Latin Boy

Despite that, I find myself back in the mancave soon after. As luck would have it, I don't go directly back to where I was but I cruise around, naked and hard. Latin boy passes me by, takes a look but doesn't stop. I make my way back to where I was and the older guy is still there, sucking off my friend. Again, I don't ask permission or play coy. I just jump back in. After all, the morning is burning along.

"You have a nice dick" the man says

Well, actually I do. "Suck it" I say

"You wanna fuck me with it?"

"Sure"

He is leaving the older man behind. In the brutal world of anonymous bathhouse sex, he has served his purpose and the action has moved on. If he didn't get off, that's his fault. We go into one of the stalls and close the door. It's a tight fit. I have lube that i have been carrying around with me. I slather a generous portion on my stiff prick and hand him the bottle. He greases up some and hands the bottle back to me. I pour some more and ram a finger in his ass.

"Wow. You're tight" I say

"It's been a while" he says.

It must have. I know that if I can get it past the sphincter, it is going to feel really good. He leans over to touc h his toes. I grab my prick to guide it and I mount him up like an animal. My dick slides past his sphincter and up into his ass chute. He groans loudly. I slide all the way in and then just wait, to let him get used to it. Then I wiggle a bit and slide slowly back out. Well, it feels pretty fine. Raw skin on raw skin in a hole that was tight as fuck. Then slowly back in. I fuck him slowly at first.

It's weird, fucking here. I am barebacking a man I don't know in a space of a small closet on a Sunday morning. That's not the kind of thing respectable people do. Fuck respectable. I have my hard dick in a tight ass and neither of use expect anything more than to get off. And I am going to fucking get off. I am still fucking him slowly, slowly and slowly back out. Slow but deep. He lets me know that he wants it faster when he begins to bang back onto my dick. I fuck him a little faster, a little harder. Then a bit more.

"That what you want?" I say. "Want to get fucked hard"

He doesn't answer. He grunts. Good enough.

I am fucking him harder now and it feels really good. Wonderful. There is nothing quite like a tight ass. I am beginning to get sweaty. I am beginning to really enjoy it though. I've found my rhythm. You can hear the sound of us fucking, the sound of my hip hitting his ass. You can hear him moan. Fuck, the thing would have made it perfect is if we had an audience. But he wanted this little bit of privacy. It's silly really.

"Goddamn," I cry out, slapping his ass. "you have a hot ass"

"Fuck me with that big dick"

If you say so. I pound on it. The sweat is building up and I feel almost claustrophobic. My whole attention is on his ass. I am focused on plundering it. I am fucking him hard, like a machine. Boom. In and out. Flesh slapping against flesh. One man's moans have turned to whimpers and the other man is grunting. Boom, Bomm. Boom. It echoes in our little stall. He is bucking, trying to get me deeper. I am fucking him as hard as I can. Now, harder and faster. It feels good, wonderful, intense. I am enjoying the shit out of this. Boom, Boom. Boom. Harder and harder.

"God fucking damn" I grunt.

I can't go on. It's building. The pleasure is growing. I am fucking him as hard as I can now. I am going to unload in his ass no matter what. I pound it. He whimpers a bit. It makes me fuck him harder. Goddamn. It's good. I can't control. I feel it about the explode, growing and growing. I feel like Superman.

"Oh God" I cry out. My dick twitches and I unload. "Oh, that's good"

My dick is exquisitely sensitive now. Too sensitive. I pull out of him. I reach down, grab the lube and my towel.

"Thanks" I say

"Thank you" he replies.

It's a long drive back home and I spent an hour working out and an hour on sex. Time to shower and go, get some breakfast and hit the road. The shower area is open right there in the hallway with a half wall. Only at the far end is there anything approaching privacy and then not really. I don't care. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I get under the overhead shower and let the hot water flow over me. Just then, as I turn around to face the hall, Latin Boy, still draped in his towel walks past headed to the sauna.

Damn, I think, that's a shame. I would have happily have done him but he didn't show any interest. I shower off, dry and head down the hallway past the porn theatre back to the locker room to dress. I am right at the check out area, across from the HIV posters when Latin Boy comes rushing up.

"I was trying to get your attention and get you to come with me but I guess I was too subtle" he says.

You could have pushed me over with a feather. I have been semi stalking this kid all morning and he hasn't shown the least bit of desire but it turns out that he was actually cruising me? Damn, that was subtle. I would have happily have done whatever he wanted 20 minutes ago. But I am 51 years old. I came twice last night and once this morning. I am probably done for the day. When I was 20, that was a different story. I want to break it to him easily.

"I don't know, man, I just came"

"Come with me" he says. He is insistent.

If nothing else I can try. He is hot and I am queer. I am not turning down a hot trick. He leads me back to the sauna. Inside, off comes the towel. He's fine. He really is. Lean, flat belly and handsome. And then, down there, a nice full bush of black hair and a stiff, thick, long tool sticking straight out. The boy has a very nice dick. He's been shy all morning but now he is aggressive. His body is pressed up close against mine, muscle against muscle. He kisses me hard and passionately. I am just trying to keep up. His hands are all over me and mine him. His hard dick is pressed against me.

"Damn, I wish we had done this sooner" I said

"I got time" he answers

He's young and he misses the point. He can get hard whenever he wants. It takes me longer and it isn't as sure a thing. But I feel the twitches coming to life as he kisses me hard. He is hungry. I don't think he has actually done anything with anyone here for the time that I have seen him. So, he is horny. He wants it and he wants it bad. The sight, the smell, the feel of his hunger is turning me on.

I drop to me knees. I take him in my mouth. I gag a little. It's long and thick, a real mouthful. But after nearly 40 years, I have superior cock sucking skills. I can get a man off with my mouth. I make love to his dick, worship it. It's not hard to do. It's veiny and the tip emerging from his foreskin is cherry red. I slide it totally into my mouth and slowly easy back all the way to the tip. I nibble on the foreskin and then slide my tongue on the inside of the foreskin, all around the head. Then slowly back down, taunting him.

That's a mistake.

He grabs my head as I pull back slowly and shoves me back down on his prick hard. Then he face fucks me. He is pumping my throat so hard that I am gagging, trying to just keep up. After a few minutes, I pull off and stroke him hard and fast. He lifts me up and pushes me back onto the benches. He gets between my legs. I am getting hard slowly. His mouth encourages me on. He has some skill too. Soon I am as hard as a rock.

Looking up, he says, "Are you a top or a bottom?"

"A top usually," I say. "But you can fuck me if you want"

That seemed to make him happy. "You got a room?" he asked me

"No" I was pretty sure that I wasn't going to get fucked in a sauna. He seemed like he was about to suggest that, so I picked up my precious little bottle of silicone lube and took him by the hand. "Come on."

I admit I wanted him and I wanted him bad. I don't usually bottom and he is big but I still wanted him. After all, you can't really be gay if you don't have your feet in the air at least sometimes. I didn't care much about where, or if we had an audience, as long as that big dick was inside me. We headed out, past the shower, through the door. He protested slightly but the man cave was really our only option. The little alcove room just as you round the corner. At night, it is the dark space. Mark and I have been in their often enough to know. Hell, he's been the guy on the bench getting gang banged. We head in. Latin boy pulls the curtain on that side for a bit of privacy. I don't honestly care but I pull the curtain on the other side. I climb up on the bench, on my hands and knees, my legs wide apart.

Remember to breathe, I tell myself.

"FUUUCK" I cry out as he penetrating. It fucking hurts. Goddamn it fucking hurts. It feels like I am being ripped apart.

He's in all the way. Thank God he stops. I can get used to it.

I feel full down there. God, it feels ... it feels weird. I need to piss. I need to shit. I need to do something. He slides slowly back out. That's better. Then slowly back in.

"Fuck" I moan. I don't to piss and I don't to shit. I need to cum.

A little faster. That's better. I am filled up, his prick slides over my prostate and it sends shivers up my spine. Then a little faster, a little harder. Good.

"Oh, yeah, that's it, fuck me baby," I say. "Fuck me"

"Oh, man, this is one tight ass" he says

"Fuck me hard"

He's got a rhythm and each stroke is a little bit of heaven. There is a man in the room with us, watching and stroking himself. I don't give a shit. I'm a man in my fifties being fucked by a young stud. What do I have to be ashamed of? Latin boy either doesn't notice or ignores him. He is draped over me, I feel a bit of the weight of his torso on my back. THe rhythm is good. Just hard enough, just fast enough. It feels great.

"That's it, that's it, that's good. Keep going, keep going" I pant out in time with his thrusts.

There is another man there and watching. I think he wants to play too but I ignore him. Latin boy is speeding up. He's feeling, I know, my tight ass on his swollen prick and he was horned up anyway. I'm feeling it. I'm feeling fine. God fucking damn, I'm feeling good. Pound, pound, pound. I reach down and put my dick in my hands. I am soft but it doesn't take much to harden it up. I am on fire down there.

"You like that fucking dick?" Latin boy snarls.

Like it? I fucking love it. "Fuck me hard"

He does. Oh, fuck. He does. Harder and harder. Faster and faster. I am as hard a rock, stroking myself as he plunders my ass. Goddamn. Pound, pound, pound. I don't care who is around. I don't care if the world is ending, just fuck me. Pound, pound, pound. I am bucking back, trying to get his big dick further in me.

I am breathing ragged. I want more and more and more, faster and harder, just fucking more. God, at this point it is fucking blur. I can't control myself. I think I am going to pass out. I think I might die. Fuck, I don't care, just keep fucking me.

I suck in some air. Off in the distance I hear, "Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum"

Oh fuck no. More. more. He is fucking me super hard. He won't last, not even seconds. Then pow. Now it's done. He pulls out. He slaps me on the ass and climbs down.

I roll over and give myself 4 hard jerks and cum a second time.

I have to shower again and get dressed. It's a long way home. But it's been a hell of a good morning.