I was thoroughly pissed off! I'd left a friend's house in Albany early one Saturday morning in July of 1977, only to be backed up for hours by a major accident on the New York State Thruway. What should have been a four-hour drive to Buffalo had so far taken more than seven hours. To add to my misery, the temperature was up in the muggy nineties and the air conditioning in my old VW Beetle had chosen this very day to give up the ghost.
I was hot, sweaty, worn out and stressed and now, having reached the outskirts of Buffalo, I faced the prospect of the line-up at the Canadian border and two more hours of driving before getting home to Toronto. It was three in the afternoon, which meant I wouldn't get home till after six, having spent the whole day sitting in a steamy car!
That got me thinking about Morgan's steam bath on Main Street in Buffalo. I'd visited it a few times in the past and knew that even though it had seen better days, it still attracted some hot men and particularly the kind of mature men, both white and black, that I loved to serve.
I absent mindedly rubbed my dick through my shorts as I drove along the Thruway, while thinking about two guys in particular. One was a masterful older black man named Melvin, a well-built stud in every respect, who'd spent an evening bouncing me up and down on his cock like a rag doll, while the other was a stern, grey-haired white daddy who'd tied me up and tortured my tits before fucking my skinny ass.
Three in the afternoon is a really bad time to find interesting playmates at a bath house, even on a Saturday, but I didn't care. I was desperate for a long cooling shower and for somewhere to lie down and relax my stressed-out body. Anything or anyone else would be a bonus. I made up my mind, turned off the Thruway and headed to Main Street.
As I locked up my old Beetle in the lot behind Morgan's, I noticed a young guy getting out of his truck and heading in the same direction as me. At first glance I was impressed; he was a handsome, sturdy bear of a guy in Doc Marten boots and camouflage shorts, with a wife-beater clinging to his sweaty chest. I liked the look of his sturdy body, his muscular arms and hairy legs, his close-cropped hair and dark-bearded face and the black chest hair sprouting out from under that skimpy shirt.
He was a sexy looking guy, with just one flaw as far as I was concerned. He was the same age as me, in his mid-twenties and in those days, I was totally fixated on serving older, more mature, dominating men. When I looked at this guy, my first thought was how hot he would be in twenty years' time!
He grinned and nodded at me, making me realise he'd seen me leering at him across the parking lot. That got me so embarrassed that I blushed and quickly turned away, and almost ran to Morgan's entrance. He followed me up the stairs to the bathhouse, which was situated on the second floor of its building and stood close enough to hear me ask the desk clerk for a room next to the showers. After I'd been buzzed in and was picking up my towel and room key, I heard the clerk turn and greet him like an old friend.
"Hey Steve, it's real quiet here today, hardly anyone around. I figure its so bloody hot outside that nobody can even stand the walk from their house to the car to get here. You can pick any room you want."
I hurried away before hearing what room "Steve" had chosen and found that the clerk wasn't exaggerating. The place was a morgue; almost every room door was closed, the TV room was empty and there wasn't a soul to be seen along the corridors. But then, just as I was nearing my room, I was pleasantly surprised to see the very same grey-haired white Daddy I'd been thinking about in the car. I perked right up, especially when he recognised me, though he couldn't remember my name.
"Hey, I remember you, it's Sam, right?"
I smiled and replied, "It's Ben, actually."
Since he was wearing clothes, he must have been either coming or going, but before I could ask which it was, he reached out to grab hold of my nipples through my t-shirt and give them a vicious twist. When I responded by moaning with excitement, he grinned and chuckled.
"I might have forgot your name, buddy, but I remember you loved having these big suckers worked."
He kept twisting them while leaning into me and pushing me back against the wall. Enjoying what he was doing, I stood still and let him manhandle me, only to be embarrassed to see "Steve' walking by and leering at me, just as the mature hunk was saying,
"Hey bad luck for you, boy! If you'd been here a few minutes ago I would have had a bladder-full of beer piss for you, but it just got flushed down the toilet. Some vanilla guy gave me a blow job and then I went and dozed off and now I'm running late. See you next time, OK kid?"
With that, he strode off, leaving me staring sadly at his back until he disappeared round the corner. I found my room, peeled off my sweaty clothes, ran across to the showers and stood under the water for a long time, washing all the sweaty crud of the day off me and enjoying the feeling of hot water massaging my tired muscles.
While standing there, I tried to forget my disappointment at missing out on the hot Daddy and think instead about what the rest of the day might bring. That got me aroused and since I was alone in the bathroom, I took the opportunity to push a couple of soapy fingers up my ass and jerk my dick. That made me feel so good that I got carried away and only just managed to stop myself from cumming all over the floor.
Telling myself to calm down, I dried off and walked out of the bathroom, carrying my wet towel in my hand, intending to get a quick disco nap until the place got busy. But as I turned towards my room, I was met by a vision in black leather leaning against my door. The guy was wearing Doc Marten boots and tight leather shorts, with a leather harness decorating his torso and a black leather hood covering half his face. The stocky body was unmistakeable; it was Steve from the parking lot. I'd thought he was hot when I cruised him outside, but in leather he was mesmerising. I stopped in front of him and waited in silence for him to speak.
"That old guy called you a piss-drinking leather boy. Is that right?"
"Yea, I love it. And it looks like you're into leather. You look hot in it, man."
