As I shared with you previously, I moved to San Diego from a small rural Town. There were things in San Diego that I had never known existed. Exposure to thing like adult Book Stores allowed me to explore a position of me that I didn't know existed. After my premature story, I found other ways to inflate my horizons and experience more carnal pleasures, I stumbled into a bathhouse. No really, I actually did trip up into it as there was a stair that I didn't see as I walked in the door as the elbow room was dark.

This bathing machine was across the street from where I worked. It didn't have any mark on the battlefront and the windows were blacked out. I saw masses going in and out all day and was curious about what it was. The guy cable at oeuvre just laughed when I asked and said it was a bathhouse. WTF is a bathing machine ? They said they had never been so they didn't know, although they were both smiling and laughed when they said so. So now I was curious.

After work one evening I went over and tried to look in. Nothing. I saw a few men go in, one of them stopping and looked me over before opening the door and entering. It seemed like I was always seeing men go in, I don't remember seeing any women, but I was always busy at work and wasn't just watching the room access. Anyway after seeing a couple of more guys go in I reached for the door and walked in and promptly stumbled up a set of stairs and into the back of some guy waiting at the counter. He helped me up and turned back to the heel counter, retrieved a towel and a key and walked down the hall. I walked up to the comeback and leaned in. The guy asked me what I wanted. I said I had no clew, this was my first sentence here. He pointed up at the signboard behind him that advertised pace for lockers and way. I didn't see anything about bathroom so I asked him about the bath. He chuckled and said they had saunas and exhibitioner. I said exquisitely and slid $ 10 across the tabulator for a locker and he handed me a towel and a key and said the locker room was down the Charles Martin Hall to the left hand.

I walked down the dorm and took the entryway to the left. Nothing special, it looked like any gymnasium locker way. There were a couple of row of locker and what looked like open showers on the rachis bulwark. There was water running and I thought I could hear someone moaning, but I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure why I needed a locker, I didn't bring anything else to change into so I started to go back out to the hall to see what else was there. The guy I stumbled into when I entered was standing by the former doorway, a towel wrapped around his waist. I started to walk past but he put a hand up to stop me and pointed to the towel I left on the bench and said"Hey, you forgot your towel ”. He asked me if I had ever been to a bagnio and I said no. He said it can be confusing and that he could show me around. I started back to the door, with the towel over my shoulder and he stopped me again. He said that I needed to change and I told him that I hadn't brought anything else to wear. He told me,"You have a towel"and pointed me back to the locker. I walked back over and slowly ungarbed. Once nude, I wrapped my towel around my shank and headed back over to the hall. He introduced himself as Danny and asked me what I am into. Misunderstanding his dubiousness, I told him I am a big music fan and know the opportunities for music in San Diego. smile, he said"No, what are you into"and lifted his towel to show up me his shaft. I stared at it and quickly looked away not sure what to say. He asked me again and I mumbled"I don't know what I am into. I don't know ”. He asked if I had been with a guy before and I said"Once ”. He asked me if I liked it and I said I didn't know as I was a piffling sot at the sentence. He nodded. He said that if I leave this room, there are a lot of different affair that can hap at the bathhouse. He said he would show me if I wanted. I nodded and said yes.

The hall was dark, the only twinkle coming from the locker room and from little lamps in the rooms we passed as we walked down the manor hall. nearly of the room were empty, but we passed one elbow room where there were two men, lying adjacent to each other, each with the early 's cock in their mouth. Danny paused and watched the action a bit as the two guys worked up and down each other. One of the guys had his arms wrapped around the other 's rose hip and pulled him closer, swallowing all of his rooster as the guy pistoned in and out of his lip. Danny nudged me and we continued walking down the hall. As I walked I noticed he had his paw on my lower back, softly guiding me down the antechamber. We got to a large way that had a few chair and a couch facing a TV mounted up in a niche. The TV was showing porn and there were a couplet of guys watching it. Well maybe they were watching it but they were fucking at the same fourth dimension. The guy getting fucked was bent over the back of the couch and his mate behind him, sliding in and out with a steady rhythm. I stopped and watched. Other than my one time with Kyle and a few videos I had watched since then, I had never seen two guys fuck. The bottom was holding onto the couch and turned to look at the guy fucking him. He leaned in and they kissed while he still pumped his dick in and out of the guy rope ass. I noticed Danny watching intently too and also noticed he had his hand under his towel and was massaging his stopcock. He saw me looking and nodded and pulled it out for me to watch. His tool was not fully erect but I could see that it was probably 6 or 7 in long, it was nail down and curved slightly upward. He turned to me, pinning me up against the wall and rubbed his cock on my stomach. Leaning in he whispered"you can advert me if you want"and continued to rub up against my bare stomach. I felt my cock bounce a distich of times, the auditory sensation from the former couple and the closeness of Danny was definitely arousing me.

I reached down and took his cock in my hand and slowly started stroking him. He leaned in and kissed me, pushing his lingua into my mouth and pulling back started nuzzling my neck. I continued to stroke his cock… sliding my hand up and down the shaft as I felt him get harder. He continued to buss me and took playful piquantness at my earlobe, my lip and my pap. He started to reach down under my towel and I stopped him and said"I am not comfy doing this in world ”. He said"You are not in public, you are in a bathhouse"and reached under my towel. I stopped stroking his tool and pulled back. He nodded and grabbed his towel from where it fell, he took my hired man and led me further down the hall. Eventually we came to a dark alcove and he pulled me in, pinning me up against the wall and again started grinding his cock against my publicise stomach. He reached down and undid my towel and in one quick motion dropped to his knee and took my rooster into his mouth. I could find the fondness of his mouth and he pushed himself forward taking my entire cock. He started a deadening motility up and down my dick, occasionally stopping and licking the bottom of the shaft with dull separatrix of his knife. This felt so good and I could palpate my dick inure quickly. He continued to go down on on the tip of my hammer, rubbing his hand up and down the beam of light and with his other hand stroking his own tool. This felt so unspoilt and I let out a soft groan as he continued to sop up me off. I felt his lips running up my thigh and he took my nutsack in his lip while stroking me. More quickly probes with his glossa and then back to long and tiresome front sucking my putz. I put my hired man on his fountainhead and pushed into him and saw him list back and smile before diving back in for my hawkshaw. I could palpate that I was going to cum but I wanted this to last longer so I pulled my gumshoe out of his oral fissure and leaned back. He stood up and placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me around where I was facing the wall. I felt his warm breather down my back as he lowered himself again. He slid my pegleg wider apart and I felt small bites on my back and on my ass. I felt him licking my thigh and my nutsack and then I felt him run his glossa up my ass snap followed by a finger and then his tongue again. Without any admonition, I felt his knife up against my sloshed hole and he started licking at the area around my hole. Warm, moist, probing tongue and probing finger's breadth. This felt amazing and I pushed my ass back against his face trying to keep his tongue engaged with my kettle of fish. He spread my ass cheeks apart and continued to slide his tongue up and down and licking vigorously at my pickle. I could experience his glossa investigation and then his fingers and it felt neat. He continued to work out my ass for quite some time before standing and turning me back around. While he resumed kissing me, I reached down and started stroking his firmly tool. I wanted to taste his cum and I know he wanted me to try out his cum. I slid down the wall sitting on the base and pulled his tool into my mouth. He braced himself against the wall and started sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. His gumshoe was hard and long but was a little specify and easygoing to wrap my mouth around. I took as much of his cock as I could and used my hand to stroke up and down on the shaft. Danny moaned a bit as I started licking all along the alkali of his cock. I kept sliding the head word in and out of my mouth over my soaked lips and I could feel him tense up. I could get a line his moan and I started working my way back up and down his shaft. He started to pump into my mouth and without warning I felt a warm splash of cum in my backtalk and then more. He continued to pump in and out, his cum leaking out of my oral fissure and down my Kuki-Chin. Another burst of cum on my face showed me he was not done and looking down at me, he used the question of his cock to rub it all over my font. I looked up at him and licked the cum off of his cock.

… I wasn't set to will