Bathhouse Adventures
(Not a character or plot driven story. Just a lot of cocks and cum.)
Return to Club Houston
Yesterday, I made it into downtown Houston, a rare event for me, no strict schedule to get home, and alone and horny for action. I had tried to set up a session with another man, but that didn't pan out, so the bulge in my slacks urged me to find some satisfaction. I decided to visit Club Houston.
I hadn't been there in a long time, but I knew their renovations were complete, so I thought I would go check it out. It was around lunch time, and there were plenty of horny men, especially of my type: sporting a wedding band on the left hand.
I got to my locker and stripped, then headed upstairs to the new area with only my towel, locker key, and a couple of Magnum condoms. It took me some time to find my way around the new area, allowing my eyes to adjust and learning the new layout. There was a lot of the usual: getting groped, stopping to watch a couple of men going at it. One guy furiously fucking another, who had a look of bliss on his face.
One guy caught my eye, and I apparently caught his. He seemed to always place himself where I couldn't help but pass him, often brushing up against his chest or butt. After a bit of this mutual chasing, we stopped and started groping each other's cocks through our towels. I got a good close up look at him: mid-thirties, clean shaven, handsome, nice chest and ass, and (oh joy!) the wedding band on his left hand. I asked him if he had a room, and he said he did and practically raced off with me in tow.
Once we were in his room, we were all over each other, groping, caressing, jacking, teasing nipples, massaging balls. We practically fell on the bed in a sixty-nine, feasting on each other's dicks. It was obvious he loved cock, but also that he was fairly new at it. He mimicked my actions on his dick and began to give me a decent blow job, but something told me he wasn't fully into it.
We broke apart, and I asked him what he really liked to do. He said he didn't really know, and it was then that I finally realized I had a newbie on my hands. As much as I wanted to get off (and I did later), I really wanted to let this handsome, sexy married man enjoy himself and experience some of the pleasures of man to man sex.
I told him to let me take over so he could just enjoy himself, and he seemed almost relieved at not having to try to please me. I'm not pushy, and I'm a patient teacher, and I was determined to let this man experience pleasures he never suspected. I made him lie on his stomach so I could give him a massage. I know how good it feels to have a man's hands on my body, so I just explored him, using my hands to massage his shoulders and neck, working my way down to his beautiful butt. He seemed to melt under my hands, relaxing his muscles, while his cock stayed hard under him.
I worked my way down his legs, getting the kinks out of his thighs and calves, and massaging his tired feet. I stroked my way back up his legs, letting my hands wander between his ass cheeks and down to his lovely ball sack. I caressed his nuts, then reached in and pulled his cock out to where I could tease the head and tantalize him. He asked if I did this for a living (I don't) and said he had never had his body worked over like this.
I turned him over for the front rub, starting with his face and head, caressing him and getting him to just relax and enjoy the sensations. From the moans and sighs, I knew he was in bliss, almost zoning out in the combination of relaxation and stimulation. I massaged his neck and shoulders, moving down to his chest. I kneaded his pecs, and tweaked and teased his nipples. My hands slid down his abdomen and hips, lightly brushing his cockhead as I moved down to his legs. Kneading and groping his thighs and calves, I worked my way back up to his crotch and started paying serious attention to his manhood. About 6 inches, cut, nice balls, the perfect size and shape for me to deep throat him.
He gasped as I took his cock to his pubes in one swift motion, then he placed his hands on my head and rubbed my hair as I began to suck him in earnest. I reached up and played with his nipples: they seemed to be connected directly to his dick. Each time I tweaked a nipple, his cock twitched in my mouth, and he leaked some precum onto my willing tongue. Very tasty!
I began to jack and suck him at the same time, giving his dick constant stimulation. He got harder and harder, and I knew he was close. I moaned my approval and encouragement to him, and then I sucked him harder and jacked him faster and faster. Finally, with a roar that surely could be heard on the whole floor, he blasted his hot load into my eager mouth. (I'm the same way: pretty quiet during sex, really loud when I cum.) His whole body convulsed and trembled. I've seen (and had) some almost violent orgasms before, but this was off the charts. He shook and quivered, his legs stretching out and trembling. Finally, he went limp, sinking into the bed. I kept his now softening cock in my mouth, sucking out the last drops of his load.
After he had come down from his sexual high, I just sat next to him on the bed, lightly stroking and caressing him all over. He said that that was the strongest orgasm he had ever had. As much as I love to lie back and let one or more men explore me and overload my senses with pleasure, I completely enjoyed helping this fellow married man explore the joys of man sex. I suspect that if wives knew how much their men like to be touched, caressed, stroked, and massaged, there would be fewer married men on the prowl. But it also confirmed my belief that it takes someone with the same equipment to really know how to bring a man to maximum sexual pleasure.
And by the time I got off later with another married man, I realized that my pleasuring the first man had aroused me more than I knew. There was the evidence before my eyes: one of the biggest loads of cum I had ever shot, ropes of white creamy semen all over the hairy chest in front of me. I left Club Houston a very happy man!
