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An Aftermath of a Steam Bath

by Freddy N. Willing


Right now I cannot remember most of the faces of the guys who were at the Globe Steam Bath house that Saturday night a few weeks ago. That does not mean I did not have a good time because I had a really great time I would be happy to have such a good time the next time I go there. I am wrong. I remember one face very well but that is part of the story.

First off, I got a letter from my Cousin Harvey and he paid me back the two hundred dollars I loaned him to fix his car the last time he was here. Without the repairs he would still be here. There is only so much Harvey a person can stand and his way of laughing is enough to make a laughing hyena cry. I only tell you this so you know the story is not about Cousin Harvey.

Second thing that happened was the college kid my Dad rented one of the studio apartments to showed up early so I did not have to wait for him to give him the key Joe, was the way he introduced his self to me when he arrived in a taxi. As he took the key, Joe said he was waiting for his car to be fixed in a local garage since it broke down on his way to town from his former home. Joe then said he did not know what he was going to do as he had failed to have the electricity and the gas turned on.

Then a good friend called and told me he was taking two weeks off and going to the lakes for relaxation. I was not invited to go along but he told me I could use his swell apartment for an occasional party if I would feed his parakeet and his gold fish while I was still sober enough to tell the difference.

I know you want me to tell you at least a little about the steam bath expedition so I will. I was only there for five minutes and a guy I had not seen for six months took me by the hand and led me to his room. This guy, unlike me, had come prepared for a good time and had Jack Daniels, bottled water and Wheat Thins that he let me serve myself from his table. He even thought to bring plastic cups…. A really sharp guy

Well, my host needed to be repaid so I got to my knees and took his semi-hard prick in my hand to lick it well and thoroughly. As I was doing this, my host had a visitor, a young chocolate cream-colored African American of an age not much older than mine. “Hello, Bryan,” my friend who was named, I think, Jim, said, “how’s that old hose hanging?”

“Did you ever get told that you should share?” Bryan replied and he dropped his towel and moved in next to Jim…or was it Tim??? “That tongue looks exciting,” Bryan went on and he placed his eight incher dark chocolate prick where I could also lap my tongue on it. Well between the two cocks I was soon sucking, I kind of remember Bryans was the tastier but Tim’s was maybe an inch longer. After a five or six minute session of sucking the two, Bryan asked Tim…or was it Kim? “Do you think I should fuck him?”

“It’s been awhile since I screwed him but I remember he was adequate,” my old friend Kim replied. “Just tell him to get on the bunk while I fix you a drink.” I have to tell you I did not need to be told as I was on the bed on my back and my legs in the air before Kim had finished fixing the young guy a drink.

Bryan slipped a condom over his hard hunk of love tool and had both lubed while I got a couple of the Wheat Thins to give me strength. Kim or whatever his name was stood by the bunk and let me suck his hard cock while Bryan demonstrated that he had fucked a lot of boys and probably had very few complaints. Now if this was a made up story, the two guys using my openings would both cum at the same time but that did not happen as Bryan’s condom swelled up after maybe ten minutes and my old friend did not ejaculate in my mouth for three or four minutes later.

“We will be seeing you, Freddy,” my old friend told me as he handed me what was left of my drink. “It is sure good to see you, Bryan,” my old friend continued, dismissing me from his presence, “Lay down ‘cause I have a lot to tell you about.”

As I left, I thought… but did not say anything… that one of them at least could have thanked me but then isn’t that the way a lot of us are treated.

Anyway, I made a stop in the orgy room and watched a really fat old man with his ass up in the air and his belly button on the bunk while two short skinny Filipino guys were taking turns using his open holes. There was a good crowd watching and laughing as the two Asians switched back and forth from hole to hole There were two hot looking guys next to me feeling my well lubed butt hole. One guy suggested I get on my knees and blow him, so he would use my ears to manipulate my head for his pleasure. The idea sounded good so I complied with his suggestion and enjoyed a ten-minute session with his hard love tool. The other guy could not wait and gave me a cum facial before his friend gave me a cum soup treat.

To the amusement of a couple guys in the showers, I washed off the creamy cum that was in my hair and all over my face.

Finally presentable again, I started touring the hallways and peering into rooms with open doors. In one door I passed there was an African American who first opened his towel to show me his prize and then boldly invited me into his room. After a few minutes on my knees again, my new friend told me to get belly down on the bed and he got behind me. A very good tongue job on my now clean pleasure hole was followed by a vigorous use of his black fuck tool in my anal cavity and my prostate was well massaged. My black friend was keeping up a continuous monologue in which he detailed his opinions of my anal aperture and me. His message was similar to “Oh, you is one hot fuck hole, Whitey, and my cock ain’t felt this good for months. I’s willing to let you be my permanent white bitch. I‘ll even share you with my son who is in here somewhere. If’en you needs more fucking, yell for Bryan.”

When he pulled out and removed his condom, I was told to clean up the mess on his black dick before I was shown the door and he flopped down on the bed to take a nap. I wondered if his Bryan was the same guy as the Bryan I knew.

After going to the toilet, I stopped in the steam room and watched two young guys doing each other. When I reached for one of the cocks, I was told that I was not needed as they only needed each other. I leaned back and enjoyed the show and the steam until both had left the room.

The orgy room was almost dark as one of the overhead lights had burned out. I could still make out a few of the occupants being sucked or fucked or whatever. I sat on one of the beds and a man sat down beside me. I never saw a guy take charge of sex so fast as I was on my belly again with his cock heading for my throat. I did not even look up to see who the guy was that had got between my legs and loaded my butt hole with lube. What a nice dick he slipped into me and began to ride my back like I was a horsey on a merry-go-round. My first guy finally gave up trying and walked away from my hungry mouth. In a few minutes, my fucker pulled out and came around to my mouth and he pulled off his condom as he presented me with his hot fat cock that was ready to pop. Pop it did in just two minutes of face fucking.

“Well, Freddy,” the youth whose prick was still in my mouth as I was sucking it clean, “I guess I can count on you giving me a ride home so I can save the taxi fare.”

I raised my head in amazement to look at the man I had just drained and there stood Joe, our new tenant. Even in the dim light I could tell he was one fine stud.

Well, since Joe did not have his electricity turned on yet, I took Joe to my friend’s apartment for the rest of the night. Next morning, when we finally got up, Joe got a ride from me to the power company and he was soon well settled into his apartment with all, and I mean all, of the conveniences he would need.

Some days just turn out better than others.

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