When he messages, I get excited. This guy never responds unless he is free. Tonight, he is on campus.
First session
I first met him almost a year ago. The shy, 22 year old student from Taiwan invited me over one morning in late April. All of his roommates has already moved out, so he had the place free.
“I’m very sensitive,” he warned me, as he sat on the bed and I knelt before him. His small cock was mouth sized, and I couldn’t resist playing with it with my tongue. In seconds, he gasped and his penis erupted in delicious mouthful of load.
“Wow you weren’t kidding. Next time I’ll go slower,” I told him as I stood up to leave. But he moved away shortly after.
Second session
We would not meet again until September. He had upgraded accommodations, with hardwood floors and a white leather couch in the spacious living room. While he was in the kitchen getting me a bottle of Dasani, I played with my phone. When he got back, I threw it down on the glass coffee table. The stopwatch flicking by second. “We’re going to go at least five minutes,” I told him.
“Ok.” he said. This time he had his laptop beside him. While he was distracted finding porn, it became easier to make him last. I danced my tongue around his balls and the side of his cock, never near the head, and never wrapping my lips around it entirely.
After barely a minute went by, his face contorted. “Uhh.. uh!” I immediately stopped and watched him. People that cum quickly have an incredible ability. He clenched every muscle of his body, and with great effort, heaved a sigh, having held back his orgasm through willpower alone.
“Very good!” I waved toward the counting digits on my phone. “We’re almost there.” Still, I focused lower down his nuts, until he shifted his ass off the leather couch up at me, allowing me to lick him while he watched his porn.
When the timer beeped, he almost jumped up in surprise. I reached behind me to stop it, while still gazing up at him. “Amazing job, see you made it!” I told him. Then I slurped up his penis, massaging it with my tongue. He gave a shocked high pitch yelp. He dug his elbows into the couch cushion and gasped, bucking his hips only three times before ejaculating his thick pent-up load into my tongue. It filled my mouth enough to slosh around, and I knew that I had a new favourite person.
Final exam
So yeah, I’m pretty excited to see him again as I walk down the hallway of the nature building at the University. A man in a cleaning uniform pushes a floor sweeping machine across the shiny linoleum. I wait for him to turn the corner before I knock on the door of the tutorial centre.
At night, the main lights are off, and six half-cubicles line the walls. My host ushers me inside. “My friend left. We should be alone, “ he says. He looks around furtively, then rolls a second chair over to the workstation furthest from the door. “We should go here.”
He sets up his laptop, moving the power brick over to the desk, and I crouch down beside his chair. We’re hidden from the door by the cubical wall separating the stalls, but if anyone takes more than a few steps into the room, they will see us. “Yeah, that’s perfect. If anyone comes, I’ll jump up and pretend we’re working.”
He sits down and slides down his pants, exposing his 4” stiff cock to me, then turns sideways to his laptop. Knowing I have a few seconds while he is distracted, I give his cock a wet sloppy lick, feeling the ridge of the head against my tongue, and the small bump where the skin uniquely puckers and enters the urethra. That part is probably too sensitive, but I just wanted to poke my tongue tip into it and lick up all of his musky scent.
Instead, I rub my cheeks into his soft fuzz, nuzzling his cock against the side of my nose and near my eye. I turn and see Asian men on the laptop screen. One is fingering the other’s pixelated puckered asshole.
We watch it together as I slowly dance my tongue up and down either side of his cock and all over his balls. I do slow laps around his private organs. Whenever I get to the tip, he gasps with pleasure and shifts his hips.
His face is slick with perspiration as he looks down into my eyes. “I want to cum now.”
I smile and at long last, engulf his dick fully between my lips, applying a light suction. He suddenly bucks up against the chair, crying out quick high-pitched moans of pleasure that echos off the walls of the empty room. He lets out a long falsetto gasp as he slammed his groin upward into my face and unleashes his load. It seemed to gush out forever, and I almost choke as some gets into my throat before I can swallow.
Finally his orgasm subsides. Standing up, I swallow and point to the clock. “That was 15 minutes,” I tell him. “You get 99%”
I feel sorry about my bad joke as he looks genuinely shocked and disappointed. “But sir, why not one hundred?”
I’m in Shanghai. My travel partner just left to go play League of Legends at an Internet bar. I finally have the room to myself. He’s my lifeline in this country. I can hardly speak a word of the local language, and nobody here can can speak English. But that’s not a problem if you can Google. In a few minutes later, I’m on Blued, the local app, chatting in one window with Google translate running in the background.
It isn’t until I post a picture of myself that my screen lights up. Here, I’m exotic. Everyone wants to meet with me and show me around. At my age, it feels wonderful to get so many notifications. I can’t even read most of them. Everyone wants me.
One stands out from the rest. A 23 year old. Eventually I work out that he’s actually two guys.
“You are 01?” he asks. A button right in the app translates it to English.
I quickly message my gay friend, who is still busy at the Internet bar. “What’s 01 mean?”
“Where did you hear that? What are you doing?”
“I just want to know.”
“It means bottom/top…”
“Oh thanks,” I tell him. Back to the other screen, I write in primitive Chinese: “I not 0. I not 1. I desire to give you mouth.”
The two guys still want to meet, but they won’t send a picture. I keep asking, but they keep saying the same thing.
“I am good. He is good. Will you meet us?”
“You first give me picture image, then I with you together meet,” I bang out in garbled script.
Finally, he sends one, a grainy picture of himself, eyes glowering at me for the indignity of being made to send a picture. The picture deletes itself after one second.
“OK. Come to my hotel very quick. I will meet you in the lobby.” I write back, copying and pasting from Google. I send a picture of the hotel logo on the ash tray, because without knowing their pronunciation,I’m unable to type the strange characters.
“No want. We come to your level. We are too embarrassed.”
I take a deep breath. They are killers. They are going to handcuff me to the bed and ransack the room, taking my cash and phone. That’s why they want to meet. This is so utterly stupid. My heart is pounding.
“Room 401.” I tell them, and lay back in the bed. I’m gripping my phone so hard, my knuckles are white.
Fuck. I’m addicted to danger. The thrill of it courses through my veins like a drug. I feel high. I jump up, and pace the room. Any moment, my buddy could come back and find us. Not that he’d care. We are the best of friends, but he only likes grizzled hairy bears. I almost want him to come. Maybe it would be safer. What have I gotten myself into?
I hear a light knock on the heavy wooden door. This is it. I check out the viewport, and see them, their distorted visage. The younger one is still glowering.
I open the door, and the two men flow in like a damn burst. The hair of one is slightly greying and he has a small belly. He drops his bag on the desk. I move back, standing by the bed, while they look around and mutter things to each other that I cannot understand.
The other man is much younger. He’s the one from the picture, but this time he is smiling. Unlike his “dad”, the teen’s tan skin is smooth and perfect. He looks into my eyes and, my cock stiffens. They come up to me, still talking to each other. The older man gestures towards the second bed in the room.
“Ni de peng you shenme shi ho hui lai,” he says. I recognize the word for friend, and when. They are asking me when my friend will return, I think.
“He’ll come back soon,” I tell them, speaking slowly and clearly in English. “We should have enough time.”
They look at me blankly. They don’t understand.
I have no idea how to respond. After a moment I grab my phone, start Google translate, and message my response in the Blued app. “My friend will return soon.”
When the teenager reads out his phone, the older man’s face flashes with a worried expression. They start to argue. The boy seems to plead with him and he gives in, finally turning to me with a half smile. “O K.” he says. “It O K”.
They are touching me now, running their hands over my body through my clothes. My eyes are locked on the teen’s body. The older man pulls up my shirt. I raise my arms and let him pull it over my head.
When I reach over to do the same, the teen he obligingly removes his shirt, revealing his thin torso and six pack. He sneers as he sees me drinking him in with my eyes, says something, and they both laugh.
“Wo xiang..” I begin.. speaking badly. I try again, slowly, to get the intonation right. “Wo xiang… gei… ni… kou.” I want to give you mouth.
They laugh again, saying something to me. I can only shake my head. I can’t understand them.
I’ve been ignoring the dad so much I didn’t notice that he had his cock out, and was tugging on it casually with with one hand.
He wraps his other arm around me, and grabs my ass, giving it a solid squeeze, before grabbing hold of my shorts and pulling them down. I help him and I am naked.
He says something and points behind me. There, sprawled on my bed is the teen, his beautiful body on display. I can’t even move. I’m paralysed staring at his body. His skin is a beautiful tan color. Two dark pink nipples sit teasingly on his smooth chest. The sides of his body curved beautifully inwards under his arms, down the sides of his belly and then out slightly at his hips, then down his thighs and legs. His soft ‘innie’ belly button looks tasty as hell. A ‘V’ shape formed nicely down to his smoothly shaved crotch with his rock hard stiffy pointing directly up at his belly. Six inches of hard, pink flesh was pulsing in time with his heartbeat.
I lean down and run my hands on the ridges of the teens rock solid abs. When he holds out his cock at me, I plant my chin against the hotel comforter and run my tongue up against his perineum. I can taste the sweat of the day, despite his shower. It’s 48 degrees outside, after all. I mouth the skin of his soft balls, and slowly make my way up his throbbing penis, already wet with precum before I let it slide through my lips.
He utters a low sound of appreciation as I engulf his penis and let his flavour ooze out over my tongue. Soon I am sucking it like a lollipop.
I feel strong hands caressing my back, making their way lower down my body. The older man bends down over me, and grips my own penis in his rough calloused hands, and starts stroking. This spurs me on, and I begin to bob my head quickly.
Now the teen’s hands fly to my head. I stop my movements and let him fuck, his ass grinding against the bed as he thrusts up into my face. In a moment, his dick pulses and I feel his load spurting out against the back of my throat. I try to help, but he is sensitive. He pulls it out and away from me, swings over and sits on the edge of the bed. I don’t want to stop touching him. I run my palm against his back, just to prove that he is real and this isn’t a dream.
His dad interrupts me, saying something incomprehensible. When I look up questioningly, he sidles up to me. With one hand on his cock, and the other pushes against my shoulder powerfully, forcing me to bend lower. I slide off the bed and onto my knees, and swallow, still feeling the thick gob of the boy’s spunk in my throat.
The man moves closer to me, slaps his four inch cock against my cheek. As he drags it across my face it leaves a slick trail of precum. When he rams it against my lips I’m forced to open up. He rests both hands on his hips, and thrusts forward, and I taste his cock.
I feel a warmth behind me, and soft hands closing around my body. The teen is kneeling behind me, and one arm reaches around my chest, and presses against my nipple, before pinching it. The hotel’s air conditioner can scarcely deal with the extreme heat outside, and I can feel the slickness of the boy’s body behind me. I’m trapped on my knees between the twin beds on either side of me and the man in front of me. I’m being embraced – no, held in place – by the boy behind me
The younger man grips my nipple, squeezing and twisting, and at the same time, I feel him grab my dick and start stroking it. I moan my appreciation, just as his dad grips my shoulders for leverage. He takes advantage of my open mouth and begins to thrust his cock into it.
He’s really determined to cum fast and hard. I can’t move. I’m being used, and I love it. With my mouth filled with cock, the boy’s hands quickly coax out my load, which drips onto the carpet.
It isn’t long before I hear the older one shout, “Wo YAO she le”. I ponder what that means, but then I taste the first drops of cum as they spurt from his cock. His body shakes, and he bends forward, almost pulling out as larger globs of sticky cum shot fill my mouth. I try to swallow all of it. It is bitter compared to the boy’s. He grunts, gripping the base of his cock, shaking it off, smirking down at me in satisfaction.
“Xie xie” I tell them. Thanks. But they clearly don’t want to stick around. They hurriedly get dressed again, before leaving as quickly as they came.
It is only later, when companion gets back that I realise that they’ve left their juice bottles on the desk beside our bags.
“You didn’t get any for me?” my friend asks. “What have you been doing, anyway?”
“Not much,” I reply, quickly using my foot to mop up the puddle of cum between our two beds. “Just planning some sights for us to see tomorrow.”
“Oh really. I thought for sure you’d be out having sex or something. That’s why I left you alone for so long!”
In the past four months, I’ve never needed to buzz into his building. The apartment tower is in the student ghetto, and there’s always a group of students coming in or out speaking Cantonese or Mandarin. Only wealthy kids from overseas live here, because it’s a huge ripoff. Each unit has five locking rooms and a shared kitchen, but the rent on each room is the same as a full apartment elsewhere.
Once I’m in the elevator, I take a deep breath and sigh. It’s tough to say goodbye.
I first met him in January. It was after midnight, and I was leaving a party. On the way home, I parked in a Sobey’s parking lot. While my windows frosted in the cold winter air, I messaged his blank profile. He sent a cock pic, full of thick black hair. But it was late. I gave up and moved on, but after a few minutes he realized he was more horny than tired and invited me over.
The young Asian student who answered the door was tall and thin. With his fingers to his lips, he motioned for me to be silent and pointed the way down the dark hall to the fifth room. We tip toed down the hallway, and silently ushered me into his tiny bathroom. There, I crouched down, squatting on the tiles. As my boots melted into a muddy puddle, I sucked him off for the first time.
He must have liked it because I was in his building again only two days later. This time, instead of letting me inside, he took my hand and led me to the concrete stairwell across the hall. The heavy metal door slammed shut and echoed on the concrete walls as he embraced me and leaned in for a kiss.
Did I mention he was tall? I craned my neck to reach him. When our lips met, he wriggled his tongue delicately through mine. I welcomed it and immediately I felt my pants bulge. I stood on my toe tips, face turned upwards. Our hands raced over each other’s bodies and soon we were pressed up against each other, kissing and grinding.
When a loud bang echoed through the stairwell, our time ended. Once again, I ended up hidden in his bathroom floor, with my coat and boots in a heap beside me. “Tell me how much you want my cum,” he demanded.
“Master, please. I want it so bad.” I begged.
“Master? Yeah, call me master. I like it. Open your mouth.” With that, he fed me his load again.
I became his slave that day.
My master was a gentle one. When we chatted on Grindr, he often asked me what I wanted to do. “I am here for your pleasure, master. All I ask is to taste your sweet load again.”
“Good. Can you come this morning?”
Every time I walked into his bedroom, I looked longingly at the bed. “Master,” I inquired. “Why can’t we use the bed?”
He was already holding the bathroom door open for me, waiting expectantly. “My roommate might come back.” There was only one double bed in his room.
As slave, our relationship was changed. With my coaxing, he realized he could do more depraved things to me. “Lay down on the floor,” he ordered, and I excitedly rested my head and back on the cold and dusty tiles. I watched has he pulled off his pants and and squatted over my face. “Eat my ass hole, slave” he said, as I sucked on his puckered hole and pulled him lower onto my face. Master enjoyed my tongue dancing over his slightly hairy hole. I tried to stroke his dick too, but he preferred it left alone, at least while I was licking his ass.
After each encounter, I would leave with my mouth full of his load. It was delicate and sweet, and I began to crave it.
Now it is April’s end. I wore pants today but shorts would have been a better choice, As the elevator doors open, I walk out into the hallway for the last time. Tomorrow, my young Master will return to the farthest point on other side of the world. With a heavy heart, I text him that I am here, and wait in the hallway. I don’t even know his name.
When he answers the door, he beams at me. “Hello,” he says brightly. I’ve never heard his voice above a whisper before.
He’s completely relaxed. He closes the door and locks it as I tip toe my way down the hall. I go into his darkened bathroom, as I have done many times before.
“Come on out, slave.” He walks past it and announces. “Today there’s nobody else here. We can use the bed.”
“Master, thank you. that’s great!” I exclaim. With trepidation, I enter forbidden area of his small room, and meet him between the bed and his desk. He embraces me, and I rise up on my toes again. Usually when we kiss, it is a merely a prelude. Now, we have endless time. He slowly pulls down my pants, and I make my way into his, stroking his cock. I enjoy feeling it slide effortlessly inside its beautiful blanket of foreskin. Before long, our pants are at our ankles, and we grind against each other. My own penis falls naturally beneath his balls, and he squeezes it between his legs.
“You like that?” He says, and moves his body, stroking my dick with his own crotch, as his own slides against my belly. “Mmmm hmmm” is the only thing I can utter before he forces his tongue into my mouth.
He pulls me down onto the bed, and way lay sideways, still kissing as well kick off our pants. I hear my phone clatter on the floor and break open, but I don’t even care. At least we won’t be disturbed.
He lays on his back and pulls me on top of him, gripping my shoulders. “Lick my asshole, slave” he orders, shoving me down.
I comply and slide off the bed, pulling his body closer to the edge. He lifts his knees into the air revealing his tight brown asshole. In the afternoon sunlight I can see it, covered in short black hairs and I give it a solid lick with my tongue, going right up until I am mouthing his balls. Then I begin to make out and suck on his puckered hole. He moans appreciatively.
Eventually I can’t help but make my way to to his dick again, and as I suck it he presses it up into my throat and moans in pleasure. He pulls me up to him, and we are kissing again. My cock is hard now and I slip into the slick crack of his asshole.
As we kiss, I realize that I am humping him. For the first time in my life, I feel like I badly want to fuck another man. My mind races. Shit, do I have condoms? Yes, in my bag, but how old are they? Oh no, when I get tested their going to have to ask me ask the questions they usually skip over. But do I want my first time to be today, right now? I am ready, Master. I am here for your pleasure.
My thoughts are interrupted and he makes the decision for me. “You want me to cum in your mouth, slave?”
“Yes, Master. I want it so bad, please feed me your sweet load.” I utter it automatically. As he pushes my face down crotch, I feel some sadness and relief. I will not top today.
I wrap my mouth around his member, and his hand moves madly, jerking himself and slamming against my lips.
“Put your mouth to it.” I press my face down, feeling it’s tip press against my throat and skip inside just as it pulses. I feel him cumming, gushing up thickly in my esophagus, and I have to pull off a little and swallow to keep from choking. It seems to be more than ever. I taste it’s sweetness and then slowly suck on his member, working out every last drop as he softens. He strokes my head and softly tells me, “I keep it four days for you.”
“Thank-you master. It was so good. I’m really going to miss you.”
After we get dressed he helps me find the pieces of my phone. The back cover just fell off, and when I turn it on again it still works.
“I hope you have a safe trip back,” I tell him.
“Yes, thank you.”
I move to leave, then turn to him. My throat is tight, hurting with the sadness of good-bye. Our eyes meet, and we embrace, and lock our lips in a kiss for the last time.
Then I turn and leave, without looking back, so he won’t see the tears.
This is different. I don’t typically get a wristband when I check in to the Sheraton in Toronto. It seems out of place, and cheapens the experience. I look at the petite Chinese woman at the check-in counter quizzically.
“This is for your security, sir. This weekend we are not allowing overnight visitors due to an event.”
“What’s the event?” I asked.
She looks shocked, leans forward and mouths, “It’s the Pride parade.”
“Oh yeah,” I say trying to pretend I only momentarily forgot. This business trip was getting a lot more interesting.
Outwardly, I have always politely ignored pride parades. Inwardly, I used to loath them. Gayness, I reasoned, should not be flaunted. Why could they not suppress their urges, as I had? I had gotten along perfectly well, married a loving woman, had kids. It wasn’t too difficult for me to just keep this side of myself locked away. I kept my eyes up and away in the Goodlife change rooms. Sure, I had gay acquaintances, and made polite conversation, but I always avoided them otherwise. They made no attempt at self-control. I did not hate them, but I hated the unfairness that they saw no need to contain it.
That all changed a year ago. After I took some medication for depression, something inside changed. I felt confident. I brazenly fooled around with men, and it energized me. I fretted at my lack of guilt. It was if my conscience had been switched off. I could see things on two levels at once. Intellectually, I knew that was doing was unquestionably wrong, as I was committed to my wife. But as long as I was careful, it would not hurt anybody, and most importantly, it didn’t feel wrong. It made me happy, and gave me a spring in my step that she noticed and appreciated. My bitterness about our dead bedroom was gone. I was free to love and spoil her, in the nonsexual ways she wanted. What did it matter if I spoiled myself too?
I push open the heavy door to my hotel room, drop my things on the floor, splash some water on my face, and set off in the direction of the festivities.
The streets are barricaded for several blocks approaching Church street. The party is on the long street, the centre of the Toronto Gay Scene. Rainbow coloured and pink tented booths are set on on either side of the wide avenue, and the festivities stretch off endlessly in both directions. One booth offers free corn dogs, and these are easily deep throated by countless jokers. My weakness is poutine. For a moment, I rest my hand on my almost-abs under my thin T-shirt. Fuck it. I buy a container and dig into it with gusto while I slowly stroll through the throng.
Unlike the photos on the news, the people are almost normal. Some are topless, sure, but it’s a hot day. I only saw one thing extreme: A thin, bearded man, his leathery skin parched by the sun, walks nude with his flaccid dick dangling low between his legs. He holds a cardboard sign with his twitter handle scrawled on it in black marker. He enjoys the craning necks of the crowds that pass him.
A familiar face appears in the masses walking towards me. He’s brown-skinned and black-bearded. He walks, guffawing and joking with his arms locked around the shoulders of another man and a woman. He looks up, and when he sees me, his big brown eyes brighten. He grins, breaks away from the group and runs toward me, shouting “Hey. Hey! Don’t be a stranger!”
I smile, spread my arms and we embrace warmly. Back in University Town, while his boyfriend was away, I had sucked his dick many times, and most recently, I had made him writhe in desperation, aching for release in his shower. But I can’t really say anything. Is that his boyfriend there now, eyeing us? The moment passes, and we both continue on our way.
Further on, the crowd grows thick and hard to walk through. Fences confine us to the sidewalks. Suddenly my eyes widened as I see Justin Trudeau, just steps away from me. His aides usher him into a van. He suddenly brushes them aside, flashes his smile at a camera and speaks soundlessly into a microphone, getting in one last sound bite. He keeps talking even as the suits finally succeed in stuffing him inside and the van pulls away
The parade was starting now. A marching band playing trumpets and big booming drums marches past. Maybe if I were with friends, this would be fun, but alone it is just another parade. A group of black women, clad in black and gold march past. One is angry and shouting into the crowd with a megaphone. I leave the commotion, and make my way back down Church street. I have a plan, and it feels like the right time to do it.
If you walk far enough, the crowds disappear, and you get to an unremarkable street. In the middle of a long brick wall are some ornate wooden doors. They are marked simply with the words SPA EXCESS. I slink toward them, pretending that I am on my way somewhere else. A the last second, I pull one open and disappear inside.
I’ve been here before, but there was nobody around at the time. I successfully visited the bathhouse without touching anybody. Today, anything might happen.
Up the stairs, a small cashier’s window has a hastily written sign above it. This weekend, it says, there will be no student discounts. Business is good. I wait awkwardly, ashamed in my own skin, while the clerk lets a couple of guys exit before he gets to me.
“I’d like a locker, please.” I shove a crisp twenty dollar bill towards the window. The clerk expressionlessly hands me the key and the small white towel. I take a deep breath and duck in through the door, head down. The bar area is never busy. A fat, bearded man sits at a table, reading his iPhone. He’s wearing nothing but the skimpy towel. I feel conspicuous. I’ve got to get out of these street clothes.
I head past the bar to the stairs. It takes a couple of tries before I find the floor where the lockers are. All around the room, slowly changing rainbow lights illuminate bubbles coursing through plastic tubes. A hot stud is seated there, taking off his shoes. The black light makes his skin purple and his teeth and towel light up like torches. I quickly find my locker in the meagre glow. Without looking at the guy, I quickly take off my shorts, shirt, and boxers, and carefully wrap the towel around myself, and shove my things into a heap in the bottom of the box.
I head upstairs. In the staircase, I pass a tall and blonde haired guy. He looks at me hungrily as I hurry past him.
Upstairs is where the people are, but so are all the walls. A central hallway divides the floor. To the left is a corridor of private rooms. To the right is an opening into darkness. Guys are everywhere., walking briskly through the halls, not speaking, trying not to look at each-other. Dance music blares from the speakers, but it is not enough to drown out the sounds of gasping grunting pleasure from somewhere.
I slowly walk down the central hallway, so I will not look lost. The only one with clothes is an employee. He sits on a stool reading his phone. In front of him on a small table is a basket of condoms and lube.
Just past him is a bathroom, and further on, the other entrance to the maze. The screams are louder here. I turn the corner and enter. Just around another bend is a small alcove, lit with red lights. A small crowd of guys sit on boxes around the edges, looking dour. In the middle, a guy is in the sex swing, screaming rhythmically as he is fucked. The top holds onto his legs firmly, concentrating on his task while the others watch and wait their turn.
I suddenly feel weak and scared. I continue around another corner, leaving the cries behind me. It’s darker here, and there’s a bench, so I sit down.
The only light comes from a long, narrow window in front of me, looking out onto some white tiles. As I watch, a man comes up to the window, pulls out his cock, and pisses on it. It’s one way glass, and this is the bathroom I saw coming in. I watch as another dick comes in and empties into the trough. This one is dark skinned, cut, and very thick. I try to imagine the guy from his crotch. In a moment I am stroking myself, and the towel lays on the bench beside me.
“Hi,” a voice comes from the darkness, and I bolt upright and fling the towel over my penis. The voice came from an Asian man, standing and blocking me into my little corner. He is well built and has defined abs. Only a wisp of grey in his temples belie his age.
“Come, let’s go to your room,” he tells me.
“I don’t have a room,” I tell him. “And I uh, I just like to suck.”
“It’s good. Let’s go,” he says, pointing somewhere outside.
“No I’m OK,” I tell him.
“What you mean?”
“Well I’m a little concerned about STIs…”
“It’s fine. I clean!” he says enthusiastically gesturing to his crotch .
“No.” I say firmly. “I’m good for now.”
The pushy Asian rolls his eyes and disappears into the darkness.
I take a deep breath. I’m flustered and I need to walk. I rush through the rest of the maze now.
The walls feel bumpy. They are just made of plywood, coated with layers of black paint over
layers of use over more layers of paint. I stumble out into the hallway, and keep going. Now I”m in the room section.
Most of the doors are closed or only half open. I peek inside one, and see a large bottom, pointed at the door, its owner’s head buried in the pillow. “Come in,” I hear his muffled voice beckon. I quickly move on.
In the next room, I see a young brown man lying on his back, reading his phone. His cock sticks up into the air, and his balls hang down over his shaved crack. The sight turns me on. I keep going. When I get to the end of the hall, I glance back, and see his head sticking out of the room. He quickly ducks back inside when I spot him.
I circle back around and lazily make the route again, and this time when I arrive at his room, I take a breath and duck inside. The man couldn’t have been more than 20. He lazily lay back on his bed, knees spread apart, looking sexy as fuck.
“Hi there,” I tell him.
“Hey bud, you party?” he asks me, barely moving to face me.
I pause, not knowing how to answer. “By party, do you mean marijuana?”
He chuckles. “Yeah.”
“No sorry. I just wanted to see if you wanted a blowjob?”
He looks down at his cock and laughs at me. “I’ve been here since Friday,” he tells me. “I’ve fucked so many guys I can’t count. No way, I’m taking a break!”
He spots something on my hand.
“Hey man you’re married?!”
“Yeah I am,” I admit.
He looks agitated, shaking his head. “You shouldn’t be here!”
“Yeah, yeah. I know.”
He grabs my wrist, looks at me in the eye, pleading. His pupils are wide as platters. “You gotta be careful bud. People lie.”
Ashamed, I jerk free from his grip and leave his room, closing the door on him behind me.
So far this has been terrible. I’m all tense now, so I head downstairs to the spa.
I hang my towel and key on the hook and hope nobody steals it. A muscular black man is showering. His robust rear is facing me. I take the faucet across from him, and try to look at him as much. When he’s done wiping his face, I spin my head back so he doesn’t see me, close my eyes, and imagine his body. It is a pleasant picture.
I’m nude, and it feels strange as I walk past him, dripping wet, to the hot tub. A couple of guys are in there already. One is watching the TV, and the other leans back against the tiles with his eyes half closed. I strut past him, showing off my body, and slowly lower myself into the hot, surging waters. I find a spot on the side, where I can see the TV, and relax as the jets massage my lower back.
When I look back to the entrance for the black guy, instead I get a shock. There, staring at me, is the pushy Asian. He makes no move to get in. When he catches my eye, he backs away, and disappears into the other room again. Fuck, I feel like I’m being followed. To make sure he’s gone, I watch vintage porn on the TV for a while longer. The other two guys quietly leave before I start to get too hot, and pull myself up onto the tiles again.
I quickly shower off again, trying not to think of the hundreds of loads that must have been dumped into that water. Beside the shower is another door. I open it and peek inside. A blast of dry heat hits my face, with the scent of cedar and cleaning chemicals. I’ve stumbled into a sauna. At the other end, a group of four guys stand around. On the bench, a guy lies on his side, awkwardly getting fucked. He lies at this awkward angle because another man grasps his head, making him suck his dick. It is quiet here, the only sounds are the slurping and sliding of flesh.
One of the men sitting the bench spots me. It is the pushy Asian again. I duck out of the room. I find my towel on the hook and dash up the stairs.
I’m wandering through the darkest part of the maze. In an open area, a large structure with steps lets you climb and look down at the floor below. I climb it, but there is a bald man at the top, so I tip-toe back down. As I walk around the structure, I see eyes peering out. The men have a hiding place, where they wait for their prey, beckoning them to connect. I’m constantly adjusting my towel, pulling it tighter around myself. I feel so vulnerable and out of my element. I have no idea what I want to do. It’s thrilling.
Someone stands in my way, lightly grasping my arm. We’re so close, I can feel his hot breath on my face. I’m looking into the eyes of my Asian friend.
I feel a rush of anger. Reviews of the spa consistently complain of pushy Asians. I thought this was merely racism, but now it’s confirmed. Everything I’ve read in the Bathhouse Blues blog says this is a massive breach of etiquette. I’ve rejected him already and he should move on. I open my mouth to tell him so.
“Suck me,” he says.
“Okay,” I say quietly.
He clasps my hand, and turns, briefly surveying the place. This is his territory. He leads me away, through the dark hallways. We pass the window to the urinal without pausing, and head straight toward the sex swing. I wonder what I will do if I have an audience.
At the last moment, we swerve to the side. He opens a door, peeks inside, and motions for me to go in. The space is a closet, with barely enough room for one person. I enter and crouch before him. Everything darkens as he stands in the doorway, and half closes the door behind him. As I look up at him expectantly, he lets down his towel.
I can barely see the outline of his erection. I let it sit against my face, and then, heart pounding, I stick out my tongue and lick his soft ballsack. They smell like the soap in the spa area. Slowly I let my tongue explore,. while his penis rests against my nose, threatening to reach my eye. I try desperately to catch a glimpse of it, but I cannot see any signs of disease in the darkness. Finally, I open my mouth and let it slide in through my lips.
He moans and rests his hands on my head while I suck him to hardness. Soon, I am bobbing up and down on his cock and he is moaning louder and louder. I wonder, how often does he come here? He came after me so casually. I imagine he gets his cock sucked right here in this closet, every single day, just by asking and being shot down over and over.
He grabs his cock and slaps it against my lips, staring down at me in complete comfort. Then he lets go, and I’m forced to resume the bobbing.
“I cum soon,” he says.
I look up at him and keep on sucking. I live for this.
“You swallow?!” he exclaims, thrilled. Then, grabbing my shoulders, he thrusts with a renewed vigor. I feel the smoothness of his cock sliding and hitting the back of my mouth, sometimes scraping against my molars.
“Ooooooh,” he groans and thrusts into my mouth, and I feel him exploding onto my tongue. The man is shaking as an orgasm blasts through every muscle in his body.
Then, without another word, he wipes off my spit with the towel and deftly ties it back onto his body, and he is gone. The door swings shut with a creak, almost hitting me in the face.
The fun is over, and I think I’ve had all I can take.
When I open the door to leave, I am taken aback. There, waiting patiently, is the muscular black guy from the shower. He stares straight at me with his deep set eyes, and it is clear that he has been waiting in a queue of one for his chance to be with me.
I back up into the closet again and beckon him to come in with me. He saunters up and drops his towel. Tiny curls of black hair cover his nether regions. He positions himself in front of my face breathlessly, then looks on with anticipation. His penis is so long, it dangles downwards even while erect.
I run my hands along the smooth, black skin on his legs, feeling every hard curve of his brawn. Then, eager to please him, I engulf his tremendous penis between my lips.
I love the taste of black. I suck in a huge breath, pulling his musky scent into my lungs as if I could consume his manliness and make it mine.
I’m still carried away from the blowjob I just gave, so instead of giving him the buildup he deserves I immediately begin to suck and bob my head. I cup my hands under his balls. Their weight is like two massive ball bearings in my palm. I slide my hands around to his ass, and let my fingers dip slightly into its crevice, admiring the hard muscularity of his body.
I can taste his precum, delicious and sweet, and I try to with futility to force more of it down into my throat.
Inexplicably, he tears himself away. I am stunned, and I almost want to cry. What did I do wrong? The man cock disappears into the towel, out of reach. I look up into his face, searching for an explanation, but I get none. With a turn of his body he is gone, vanishing behind the dark wall into the maze.
I get to my feet, and stumble away, grimacing at my numb legs welling with pins and needles. He just didn’t want to cum yet, I tell myself. Maybe he just got here.
As for myself, I’m done. I walk purposefully down the hall, back towards the locker room. There are fantasies, and there is stupidity, and it’s too easy to give in here .
Back in the locker room my Asian friend is closing his locker. He’s already fully dressed in his shirt and Chinos.
Takuya. He looks kind of the character from Heros whom I had a major crush on. Only with better abs.
He’s been in Canada only a few weeks, and he returns to Japan next year. Small talk is impossible. He asks me to repeat myself three times when I comment on the weather. In my hotel room, we smile at each other and he politely strips for me. His cock is thick as bratwurst and his glans seems to be ready to bust out of its foreskin. I drop on my knees in front of him, and start to lick his balls. I grab his hands and place them on my head. He gasps at every motion I make, so it’s clear I have to take it easy. I take my time working my way to the tip, and when I swallow him he sighs appreciatively, and sits shifts to sit down on the bed.
Despite the initial gasps, nothing is really happening. I do enjoy looking up his fat-free abdomen. Never mind abs, I can see every supple curve carved out of his obliques. They shift when he moves like a milk chocolate sheet of satin. He motions for me to come up to him, so I do, and then he parts his lips and we kiss.
A kiss is hit and miss with me. With Takuya, it feels right, and my cock stirs in my briefs. I run my hands over his hard body and I squeeze his ass. We tumble playfully, and I end up on top of him, fighting a hot tongue war, while he wrenches down my underwear.
We tumble again and now he slowly kisses his way down my belly to my crotch. He looks up at me questioningly. “Is OK?” He asks.
I nod. “Yes, please suck,” I tell him. It is rare that I allow someone to return the favour. I simply get more pleasure out of giving. But I was beginning to wonder if it was a cultural issue. Perhaps he could not allow himself to cum until he had pleased his host.
But – oh yes, this is nice – it has been ages since I’ve been in such softness. His mouth feels so good, I can’t resist thrusting a little. He gurgles and gags, valiantly trying to please me.
When he looks up, I ask him, very clearly enunciating the words, “Do you like cum in your mouth?”
“Yes cum. I swallow.”
“How about we 69? OK?” I spin around in the bed. He smiles in agreement, then lowers his head and upside-down kisses my lips again. After more making out, he climbs up on top of me and his thick cock hangs over my face. I crane my head back and suck it.
He is sucking my dick, gagging and gurgling. I am very pleased to have his dick in my throat, but he is not really doing anything with it, and from the bottom, there isn’t much you can do if he’s not thrusting. I massage his cute balls, silky soft ping pong sized, the palm of my hand, and run my fingers along the plasticy smooth wrinkles of his anus.
I think he really wants me to cum first, so I resolve to oblige. At the next opportunity, I spin around again, then paw his head down to my cock. I moan and thrust, and not hurrying at all, enjoy the feeling of his mouth on my cock. I run my hands through his spiky black hair. I love watching him, sucking so hard he’s fishy faced. I raise my knees up on either side of his ears, and face fuck him.
My legs fall away and I mash my crotch up into him, curling my toes as I feel myself cumming. He swallows it all, licks his lips and smiles at me.
“Thank-you,” I tell him. When he stands up, I’m afraid he might leave, so I tell him, very clearly, “Now it’s your turn.”
He smiles and lays back down on the bed, and I flop down between his legs, resting on my belly. When I get my mouth around his dickm I immediately I notice the difference. He has satisfied his host, and now it seems he is ready to take the pleasure that I offer him. I move my head up and down, and he slowly bucks his hips. He brings his legs closer together, as every muscle tenses.
“I cum now,” he informs me, and I feel a flood fill my mouth. This load is huge, and keeps coming in waves, even dwarfing my encounter on Monday. It is delicious, and as I’ve never had so much before, I notice that it burns slightly when served in such quantities. Finally, he shudders and orgasm stops, and I let him pop out of my mouth with a slurp, and swallow his thick load. It goes down and tingles like fire in my throat.
I get up and start to look for my underwear. But I hear him call. He’s still laying there, hand around his cock. He motions to me with two fingers, bringing them to his mouth. “Kiss,” he says. “More. K-Kiss now?”
I grin at him. Sure. I leap onto the bed beside him, reach around, and bring my lips down to his. His kiss is electrifying, so soft and wet, I am happy to keep going as long as we can. I press down, move more of my body over his, stealing his lips for my pleasure.
Thats when I feel the first spurt hit my elbow. I look down in shock and see another missle, white as cream and thick as honey, shoot from his cock, as he pumps it furiously between his thumb and forefingers.
Immediately, I move down to it. His knuckles bang against my chin as I bring my lips over to his slit and suck in air, as if using a drinking fountain. I see waves of tension release as an orgasm again rips through his body, and I do my best to capture as much as I can through my lips as his pleasure slowly dies down. At last, he releases the head to me, and I suckle it slowly, as much as I dare, before his sensitivity sets in.
“You like?” he laughs.
I look up at him. “Yes. Yes I like!”
He lovingly brushes his finger against my cheek, mopping up a quivering glob of his seed, and holds it out for me to lick.
In a moment, we are embraced again, kissing, sharing the taste of him. Our bodies press together and we tumble in the bed, entwined with the pure pleasure of release.
After he’s showered and dressed, he points to the corner of my hotel room and tells me, “I move in here tomorrow.”
“Oh, really?” I say, smile faltering. I’m going to have to bolt my door when he leaves. I didn’t think my blowjobs were that good.
He cocks his head a little more, looks around, as if trying to find the words, and points to the wall. “K– Queen street. I moving to Queen street tomorrow.” He smiles at me.
Well, that’s a relief. “If I’m ever in town again, I’ll look you up!”
