Date: Tue, 16 Jun 2015 15:51:06 -0500
From: eric patrick <urbane69@gmail.com>
Subject: "Confidence at the bath house"

This is my third story to nifty.  I enjoy writing these stories, and if you
have happened to have read my other submissions, you'll know I write about
true events.  Not only have I been lucky enough to actually live these
encounters, but we are ALL lucky to have a forum like Nifty to share these
stories on.  Please donate, and again, safe sex and cautionary statements
about gay sex in certain jurisdictions...

My name is Eric, and right now my heart felt as if it was going to leap
through my throat.  I was full of jittery anticipation and nervousness as I
paid for my parking spot in Seattle's Capitol Hill area.  It was a gorgeous
spring day, nearly summer and the temperatures proved it.  University of
Washington students lounged in outdoor tables and chairs at coffee shops
and bistros, the girls wearing sexy sundresses that showed off tattoos and
beautiful curves.

I slapped the pay sticker on my window and started walking downhill to my
destination: my first trip to the Gay Bathhouse, Steam works.  I had never
been there before, and my anxiety made me feel like every pair of eyes
anywhere near me looked at me, and judged me, somehow instantly knowing
that I was going to a notorious cavern of anonymous gay sex.

As I walked, I knew I shouldn't be nervous of the imagined stares.  I
always owned my personality.  With confidence, I straightened my button up
shirt and walked proudly.  If these afternoon-coffee connoisseurs even knew
I was going to the bath house, even straight, they would be jealous that
I'm about to live out a sexual fantasy.  I walked past the discreet door to
the building and circled the block, again out of anxiety and to make sure
this is really what I wanted...needed.  I walked in and found the little
lobby dark with black painted walls.  The man took my ID and my money, and
gave me a key for the lockers upstairs.  He smiled and bobbed his head to
the right, signaling the door I take to go upstairs.  I grinned a thank
you, and my nervousness must have been obvious, the man smiled back and
said, "Relax, you're going to love it!"

I walked up the stairs, still surrounded in darkness and berated by techno
music.  Rounding the corner, I still hadn't seen anybody, and so I found my
locker and changed, slipping into their undersized towels and my own
sandals.  My cock was hard now in the anticipation of living out my
fantasy.  Slamming my locker shut, it was time to show off.  Confidence is
sexy, I thought, and being in a place like this, where literally every guy
here is here specifically to engage in an act of gay sex, I have nothing to
lose!  My athletic wrestlers build with tattoos was something to be proud
of, and my hard cock poking against my short towel would be the invitation.
I looked around, and started wandering the hallways.  They were lined with
doors to the private booths and rooms, which I had declined; any fucking I
was going to do today, would be in public so everybody could see me.

Behind a few of the doors I could hear moaning and slapping sounds, and
behind others, slurping sounds and grunts.  This was so hot, my mind was
reeling!  I leaned against a corner and stared at the tv set up high on the
wall, two young twinks in a 69.  I absent mindedly started stroking my
cock, surprising myself with how comfortable I already was with such a
vulgar display in a relatively open place.  I stroked my cock for a few
minutes and then continued my exploration of the bathhouse.  I finally
rounded a corner into a corner room with a line of couches against a wall.
On the opposite wall was a giant screen showing a gay orgy on film.  The
couches held four or five men, all involved in their own pleasures, towels
open, legs spread wide and playing with their hard cocks.

I had never seen so many hard cocks in a single place, and my mouth
instinctively watered at the prospect.  This is exactly what I was looking
for, and I sat down on one of the empty seats and quickly threw open my own
towel and played with mine too.  At 8 inches and shaven smooth, it was on
the large side compared to the others in the room.  I started slowly,
playing with the drop of clear precum that had crowned the top of my dick.
I started a rhythm, and slowly up and down I spread the cum up and down my
shaft.  My other hand started strumming up and down my abs and my chest,
pausing to pinch my nipples.  I stared intently at the screen we were all
watching, but really all my attention was on myself.  I was aiming to put
on a better show than what was on the wall.  I continued to stroke and
started to spread my legs and run my hand more fervently from my nipples,
now dipping to my asshole.  It was all a show.

 I wanted these strangers, these men who didn't know me to see me, to watch
me and to want me.  I wanted them to start jerking their cocks to the scene
that I gave them.  This is exactly what I was after.  To be watched, to be
desired, to be held as an object.  I didn't know any of these men, and they
didn't know the first thing about me.  They didn't need to know how
successful I am in the real world, or what my profession is.  All they
needed to give me was their physical adoration, their appreciation of being
a piece of meat for their obscene entertainment.  I had always seen the
women in porn, and I loved what they do.  As a matter of fact, I'm
decidedly bisexual.  I could never date a man, but I'm absolutely addicted
to getting men off. I love the feel of cock.  I love the warm saltiness of
cum in my mouth, and the hard muscular thrusting into my ass.  And with
that in mind, the porn starlets online were perfect.  They have amazing
bodies, tight wet pussies, willing mouths and asses.  Gorgeous.  And, they
got to be the object of desire for countless men.  Unending cocks were
stroked to cumming watching these girls be dirty sluts.  And that's exactly
what I needed to be.

As I sat with the other men on the couches, I felt eyes turn to me.  I was
moaning softly as I played with my body.  I looked around as subtly as I
could, and saw that indeed, three men were staring right at me and not the
screen.  Eventually, I stood up and leaned against the door frame, still
able to watch the screen but now standing over and facing the other
voyeurs.  I sunk my shoulders back against the frame and posted my hips
out, highlighting my abs and my hip flexors, showing off my "V" shape and
slowly starting thrusting my cock through my fist.  This was a good
position I thought, and let my head fall back to enjoy the pleasure on my
cock, and the pleasure of their eyes on me.

After a moment though, I felt a hot wet mouth engulf my cock.  I was
startled and looked down in surprise.  Kneeling before me was a college age
kid, looking up at me with big light blue eyes.  He was pale, with blond
hair.  I didn't move, but was staring in surprise at the kid.  He was
looking straight up into my own blue eyes and slowly smiled around my cock.
I grunted a little as his tongue slithered around my head.  I slowly
nodded, realizing the opportunity this blond twink had given me.  I nodded
meekly at first, then with confidence.  And finally, I grunted out, loud
enough for every cock-stroker in the room to hear,

 "Suck my big cock, bitch!"

This was the time to put on a really good show...

Blondie started to bob up and down on my cock, kneeling with his hands
tucked almost politely seeming on his knees.  I stood up with my legs
spread wide, my hands behind my hips to push them farther forward.  After a
few minutes of his eager and polite blowjob, I put my hands behind my head,
showing off more of my body.  Minutes later, blondie finally came off my
cock.  The whole time he had had his eyes closed and his mouth had
maintained that wet seal on my flesh.  When he finally came off for air, he
was looking up at me with those big eyes, strands of his spit draped from
his mouth to my shiny wet cock.  He gasped a few breaths, "Is that good,
Daddy?"

I had never been called that before.  Honestly, I had usually been the one
to ask that very question to my hung dominant partners that I was
humiliating myself to please, so that when I did ask tht question, `is that
good, Daddy', I'd get an answer "Yes, boy," or "yes, slut".  Now though, it
was him asking me, and I was the muscular, powerful, sexually dominant
"daddy".  His question and being called "Daddy" was an invitation.

"Almost, little boy" I grunted, again loud enough for our audience, which
now included a few naked men watching in the hallway.  I grabbed my
cocksuckers head with both hands and tilted it up to look straight at me.
I bended over and got close to him licked at his open mouth.  He stared at
me with his wide open eyes and he stuck out his tongue.  Holding his head
in place, I spat into his mouth, adding to the wetness already from having
sucked cock already.  I took hold of his throat and gripped his hair
tighter, and with a thrust of my hips, my cock slid into his wide open
waiting mouth.  I left it in him for a few seconds, feeling the heat and
the spit, looking at his pale blue eyes slowly start to water as they
stared up at his daddy.  By his hair, I pulled him off of me and after a
quick swallow, blondie stuck his tongue back out for me.  I was getting
into this: "Say thank you, you little cock sucking slut!"

My slut kept his mouth gaped open, but I saw his eyes squint in a smile,
and again I shoved my cock into his mouth, farther this time and harder,
with more of that masculine dominance that I had always craved.  The boy
was a tryer, and even though his eyes were watering he kept staring right
up at me.  After a few extra seconds, his hands found their way to my
waist, and held onto my hip bones.  I could feel his petite fingernails
against my hard flesh.  I yanked him back off my cock again, and this time
he gasped for breath and without missing a beat, he gasped out

 "Thank you! Thank you sir!"

Him and I played this game for a while, I'd facefuck him and pull him off,
more and more spit and saliva and pre-cum connecting his face with my big
cock.  Dominating him, owning his throat and his face and being the object
of his adoration and his desires. I loved it.  I loved being the single
thing in his world.  Nothing else mattered to him except his master, and
right now, that was me, or maybe more appropriately it was my 8 inch,
pre-cum leaking cock.  I know exactly what he was thinking, the physical
sensations and the emotional because I had been there in his place so many
times before.  This time though, I chose to be the master.  I was going to
be a good daddy to this little slut, and I had an amazing opportunity to do
to him what he probably doesn't get often.

I pulled him off my cock one more time, and I bent down again, spitting
into his sloppy tear and spit covered face.  With a fistful of his hair I
spat on him again and twisted his hair to turn him around.  Around him was
an audience of nearly a dozen men.  They were all different ages, races,
sizes.  Twinks, bears, jocks, everybody.  My slut and I weren't the only
ones playing, but we were the center of attention.  Everybody was watching
this sloppy little bitch get dominated by a complete stranger.

"They're all watching you, you fucking slut!  Look at them, they're
stroking their big cocks watching you suck my big cock and make you my
little bitch!" I was growling at him and he started nodding his head,
understanding that what I was saying was absolutely true.  "Are you my
little bitch, boy?" I asked. He gasped out "Fuck, yes I am, I'm your little
bitch!"  I kept playing games with him like that, the back and forth
dialogue to constantly defied who is who in this relationship, to
completely own him physically, but facefucking him, and mentally by making
him admit and say willingly that he is my little cock sucking slut.  I did
to him all the things that I have fantasied about and what I would want
when its my turn to be on my knees as an object to use.

All of this stimulation was taking a toll on my cock.  The boy in front of
me, the men surrounding both of us and getting off to us, and my sudden and
absolute dominance of the situation.  His mouth was well used by now, and
it was more a matter of me fucking his face than him having a choice and an
opportunity to suck my cock.  I was starting to get close, and it was time
for the finale to my show.

"I'm going to cum, slut, beg me for it!"  I howled out, louder than ever
before.  Blondie pulled off my cock and started begging, "shoot for me, I
want you cum!"  My balls tightened as he moaned and while he was still
begging I shoved my cock in his mouth for a few last thrusts.  Every muscle
in my body tensed and flexed as my cock completely erupted in cum.  I've
always shot huge loads, and as soon as I felt the first ropes of my thick
white cum shoot, I pulled out and started cumming all over his face.
Blondie closed his eyes just as rope after rope of me spilled out and
covered him.  His tears, all of his slobber and spit, all of my slobber and
spit on him, all of it was already coating his face, and now nearly a dozen
thick ropes of cum covered him from his hair to his chin.  I grunted and
clenched my teeth through my orgasm, and as soon as I finished cumming I
thrust my cock through his lips one last time, and buried my cock balls
deep in his throat.  I held it there, feeling the warm cum against the base
of my cock.  As soon as the slut gagged, I through him off my cock, and
pulled him by his hair into a sitting on his ass on the filthy cum stained
floor in front of me.  He was catching his breath, his eyes closed and
caked over with my cum.

It was my last moment as his daddy.  If he was anything like me, the daddy
figure would be replaced in a matter of minutes.  "Say thank you boy!"  I
said loudly and authoritatively, so all the studs in the room and the dark
hallway could here.

Still catching his breath, I heard a meek "Thank you!"

"Louder, slut!"

He found his voice, and his soft words called out louder this time "Thank
you sir!"

"Thank you for what, you little slut!"

Finally, blondie opened a single eye and looked at me, a smile on his
sloppy lips "Thank you for fucking my face and cumming all over me, Daddy!"

I smirked, and ended the show: "Good, boy, good boy."

I grabbed my towel and ambled down the hallway.  Already my cock was chubby
again, still turned on by the entire idea and the show I had just given so
many strange men.  At the corner to the lockers, I stopped and looked back
at the crowd gathered around the boy who had just been my personal fuck
toy.  Already, I could see the telltale bobbing motion down low behind some
thighs.  That blondie really was a fucking slut, I thought.  Already the
men in that group were using and abusing his face and throat just like I
had.

A few minutes later I felt refreshed and showered, squeaky clean.  I exited
the bath house and stepped into the late evening twilight of Capitol Hill.
Only paces from the door was a nice bistro, and throwing my gym bag down at
an outside table, I ordered a coffee and a snack.  I'm confident the other
customers had seen me leave the thick wooden door plastered over with ads
for "DILF Night" and other overtly gay events.  But, as I sat there and
enjoyed my drink, I had a big smile on my face and couldn't care less if
the other customers knew.  They could come right up and ask if I had just
left, and with a grin, and a confidence voice, I would respond, "hell yes,
I did".