Date: Mon, 22 Dec 2003 05:35:40 -0800 (PST)
From: Pendragon <pendragon03301@yahoo.com>
Subject: Relief in Providence

I was feeling especially horny last week. The stress of work and the
impending the holiday season, combined with cabin fever, little play time
in recent weeks and a full moon left me almost obsessed with the need to
find relief with another man.

I had to go to a half-day morning meeting south of Boston and the ride
down from New Hampshire was horrific. Up north a traffic jam is five cars
at a stoplight. In Boston that day every freeway was a virtual parking
lot. I was ready to explode. Arriving late for my meeting I was prepared
to sink back and let the words flow around me while I contemplated the
agonies of the dreaded the return trip north. But the meeting turned out
to be surprisingly entertaining and invigorating. By noon I was filled
with renewed energy -- and I was pathologically horny again.

Instead of heading north, I turned south toward Providence for an
afternoon of what I hoped would be a well-deserved break for fun and play
at the baths.

I pulled into the crowded, slush-filled parking lot and waded to the
entrance, wondering who was inside the sprawling old warehouse play area.
I paid my fee and wandered to my room, trying to get my eyes to adjust to
the dim lights and the warm bodies strolling past wrapped in white
towels. It looked as if there were more old trolls than anything else on
this cold December day. Oh well, I sighed, at least the steam room is
working, looking forward to a hot shower, a long soak in the steam, and
an invigorating rub down in the sauna.

But the steam room was cool, smelled a little musty, and was completely
empty. I dried off, sat down naked on the upper bench in the corner and
waited for some action. The steam came hissing out of the pipe as the
hallway door opened to admit a slightly overweight, light-skinned Puerto
Rican man. He hitched his towel tightly around his waist and sat across
the room, almost out of sight in the billowing steam.

I spread my legs a little and fondled my limp cock and low hanging balls.
He glanced but looked away quickly, almost as if embarrassed at seeing my
naked, 5'11", 160-pound lean, smooth body and large cock and shaved
balls. He shifted nervously and glanced around the empty room. I wondered
why he was here if he wasn't looking for some fun.

When I go to a bath, I'm there to have some hot man-to-man fun. I'm not
looking for a long-term lover and I don't want to get married. I want
sex. Pure sex. I want to put my mouth on a hard cock and have him moan as
I swirl my tongue around the head of his dripping hard on. And I want him
to suck me deep, lick my hole, and kiss as if the world were going to end
in the next moment.

The door to the steam room opened and in waddled a fifty- something tub
of lard, complete with a bald head, foggy glasses, and bug eyes scouring
the room for some action. I almost threw up. The other guy immediately
got up and bolted for the door as it swung closed. Old Tubby waddled over
to sit about five feet from my corner on the lower bench and began to
grope himself under the voluminous folds of his extra-large towel. He
turned and leered at me. It was time to make an escape. I slowly stepped
off of the slippery platform and dried my self off, giving the hefty
troll an eyeful before sweeping my skimpy towel around my tight waist and
exiting into the cold hallway.

Let's see: the sauna, my room, the lounge for a smoke, or should I wander
the halls seeing what's available? I walked past the sauna and saw a sign
that said: "The lights are out but the sauna is on. Watch your step." OK.
Sounds different.

I pulled the wooden door open and stepped into hot total darkness. As the
door swung closed I could see at least two bodies moving along one of the
benches. Then bang, the door closed. It was very dark and my eyes blinked
in the dry heat. The only sound was an obviously sloppy blowjob going on
somewhere in a far corner. The floor creaked and I felt a slight breeze
as a body walked by, his fingers lightly brushing against my smooth
chest, attempting to rub my small, hard nipples. The hand slipped to my
crotch and under my towel. The door opened briefly then shut; whoever it
was decided not to enter, but the brief glimpse was revealing. I wasn't
yet hard and this hand wasn't going to make me hard. I shivered and
brushed him away - another troll let out from under his rock -- and I
cautiously made my way to be closer to the heat source.

I touched the low bench and settled back, my towel now over my shoulders
and my tight bare ass hitting the hot boards with a satisfying slap. Ah,
that felt really good. I leaned back, the heat searing and relaxing me. I
spread my legs and my left knee touched another hairy leg. I was
surprised - I didn't realize I has planted myself so close to another
body - but I didn't release the pressure. In fact, he pressed back
slightly. Hmmm. This could be interesting.

I moved my left arm to rest on the higher bench behind me and allowed my
left hand to brush his shoulder. He didn't flinch; in fact, his right leg
moved closer to mine. It felt firm and young and hairy. My left hand
cupped his shoulder and he gave a soft moan. I slid closer and our butts
and legs collided, almost as if an electromagnet had been turned on.
There certainly was suddenly electricity in the air.

His right arm fell over my leg and his warm hand caressed my thigh muscle
from below. I slid my right hand to his smooth chest and brushed against
his nipple - pierced by a bar and hoop. I gave it a slight tug and he
groaned, loud enough to cause the background noise to suddenly stop.

He groped my now-hardening cock as I ran my hands over his upper back and
chest, then into his spiked hair. He practically slid into my arms and he
spun to face me. Our lips searched for each other in the blackout as our
hands flitted over our torsos. We clamped on each other's mouth and
sucked the wind from each others lungs, tongues dancing in and out. I
inhaled deeply and groaned as his hand gripped my steel-hard cock.

I reached between his legs and felt a huge soft cock and a pair of
enormous balls. They were truly a handful and his cock twitched and
swelled but remained soft as we slid closer, almost on top of each other.

The door sprang open and in the sudden light I saw my new hot friend was
a handsome, almost boyish-looking guy of about 35. His sleek body was
slicked with sweat and his mouth was partway open, searching for my
mouth. Our eyes briefly focused on each other and we both smiled,
satisfied with what we saw, as the door snapped shut again.

He spun again - oh no, I thought, he's leaving! But he merely sank to his
knees and swallowed my cock to the root. My head snapped back and I
groaned aloud as he sucked deep and nuzzled his nose in my freshly
trimmed pubes. I swam in a dark sea of pure lust for a few moments as he
slowly worked his mouth and throat up and down my 7-inch rod. I sat
forward and grabbed both sets of nipple hardware in my fingers and
lightly flicked the hoops with my index fingers. He groaned aloud and
sank deeper on my rod.

The silence of the other activity in the small crowded room suddenly
changed as the other men - how many? Two, three, maybe four or five? -
obviously moved in our direction. My passionate sucking friend cupped my
rocks as he continued to deep throat me. I leaned forward more and
reached for his still-flaccid but now impressively swollen cock. He
groaned again and I almost shot in his mouth.

Some troll standing next to me in the dark suddenly shoved his large,
hard cock into my face. Normally, I would have lapped him and sucked him
down; but I had other things to think about as my friend licked under my
nut sack and probed between my legs with his talented tongue. I sucked
the troll's head briefly then gently pushed him away.

Grabbing my hottie by the armpits I lifted him to stand in front on me.
The door popped open again in time for me to see a vision: a lovely,
swollen, half-hard cock and a set of the most beautiful fully packed
balls I have ever seen. I tore my eyes up to see his incredibly hairy
belly and smooth chest before the door closed again. Was someone coming
or going? I could care less. I nuzzled into this sweaty crotch and
inhaled deeply; ahh the overpowering smell of man musk! I exhaled,
blowing hot breath over his dripping cock, and sniffed again, holding the
air in my lungs, savoring the rich aromas of his crotch.

My hands skipped around to caress his hot, hairy ass, which tensed under
my touch as my mouth found, and my tongue lapped at his dripping cock
head. I opened my mouth and engulfed his prick, stretching to get my jaws
open wide enough to accommodate the girth. This was the dick of a
champion, I thought, and my hands swam across his hairy ass to swing
forward and enfold his magnificent scrotum. He pitched his hips forward
and I swallowed deeply, still unable to take him all in. I wondered if
anyone could take all of him?

He leaned over me and placed his hands on either side of my head, resting
on the bench behind us as I bobbed up and down on his massive pole. But I
was distracted; new fragrances wafted past my nostrils. His armpits were
dripping wet and smelled so good. And so hot! I pulled off his cock and
licked my way up his belly, then his chest - pausing to play with his
nipple hardware with my teeth and tongue - before I slurped my way over
to his right armpit. I thought we would both pass out as I swiped across
the fine dripping hairs. We both groaned as I lapped away, getting a rush
from the tangy smells and tastes of his pits. He collapsed onto me and
offered his other pit, which I quickly wiped clean.

Our little private encounter was rudely interrupted by several sets of
groping hands. We brushed the hands away like unwanted, pesky flies and
hugged. I licked his ear, he shuddered, and I whispered, "Want to take
this to my room?"

"Uh, huh," he moaned, hugging me tightly and rising to his feet, carrying
me with him.

We stumbled from the sauna, trying to wrap our skimpy towels across our
twitching poles, squinting in the surprisingly harsh (actually dim)
light. I fumbled with my key, holding the tips of his fingers as we
fast-walked to my tiny room. I dropped the key, tried again, then slid it
into the doorknob and opened the door. We stepped in, almost as one
being, and I saw several sets of trollish eyes leering at us as I kicked
the door closed with my left foot. The lights were off - and I left them
that way. The ambient light form the hallway was enough to adore my
prize.

He was slim, small waist, thin, completely smooth chest with erect
nipples and the bars and hoops hardware. He had surprisingly broad
shoulders, a wonderfully hairy belly, a cavernously deep naval, and slim
hairy legs. We both looked down at our torsos, my cock throbbing,
pointing straight up; his swollen but still flaccid prick tumbling over
his amble balls. We looked up at the same time, eyes glinting; his hair
was short on the sides, slightly longer and tastefully spiked on top. He
had a nice, friendly face.

We pulled ourselves into an embrace, grinding our crotches together, as
our mouths and tongues engulfed each other. We shared our spit and breath
for for at least a geological era before we slid onto the bed, side by
side, humping and kissing as if it were the last thing we would ever do
in this world.

He finally slid sideways on the tiny bed, gently pushing me onto my back
and loomed over my pulsing dick. His tongue lapped the oozing precum from
the tip before he oh . . . so . . . slowly . . . swallowed me to the
root. He inhaled through his nose deeply as he reached my trimmed pubic
bush. I arched my back and pushed up into his mouth as he swallowed my
cock down his hot throat.

"Oh, god," I moaned as his throat clamped around my cock and he bobbed
his head ever so slightly up and down. My legs shook as he withdrew and
took a deep breath, and then repeated his actions.

I fumbled for his large dick and wrapped my hands around the base,
swinging the hefty tip to my mouth, inhaling his funky smell, lapping at
the drip of pre at the tip with a large pee hole. He responded by deep
throating me again. "Arrgghh,' I moaned, taking him into my mouth as my
hand pulled on his huge ball bag.

We went on like this for another geological era, shifting positions from
time to time, always on the edge of shooting but withdrawing or changing
tactics enough to make it last.

I flipped over on top in the classic 69 position, taking his huge cock
almost all the way before my sensitive gag reflex kicked in. But that
wasn't what stopped my swallowing; it was his masterful tongue licking my
hot hole, pushing deep into my ass without much preliminary action.

He withdrew his tongue and ravished my hole for an hour and a day - and I
loved every lick and swipe, even though I'm a dedicated top. His mouth
swooping around my ass took me to heaven and back a dozen times as I
lazily licked and sucked his semi-hard cock and buried my nose in his
sweaty, meaty balls. I couldn't get enough of his incredible masculine
smells.

I was close. I didn't want this to end yet. I pulled free, spun him
around, holding him chest to chest in a hug as we caught our breath. I
slowly rubbed his back with my free hand and he melted into me.

Without haste, I slipped from his embrace and gently whispered, "Lie on
your stomach." Perhaps he envisioned that I would rim him or try to bury
my cock in his ass. Instead, I straddled him and began a long, slow,
sensuous back and body rub that lasted 20 minutes. Every muscle, every
fiber was touched, smoothed, gently pressed, and squeezed into a state of
pure relaxation. His breathing slowed, and I could feel his entire body
melting into the bed. From head to toe, I soothed every nerve.

"Turn over," I whispered and helped him to lie on his back. Then I
repeated the process, avoiding his crotch as I probed ever inch of his
arms, chest, torso and legs, ending up rubbing each toe as if it were
made of pure alabaster.

The room was hot; we were both sweating slightly, making us slip easily
against each other. He pulled me into an embrace, my semi-hard resting on
this semi-hard cock and we rocked together for a few minutes, etching the
memory into our bodies and minds.

We switched positions again and I was on my back and he was on top,
69-ing again; he swallowed me whole. I was instantly hard and on the
verge of shooting. He deep throated me again and again until my prick was
as hard as stone and as slick as a newly caught, thrashing trout. He
ground his balls into my face as my tongue lapped at his sweat. I chewed
on his sack and lapped between his balls and shaven hole.

Stretching, I could see that his hole was gaping, smooth, almost
polished, and twitching. I licked across the entrance, darting into the
dark place. He groaned around my cock and buried me deeper in his
throat-if that's possible. We pushed into each other and wanted more and
more.

I ate his hole with gusto as he ground his crotch into my face and neck -
all the while he was taking my cock deep into his gullet, over and over.
I couldn't last much longer.

I pulled my dripping cock from his mouth and began jacking furiously,
taking me to highest edge and I lapped his ass and felt his ass cheeks
and belly with my roving hand. I was close; my back and legs tightened
and I hunched my hips into my flying fist as he licked around my crotch.

He took a last swipe at my balls as they pulled up and then propped
himself on his arms as he watched my cum shoot all the way to my neck on
the first pulse. Over and over my cum flew onto my chest and belly as I
emptied myself of weeks of frustration, want, desire, and need.

He spun around and we collapsed onto the bed, drenched in sweat, gasping
for air, grinding our bodies together in my slippery cum. Then we kissed,
deep and long, with passion but without the urgency we felt before, our
tongues and lips savoring the subtle tastes of our after sex hormones.

He rolled onto his side, swiped the cum with his hand across my smooth
belly, then his hair belly, and lifted his hand, palm up, to inhale the
fragrance. He looked at me and we smiled at each other.

"God, I was supposed to be at work and hour and a half ago," he chided,
snuggling into my arm, his nose buried in my pit. We stayed still for a
moment, and then he licked my pit and looked up. "I came earlier today. I
hope it was OK for you."

I simply groaned, wondering what our lovemaking would have been had we
found each other earlier in the afternoon?

"I was just getting ready to leave when you walked in the sauna," he
confessed. "I'm glad I stayed."

"Me, too," I gasped, kissing his eyebrows and licking his ear. "I haven't
had sex like that for ages."

"Me neither," he said, slowly sitting up and running his hand across my
chest, trailing a finger again through the cooling and drying cum, and
wrapping his hand around my exhausted but still semi-hard cock.

"Nice," was all he said. Then he gave another squeeze, grinned and stood,
hunting for his towel. "I don't suppose it matters which one belongs to
me, does it?" he chuckled.

"No,' I said. "Not after all that." I, too grinned, and rose from the
bed. We wrapped ourselves together again and held each other, just barely
touching, reveling in the feelings of our brief union.

He raised his hands and gently pushed my shoulders, prying us apart.
Neither of us wanted this to end.

"I've got to go or my boss is going to kill me," he said, grinning.

"I know. Me, too," I said, realizing that the long afternoon of intense
lovemaking meant I'd hit the worst of the traffic heading north through
Boston. It was well worth the price, I rationalized, wishing I lived
closer so we could do this again.

He lightly slapped me on the ass and I gave him a last squeeze of his
balls and ass cheeks as he slipped out the door.