entered the lounge. In a place like this I knew all eyes would be on any new face that came in, and they were. It felt good though, because I knew that everyone was thinking lustful thoughts. They were the same thoughts I was having as I caught the glimmer of a smile and an approving nod. And then I realized that there were 3 guys who could be Ron. The place was a lot bigger than I had thought. It had a few televisions, a pool table and lots of nooks in the oddly shaped room (oddly shaped to accommodate the small private rooms around its perimeter). The lighting was also well chosen (or perhaps it was a fortunate accident) in that it was fairly bright in the center of the room only, while the nooks could barely be seen in the darkness around the sides. It wasn’t hopping, but it wasn’t empty, either. I don’t know what the usual clientele is, but tonight most of the guys looked to be attractive, in their mid-30s to mid-40s. I made my way to an empty seat closer to the dark wall than the bright middle. I immediately noticed a handsome, masculine guy looking at me from one of the nooks. He was also wearing a towel, and had a hot looking chest from what I could make out in the darkness, as well as nice arms and shoulders; not like a bodybuilder, but nicely fit, just the way I like. I looked back at him. Was it Ron? I was sure that it was. He fit the description, but there was something missing. He fit the parameters of the description, but he was not my mind’s image of him. It might not be Ron. As I had these thoughts, I suddenly noticed that beneath his towel I could see a nice, growing bulge, and I moved my body so he could see I had one too. He smiled, and subtly motioned me over to him. It had to be Ron. Why didn’t he have the questioning look that I must have had? He looked so hot and inviting, and I was getting very horny by this time. Suddenly I didn’t care it was only my first time; I just did what I felt like doing and that was to go to him. I stood up, and then I did something totally unexpected: I dropped the towel and strode toward him, naked. I knew others were watching, and I made no effort to conceal my throbbing hard-on. If anything I exposed it as much as I could for all to see, and moved toward my new friend. His eyes widened in surprise when I dropped the towel, but his smile immediately returned, wider than before. I wasn’t sure what to say; I just knew I didn’t want to ask if he was Ron, in case he wasn’t. I didn’t want to spoil this now that I had come so far. I could tell that he didn’t know what to say either as I approached him. I was very horny by now, rock hard and feeling bold and more than a little naughty. So I decided to do it the way I had fantasized and just straddle him in his seat. When I did, we looked at each other for a moment, and then the hottest, most uninhibited French kiss started just as I felt his hand closing around my cock. We continued kissing and touching each other’s nipples, and I could hear murmurs from around the room as people noticed our display. I had no idea it could be this much of a turn-on to be watched, but I wasn’t sure how far we were allowed to go in the lounge. I could barely talk, but I gasped, “Let’s go to my room. Oh fuck, I really want you, man.” He was also out of it, and I’m sure he didn’t care where we did it. We started to get up when we noticed that most people had paired up and left the room. Obviously our show made everyone horny. There was just one guy left, and he must have noticed me looking over. He was also attractive, a similar type to the guy I was about to take back to my room. Suddenly he approached. “I see you guys are going to your room, so I thought I’d better act fast. I’d love to join you.” My new lover and I (we still hadn’t exchange names) looked at each other. I didn’t come here to get fucked by #10 guys or anything. I was a having a great time, doing what I was doing. But the new guy was very sexy, and prospects of a threesome started to sound good. It was within my sexual limits; lying back and getting fucked by #10 guys wasn’t. “That sounds pretty hot. Come on,” I said “Wait. I think we should go to my room. I was able to snag the nice big room. It’s like a suite, and it’s the only one they have,” said the new guy. It sounded good, so we followed him. I was still naked. His room was at the end of the corridor and as we walked there, I was thinking about the thrill of having sex with two hot guys; I felt charged with anticipation. There was that weightless feeling of excitement in the pit of my stomach. Just as he said, his was a much bigger room than mine was; more like a nice hotel room. I was liking this more and more. The room also had mirrors strategically placed, and best of all a private Jacuzzi tub and shower. Again I felt that nervous excitement in the pit of my stomach and my cock was getting hard. As we entered the room, I bumped against our new friend in the narrow doorway. He was wearing a loose bathrobe with nothing underneath, and it was coming open. He immediately smiled and put his hand on my naked butt. “I wanted to grab your ass ever since I saw you guys going at it in the lounge,” he said. I just smiled. “Mmmm… grab away baby, grab away.” My first friend interrupted. “My name is Ron. How about you guys?” I had almost forgotten. It was Ron! I was about to speak, but the newer guy interrupted. “Hey my name’s Ron too!” They smiled and started kissing. Dumbfounded, I didn’t say anything, and soon no one cared. I still didn’t know which was the Ron I was supposed to meet, and found this amusing. I was too horny to care as things really started to heat up. I touched both of them while they kissed. I ran my hands across their backs and fondled their asses. They started moaning. “Let’s get in the Jacuzzi,” I suggested, and we did. I ended up in the middle, and immediately started kissing Ron #2, the newer Ron. Our tongues were swirling and my hands were all over his body. Then I turned and started necking with Ron #1. I reached down with my right hand and started playing with his cock. With my left hand I took Ron # #2’s cock. We were still taking turns kissing like this in the Jacuzzi and then I felt both their hands on me. One of them firmly gripped and stroked my shaft while the other was preoccupied with my balls, squeezing them gently and massaging them and making me crazy. I was gasping in pleasure. I never had two people all over me before, and I loved it. Fuck I wanted it. “Holy fuck this is hot. I’m so fucking horny. Oh FUCK!” I blurted out. My eyes were closed and I was really getting into the kissing, trying to stick my tongue as deep into Ron #1’s mouth as I could and he was doing the same to me. We were both moaning, and then I felt a huge rush and my entire body shuddered and I let out a loud “ UNHH...” as Ron #2 thrust his fingers into me. It was completely unexpected but completely wanted. Then Ron #1 broke our French kiss and looked me in the eyes. “Suck my cock. Suck my cock and lick my balls, you submissive slut.” Hearing him talk dirty was electric. It had to be the real Ron, the one who knew from our e-mail I was submissive when I got really turned on, and I was. Or maybe he just read me right. Maybe he knew from how wild he made me by finger fucking me. The bottom was always at least a little submissive. It had to be obvious that I was, because I met the thrusts of Ron #2’s fingers with the rhythmic rocking of my pelvis, trying to open up as much as I could for him. I obeyed Ron #1’s command. Submissively I looked up at him as I sucked his beautiful cock. “You like this, don’t you?” he said to me. “You like to suck cock while you get finger fucked, don’t you?” He continued talking dirty. “Maybe you should suck on Ron’s cock now. You want both cocks, don’t you?” “Ohhh..yes. I do. I’ll do anything for you. Just don’t stop. I want your fingers. OH FUCK…this is hot.” I took my mouth off of Ron #1’s cock, and was about to start blowing Ron #2, but he stopped me and I looked up at him. “Beg for my cock. Beg for it, slut. Tell me what you’ll do if I let you have it,” he commanded. “Anything. I’ll do anything. Just let me taste your cock. You can have my ass. Yeah baby, my ass is yours. Woo yeah baby, all yours. You can both fuck me. Please. Please fuck me. Please let me suck your cock. Let me lick your balls, baby. Oh fuck, please I want to swallow your meat.” I wasn’t pretending. I really wanted it to the point of begging. Then I felt something cold on my ass, which was out of the water because I was on all fours looking up at Ron waiting for him to let me suck his cock. “Please,” I whimpered. The cold on my ass was lube; Ron #1 was lubing my ass. His fingers slid so easily and so deeply into my hole, and that’s when I started sucking Ron #2’s cock. He looked down at me and said “That’s it, suck my cock while we get your ass ready.” I supported myself by putting a hand on either side of Ron #2 while my mouth pumped his shaft. I instinctively lifted my ass a little higher, and spread my legs. Ron #1 was really giving it to me with his fingers, and I was sucking cock wild with lust, when suddenly the fingers were replaced by something bigger and rounder: Ron’s cock. He just held it there against my ass at first. I just kept sucking cock like there was no tomorrow; there wasn’t. This would be our only encounter. “Put your hands behind your back,” said Ron #1. I obeyed, and since I now had no support, Ron #2’s cock went even deeper into my mouth. He loved it. “That’s it, take it right in your throat. Suck my cock. That’s so good…” I could hear in his voice he was as horny as I was. As I put my hands on my back, I felt Ron #1 tie them with a necktie. Not too tight, but I wasn’t trying to break free. All I wanted to do was give the most incredible blowjob ever, and get fucked while doing it. I felt a light but firm smack on my ass. I moaned. I knew the cock in my mouth would blow soon. I slowed up a little, taking several breaths. I’m on my knees with my ass in the air, sucking cock with my hands tied behind my back, having my ass slapped by a guy about to screw me. “I’m going to fuck you now,” said with another slap on my ass, a little firmer each time. “You want that? You want to get fucked while you suck that cock?” I could only mumble. I started sucking hard again. The cock entered me easily. I was so ready, and it wasn’t long before Ron worked it into me so it was sliding in all the way. I was helpless, and I wanted to be, but then my hands became untied. Instead of again putting them under me for support, I reached back and grabbed my own ass, spreading it wide for Ron. His pumping rhythm became faster and his thrusts felt harder and deeper. I was out of control and had to stop sucking to catch my breath. “Oh yeah. Fuck that’s deep. Fuck me!” I moaned, having never felt this horny before. The hot tub was becoming awkward, and my knees were getting sore. We got out. Still wet, we all fell in heap into the king sized bed. The Ron who had been fucking me (Ron #1) took off his condom, and I found myself on top of him in a 69. I remember thinking to myself how hot it felt to be sucking a cock that just finished fucking me, and will probably fuck me again before the night is over. I was now sucking Ron #1 and he was moaning and still talking dirty to me. Now Ron #2 is putting a condom on and wants to have a turn in me. I want him too, and try to prop up for him as best I could. I’m getting fucked again. All three of us are moaning, and then I feel the cock in my ass start to throb. The pumping intensifies, I’m grinding to meet it, grinding into Ron #1’s mouth at the same time, with whom I’m still in a 69 position. I’m really sucking on his cock and it’s starting to throb too. Then the guy fucking me screams he’s cumming, pulls out of me, rips off the rubber and shoots a load all over my back, spraying everywhere. “Shit. Oh Fuck. I wanted to shoot in your face, but I lost it. It’s all over you.” The other Ron hadn’t cum yet. I put a condom on him, and straddled him as he lay on his back. I was humping him, balls deep, as hard as I could ride him and I could tell he was going to cum. We both came at the same time. It’s been about 3 years since this encounter, and I haven’t seen either of them again. I never did find out who the guy I met on the message board was. I haven’t been back to the baths either. I can’t see it ever living up to that night.