We took the subway to the Lanier station, and from there took a cab, for $3.75 to Sauna 5018, our old haunt. The place was really dead. I sat in the theater for a little while, actually for about 30 or 40 minutes to give Steve time to work that dark and glory hole room. Since he gets off once, and I usually three times, I tried to be polite and let him have “first dibs.”
When I finally went upstairs, I saw the guy with the mustache who had sucked my dick so good the previous night. He was sitting in his room with the door open, smoking a cigarette. I passed by, and went into the dark room, in which there was not a single person. Coming out, I ran into Steve, and he said, “Your boy is right over there in that room. He’s waiting for you.” He said this sarcastically, of course.
I walked over to the guy’s door, and said hello. He seemed interested again, so I moved into the room a bit. “How you doing tonight? I asked.
“Fine. Resting. Taking a short break.” He was sitting at the head of his bead, head back up against the wall, feet up on the bed, in his towel only, with it open, and rubbing his nice uncut dick a little while he talked.
“Oh?” I said, and, “Are you hungry tonight?”
I stepped closer to him, and he touched my dick, which instantly popped up. He sighed heavily. He put his cigarette down, turned toward me, swinging his feet down off the bead, facing me now, bending over, and he took my dick into his mouth. Moan.
He sucked on my dick for just a minute, and I leaned back and moaned, and he stopped, saying, “You don’t want to cum this soon, do you?” As if I have a choice I thought.
He said, “Let me finish my cigarette.” He continued to rub himself, as did I.
He put out the cigarette, got up out of the bed, sat me down, got on his knees on the floor, and started a 15 minute blow job. He took me to the edge at least 12 times. The first time, I grabbed my dick out of his mouth and squeezed it to keep from coming. He would just look up at me, stare into my eyes, and wait until I grabbed the back of his smooth head pushing it back on my dick saying, “Suck it.”
Eventually, when I started moaning, he would just stop sucking, and just hold my dick in his mouth while it twitched, and I know, leaked pre-cum. When it stopped doing both, he would start up again. On and off during this time he would start jacking his dick, which, unfortunately, I couldn’t see. It was hot though knowing that he was getting worked up, and I could see how much by how fast his arm was working his dick below.
I let him know that I would love for him to shoot his load all over me, if he wanted to shoot, and that I was ready to blow any time he was ready for it.
That got him, and he started sucking me like a madman, and jacking his dick like crazy. I exploded with waves and waves of cum, all of which he swallowed. Then he stood up, and started jacking that thick, uncut dick over my stomach and chest. At one point, he leaned over and took another suck of my dick, which was hard once again. I thought he was going to start sucking me again, but very quickly he stood up, moaning, and two seconds later gushed all over me. HOT.
As soon as he finished cumming, he started laughing. “Oh. That’s funny,” he said.
“Funny? What’s that?” I asked.
“As soon as I came I had one thought. Food.” I laughed, too.
“That was hot I said.”
“Yes,” he said, “I love hairy, chunky men.” I wanted to say, “Well you got hairy,” but the mirror gives me a reality check, and instead I say, “Well, you got that.”
He laughed. “What’s your name?” he asked.
“John,” I said.
“Oh shit,” he replied.
“Why? Is that your name, too?”
“Yes,” he said. We both laughed.
I left, walked over to the dark area to see if anything had picked up there, found no one, and decided to go sit in the theater to kill some time. I took the stairs down that went by the little “bar” in there, and John was sitting at it. I thought he meant that he was ready to leave and go eat something, but evidently he was going to “eat there.” I’m not sure I could bring myself to eat at a little concession area in a bath house. Oh well.
Down in the theater, a movie was playing that starred DC Chandler, which piqued my attention, since I had “met” (“seen” is more like it) at Flex earlier in the year. He didn’t get naked at Flex, of course, but it was obvious that he had a “whomper” both from his website pictures, and from the buldge in his pants as he walked around Flex.
There was a somewhat hot guy in the theater, with a hairy chest, thick bush, and a nice cock, which he rubbed sitting in the row in front of me to the right. He wasn’t interested in me, though, as he made no eye contact except to check me out when he first came in.
I sat there a good hour, and people came and went, sometimes the same people — one particular guy two or three times, each time seeing that it was “still me” in the back row, and taking a seat in another row.
Next, this totally hairy, hot guy came in and took a seat next to me. His body hair was so dark, black, like I love and he was so lean that I could not believe he’d at all be interested in me. He opened his towel, and revealed a thick, uncut dick sticking straight out from the thickest, hairiest black bushes. Yum.
We both stroked our dicks for a few minutes, looking at each other’s hands, and then he stood up. He walked over to me, and put that monster right in front of my face. I touched him all over, his chest, his nipples, the left of which had a ring in it, his ass, that place that forms into a “V” in the front leading down to the groin area on thin guys, his bush his balls, and that hot dick.
His dick got rock hard. I could not resist taking it into my mouth, which I did. I really only opened my mouth and let him rest it on my tongue. I don’t consider myself at all good at sucking dick, not really knowing what to do, and not really wanting to take big dicks far into my mouth. They gag me, and that’s not fun. He wasn’t aggressive sticking it in either, so it was just a little taste, and then he started jacking it. I rubbed his body all over, put my face right into his bush, which smelled just a little musky, but not bad at all. Just “manly” really. HOT. He moaned.
At about that time, someone appeared at the door, and he wrapped his towel around himself, and left the theater. Later, I saw a guy working there, who I thought was him, but I couldn’t be sure. Maybe he was just grabbing a quickie before work.
After that, two guys in particular caught my eye, both of whom came to the door several times, looked at me sitting in the back row, sometimes looking more than once, sometimes touching themselves through their towel while standing at the door, then leaving, and then coming back, again, the same ritual, but always going away after a few minutes.
One time, at the door, was Steve. He told me that the place was too dead, and that he was going home. I decided to stay.
Eventually, after realizing things were not going to get any better, one of those two guys came back, saw my arm moving up and down on myself in the back row, and took a seat next to me. He had actually come in one of the other two times and sat two rows in front of me. He had black hair, with a couple of blond spots in the back, and some blond highlights on the top. He was really a little too old for that kind of hair style, I’d guess in his early 40s, but was fairly handsome. He had a little goatee, which works me, but no chest hair, which doesn’t. His bush was trimmed, but the black hair their still evident, which I like.
We both started jacking our hard cocks, watching each other, and then he got out a bottle of poppers, took a whiff, and offered it to me.
“No, thanks,” I mouthed, and we kept at it. Eventually, he got up and moved to the seat next to me, originally there being a seat between us.
As soon as he put his hand on my dick, I wanted to cum. He jacked it some, and very quickly, I moved his hand away, grabbed my dick and squeezed it to keep from coming. I was too late. While I was squeezing, cum shot out, and started oozing between my fingers, which he found totally hot. I opened my soaked fist, and he started jacking his dick like crazy looking at the cum.
I reached over and grabbed his hard, throbbing dick, and jacked it hard and fast for about 20 seconds, he took it back in his hand, and I rubbed his trimmed bush for a second, after which he shot the hugest load all over himself.
As soon as it happened, he started laughing. (A theme tonight it seems.) He made the comment, “What a funny story,” which I took to mean that we both came so fast, which was probably unusual for him. He quickly said, “Bye,” and got up to leave, both of us chuckling. Before he got to the door, I said, “My, my, people cum and go so quickly around here.” I heard him laugh out loud as he exited the theater.
About 20 minutes later, the other guy, who had come and gone to the door several times came back. This guy had a five o’clock shadow around his mouth like a goatee, and a hairy chest and stomach, just like I like. He looked a little, I hate to say “dumb,” or maybe it was just drunk or stoned, but he kept his mouth opened a little too much. He did have nice lips though.
I started jacking my cock again, watching the movie, which now had DC Chandler, with his huge cock, on the screen getting ready to fuck some young stud. I looked over at the guy at the door, back at the screen, back at him. This time he came in, and he, too, took the first seat in the last row, leaving an empty seat between us.
We looked at each other jacking, then at each other’s faces, then back to each other’s dicks. His cock was about 7.5 to 8 inches, and it was uncut, as they usually seem to be up here. Eventually, I moved to the seat next to me, and when I put my hand around his dick to jack it, I was immediately totally turned on by the thickness of it around the base. Hot. Hot. Hot. Thick, and so hard. His breath was atrocious (heavy alcohol and smoke), however, so there was to be no kissing involved.
He edged me a couple of times, and I stopped him, squeezing my dick in time this time. He got totally turned on by that. He turned sideways in his seat, and leaned over and started sucking me. I moaned loudly. God. I reach along his back, and rubbed him there, and moved down to rub the hairy crack of his ass. He moaned.
He grabbed the base of my dick, and while sucking the top of it, started jacking the base. That was it. I started moaning loudly. I raised my torso up a little, and felt it coming. He knew it was coming. He took me out of his mouth, and jacked a huge load of cum out of my dick.
He looked up at me, and we smiled at each other. He didn’t seem to want to get off, which is always fine with me. Most of these guys are a lot of work. I said, “Thank you,” and he said, “Merci.” He got up and left the theater.
I took one more twirl just to see if there was anything going on in the dark, glory hole room, My eyes didn’t adjust very quickly to the dark. There was no one in the corridor I walked into, and when I peered around the corner that’s in there, I saw no one. “Pitiful,” I muttered, not very loudly though, to myself. As I turned around to walk out, I saw a towel in one of the glory hole booths. People aren’t usually standing in those when there’s no one else in there.
I laughed in my head as I left wondering if the guy thought I was one of those trolls who talk themselves in bath houses, or maybe worse yet, thought I was calling him pitiful.
I took a cab back to the intersection of St. Hubert and St. Catherine, and stopped in the McDonald’s for “dinner.” I resisted the temptation of a Big Mac, not even sure if they sell them in the middle of the night, and settled on a cheeseburger with onion and ketchup (that sweet ketchup) only, and a small order of fries. Yum. I could easily have eaten a second cheeseburger, but resisted.
On the way home, at just after 3AM, two things surprised me: 1) on St. Hubert, on the first block down St. Hubert, a man walking in front of me got to his car, which was empty, got in on the passenger side, and slid over to the driver’s seat. I found it so odd that he didn’t just walk around to the driver’s door. 2) Further down St. Hubert, at the crossroad of Lagauchetiere Street, the next street up from the guest house, a woman jogging alone came into view to my right, and jogged past me, behind me. How odd to be jogging alone that late, or early.
I was totally surprised to find the light on back in the room, and Steve’s bed empty. It was just after three o’clock now, and he had left the sauna, probably at about 1:00 or 1:30. I hoped that nothing had happened to him on the way home. I checked around the desk and dresser for a note thinking maybe he had come home, and decided to go sit up on the roof, and perhaps had fallen asleep up there. Nothing.
I read some, which I had planned to do even if he was there, thinking I would grab my book, and go to the lobby and read. After about 20 minutes, I started nodding off. I’ll turn on my cellphone in case he’s taken somewhere, or just has access to a phone, and needs me. I turned off the light, and fell asleep immediately — to find him safe and sound in his bed when I woke up.