In general I get to the baths every couple months. But a couple weeks ago I went to Midtowne here in L.A. and had the most fanfuckintastic time. By the time the night was over, I had collected nine full loads up my ass and had four condom-queens mount me, too.

I was buzzed, came four times myself, and left exhausted.

I got there, got undressed, and laid down, my hairy butt-up and facing the door to the room. The first guy was a chiseled asian guy, definitely eager to get started. He whipped off the towel to release his long, skinny hard-on that pulsed with his heartbeat. He dipped his fingers in the Vaseline jar and then probed my butt, slowly stretching and greasing the sphincter. His cock throbbed as I moaned and he rolled me over onto my back. "Hold your legs back," he ordered as he probed some more. He was leaking as he moved slowly to position his cock at my hole. Then he slid in slowly. Once in, he went crazy thrusting and pulling until he started this 'eh-eh-eh-eh,' sank in and CAME. He went limp on top of me, still making tiny thrusts to lose every drop.

The next guy was a standard-issue guy. I think he was outside the door listening to the asian guy's vocal 'eh-eh-eh-eh' cumming. He pushed into the little room, also very ready. No preliminaries; pulled me upright standing on the floor with my hands high against the wall and butt sticking back. Once in, he growled, "On your knees now!" He needed to get lower to watch himself in the small mirror as he ravaged my round ass with his upward-curving cock. The savage ravage felt great! He kept his body tight against mine, just jack-hammering his hips. I got VERY hard like that and reached down to play with myself. He slapped my hand away saying, "Later! I want you like this!" I kept my hands against the wall while he pounded and pounded. He lasted quite a while and just growled when he came with a load that was enough to really notice. He pulled out and shoved it into my mouth to clean it off. Then he abruptly left.

I spent a minute straightening the sheet from the first encounter with my own hard-on still hoping for attention. A small guy, still fully dressed as if he had just arrived, entered the doorway, grabbed my dick, knelt, and pulled me into his mouth. I knew I wouldn't last long, but he solved that. He would suck and stop, suck and stop until I was FRANTIC to CUMM. A bit later, when he finally let me, swallowing every drop, I thought he had turned both testicles inside-out.

At this point I sank onto the bed, still butt-up though definitely pleased by my first half-hour at the baths. I hadn't closed the door. That factor led to the star of the night. I have to call him Muscle-Daddy.

Muscle-Daddy was very tall, very broad, hairy and goateed, with a torpedo-dick, the kind that starts narrow and flares to a HUGE, round base. He saw the Vaseline jar, got a gob on one finger, and started packing grease into me holding my sphincter open with one hand while the other stuffed the grease. "Grab your key... and your poppers, if you need them." his voice rumbled. "We're going downstairs."

Downstairs is the dark room with a bed in the middle. He put his arm around my neck and led me down to the cellar, signaling to others as we walked. I was both nervous and excited. I had just cumm, so the edge was off, and I didn't understand just how my limits were going to be stretched.

Once downstairs, he wordlessly put me face-down on the already-damp-n-cummy bed, got between my legs and then forced them wider apart than they had EVER been stretched. This made me hump my hole back toward him, which made him give a little laugh as he guided his dry pole to my grease-filled hole.

He made an enviable entrance, very slowly penetrating, slowly stretching, and quickly making me hotter than fire. He touched bottom, the next part of my intestines and still pushed forward. I got hard again (I couldn't believe it). He took his time, laying his weight fully on top of me, thrusting with a slow rhythm until his climax when he would pull all the way out and then SLAM back in. About ten of those was all he (or I) could take and he shot several spurts up there. He then rested for a couple minutes.

When he pulled out of me, man I felt empty. He repositioned himself face up with his head at the edge of the bed and pushed my head to his softening cock. "Just nurse it," he said. He pulled my body so we could 69 for a bit. By this time I wanted to cumm again, also.

Then, for the first time, I noticed that the room was kind of full. About four guys were stroking themselves and watching us. I had straddled Muscle-Daddy's head with my knees on the edge of the bed, my ass at the edge, and my dick in his mouth. He bent his knees to hold my head in place on his dick and used both arms to hold me in that position. The first stroker approached my ass and entered. Fireworks! I was buzzed while he fucked me.

He didn't last long and yelled out when he came. Then the second stroker lined up. His was a skinny dick with a cue-ball head that really hurt when it popped into me making ME really squeal. His stroking brought me off immediately into Muscle-Daddy's mouth. But he didn't stop then. No, he lasted a good ten minutes and I was wiggling, trying to escape, and squealing and sobbing, trying to plead with my tricks to stop--that they had just made me cumm (again)!

I couldn't move. FUCK, Muscle-Daddy was STRONG! Held me in place, tight. Held my head with his powerful legs and his dick, now ressurrected, pounding and leaking into my mouth.

Number two FINALLY came! And the third stroker got into position. Tears were running down my cheeks. I was squealing more, but that just made Muscle-Daddy grip my head with his thighs all the harder! Number three came quickly and number four prepared for his entrance.

First he walked around to my front so I could see his monster. It wasn't thick at all (thank God), but it certainly made up for that in length. I started shaking as he walked behind me. He surprised me by licking some of the leaking jism out of my tired, and by now very loose, hole. He slurped a lot of it up and came around again to feed it to me. This was totally new for me! I had eaten cumm right from the spigot before and loved most of it. But never multiple loads along with my own ass juices - yuck!

In spite of what I thought I would feel, that action, feeding me cumm-loads with my assjuices, got me all fired up again. Muscle-Daddy noticed and worked more on my cock to get me READY! The fourth stroker slid into me, touched bottom, and forged ahead past that second sphincter. Once he was in he just made very short jabs waaayy deep. This kept me fired up and I came (my 3RD!) the same time he did.

Muscle-Daddy was rock-hard, again, by then. He was being so gentle as he guided me laying on my belly. I spread my legs for him again, but he closed them and signaled another large man to mount me. I could tell they knew each other. The new stranger sank his cock into me and held very still. Muscle-Daddy spread the new stranger's legs apart and mounted HIM. This went on for quite a while until the new stranger yelled out this wierd gurgle... and came!

Muscle-Daddy pulled out, pushed the other away, spread my legs the way way he wanted them, and started fucking again. He whispered in my ear how good I was and how pleased he was with me. He fucked for a long, long time and eventually finished de-e-ep in my guts. My hole was wide open, satisfied, filled, used, abused, cummy, leaking, and felt better than it EVER had before.

Muscle-Daddy signaled another man to lay face-up and positioned my leaking asshole over his mouth. He lapped, sucked, licked and ate those copious loads from my poor ass, while making me feel better each minute.

While this was going on, my sexual choreographer left. DAMN, how was I going to find him again? Even through there were periods of pain, forced cumm, and massive stretching of my poor asshole, this was still the most fanfuckintastic sex I had in DECADES!

I slowly got up, stretched my legs and walked through the basement and trudged up the stairs to my room. Not sure if I should stay or go, I thought I had closed my door as I laid down for some rest.

Since I hadn't closed the door tightly, another man pushed his way in, shut the door, and sat next to me. "I can't do this in public," he explained as he caressed my back and ass. His touch was light and the tenting of his towel told the entire story.

He was very young, and an enthusiastic kisser. And good at it; kissing, touguing, nibbling my mouth, eyes, ears, and nips--all the while pulling my legs up and seamlessly lubing his fat cock and slowly entering me. He never stopped kissing me, even after he came about ten minutes later. He stayed inside, giving little twitches and laughing, "Feels good in there!"

So I suggested, "Round 2?" He thought that was funny and kept sliding in and out 'til he came again. "You got me hot downstairs," he said after he pulled out, "and I just HAD to fuck you!"

No complaints from me. The young thing was very interested in meeting again, but my natural reluctance to that kind of generation gap won out. We had tricked. That was it.

I kind of got re-interested in sex with the young one and decided to stay for the full time available. The next four guys all used rubbers which felt good enough even if something felt missing.

I went downstairs to shower off the sweat 'n cumm and wandered through the second-floor dark room. I poked my head into a dark corner and someone grabbed my dick and pulled me forward. I was absolutely soft and whispered that I had already cumm a couple times. "Don't fuss," he said, "I'm patient."

And he started sucking... very, very well. I had to have tested his patience though, 'cuz it took quite a while to even get half-hard. But he really WAS patient and continued to suck and suck until I was UP again. He worked on it longer until I felt my balls tightening and my shaft becoming blue steel. This cumm HURT! It felt like I was squirting fire, my poor balls were trying so hard to make jism, but couldn't keep up. Even through the pain it was a complete climax that left me absolutely exhausted and ready to go home.

The hallway clock indicated I had one hour left. I decided not to waste it, opened my door, and laid down to see it there'r any more promising strays who needed attention.

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