Date: Sun, 21 Dec 2008 19:56:37 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Six Times!  The Truth"  by Jay Roberts     Gay encounters

	Not a math lesson, you tadpole.  Get lost if you are
	as I suspect, under 18.  The rest of you slippery
	hungry frogs make croak away.



This was the first time I had ever gone to a gay bathhouse.  I was just
nineteen, had plenty of straight experience, but no stuff with boys.  I
wanted to experiment with all my heart and cock, and here I was.

It was in New York City.  It no longer exists, torn down for a parking
garage.  There ought to be a plaque there for my six cums in one night, but
there ain't.

I wasn't nervous entering.  I may have seemed confused because I didn't
know the drill of leaving my wallet and watch in an envelope and taking the
key.  Also I didn't know about the different types of accommodations,
locker, room etc.  I chose a locker, it was cheaper.

Sexual excitement started immediately as I entered the locker area.  Guys
hung around with the object to grabbing new comers.  They probably figured
that those guys were hot to trot.  Consequently, I not only got a lot of
eyes on me, following my removal of every item, but some bold guys came
right up to me and stroked my nipple.  I liked that, but I think they
thought that I would follow them anywhere after that.  I mere turned
slightly to the right and oops, turned right into another fresh guy who
gently hand palmed my hanging balls.  Well, it worked.  By the time I was
undressed, my cock stood out like a beacon.  As I headed for the steam
room, I was followed by three guys, panting behind me.  Oh, this popularity
was heady.  I do have to say for great immodesty, that I deserved the
attention I was getting.  Without going into too much detail, I will tell
you that I am six feet tall, ginger hair, and the map of Ireland on my
face, turned up nose and generous mouth.

The guys stayed outside.  I guess they didn't want to get wet from the
steam.  I found only one fellow there, but he was a keeper.  He was a pale
skinned, tall, curly haired, blue eyed, German boy.  To this day, I have
never met anyone more avid about making me happy...as you will see.

When I sat down, he immediately came over to me with supreme authority and
cupped my chin and lifted it so he could soundly kiss me.  His slippery
tongue explored my mouth and brought me to a huffing and puffing state of
sexual compliancy.  He knew the power of his lips.  He next slipped down to
his knees and took my dick into his mouth and didn't suck, he had his own
style, he held it in his mouth and allowed his saliva to drip over it and
coat it in a wash spit.  I never felt anything like that.  Frankly, I was a
beat away from delivering my load into his mouth, but then he put a strong
hand and lifted me by my underarm so I was in a standing position.  I
swayed from passion.  The guy was like a big dose of amyl nitrate and four
cocktails.  I had no volition; I was putty in his hands.  Usually I was the
boss, but there was strange excitement in letting someone else take the
lead.

He spoke into my ear, not soft words of love, but commands, "You vill
follow me to my room immediately.  Vat's your name?  I am Hans.  Do not
waste time.  Be there just behind me.  DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"Yessir, my name is Jeff." I said weakly.  I was half afraid, and half
entranced with this U-Boat captain who had captured me.

He keeps one hand firmly on my shoulder as he opened the lock on the door
of his room.  Inside there was one narrow bed, and on a hook was his
clothing.  To my horror, I realized that it was a uniform of some sort.
Was he a storm trooper, or SS guard?  Of course, not possible.  He probably
was a newly arrived young man from Europe and landed a job as a security
guard on Macy's.

He pushed my onto my back on the bed and he crouched at the foot of the
bed.  In a moment, he spread my hairy Irish legs apart and was about to
resume his fabulous blowjob.  Before starting, he stared at me with his ice
blue eyes and spoke roughly.  "Do not reciprocate in any way.  This is my
style of sex.  You will receive it gratefully.  Do not talk.  It spoils the
mood."

And so saying, he dove onto my aching cock and began his peculiar
motionless mouth hold on my cock, dripping saliva by the bucketful, bring
intense pleasure to my cock.

I hoped he didn't mind by crooning my excitement.  I was careful not to say
anything, but my vocalization encouraged him to move forward so that my
cock was deep in his mouth.  Again, he didn't suck, but he swallowed, and
his big thick tongue swept hard against my shaft each time he gulped.

I looked down at him for the first time.  His body was really beautiful.  I
could see along his perfect, faultless, muscular back down to the rise of
his buttocks.  He didn't see me looking, his eyes were closed and he nursed
away at my cock.

I was at that stage, just suspended before orgasm.  It is the best feeling
natural offers.  You think you can stay like that forever, but it is a very
difficult balancing act.  My attempt was truncated by Hans.  He let my
soaked cock fall out of his mouth and he looked up at me, his icy eyes
blazing with confidence and authority.  "You vill now cum.  You understand.
No holding back, or there vill be trouble for you."

Shit, who am I to fight the great orgasm I knew was awaiting me
momentarily.  I just sighed with acceptance and relaxed my body and closed
my eyes.  If I expected a lazy slide into a comfortable peak experience, I
was mistaken.  My Nazi had other ideas.  He began humming around my prick
and slobbering and sucking with great vigor.  My eyes turned inward and I
began to leave this Earth.  I whimpered piteous with the helpless feeling
of losing all control of my body.  My cock began to spew endlessly, and...I
am embarrassed to say, I began farting loudly.

He didn't stop his heavy blowjob, even when it seemed that I had no more
spooge to spooge.  Instead to kept up sucking.  Finally he slowed down and
resumed his first style of holding my cock in his lips and allowing himself
to spill over with saliva.  My pubic hair was soaked.

Usually, I can't bear anyone on my cock once I have cum.  My sensitivity is
overwhelming, but his method of wetting me down and holding gently was
actually calming and very enjoyable.  I decided not to worry about my
partner, just take the good feelings as they came, but then my eyes flew
open.  Something was happening that I never felt before.  My cock was
beginning to get hard again, not only hard, but also wanting.  I could
hardly believe it but I was needy for another cum.

He seemed to be a sexual savant, he knew everything I was feeling.  Again
he spoke to me, or rather gave me orders.  "You will soon serve me more of
your desirable sperm.  Do not think, just feel."

He was right.  In a minute I was exactly as locked in passion as I had been
a short time before.  My back arched and I began spewing five heavy loads.
I was amazed.  I figured the sex time was over and as soon as I recover, I
will tie my towel on and shower and get on home, but Hans still held my
cock in his mouth.  He had a firm hold with this puffy pillow lips.  If I
made a sudden mood, I might well leave my pride and joy in this room and go
home cockless.

I stayed calm, at least for a few minutes, then I heard heavy breathing.
It was I.  I was fast falling into another great cum.  Part of me was
incredulous that this would be my third explosion.  I had no fight left in
me.  I pumped it out and he swallowed in and then licked the piss slit to
be sure he hadn't missed any nectar.

I feel asleep immediately afterward, or passed out from unendurable
pleasure indefinitely prolonged.  I awoke with a hard on.  A big one.  His
mitt like hand enclosed it.  He moved his hand gently.  His other hand was
cradling my balls, He tickled the underside of them.  I moaned loudly and
he hushed me.  "Do not be a lady boy, or a noisy boy."

He was a master at wanking.  My cock was rigid and I felt my piss hole
stretching in preparation of shooting.  My balls had moved up so that one
was on each side of the base of my shaft.  He leaned down and replaced his
hand with his tongue that seemed as large as a bathmat.  It surrounded my
prick, it rubbed and caressed it.  I know I was committing a crime, but I
could stop myself from groaning out, "Oh shit, I'm cuming...again!"

He swooped down and put his mouth on my, about to orgasm cock and swallowed
in down so that his lips were against my reddish pubes.  I then began to
unload, directly down his throat.  He stayed there, swallowing like a baby
calf.

Well, now, after cuming I was beginning to have a less than thrilling
feeling that I might never develop enough spooge to ever shoot again.  I
had used up a two-week supply, but was hand Hans deterred.  Naw, he patted
my head and gave my cheeks a heavy squeeze, saying, "You are doing wery
vell, do not despair of being able to satisfy me more.  I shall enlist
assistance."

I had no idea of what was about, but I lie there in a weak state of sate.
Then I felt the bed lift as he started to leave.  I got a great very of his
large, smooth, pink/white, muscular ass.  His halves were so strong that
they caused a separation and I see his hairless, pucker between.  But it
was not an ass for me, I was the sexual object...the cow to be milked.  I
wondered what he means by seeking help, but then I guessed as a gorgeous
Asia boy stood next to beautiful Hans.  Hans had his arm over the boy's
shoulder.  I would say that they boy was captured.

Hans came over to me and turned me on my stomach.  Then he arranged me so
that I was resting on my knees and elbows.  A very vulnerable position,
that raised all sorts of fears that I was going to be raped by a German and
a Chinese prick.  I was wrong.  That was no Hans' intention.  What his plan
was became quickly evident as he pushed the pretty Asian boy's face into my
ass crack.  I have never had anyone touch my ass.  I felt his slim, very
smooth hand caress my ass checks.  It was done so sweetly, so reverently
that I almost hummed with good feelings.  This boy was ass wise, he loved
asses, I could tell.  His hands acted like his eyes, learning the slopes,
the dimples and testing the fuzziness that dwelt in the excitement warmed
tract between the pear halves.

As he searched for the heart of my sensations, his hand became wily and
insolent.  Soon, though I moaned a warning, he began a rhythmic sweep, back
and forth over the puckered hole.  To my amazement my sphincter seemed like
it was pushing out, kissing the finger that teased it.

This treatment was making my head spin. I felt like I was living the
ordinary world and floating, no circling over the bed.  Hans began stroking
my back that had become damp from sexual excitement.  Up and down, soothing
yet exciting.  Then he stopped.

He then slipped under me.  My prick was hanging down like an utter, and my
balls were swinging back and forth as I moved.  He craned up his neck,
puckered his lips and began to milk my waiting cock/teat.  Oh, it felt so
good.  I began, to my surprise, to breathe heavily and my cock began to
stiffen.  Soon it became so rigid that it was climbing up to paste itself
on my belly.  He followed it, pulling it down with his lips and enveloping
it in the wet warmth of his mouth and throat.

There I was being brought to the heights of animal passion, my cock
dripping pre cum, my ass hole clinging to the sweet teasing finger.

This treatment kept on, never changing, forming a swaying beat.  I was
almost sobbing in my desire to orgasm, but my partners were too soft to
produce the final push.  I lifted my head up and broke the rule.  "Hey you
fucking pansies.  Stop tinkling me.  Get serious, I want to cum."

My taut seemed to do the trip.  The Asian began finger fucking me with
gusto, passing back and forth over my prostate.  Hans began heavy sucking,
allowing, for the first time, my cock to enter his gullet.  Now my dick was
totally enveloped and he kept swallowing rapidly, massaging me into a
climatic ejaculation.

At first my body was hesitate to go over the edge.  After all, I had
already climaxed four times, this would be the unprecedented fifth time.
But a pushed all thoughts into my subconscious and gave way to the urgency
of shooting.  I heard Hans moan slightly as my sweet milk shot into his
mouth.  Then Lee felt my anus fluttering as I came.

I marveled that I delivered a big load.  I thought there was no more there,
but Hans emerged, his full mouth dripping some of the cum he couldn't quite
catch.

Then it hit me.  I was exhausted, totally empty balled.  I rolled onto my
back and lay there panting.  Lee, the Asian and Hans sat up and coolly lit
cigarettes.  They sat smoking like two social buddies, discussing me.  Lee
asked, "You think there's another cum left in him?"

Hans mumbled eagerly.  "I haf never tasted anyting like his stuff.  I must
haf more."

I cried weakly, "No more please.  I have to shower and go home and sleep
for a week."

They ignored me.  Lee pulled my red haired legs up over his slim thighs and
pushed the head of his cock right into my hole, well prepared by his finger
fucking.  Hans lay his head on my belly, his lips just inches from my cock
head.  Lee began pushing in, finally his rough Asian pubes tangled with my
red Irish ass fuzz.  He began a steady fucking.  It felt good, but there
was no way on Earth that I could be stimulated into coming for a sixth
time, but Lee was determined, and experienced.

"Time for round eyes to get the big gun treatment."  He lifted his hand in
the air and landed with a loud smack on my right buttock.  I screamed in
pain, but something else, and he heard it.  "The boy likes pain, I think."
He repeated the action on my left check."

I began crying with frustration.  They had done it.  My cock was preparing
to spooge.  It hiccupped with dry pulses but nothing came out.

"Fuck," said Hans, "The Amerikan is dried up.  No more sweet cream.  Hey
you Irish fag, get out of here.  You're no good to me."

As I laboriously got to my feet I heard Lee asking Hans, "You brought him
to ejaculation six times.  What fun do you get out of it?"

Hans laughed roughly and pointed to the floor under the bed.  There, seen
by Lee and me was a large puddle of cum.  Holy shit, he must have shot each
time I did.

I never came again so much in so short a time.  This was the adventure of a
lifetime.  I continued going to that place until it closed.  I never ran
across Hans or Lee again.

End