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bathhouse encounter #4

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 20 Jul 2000 1 comments
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by jackson dick Our paths had crossed all afternoon. I had first seen him at the entrance to the club- the patron in line in front of me. He was tall and had long, straight, shiny jet-black hair worn in a pony-tail. At first I thought he was Hispanic, but when he turned and I got a better look at his face, I realized he was Indian (i.e. from India; not Native-American). He was quite handsome with nicely defined facial features: beautiful dark eyes, large eyelashes, prominant cheekbones and chin. He was very dark, and this made his white teeth appear almost phosphorescent when he smiled. I had a close (but unconsumated) encounter with him in the 'bunkroom' (a semi-lighted room full of bunkbeds where guys go to fuck). A couple of guys were fucking in one of the lower bunks and my Indian friend approached a man standing next to the couple and watching. I followed the Indian and both the other standing man and I began exploring the Indian's body (the other man from the front and me from the back). The Indian had a really nice torso- tight, hard pecs, good upper arm & shoulder definition (biceps, triceps & deltoids) and flat, hard abdomen, with a whispy hair trail. (Although the guy was probably 30, he both looked and FELT younger). I felt another man behind me, first exploring my body and then reaching his hands past me to explore my Indian friend. Then the guy in front of my Indian friend attempted to go down on him. My Indian friend stopped him and then squeezed past all of us and left the bunkroom. I followed him and the cluster broke up. We passed each other in the halls several times after that. I did not see him play with anyone, and he did not respond to my inviting eyes. Eventually, I wound up in the porno lounge beating off slowly and trying to get a circle-jerk together. (I've learned this is a real 'hit or miss' proposition at the bathhouse, but sometimes it can come together nicely and be really hot!) Unfortunately this day I never attract more than one guy at any time (and jacking 1:1 is NOT what I'm after!). A guy joins me, jacks for a bit, then moves on, and I'm alone again until another guy joins me, jacks for a bit, then moves on. ETC> Well after about three instances of this, my Indian friend comes in and joins me in a chair about 10' away. He fishes his prick out through his towel and begins to beat it, all the while watching the porno on the screen. Within seconds, he's scrunching his face up and grinning nastily- showing me he's really getting off to beating his meat to the porno. I stare longingly at his schlong. It's a bit above average (probably about a 7-incher) though quite thin and prominantly curved upwards (sickle-shaped). He's uncut, but his skin is so taut now you can't really tell. After a minute or two, he gets up and leaves. I follow him to the water fountain, where he is drinking, and then pass him- heading down the hallway to the darkroom. He follows about ten paces behind me. In the darkroom, I take the first chair- right by the entrance. He enters the room and walks slowly in a full circle around the perimeter. Apparently there is no one else there at this point. When he reaches the entrance again, he runs into my legs. He stops, reaches out slowly to my knee, and gently, lightly begins exploring my inner thigh with his right hand. I reach up and tentatively stroke his hard, tight chest. With his left hand he gives my roving hand an encouraging squeeze. I stand and both of our hands hungrily explore each other's bodies. I attempt to kiss him, but he turns away. So I concentrate my tongue and wet lips on his neck and ears and he moans appreciatively. When I move down to one of his erect nipples, he moans again loudly this time, and grabs my head forcefully with both hands- pulling me into his sculpted chest. "NICE pecs", I whisper. "Thanks" he whispers back, as I continue to work on them with my tongue, lips and right hand. (My left hand is already jacking his oozing prick, slick precum lubing it easily.) Several guys have entered the darkroom and are watching us. Periodically, one or another will reach out and touch my Indian friend or I. Yet (for the most part) they keep a respectful distance- just watching (though most are feeling themselves up through their towels, and at least one guy has his towel off and is aggresively beating his meat as he watches us play with each other). As I return to kissing my Indian friend's neck, he turns away from me, and then gently, rhythmically begins rubbing his entire back and butt up against my chest and stomach. My hard cock is now in the crack between his melon-like cheeks, and he is moving his entire body so that his ass mounds are jacking my hard prick. (Now I am the one who moans loudly! And the moan surprises even me- I don't really realize I'm doing it, but the guy's plump cheek-mounds feel SOOO fine as they gently sqeeze my swollen prong.) "Pretty BOY", I whisper softly in his ear, as my left hand explores his chest and my right jacks more insistantly on his leaking cock. My hand tweaks and then more firmly squeezes a nipple, and again he moans loudly. His body bucks a bit and he uses his ass to jack my cock more intensely. As his breathing increases, I jack harder and more hungrily on the hard sickle-dick. He groans loudly and with a long, low intensity and I feel his prick spasm in my hand and his body buck against mine. As his orgasm subsides, he turns to me. "Thanks" he whispers. He kisses me lightly, and then he is gone. I return to the porno lounge and bring myself off within seconds, my hot cum splattering across my abs and chest as several patrons watch appreciatively.