We left the room at around midnight, and headed over to Sauna 5018, our old haunt from the first two days. Steve headed for the dark room, and I went downstairs to the theater. There was this magnificent specimen of a man sitting in the second row of seats, right on the end where you come in. Evidently he liked to be watched, but in a limited way; that is, though he took the end seat on the second row, which was the seat right in front of the entrance door, he kept his dick covered the entire time he was playing with himself.
He looked like a football player. Huge guy, heaving chest with thick black hair all over it, and darker and thicker in the center and a trail down to his stomach area which fanned back out and headed down to a thick, black bush. Unbelievable body, and a handsome, handsome face, with a serious five o’clock shadow. He had his hairy leg up on the arm of the seat in front of him, which was the row I was sitting in. The bottom of his foot was dirty from walking on that nasty floor barefoot. I ignored that.
I took a seat in the front row, all the way against the wall, so one row up and three seats to the left. (Three sheets to the wind?) I had a slight view of him if I looked as far to the right as I could without turning my head — certainly enough to see his hand moving up and down under his towel, and to hear the noise his, evidently, lubed up cock was making while he was stroking it. Every time someone came to the door, which guys often did to peek in to see how many people, if anyone, was in there, I had a good excuse to take in a full view of him. All fucking man. Masculinity realized. God.
After a while, when there was only one other person in the theater, toward the back, I opened my towel, and openly jacked off while watching the film, and watching him as much as I could out of the corner of my eye. As i jacked harder and faster, I could hear his slopping noises getting faster and faster, too, which was totally hot.
He didn’t seem interested in doing anything else. Obviously, looking the way he did, he could have anyone he wanted there. But, he pretty much stayed in the theater the entire time. I left, and when I came back later he was still there. Same seat. Same action. I don’t know if he ever even came, or just liked sitting there rubbing himself and teasing people. Whatever floats your boat is what I say. If I looked like that, I might do the same thing.
I went up to the “dark room and glory hole area,” where I found Steve sitting on a chair outside that area. I went in. There weren’t many people in there, but two guys were up against the all humping against each other, and I stood in a corner and watched. After a couple of minutes, this almost bald-headed guy, mustache, hairy chest came in. He looked me up and down, and I fully expected to be dismissed, but he took a stop closer and started rubbing the hair in the middle of my chest. He reached down and touched my dick, which of course was hard. He tilted is head in a “follow me” signal, which I did.
He had a room right around the corner from that area. We dropped our towels and hugged, and rubbed against each other, and then he started his way down. What a nice way of sucking dick, putting his mouth around it, then pulling back with his tongue on the underside until my dick popped out of his mouth. Yum.
He got me edging at least twice, then turned me around and started licking and tonguing my ass. As much as I love that, I’m not big on doing that in bath houses, as there are a lot of things to be “caught” or “passed” that way, but if it has to be done, I’d rather have it done to me than do it to someone else. I wasn’t giving off very “gratified” signals, and as soon as I had the chance, turned around to get him to suck my dick again.
He pushed me down on his bed, and I leaned back against the wall, while on his knees he sucked me, and looked at me. I reach up and put my hand on the back of his nearly-bald head and pushed his face down on my dick. He got me at the brink twice, at which time I would grab my dick and squeeze the hell out of it to keep it from shooting. The second time, I waited just a little too long, and when I thought it had subsided let it go, but this little stream shot up on my stomach.
He smiled, and said, “Is that it?” I was surprised that he spoke English. “Oh no,” I said. Little did he know about my “Octavia” nickname, and that I still had a good 7 more loads to shoot.
He got right back on it, and this time, it built up so slowly and powerfully, and I knew I was going to let it go, as the last time he went down it, he said, “I want it.” The explosion started up my dick, and I pushed his head back, but he wouldn’t have it. He swallowed it all, which was substantial, without a flinch or gag. Totally hot.
Of course, I always wonder afterward (good time to — NOT), when a guy swallows, if he’s HIV+, because in my mind, who would do that if they weren’t. However, I realize that’s not how everyone thinks, and in a way, it’s probably stereotypical thinking. Oh well. The deed was done.
We stood, and I took a last look at his beautiful, semi-hard, about 7 inch, uncut dick. Beautiful. Semi-hard, and skin still covering the head, with just a dime size opening offering a peak into the head behind the skin. That is so the essence of masculinity to me. Shiver.
I went back down to the theater, and stud man was still there, doing the same thing. I stayed a little while longer, and then went up to see if I could find Steve to see how he was doing. I found him sitting outside “the room” again, and made sure he wasn’t ready to go yet, which he wasn’t.
I went back into the dark room, and no one was in there. Shortly after that this guy came in who was older and had quite the stomach. I couldn’t really see it as much as see the outline of it, which was substantial.
Shortly after that this “kid” came in, who looked so incredibly young. He was very small-framed, thin, had a beard that’s one of those that’s really just line from his side burns down to his chin area. He had a little tuft of hair on his chin under his lip, and a little bit of hair hanging off the end of his chin, but not enough to be a goatee. He had hairy pits with thick dark hair there, just a tiny bit of hair in the center of his chest, and then a beautiful goody-trail from his belly button down to his thick, black bush.
He sat down on the bench in there, and I stood directly across from him, rubbing myself, while he did the same to himself. I really thought this kid looked no older than 18, and even wondered if you had to be 21 to get in the place. I thought, “There is no way this kid is interested in a 46-year old. However, as dimly lit as it was in there, I could see that he was looking at me, and then he opened his towel completely, continuing to jackoff.
I moved across and put my hand on his dick. It was a nice dick for as small as he was, which is extra hot to me. I could tell that it was uncut, though I couldn’t see it well enough to know for sure, and the skin was not covering the head while he was hard. I started jacking it, and that’s when I could tell that it was uncut, when I pulled the skin up, there was a lot of it moving back and forth. Hot. Hot. Hot. I wanted to suck his dick bad, but did not, as I really don’t like to do that in bath houses, even though it’s supposed to be “low risk.”
While I was jacking him, he touched me just a couple of times, very sparingly, but when he did it was like electricity to me. After a couple of minutes this short older (than me) guy came in, knelt down, pushed my hand away, and started sucking that boys dick to no end. I rubbed his chest, and stomach, and thighs, and balls while that guy sucked him. After a minute or so, a hand from behind me reached up between my legs and started jacking my dick.
I edged three times having to pull that guys hand away from my dick, and squeezing it to keep from coming. I then started rubbing the boy again, and the hand started up on my dick again. I reached down between the boy’s legs, and rubbed his balls, which were not very big, but I could feel the hair there. He moaned as I rubbed there and moved my hand down to his ass, which was also hairy. He moaned, I’m not sure from being sucked or from being touched there, and he scooted forward on the bench so that his asshole was exposed. I fingered him there and he moaned some more. Now, while getting sucked, I finger-fucked his ass, and his head was moving from side to side, as me moaned some more, and squirmed a little on my finger. I thought he would come then, but he didn’t. He’d been getting sucked for at least 15 minutes by this point.
I stopped touching him there, and moved my hand back up to rub his chest, and then his pit hair. With my serious pit hair fetish, that guy behind me jacking my dick, and me edging, that boy reached up and rubbed my balls. Needless to say, that sent me over the edge, and I shot a huge load all over the wall in there. I feel sorry for the next person who sits on that bench and leans back against the wall.
I sat for a little while longer, and watched that boy getting sucked. I started jacking off, just lightly, and saw him look over a couple of times. I considered coming again watching him, but by this time it was becoming evident that this boy was most likely not going to cum. It had easily been 25 or 30 minutes that he’d been being sucked and hadn’t come yet. After a minute or two, when the guy sucking him to a break (can’t blame him for that), the boy pulled his towel around himself, got up, and walked away.
Steve was sitting on the chair outside the room, and was ready, as was I. As soon as we walked out the door, a cab was driving by, and we hailed it. We got back to the room just before 3:00, and we both read a little. Steve closed his book, rolled over, and in less than a minute, literally, he was quietly snoring. I finished the chapter I was reading, and then turned out the light. Sleep came easily and quickly.