Orpheus In the Underworld

My last foray into the world of the bathhouse had gone well but not as well as I had wanted. Leaving with a full load was just not why I had gone there.

So I decided to try it again two weeks later.

This time I didn't pop any Cialis and instead just let things take their course. This time the baths had many more guys and I was quite pleased with the pickings. Now that I was an old pro I figured something had to go right. I bandied about for two hours, cruising around the place when I noticed the steam room has some towels outside the door. Being adventurous I went in.

It's a small steam room, doesn't hold that many guys but there were two other guys there and, like an idiot, I started talking to them. The one guy was nice. He was short, well-built, with a leather cockring and quite a nice choad to go with it. The other guy was Italian-looking and looked like he shaved a lot of his body to look as good as he did. He had a nice cock and the whole time we were talking about how odd it was to have a bathhouse in Troy (of all places) he was stroking his thick appendage. Right as the conversation paused, the first guy walked right over to the Italian guy and started sucking him off.

Is that how it works?

Now the short guy is getting into it, really enjoying himself and stroking my woodie watching this very accomplished fellateur when suddenly the short guy motions around behind him.

As much as I wanted to fuck him I didn't have a condom so I got underneath him and started sucking him instead. So long as I kept my mouth open wide enough he was easy to take and he face fucked me for a while.

Using whatever unspoken language I have yet to learn, the guy who was getting sucked stood up and went around back to fuck the short guy. At once I saw my opportunity and got up on the upper platform to allow short guy to suck me off. And did he ever! Even though he was getting pounded pretty hard he managed to keep me in his mouth and I admit that I didn't last more than a few minutes before I shot off and that was just as well because I came just as Italian guy did.

I had a three-way in the steam room of a bathhouse! I couldn't believe it! It was like out of a porno movie. After short guy pulled off I just watched my sweat drenched cock dripping onto the lower platform and it seemed I was looking at somebody else's cock. It was that hot!

Rather than tempt fate I went back to my cube, got dressed, and left feeling like quite the porn star. It was wonderful!

Fueled by newfound studliness, I then went on a bear hunt. I have a thing for hairy guys though I'm not exclusively into them. I had heard about them from a hook-up I had who worked in a steamworks (yes, I've had sex in a steam plant-- yet another porno scene). The only way to find one of these things is to search so I did and came across a listing of sex parties in New York. That's OK, I like going to New York and I would do that for sex. My rule this time would be, "No money shot unless I'm riding ass." I've gone 20 years without burying my dick in a tight ass and it was time I did so again.

I emailed the guy and he in turn emailed me the location of the party. A Halloween party!

116th Street.

Now I'm a pussy in the city. I admit it. I avoid the south Bronx, nearly all of Brooklyn, and Harlem as well. 116th street was in my red zone. I knew that much of lower Harlem was getting gentrified as more and more people were forced out of housing in points south were looking for affordable places.
Still, 116th street was sketchy in my book but the guy said I could park on the street and not worry about it.

It's hard to tell when horniness goes from being the better part of valor to the epitome of foolishness and all the drive down to the city I thought I was foolish. I would drive around the block, see what it was like, and then decide whether to stay or go. The party started at 10pm and I actually hoped it would be very cold to keep people off the streets but, alas, it was actually unseasonably warm.

Driving by Central Park South, I entered into Harlem. I looked around at the people, the cars, trying to get the whole gestalt of the thing, using every sense I had to pay attention to what was going on around me. The lights were in my favor so I made it up to 116th without too much trouble and then turned down the street.

Driving in Manhattan you find yourself doing a few things automatically like locking your doors, turning on the news stations for traffic reports, and what I did. There were some people out on the street, nobody sketchy, and, more importantly, there were some decent cars out on the street. My Forester wouldn't look too juicy nor out of place.

And then it hit me.

Just as I passed by the guy's building I saw it and some sixth sense just guided me. Without thinking I stopped the car and backed up.

A parking space. A free parking space across the street from the building. I looked once, twice, three times for any sign, any hydrant, anything that said I couldn't park there. Nothing. As in one motion I turned off the car, pocketed my GPS, and crossed the street and right into the building.

Now would come the fun part... I hoped.

I pressed the buzzer, the door unlocked, and I took the elevator to the right floor and was greeted at the door, given a plastic bag for my clothes, and led in. The first bedroom was for changing and I quickly stripped, my heart beating wildly. I left my socks and underwear on and slipped my condoms into my sock. I grabbed the $20 from my wallet and proceeded into the living area where I saw a whole bunch of bears and otters watching some porn. Some were jacking, others just taking a break, and some were on their knees. It was very hot.

Feeling quite sheepish I walked over to the kitchen and met the host who laughed when he saw my boxers and remarked I must have come dressed as a straight guy . I ate a cookie, drank some punch and went to hang out on the couch. The porn was OK but I had to wonder, where's the action? It didn't look all that exciting and certainly not worth a drive into the city. So I got up and looked around.

Off to the side of the main room was a short hallway and I saw a pink light coming from it. Curious, I walked into the room and was immediately treated to something close to an orgy. Lots of writhing naked bodies and oh my, lots of cute guys.

I joined in, engaging in various oral activities and getting pretty close to letting go but decided not to. The first load of the night was going to be where I wanted it. No expectations, no settling, no compromises.

I kept this up for a good two hours, alternating between the orgy room and the break room but I walked in on one very hot scene between these two otters who were very definitely partners. The level of intimacy between them was striking and beautiful. It felt so private that I almost didn't watch but part of me wanted to see what sex between two men who really loved each other was like. I found out! And it made me very horny so I approached the one guy cautiously to see if he'd send me away but he didn't. I stroked and caressed him and then took him balls deep in my mouth. It felt so good to be servicing him that I nearly shot all over his leg but I pulled up eventually and noticed that over to the side, running his hands over my back, was this really cute twink. He was very slim and quite young but that was OK. I was hard as a rock and so moved over to him, sucking his nipples and playing with his growing dick, as he laid down on his back on the bed, raising his legs into the air.

I didn't need a second invitation. I grabbed a packet of lube and pulled a condom out of my sock. My hands moved down to his ass, stroking his cheeks and gently caressing his hole. He was eager and moaned in expectation. That made me even harder than ever, with a now constant stream of precum. I played with his hole with my lubed finger to get him ready and slipped on the condom just before I entered him. When you precum a lot, you have to wait to put on a condom or else it can too slippery inside. My arms hoisted his legs in the air and I aligned my cock with his hole and then gently slipped in.

The first thing I noticed was the warmth of the embrace. There's nothing like it. Sliding in further I felt intense hot pressure along the entire length of my shaft. This was better than I remembered it!

During the night I had noticed that whenever fucking was taking place, all the attention in the room turned to it and now I knew all eyes were watching me plow this cute twink's tight ass.

Oh yeah.

Angling him up just a bit, he braced his back against the wall and I started some long slow strokes getting my glans right against his prostate. This is what most short-dicked guys like myself get wrong. You have to alternate long slow strokes with very gentle, quick, almost imperceptible strokes right against the prostate feeling for it with your glans. Just battering away doesn't do it. The kid didn't skip a beat and started moaning as his cock shot straight up against his belly. A few grunts from me for the audience had the other guys pounding themselves furiously. Looking down into the twink's eyes he looked at me and I bent over him to give him an intense kiss all the while stroking right against his prostate, feeling the moist heat of his hole.

For a second I felt like a god and then...