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Chapter 7: Getting Fucked Hard by Nathan at the Party“Hey, dude, any plans today?”It hadn’t been many days since the big fight with Nathan at the gym when he suddenly texted me.“Nothing but homework. What’s up?”“There’s a party tonight, wanna go?”“An orgy party? Of course!”“What the hell are you thinking? It’s just me and a few bros from the fraternity. You’re new and don’t know many people yet, right? I’ll take you to meet some folks.”“Alright.” Every Friday, all kinds of parties popped up around campus like mushrooms after rain. Looks like my orgy dream was going to fall through. Though I’d never been to one, I’d heard a bit about them. Fraternity parties like this were usually just excuses to pick up girls and take them home to fuck.A room full of drunk straight guys and girls really didn’t appeal to me much.I was about to refuse, but since it was Nathan inviting, I agreed. Worst case, I could hook up with him again, maybe even get another round in at night. “By the way, remember to come prepared this time, hehe,” he said with a lewd grin.Ha, looks like there really was action tonight! May in California was already starting to feel like summer. I dawdled at home getting everything ready and didn’t head out until almost 8.The party was at Nathan’s place, not too far from mine. I wore a pair of khaki shorts with my favorite white thong underneath. The shorts were a slim fit, hugging the ass that the thong lifted up, making it especially eye-catching. Other than that, I kept it casual—a pink button-down shirt, sneakers, and white no-show socks, since I didn’t want to stand out too much among a bunch of straight guys. As I got close, I texted Nathan, secretly hoping he’d come out to meet me. No matter how much I tried not to care, coming to this kind of place for the first time actually made me pretty nervous. Plus, I’m not exactly the outgoing, social type, so I really didn’t want to do anything stupid and draw attention.Soon I arrived at his house.It was a two-story building that looked like it had seen better days. Guys and girls were streaming in from both sides of the street, all dressed up. I couldn’t help but smile to myself—straight people’s mating rituals were so elaborate, while we gays were much simpler. No need for flashy clothes; just send a dick pic on the app and someone would be at your door to suck you off in under twenty minutes. Thinking that, I was glad to be gay. Nathan was standing at the door chatting animatedly with two other people.His blond hair was still as eye-catching as ever. I walked up a couple steps and greeted him loudly. When he turned and saw me, a big exaggerated smile spread across his face and he waved me over.“This is Sean, a friend I met at the gym the other day. Sean, this is Rebecca, an OG from the xx sorority and one of our VIPs tonight. And this is Marcus, one of our fraternity brothers and my good buddy.”After a quick round of introductions, Nathan dragged me inside.“Marcus has been trying to sleep with Rebecca for a while and hasn’t gotten anywhere. One of my goals tonight is to help him score with that chick.”“Ha, why do you suddenly sound like a sleazy straight dude?” I was still not used to their bro talk; it always felt kinda dumb.“Haha, when in Rome. Everyone here’s like this. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it soon.”“First time at one of these parties, right? We usually charge five bucks at the door to cover drinks and stuff. But you’re in luck tonight—who told you to be so ‘hard’ with one of the organizers,” he said, deliberately emphasizing the word “hard” with his signature smirk.“Ha, I saved a bit of money, but who knows what price I’ll have to pay later,” I teased back.“Hey, you know how many people would kill to pay that price?” We walked into the living room while joking around.The living room had plenty of space—clearly a lot of furniture had been moved out to make room for the party. A 55-inch TV and speakers were blasting deafening pop music at everyone’s ears. About twenty people were scattered around in small groups, chatting and laughing.After introducing me to a few more people, Nathan wandered off. With the alcohol kicking in, I started to relax too, chatting with some girls I’d just met about random stuff and occasionally playing a couple rounds of beerpong (a party game where you stand at one end of a ping-pong table and throw ping-pong balls into cups full of beer on the other end—if you make it, the other side drinks the cup).The booze at undergrad parties was cheap but strong.Plus, this was only my second time drinking, so the buzz hit me fast. I made an excuse and went to sit down and rest. “Dude, how’s it going? Having fun?” I didn’t notice when Nathan sat down next to me and asked loudly. I turned my head drunkenly, smiled at him, and nodded. I stared blankly into his light blue eyes; the noisy voices and music around the party seemed to fade. For a moment, it felt like this guy in front of me was the one I was destined to be with.After who knows how long of staring at each other, he suddenly closed his eyes and leaned in slowly. I met his invitation, parted my lips, and kissed the gorgeous guy in front of me. His tongue explored my mouth back and forth while my hands gripped his waist, savoring the deep kiss.We both seemed to forget we were in the middle of a loud party surrounded by people. His hand slid down toward my lower belly, and I was already rock hard, my cock trapped painfully in my underwear. “Hey! You two should go get a room!” Marcus shouted teasingly, instantly setting off cheers from the crowd around us.“Did you come prepared today?” he asked huskily in my ear.“Of course.”“Come with me.”With that, he grabbed my hand, stood up, and led me upstairs. There were three bedrooms on the second floor; one was probably his. He pulled me straight inside and locked the door behind us. We didn’t waste a second. Fueled by alcohol, we frantically stripped each other naked. Our hard cocks rubbed against each other, leaving sticky precum on our bodies, while his hands immediately went for my ass, kneading it hard.“Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this sexy ass all night. I’m gonna make you feel my cock real good.”“Ah, I’ve been waiting forever—shove it in my slutty hole!”“Lie on the bed. I want to see your face when I enter you.” He gently pushed me onto the bed. I lifted my legs, exposing my hungry, needy hole right in front of him. “Damn, this hole looks so pretty—pink, smooth, and hairless,” he muttered, kneeling down and burying his face between my cheeks, licking and tongue-fucking my hole. Getting my ass eaten was always my weak spot; I couldn’t help moaning. Thankfully the music downstairs was loud, otherwise the whole second floor might have heard our live porn.“Ah, you’re licking my slutty hole so good… I want more… Please fuck me hard with that big cock,” I moaned incoherently.“Fuck, you’re such a little slut. Get ready to take Daddy’s cock then.”He stood up, grabbed some lube from the nightstand, slicked up his cock, and slowly pushed the head inside. Even though his cock was only about 16 cm, it was pretty thick. Even with the alcohol numbing me, I could feel my ass stretching like it was about to tear. I quickly grabbed his hips to signal him to slow down. He paused, leaving just the head inside so I could adjust. I looked up at his handsome face and sexy body, trying to relax my hole.Anyone who’s been fucked knows the first ring of muscle is the tightest and usually hurts the most at entry. Once that part adjusts, the pleasure starts flooding in. It didn’t take long before I adapted to his thick cock. I nodded at him to keep going.A lot of the time, half the pleasure of bottoming for me is physical and half is mental. This drunk guy still had enough self-control to stop halfway in and give his partner time to adjust—that made me feel a deep sense of trust. That trust helped me relax even more, making the sex that followed even hotter.My hole gradually loosened under his thrusts and got slicker. His cockhead kept rubbing my prostate, making my own cock leak precum nonstop. “Oh… so good… fuck me harder…”“Ah, your slutty hole is so wet and hot, fuck, feels amazing.”“Ah, your big cock fills my slutty pussy so full.” The heavy bass downstairs kept pounding in my ears while the cock beneath me pistoned in and out of my ass, hitting the deepest spot every time. He fucked me to the rhythm of the music, his right hand stroking my burning-hot cock like a game controller. “Ah, little slut, where do you want Daddy to cum?”“Cum inside my pussy—fill my slutty hole with your load!”“Ah! Gonna cum! Take it all, my cum dumpster! Ah!”With his loud moan, I felt his big cock pulsing inside me. The intense stimulation pushed me over the edge too, shooting rope after rope into his hand. The long orgasm finally faded after what felt like forever. After a passionate deep kiss, he slowly pulled his softening cock out.“Keep my cum inside, okay? I like a hole stuffed with cum.” He looked at my freshly fucked hole and smirked.“Of course!” The thought of walking around downstairs later with Nathan’s load inside me felt incredibly hot… After a quick cleanup, we got dressed and headed back downstairs. The music and games were still going. Marcus looked up, saw us coming down, and gave us a knowing smirk.Nathan flipped him the middle finger in response. “I thought you were DL?” I teased.“My friends all know. I just don’t want to put my photos online for everyone to see. Every time I post one I get all kinds of weirdos.”What a narcissistic guy. Though he had every reason to be. I just laughed twice in reply.“Yo, Sean! Come over here, we’re about to play a game—join us!”The games and drinking in the living room were still going strong, and I happily joined in. Nathan turned to another group of guys and started drinking with them. When you’re tipsy, time perception gets fuzzy. Before I knew it, it was late and the crowd had thinned out. People left in small groups. Soon the living room was just a mess.Just as I was about to leave, Nathan grabbed me and whispered, “Stay tonight. I’ve still got a present for you.” He took my hand and guided it to his crotch—his cock was hard again. I had no reason to refuse and happily agreed.After the last guests left, only the two of us, Marcus, and Rebecca remained. Marcus had his arm around her, said goodnight to us, and led a slightly drunk Rebecca upstairs. “Looks like Marcus is getting what he wanted tonight.”“Duh. My ‘wingman extraordinaire’ title isn’t for nothing. Hey, if you ever have your eye on someone and want to score, just come to me—I’ll make sure you get them.”“Oh? Then teach me how to land this little slut named Nathan.”“Ha, that’s easy. Come with me to my room and I’ll ‘teach’ you properly.” He grabbed my ass with one hand and led me back to his room. “Hey, how about we do it in the kitchen this time?”“Won’t your roommate see?” “It’s fine, Marcus is probably busy right now. The other two aren’t coming back tonight either.”“Sounds good.”We turned and headed to the kitchen. The counter had only been half-cleaned and was still a mess. He moved the cups and bottles aside to clear a space.I quickly stripped off my shirt and shorts and hopped up onto the counter. He grabbed my ankles, laid me back, lifted my legs onto his shoulders, and started fingering my hole that was still exposed by the thong. My freshly fucked ass hadn’t recovered yet—his fingers were sucked right in the moment they touched the entrance.“Your slutty hole can’t wait again, huh?”“Still so wet inside—missing it already?” He pointed at his raging hard cock.“While I was playing games earlier I kept thinking about the cum in my ass, hoping a big cock would come stir it up and pump in even more!” “Good boy, Daddy loves little sluts like you!” With that, he thrust forward and buried his entire cock in my hole without resistance.I lay on the cold kitchen counter, feet in socks resting on his shoulders, taking his rough pounding. My own cock bounced with every thrust, clear precum leaking steadily from the tip. Unlike the earlier round, everything was quiet now, so we kept our moans low, afraid of waking his roommate. “Oh… Sean… your slutty hole feels so good…”“Fuck me… Nathan… fuck me…”“Squish… squish…” The wet sounds of his cock stirring the mixture of precum, cum, and my juices echoed loudly in the silent darkness.“Sean, wrap your arms around my neck,” he said, grabbing my thighs and pulling me toward him, then wrapping his arms around my lower back. I obediently looped my arms behind his neck. He lifted me into the air and carried me from the kitchen into the living room.This was my first time getting fucked while being carried! Even though I didn’t have big muscles and weighed over 60 kg, he lifted me like it was nothing!Without the counter’s support, most of my weight shifted to where we were joined. His cock seemed to reach deeper than ever. My body bounced with every step while my aching-hard cock rubbed against his abs, sending waves of pleasure through me.He finally reached the living room, laid me on the couch, folded my legs, and kept pounding. “Ah… so good… Sean… fuck…”“Sean… I’m gonna cum… ah…” Still gripping my thighs, he drove deep and unloaded another load inside me.“Ah… creampied my slutty pussy again…” The sensation triggered another orgasm and I shot all over my own chest…After the high faded and the alcohol hit again, we shared a deep kiss and passed out on the couch… Luckily I woke up in the middle of the night to him thrusting into me again. “We should go back to the bedroom, or Marcus might see us later,” he whispered while still fucking my cum-filled hole. So we grabbed our clothes from the kitchen floor and hurried back to the bedroom to continue the night…

My Promiscuous Life (7)

Chapter 2: First Exploration of the BathhouseAfter that, I hooked up with the Latin stud a few more times, but almost every time I was the one fucking him. Getting fucked by him felt great, but the swelling in my ass for days afterward was no fun at all. Besides, his ass was truly top-tier. Thinking back now, he probably awakened the part of me that enjoys being the bottom.But as school started, life got busier, and our contact gradually faded. Of course, I also met several bottom fuck buddies, and my hole stayed busy too—just none of them were as big as he was.The school I attend is a well-known comprehensive university in Northern California. There are quite a few Chinese international students, but not many gay guys. The few of us quickly became friends. One of them and I got especially close because we shared similar interests. For now, let’s call him Little A.Because the Chinese gay scene at school was so small, everyone tacitly maintained a purely platonic friendship—things get messy fast if relationships get too tangled. No one in a foreign country wants unnecessary drama from fleeting desires. But maybe like attracts like—Little A and I were both pretty open-minded and didn’t mind sharing our hook-up stories with close friends, so we gradually became good buddies. That day, right after finishing a quiz, and with endless homework and club activities on top of exam prep, I hadn’t hooked up in nearly two weeks. Then Little A messaged me on WeChat asking if I’d ever been to Steam Works. Steam Works is a famous gay bathhouse in Berkeley. I’d heard about it from a fuck buddy but had never gone.Back in China I’d heard plenty about bathhouses and knew many people there don’t use condoms—it’s pretty risky.Slutty as I am, I still kept my distance from HIV, so I’d never visited one. When he heard I hadn’t been, Little A excitedly said he hadn’t either and asked if I wanted to check it out. Honestly, I was curious, but I’d never even been to a bar, so places like that still made me a bit nervous. Little A seemed determined to go and kept persuading me. After thinking it over, I figured I could just look around— I wouldn’t accept drinks from strangers or let anyone fuck me bareback, so there wasn’t much to worry about. So I agreed. A little after 9 p.m., with Little A urging me nonstop, I jumped into his car, feeling both anxious and excited about my first gay bathhouse experience.The bathhouse wasn’t far from where we lived—just a short drive.By 10 p.m. the parking lot was already nearly full. Looked like there’d be plenty to see tonight. On the way I’d done my homework on their website. The place is members-only; you need to show ID to join (in the U.S., sex with minors is a serious felony). Luckily I’d just gotten my driver’s license, so I could use that instead of bringing my passport—awkward as hell.Alcohol and drugs are also banned inside, which made the place seem pretty well-managed, so I felt more at ease.We parked, walked around to the front entrance. It was a medium-sized two-story building with no flashy signs. Only a neon light beside a glass door just wide enough for one person hinted that this was a place for pleasure.Inside was a narrow staircase leading to the second floor, ending at the front desk. About five or six guys were already in line. I glanced around—they all looked pretty decent. But feeling nervous and figuring it was rude to stare in a place like this, I quickly looked away and chatted with Little A about nothing in particular.Soon only one person was left in front of us. I finally had a chance to examine the front desk properly. It was behind a glass partition with an opening at the bottom for handing over ID and credit cards—similar to a bank teller window.Behind the glass were two young guys, one around 20 and the other maybe 30. They chatted with customers while working quickly—checking IDs, storing valuables, inspecting bags—all moving smoothly like clockwork. Clearly these two were regulars.They finished the paperwork, handed the guy a towel and a key, pressed a button, and he walked through the electronic door that opened beside them. Our turn next.People can rent either a locker in the changing room or one of several different-sized rooms. The larger rooms have TVs and the option to add a sling. Since we weren’t planning on any serious action, we went for the cheapest lockers.I handed the guy my ID. He raised an eyebrow, clearly noticing I was only 18. He smiled and said, “If you have a student ID, the membership fee is waived.” I hesitated, then pulled out my student ID. Why not save over $50?He took my ID and student card, typed on the computer for a bit, then gave me a blue card with “Steam Works” in gold letters.I looked at the membership card—pretty cool!Everything went smoothly after that. Holding my towel and key, I walked through the bathhouse’s metal door. The changing room was right inside. Several men wrapped in towels or completely naked were walking around. As someone who grew up in the south, this was my first time in a public bathhouse, let alone a gay one. My heart raced and I tried not to look at all the swinging dicks.I quickly found my locker, slowly took off my clothes, wrapped the towel around my waist, and turned to find Little A. He was a short distance away, bent over taking off his underwear. His body looked pretty good, but since his back was to me I didn’t get to see his dick.He wrapped his towel and turned toward me.He looked at my bare upper body, let out a soft whistle, and teased, “I bet some guys are going to have a good night.” I smiled, didn’t say much, turned, and started walking deeper into the bathhouse. We passed a short corridor lined with private rooms. On the right was a medium-sized hot tub that could fit about ten people. On the left was a shower area with roughly seven or eight showerheads. A transparent glass wall separated the showers from the corridor—whatever happened inside was visible from outside.The corridor lighting was dim but still clear enough.On either side of the showers were two saunas—one small dry sauna and one slightly larger steam room. We entered the larger one and a wave of heat hit us immediately. It was very dark and thick with steam; visibility was almost zero.We slowly inched forward. Hands kept groping us from all sides. I couldn’t see who they belonged to, but I didn’t really mind—when in Rome. The sauna wasn’t huge, so we soon exited and stepped into the showers. That short walk had me sweating, so I told Little A I was going to rinse off and he could explore on his own—I’d find him later.He smiled, didn’t say much, and walked out of the shower area.I untied my towel, hung it on one of the hooks, and started showering. That’s when I noticed the guy next to me—a lean, fit guy around 20, about my height. While I was checking him out, he turned and looked me over too. As he faced me, I saw his semi-hard dick. It was a nice one—looked about the same size as mine, maybe 17 cm, straight, and swinging lightly with his movements.He must have noticed my hungry stare. He smiled, turned toward me, reached out, and grabbed my dick—only then did I realize mine was already rock hard! He leaned in, kissed me, and slowly stroked my erection with his right hand.My mind went blank. On instinct I grabbed his dick and started stroking too.He clearly enjoyed it—his tongue aggressively invaded my mouth. I soon noticed three guys watching us. Surprisingly, I didn’t mind the audience. In fact, my dick got even harder. After kissing for a while he squatted down, took my dick in his mouth, and started sucking enthusiastically.His oral skills were excellent—I couldn’t stop moaning. The onlookers got bolder and started groping my ass and abs. After he serviced me for a bit I felt myself nearing orgasm, so I quickly signaled him to stop, pulled out, and gave him another deep tongue kiss.Afterward I whispered “thanks” in his ear, then turned and walked out of the showers. Unfortunately, that’s when I realized I had no idea which towel on the row of hooks was mine. Not wanting to grab someone else’s, I walked out naked. Looking back, it’s kind of funny—I didn’t mind making out with strangers or letting unknown fuck buddies put their dicks in my ass, yet I was picky about a towel. Luckily, plenty of people were walking around naked, and I wasn’t insecure about my body or size, so I didn’t care much. Plus, being watched while getting sucked off earlier had felt pretty hot. I guess I have a bit of an exhibitionist streak.Past the showers and sauna was a maze-like narrow corridor with private rooms on both sides.Most room doors were closed, but occasionally one would be wide open—either two or more guys going at it, or a horny bottom in a jockstrap with his ass facing the open door, seemingly inviting anyone walking by to try his well-used hole.Honestly, the lewd scenes were getting me worked up. The guys fucking with doors open didn’t mind me watching either—several even waved me in. The crowd was diverse—mostly average guys, neither overweight nor ridiculously lean. Occasionally you’d see bears or muscular studs.I don’t have big muscles, but my visible abs and firm pecs are pretty decent. Free condoms were available everywhere along the corridor. I grabbed one just in case.Still, I noticed no one inside was using condoms, which only strengthened my resolve not to have sex tonight. Further in on the right was a medium-sized gym with benches, squats, and other equipment—all fully stocked but completely empty. After all, everyone came here for dick and ass, not workouts.Crossing the gym led to a dark room. I couldn’t see anything at first, but I could hear moans coming from all directions—clearly cum was flying everywhere.I paused to let my eyes adjust. Gradually shapes became visible.To my right was a leather sling. A guy lay in it getting pounded hard from behind while several others watched. He had a dick in each hand and one in his mouth, looking like he was enjoying himself. I wondered how long he’d been getting fucked like that. In another corner was a saddle-shaped bench. A horny bottom was bent over it, head toward the wall, ass facing the corridor, waiting for passing big dicks to fill him. He looked about 20, very slim, with a tempting ass framed by a jockstrap. He wore blue soccer socks—one clearly had someone’s cum on it.The scene was incredibly hot. He was exactly the perfect little bottom from my fantasies. My dick instantly stood up. Unable to resist, I walked over and started squeezing his surprisingly meaty ass. Feeling someone behind him, the bottom arched his back, pushed his ass out, and started wiggling it side to side.Fuck, this was insanely hot. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed someone watching us. I lost a bit of control.“Wearing a condom doesn’t count, right?” I thought, slipped on the condom I’d grabbed earlier, and slid my dick straight into his hot hole.Fuck—he was an absolute premium piece of ass. The sensation was unlike anything I’d felt before. I started thrusting hard. All the earlier teasing had me desperate, so I showed no mercy. The bottom moaned loudly in response.His unrestrained moans drew more spectators, which only turned me on more. The bathhouse’s electronic music mixed with his moans and the crowd’s encouragement made me feel like I was losing myself. The whole world narrowed to my dick and the hot hole wrapped around it. I noticed him occasionally taking hits from a bottle of poppers (what we call rush), so I leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Can I use your poppers?”Without a word he handed the small brown bottle back to me. I took two deep hits.The rush hit fast. I felt blood rush to my head and started pounding even harder. He clearly loved the sudden intensity, moaning loudly while turning his head to beg me to fuck him harder. “Oh, oh, harder—wreck my slutty hole.”I grabbed his slim waist with one hand and the jockstrap straps with the other, pulling my dick all the way out before slamming back in. Each thrust made wet slapping sounds as his juices leaked out around my shaft.I felt countless hands rubbing my back, ass, and hole—everything just encouraged me to put on a better show. I kept fucking him for who knows how long. My dick swelled even more—I was close. Then the bottom straightened up, turned his head, and said, “Would you take the condom off and cum on my hole?”Another cumdump. I didn’t say anything—just pulled out, removed the condom, aimed my head at his hole, and started stroking fast. He reached back and spread his well-fucked cheeks, revealing a smooth, slightly swollen pink hole in a perfect O shape.As it twitched, I clearly saw a small trickle of white cum slowly leak out. The long fuck had pushed me to the edge, and the sight was too much. After a few strokes my balls tightened and thick ropes of cum sprayed onto his open hole.Two weeks of abstinence meant a lot of cum—six or seven shots before it slowed. Some of the first spurts went straight into his spread hole; the rest landed around it, with a little running down his taint into the jockstrap pouch still covering his dick.Staring at the filthy scene, I instinctively used my still-hard dick to scoop up the cum around his hole and gently pushed it inside his hungry ass. I’d thought his hole was already perfect, but feeling my bare dick inside his cum-filled ass was indescribably good!Fortunately, reason quickly returned. I pulled out, gave his perfect ass a pat, leaned forward to grab his chin for a deep tongue kiss, and whispered, “Your hole is amazing. How many loads have you taken tonight?”He smiled shyly. “Only two. Most guys who come here don’t want to cum too quickly.”Made sense—why rush all the way here just to nut and leave? I smiled softly, understanding his complaint. Another guy had already stepped up to take my place, shoving his thick cock mercilessly into the hole I’d just filled. The bottom closed his eyes again, enjoying the new sensation. I turned and carefully squeezed out of the crowd—seven or eight guys had gathered without me noticing. Several gave me teasing compliments as I passed. Honestly, it felt pretty good. After cumming, my head felt clearer.I left the corner and continued exploring deeper. Around the corner was a row of booths in the middle of the corridor with walkways on both sides. Several half-naked or fully naked men stood against the walls, greedily eyeing passersby.Many booth doors were slightly ajar, with the sounds of wood creaking and heavy breathing coming from inside—easy to imagine the lewd scenes. This short corridor ended after fewer than ten steps, opening into a platform about one person high. Walking up the steps, I realized its purpose: the railing opening was waist-height, perfect for a standing man below to reach. I brought my dick close to the opening and within seconds a warm pair of lips eagerly took me in.I enjoyed the stranger’s oral skills for a moment, then gently pulled out and continued my exploration. One end of the platform connected to another corridor lined with more private rooms.I noticed one room with its door completely open. It wasn’t small—five or six guys fit comfortably. I glanced at the sign on the wall beside the doorframe: “This room is designated for Cumunion events. During tonight’s event it is free and the door must remain unlocked.”Curious what Cumunion was, I peeked inside. Several guys were going at it. Two bottoms lay side-by-side on the bed, each getting pounded hard by muscular men. One bottom’s semi-hard dick swung back and forth with the thrusts—it looked decent-sized.The other wore black double-strap underwear and a matching leather harness running from his shoulders down to his jock, accentuating his firm chest and flat stomach.Three more guys surrounded the two bottoms, who kept turning to suck their dicks. The three tops varied—one facing the door looked about 40, with a slight belly and body hair running from chest to crotch. His pubes were short and neatly trimmed.Moans filled the room. I could even hear the wet sounds of dicks sliding in and out of the clearly well-bred holes. The filthy scene quickly got me hard again, but realizing I still hadn’t found Little A, I collected myself and left the “event-designated room.”Little did I know how many more encounters I’d have in that room in the future… The bathhouse was roughly U-shaped. I followed the other corridor back to the changing room.Though I kept looking around, I never spotted Little A—must’ve been enjoying himself somewhere. To the right of the changing room was a lounge area. Two guys wrapped in towels sat on a corner couch, each holding a sports drink, chatting and watching TV mounted on the wall.I grabbed a clean towel from the front desk, wrapped it around my waist, and sat in the other corner of the couch to rest and wait for Little A. RuPaul’s Drag Race was on. While watching the queens in their outrageous outfits, I replayed everything I’d experienced.I’d always thought I was sexually experienced, but my hook-up history was nothing compared to this place. While reminiscing about the bottom I’d fucked in the dark room, a familiar face walked into the lounge. He recognized me too, smiled, and walked straight over to sit beside me. I turned to study him—he looked about 20, white, fit with some muscle definition, and almost no body hair.I couldn’t help thinking about his smooth, hairless hole and the sight of milky cum slowly leaking out of it. My dick betrayed me and hardened again, tenting the towel around my waist.He noticed the change and smiled. “Hi, I’m Sam.”I smiled back and introduced myself. During our chat I learned he was 19 and attended a university in the neighboring city. Though the bathhouse had guys of all ages, young ones like us were rare. Maybe because we were similar in age and both students—and after our “deep” exchange earlier—we hit it off quickly.Before long Little A walked in. I introduced them, ignored his constant eyebrow wiggling, exchanged numbers with Sam, then headed to the changing room with Little A to get dressed and leave.Just then I saw Sam turn and head back into the bathhouse—looked like he’d be having more fun tonight…

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