Rich's Scouting Trip

Rich had called me earlier in the week. "I'm on my way down to Atlanta. Got a couple things planned. Want to join me one night for a scouting trip?"
He called me every time he came down south. I'd known Rich for better than nearly twenty years. I'd been messing around with my landlord at the time. He invited me to a house party one night. I didn't know anyone there except for him, so I was sitting on the patio with a beer when this guy came over and sat down next to me.
Rich and I talked for about two hours. We made a date for the following weekend to hang out.
Since then we've been friends. Not the closest mind you, just good friends.
Rich is part owner of a bathhouse back where I was living. It wasn't his 'passion' or anything, but he always enjoyed it. Every time he went anywhere, he'd visit a spa to see if there was anything he could incorporate into his back home.
I'd been to several with him. I'd seen him nude dozens of times. Never did anything with him. Our friendship, as peripherally filthy as it got on occasion, was platonic.
I put my car in the parking garage attached to the hotel and made my way up to his room. I knocked on the door and watched as it swung open. I didn't know the guy who opened the door, a kid in his early...early 20's. "Oh hey! You're Joe, right? Rich said to wait here for you. We're supposed to meet him down at the bar."
The kid was whip-thin, tall, with long brown hair at the top of his head, a razor fade on the sides and back with eyes that looked artificially light. He had a constant wry smile, like he was up to something. He shrugged a hoodie over a retro 'Guess' t-shirt and we made our way to the lobby.
Rich was at the bar in a pair of loose-fitting linen pants and an equally as loose button down shirt. His head was smooth as a bowling ball, a salt-and-pepper mustache and goatee on his chin. His brown eyes were behind gold-rimmed round glasses that looked a hair too small for his head.
His dad-bod figure had gotten more dad-bodish. He had a bit of a belly, but he was still strong. That strong from working every day of your life.
"Look who it is." He said, putting down some mixed drink or another, "You piece o'shit. You missed my birthday." He put on a pout, "I was...all alone."
The younger guy, Duane, countered, "You had a birthday party at the Pyramid club. There were over a hundred people there."
He waved him away, "Semantics. Our uber will be here in five." Not even enough time to get a drink.
We pulled up and were dropped off near the entry. Rich, since he was the host, paid for all three of us. The guy working the entry gave him a grin that was in no way subtle.
Rich rented two rooms adjacent and a locker. Duane would take the locker, but actually join Rich in his room. Their relationship seemed weird to me. There was friendship, but nothing that looked like affection.
I got into my barely-cublcle-sized room and stripped down, grabbing the supplied towel and wrapping it around my waist, sucking in my gut a little to make sure it had good purchase.
Just as I walked out Duane exited. He was still thin, but wiry, like a narrow swimmer. He was also utterly hairless from below his scalp. "Where you off to first?" His voice had that sort of dismissive quality. I didn't take offense, it's sort of a generational thing. I kind of get it.
"I'm gonna go shower. It's the least I can do." I grinned and walked down the corridor, down a flight of stairs and into the large shower area. I pulled the towel off and hung it on the hook, looking along the pool outside where Duane was on his way.
The shower was hot already, a nice change from the cool outside air. I put my head below the water and let it warm me to the bone. I grabbed two shots of the provided soap and lathered myself. I fully opened my eyes a second later and saw Duane had taken the next shower.
He was hairless behind the towel as well. I made no subterfuge while checking him out. He was too thin to have real 'washboard' abs, more like a smooth transition from his ribs to his groin.
His equipment was...it was pretty. He was narrower than what we'd consider 'average', slightly shorter as well, but he was also flaccid. His foreskin was almost perfectly run to just before the edge of his glans, a tiny bit of the pink-purple head poking out of the hood. It was like someone had taken a snapshot of the perfect cock, then painted it.
The sack below was a bit smaller than I might've thought.
I put the water out and grabbed the towel. I didn't put it on, instead opening an adjoining door leading to a steam room.
It was unsurvivable hot. I took a seat about ten feet in along the wall and leaned my head against the intensely hot tile.
There were two other people in the place, I could tell from the sounds. One guy directly across from where I sat, probably twelve feet or so. The other was to the right, maybe six feet or so. The guy across was relatively quiet. The guy to the right was shuffling Escort Yakacık a lot, moving. He sounded like an older guy.
The door opened and I cracked my lids. It was Rich. He took a seat near me on the left, "Kinda hot. How long you think you could stay in here, man?"
I shrugged, "Who knows? Twenty minutes? Long enough to get into trouble, maybe." I grinned and put my hand on his thigh in a sort of 'hey kiddo, how you doin' chaste way. "You?"
He nodded a bit, leaned forward, "About half an hour. Enough time to get in trouble a couple times." He reached down and tugged on himself a couple times. I felt him against my hand, wide as he'd always been and starting to get erect.
We sat there in silence for a few minutes. I heard the guy to my right stand and I opened my eyes to see him take two steps toward us, drop to his knees in front of Rich and spread his lips. He took some 3" of Rich into his mouth in a single shot.
One other thing about Rich. He's in that 1% of guys that's really, really hung. Thick and Long, with wide, raised veins coursing through it like gnarled roots. A somewhat jagged circumcision scar was back about an inch from the frenulum, it's virtually white shade a contrast from his dark tan shaft, lighter still than his brownish-purple head.
Seen it a lot. Never touched it. The guy on his knees next to me was very into it though. He was pretty heavyweight, his largish chin periodically hitting the tile seats. His breath came somewhat raggedly as he worked on Rich. He wasn't slowing down though. He reached below himself with his other hand...the hand he wasn't working on Rich, and was pumping himself almost painfully fast.
I glanced for another couple of minutes and stood, nodding to Rich as I walked towards the door. He nodded back with a kind of "meh" look on his face. Chances are the guy would work on him while working on himself, cum in a few minutes and Rich would mosey away to his next partner.
Rich would let guys work on him for ages. They'd sit on that extraordinary dick of his and ride until they came. Jack off until they came. Rich would have the stamina of a God. The only time he'd actually finish would be with someone pumping his ass full of jizz.
In fact, it was only during that last moment that Rich finally got his rocks off. Just fucking him wouldn't cut it. He needed that final few thrusts of a partner before he'd blow his load.
I'd seen it several times. This wasn't our first trip to a bathhouse, spa, or resort together.
I rinsed myself off again and went to the sauna.
The heavy door opened without much effort, letting the deep aroma of wood, heat, bodies fill my nostrils. The heat was less than the steam room, at least from the feeling. It was actually probably warmer.
I could hear flesh hitting flesh from around a blind corner. I passed the wooden wall and saw two older men. One was a thin, bald man probably in his early 60's. He was a bit taller than my 5'9", but not quite six feet. He had that older guy build, slight potbelly, thin in general. A trail of white hair on his chest down to his prick, currently shuttling in and out of the other man's ass.
The other man was thin and reasonably well built, a bit younger than the other man with a narrow ass. He had light grey hair, not much else anywhere. He was leaning on the wooden seat before him, easily taking the guy behind him with his eyes closed and a grin on his face. As I walked by them and saw, below the standing man's spread legs, a pair of pendulous balls swinging forward and back.
I took a seat somewhat away from the action, next to Duane. He was relaxed, not much phased by what was happening...except for his erection.
It WAS a grower. Not to the level of Rich, mind you, but pretty nice nonetheless. Just under seven inches and wide. His foreskin had pulled back as he'd gotten hard. He had somewhat less loose flesh than some uncut guys. Gorgeous setup though. His balls had even swollen a bit and were resting on the cedar boards beneath him.
Two other men occupied the room as well. A heavyset younger man in his early 20's, I'd guess, still wrapped in his towel but stroking an apparent bulge. The other was a black man in his 40's, watching while stroking a deep, dark still partially flaccid 7 or so inches.
I didn't say anything as we watched, but I got my first erection of the afternoon. It was thrumming. It'd come on quickly and I thought to myself about wanting to line up after the other guy was done.
I shook it off after a couple minutes and looked at Duane, "Think I'll head to other venues."
"Have fun" he said, grinning.
The place had an area on the main floor with several darkened rooms. They were connected through a set of passageways with small saloon doors on either side. These led to a few 'gloryhole' rooms which, to be honest, were my favorite spots. What can I say, I've got a pervy streak.
I waltzed through the area. Not a lot of people there. One hispanic guy, maybe 30 and Atalar escort just a touch overweight. An older white guy, thinner. He watched the area like a predator.
Me? I took a room about three down. From my previous experience I knew this particular room had four total holes in the walls. Two facing the hallway, one in the door and one in the wall next to it. One in the left wall, one in the right.
There was a small stool in the center. I took my towel off and hung it around my neck, whipping out my five and three-quarters inches and beginning a slow stroke. Just being in the room was titillating, erotic.
I didn't have to wait long. The older guy made his way to the hole next to the door. A five inch circumcised prick pushed itself deep into the hole. Surrounded by wiry white hair, a pendulous set of balls underneath, almost hitting the lower edge of the hole.
I took him into my mouth immediately. He tasted like clean soap and water, smelled like the generic stuff from the showers downstairs.
Immediately he got vocal, "Yeah baby. Hot mouth. You want my cum, I know you do." I pulled him deeper into my throat, further slobbered on his hard-like-a-teenager prick, pushing my head onto him as far as I could go, not being a deepthroater. I got him to maybe four inches.
"Fuck yeah boy. Drink that cock down. Suck it dry." He began a slow motion back from the hole and into it with me mouthing him as far as possible.
I could get more and more into my mouth as he went on, until finally I was feeling his stiff, curled hairs against my lips.
"Oh, oh boy. You gonna suck me down. You're gonna swallow daddy's babies down. You're gonna love the taste, yeah." His voice had dropped an octave. He was getting into it.
My tongue went like mad over him, trying to lick every millimeter, every crevice in his almost too-smooth shaft, his head with it's tiny patterns, nearly impossible to see but easy to feel with my mouth.
He started to gasp and his comments dropped out. I felt him twitch and a second later, a viscous glob hit my tongue. I didn't get the chance to taste it as I swallowed. Then felt another longer pulse and more fluid.
His slit quit dumping jizz into my mouth after the fifth or sixth pulse but he kept his twitching for another twenty seconds or so. Then, with an almost audible sound he pulled away from the wall and out of my mouth without a word.
I felt a bit of slobber on my chin and wiped it off, noting that second that there was a tan-brown cock, shorter and wider than the last poking through from the room to the right. Once again, I applied myself.
He wasn't a talker. The most I got out of him was "uhnn" as I put my mouth down to his base.
His balls were tight against his body. He was uncut, and his excess skin surrounded the top of him, flexing and twitching with the sensations I was providing. He was as close as he could be to the hole, some of his lower body pushing through the hole, desperately trying to get more into my face.
I continued on him, working as much as I could until he finally pulled back, "Can I come in?" He asked in a whisper. I answered yes.
He came in as I noticed a new prick pushing through the hole leading to the hallway. Long and straight, surrounded by white hair like the first. I mouthed it and started working him, but had changed my position to kneel over the small stool rather than sit. The man who'd joined me was on his knees behind me, his tongue probing as deep into my ass as you could get without using your junk.
The one coming through the wall was definitely the guy who'd been getting fucked in the sauna. His almost zero percent body fat had the entirety of his erection up for grabs. I started in on him and began working on him the way the guy behind me was working.
Of the two of us, his tongue was a whole lot more skilled...and energetic.
The prick in my mouth was a fitful thing, twitching constantly. I think he could take getting fucked, probably getting stroked or mouth while he was getting fucked, but not getting sucked. Some guys can't.
I went up and down on the one in my face, moving my tongue in a regular motion under his shaft (it's when he inhaled sharply and trembled bodily...keep to what works).
I'd just gotten him in a pattern when I halted. Not voluntarily, mind you. The guy behind me had pulled back and pushed himself towards my hole. He was subtle and easy and in just a few moments had pushed himself inside to several inches.
I guess my pandemic work with the two suction-cup dildos in my shower is paying off.
My ass hit his groin as I pushed back onto him. As soon as he was in completely, I went back to the one in my face. I let the action of his fucking push me on and off the cock in my mouth, my tongue rolled onto the bottom again, feeling him tense up even more now.
It took only a minute or so for the guy in my mouth to finish. Unlike the first guy, this one began hurtling jizz into my mouth with reckless abandon. Kadıköy escort bayan Six, seven, eight shots and a few twitches. Out he went.
The guy behind me kept going. He kept going until the next unit came through the same hole. I'd seen this one. Sat next to it in the sauna.
I had a bit of nervous anxiety about putting my mouth onto Duane. On the one hand, he was 'maybe' the boytoy of one of my oldest friends. On the other hand, a light, clear drop was just off his piss slit and lightly rolling down to the bottom of his head.
My mouth went to it. He was twitching ridgid. The drop tasted clean, clear. As soon as I got the first drop into my mouth he began to issue more, a steady stream I could actually taste over my own saliva, which is saying something.
The man behind me began to grunt. The sweat from his face rolled down to hit my back in hot, steady drops as he pumped. I rolled my hips back into him time after time.
Finally, his hands, which had been holding my hips got tighter. Got more firm and held me with an almost frightening grip. A second later, two incomplete, erratic thrusts and he whispered something in Spanish. I felt him bury himself completely inside and begin to twitch. Not just his cock but his entire body.
All at once he pulled out and sat back. Duane, in my mouth, began to move his hips in a thrusting motion.
He, like Rich, had a very relaxed method. His movement was slow, deliberate.
With no warning he removed himself from the hole and walked into the room. "Huh, well this is a thing, isn't it. Man, you should get ready." He glanced at the man who'd fucked me, sitting on the floor.
A moment later I saw why. A cock came through the hole. A cock I've known for nearly 20 years. Thick, veined. I'd never seen it from this angle. I started to pull back, to walk out to let Rich know it was me.
Duane put his head down next to mine and whispered, "C'mon, you know you want to. Every guy who's ever liked a cock in his ass wants that one." It bounced lightly in front of me, Rich probably shifting his feet, getting closer to the wall.
Rich's young friend turned me around. The hispanic man handed him a small vial of lube, which he smeared on my ass, inserting a finger. "You ready?" He whispered.
"No goddam idea." I lined and backed up. I felt him touch my ring, but my aim is pretty good. I used some of the lube at my ass to coat him. He twitched below my palm.
I pushed back against him and felt the width of him spreading me apart. If the earlier man hadn't fucked me there was no way this would be even close to happening. A split second after I'd felt him opening me, a half and inch or so came rolling inside.
"You're doin' just fine, man." Duane said, putting his cock into my face. He passed between my lips instantly.
I kept pushing back while Duane pushed forward. I got three inches of him. I could feel the rippling, coursing veins pressed against my rectum as I rode back on him. Four inches and I first felt him hit my prostate, sending a jolt of electricity through me. Five inches and he just about hit the point where I had to...move slightly, just to line things up better. I'm not sure he noticed. Six inches and I had to pull off the first time, get a breath in. Seven inches now, and I felt myself still not quite lined up right. I needed to shift again. Eight inches and I could feel him still twitching inside me, but deep into my guts.
My cheeks hit the wall. The electricity was still pounding through me as he vibrated against my prostate. I gasped at the cold wall against me, particularly when the air was hot throughout the area. Duane whispered down to me, still gouting the precum into my throat. At my ass, Rich began to thrust, clearly knowledgeable about gloryhole etiquette.
As for me, it was out of hand. I was overstimulated to an epic level. Every thrust of Rich's prick would send a shockwave through my existence. Every pulse of precum Duane shoved into my mouth would send it the other way.
Three minutes later I felt myself blasting cum onto the floor under me. Two minutes later I could feel myself climaxing a second time. 90 seconds later it happened again.
Rich pulled out five minutes later. Duane pulled the hand of the man on the floor and asked him quietly to stand up and walk out. He did so, patting me on the ass as he walked out. Duane followed him with a finger to his lips.
Another cock poked through just after they'd left. Average length and girthy, I took him into my ass, feeling it's bruised and tender nature as he massaged me in a cool, quick screwing session that resulted in him ejaculating inside me.
I went back to the shower then the sauna, using the heat of one of the seats to ease my overworked ass. I watched Rich while I sat there as a young, lithe black man shuttled a bit over seven inches in and out of him at a pace that was frightening. Duane's cock went deep into his throat while this happened.
I saw Duane pull his generous member out and pump his hand along it, spreading cum over Rich's face and chest. Only a second later, without touching himself at all, Rich exploded ejaculate from his groin to his forehead. Only a few seconds later the young man screwing Rich blew his load into Rich's colon.