Date: Sat, 23 Oct 2004 23:54:15 EDT From: IfIWantU2@aol.com Subject: Tales from the Bath DISCLAIMER: The following story is 100% true but is not to be considered anything other than entertainment. No one under the age of consent may read this material, whose copyright remains in my possession. IfIWantU2@aol.com "Sometimes You're on Top" I'm 30, Caucasian, 5-9, 165, short brown wavy hair, blue eyes, 8-inch cock, and a medium muscular build. Most of all, guys notice my face and my ass-in that order. My face gives me a cute appearance. My ass is a "bubble butt": it's large, round, juicy, and firm to the touch. I live in a large northern-U.S. metropolis. In this city, there are 2 well-known bathhouses. I've only been to 1 of them, but I've never had reason to visit the other. For years now, I've gone in for an hour or six-to watch the guys, touch the skin, and fuck the holes. One day, I decided I should write about my experiences. While I've never fucked my coach or an authority figure, the adventures I've had at the bathhouse have given me hope that sexual satisfaction exists over the long haul... 9.October, 2004 I like going to the bathhouse on Saturday late afternoons/evenings once the sun has begun to set. A lot of guys are still afraid to venture near without cover of darkness. I like to go after a Saturday workout because I'm pumped and horny. Maybe it's the testosterone, maybe it's the guys at my gym whose looks linger a little too long but whose actions will never materialize, or maybe it's lifting a lot of weight and feeling like a big animal. For whatever reason, I relax by spending a couple of hours cloaked in darkness with leering eyes focused on my body. Perhaps that's the reason-the guys who enter the bathhouse after the bars have closed on Fridays or Saturdays tend to be more arrogant, more flirtatious, more irritating. The guys who enter this realm at twilight seem to appreciate the mutual expectation of unattached sex. This Saturday was no exception. Within about 30 minutes of arriving, I had cased the floors, scanned rooms and waited patiently in steamy, moist locales. Near the video screens adjacent to the dark maze, I saw a large black man with light brown skin and chunky muscles standing near me, waiting for me to make a move. Not to be racist, but I haven't explored a lot outside the confines of my own race-out of a lack of adventure, a lack of desire or a fear that I would not return to the security of sameness. I do only tend to find white or Hispanic guys attractive. I tend to like guys who are shorter, heavier, more muscular, with dark hair, dark eyes, and a strong touch. I do not normally enjoy arrogant guys who try to control you, but even they have their place in my bed from time to time. This black man fit the profile of the guys I'm interested in; he was 5-7, 170, muscular, with chunky features. I felt the urge to top a black guy. Again, it sounds highly superficial, but for me the bathhouse exists to explore my sexual urges, however contrived. We somehow got together and started rubbing each other gently. He liked to hold me and kiss. I am not a big kisser, usually because you can't use any form of protection. You probably won't catch anything serious, but I don't enjoy a cold/virus that I know resulted from a one-time encounter. We went back to his room...I think his name was Martise or something. It sounded Caribbean, though he spoke like any other American. We continued to grope each other, and we sucked each other's cocks. The one thing I will always remember is his cock head. Following the stereotype, his cock was thicker than mine-another trait I don't care for in a guy, especially if I'm on bottom. As I was not going to bottom (it's rare I want to), the dimensions of his cock were not important. But the top of his cock head was a normal, flat mushroom shape while the bottom part of the head was grooved straight into his shaft. It's tough to describe, but it was one of a kind. I teased him when he lay down on his back. I sat on top of him and thwacked his cock against my ass. I used a little spit as lubrication and inserted his cock head into my crack. He didn't go inside of me, but I got him thinking about it. After minutes of heavy foreplay and teasing, I asked him what he did. I told him I preferred top to bottom, and he was versatile and happy to oblige. He continued to lie on his back, and I inserted my condomed, lubed 8-inch vanilla cock deep into his firm, chocolate ass. At first, his ass was so tight, I felt maybe I wouldn't be able to fuck him if he was too virginal. But his tight ass relaxed over a number of thrusts to the point I could push in deep and fast and hard. He liked to be fucked, and he was a good receiver. He told me to push harder and faster, to fuck him hard. I fucked him for 20 minutes and came inside him when he clenched his sphincter and massaged my cock from inside his hole. When he shot by his own hand, his cum squirted past his shoulder. Any good top knows the further the cum shoots, the more enjoyable the experience the bottom just had. Seems the black guy had enjoyed being the bottom as much as I had enjoyed topping my first black stud. -0-0-0-0-0-0- When I walked out of his room, I stood next to the door while my bottom left to shower. When you go to a bathhouse at a regular interval and a regular time, you tend to see some of the same people-like going to a neighborhood bar. I've seen one Hispanic guy I've fucked several times before. I don't know his name, but when I fuck him, he calls me "papi." He is 5-11, maybe 205, mostly muscle, short brown curly hair, brown eyes, olive skin, huge muscle ass, awesome muscle tits. Picture me, little cute white boy with a nice smile and perky ass, bending over a large, built Hispanic guy who begs to have me shove my cock inside his manhole. The Hispanic guy stood next to me after the black guy had left to shower. We smiled at each other without saying a word. As if Fate had knocked, he opened his door next door to the room I was just in. I paused for a moment before I stood in front of his door, waiting to be invited in. He motioned me inside, and I closed the door behind me. We began to kiss. He stripped off his towel and mine, and he began to suck on my cock. He sat on the bed and waited until I got down on my knees to suck his giant stick. The black guy's cock was thicker than mine, but it was only slightly bigger overall. This Hispanic guy's cock was huge. It had to be at least 9.5-inches long and at least 6 inches wide. Even when I tried to go down on him, I could only go so far before my gag reflex kicked in. The Hispanic guy would like nothing more than to bend me over and fuck my white bubble butt and make me his bitch. Unfortunately, my ass is used to small white dicks from muscle guys I usually only take it from. He's tried unsuccessfully several times to fuck me. He says things like "you know you want it" to try to get me in the mood. He even rims my ass in order to prepare it for his cock, but no time has this ever worked out. I take a little of it up my chute, but the pain of the width of his tool makes me stop and back off. He is so excited at these times that he begs me to fuck him. He asks me if I want his ass and then bends over the small bed, offering me a juicy, melon-shaped ass to fuck without abandon. I inserted my cock deep inside in 1 slow push, and I could feel him enjoying every inch of me inside him. We fucked in several positions over a long period of time. He liked to use his ass to fuck my cock; he liked to take control, even when I'm on top fucking his ass with my 8-inch white-boy dick. He asked me to shoot inside him, which I do. I grabbed onto his perfect pecs while I shot my load between his muscular glutes. By this time, we're both dripping in sweat from the frolic, and we parted knowing we may fuck again the next time we meet...or we may look for something else the next time around.