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…

My Promiscuous Life (2)

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Chapter 12: Baseball Handsome Guy“Ding Dong”“Hi, is Andy home?”That morning, both my roommates had gone out, and I was alone at home reading a book when Kenji suddenly appeared at the door. Kenji is Andy’s friend, a handsome Japanese-American guy. He often comes over to hang out with Andy. With his refined features and height just over 1.7 meters, it’s hard to believe he’s the same age as me.Kenji stood at the door holding a lunchbox, wearing a baseball uniform, red knee-high socks, and gray-white sneakers. His uniform fit perfectly, accentuating his physique.Looking at the attractive young man in front of me, my cock instantly hardened.Since I was home alone with nothing to do, I was shirtless, wearing only shorts. Luckily, my underwear kept my cock tightly wrapped, so even though it got hard, it probably wasn’t too obvious. “He just went out. What’s up?”“Oh, I made some xxx and wanted to bring some for him to try.” He said a word that sounded Japanese, probably the name of the food in his hands. Not knowing Japanese, I was confused.Seeing my reaction, he continued explaining on his own, “Have you tried xxx? You should try it sometime—it’s delicious and easy to make! You just…” He kept rambling about his family’s secret recipe, but I was only half-listening, my mind filled with fantasies of the handsome guy lying naked on my bed, legs lifted as I thrust into him.“Well, since he’s not here, could you pass this to him for me?” He handed me the lunchbox.Driven by lust, I grew bolder. After thinking for a moment, I said, “If you’re free, why not come in and wait for him?” “Um… okay. Sorry, I came straight after playing baseball, so I smell like sweat.” He walked in, looking a bit embarrassed.“Haha, no problem. Andy runs around sweating after practice every day—I’m used to it.”We sat down on the living room sofa as we talked. Kenji is a regular at the house, but we weren’t that close. Besides occasional small talk, he mostly played games or practiced guitar with Andy. We chatted casually on the sofa. I learned he and Andy were classmates in the same major and bonded over baseball.Andy is a straight guy who brings girls home to stay over every now and then, but my gut told me Kenji wasn’t so straight—especially from the way he kept stealing glances at my bare chest.Like a kid, freshman Kenji got excited talking about his favorite topics. I steered the conversation toward relationships and sex, which was easy—college guys are like birds out of a cage, getting thrilled by anything sexual and showing no restraint around peers. “So how’s your freshman year going so far? Joined any clubs or fraternities?”“I’m in the xx fraternity. It’s a pre-med professional fraternity.” Besides mainstream fraternities, there are many themed ones—Black, Asian-Pacific, etc. Kenji’s is one of them, mainly for undergrads aiming for med school. Looks like Kenji plans to study medicine.“Is your fraternity like Nathan’s? They throw mixers all the time and never lack girls to sleep with.” Nathan had run into Kenji a few times when coming over to fuck, so they knew each other.“Ours is different. Pre-med guys spend all day in the library, haha.” Pre-med refers to undergrads in majors like Kenji’s, preparing for med school.“Sounds boring, haha. Do you have a girlfriend? Or boyfriend?” I deliberately winked when saying “boyfriend” and smirked at him.“No. My family is really strict—they wouldn’t let me date in high school, saying girls would distract me. They wanted me to focus on studying and playing music to get scholarships.” He casually dodged the question, confirming he wasn’t entirely straight. But I needed to be more direct. “Hey, I’m familiar with that kind of family. Mine was the same. But once you’re in college, they can’t control you anymore—you’re free.” I smiled at him and subconsciously adjusted my cock in my underwear. He clearly noticed and blushed.“Haha, what about you? Are you seeing anyone?”“You know I’m gay, right? You’ve met Nathan.”“Yeah, is Nathan your boyfriend?”“No, we’re just fuck buddies. I’m still single.”“Oh, how did you two meet?” He seemed uncomfortable with the concept of fuck buddies but continued awkwardly.“Gym.”“Really? People actually hook up at the gym? I thought that only happened in porn.”“It’s all about opportunity.” I stared into his eyes while slowly inching closer. We were now sitting shoulder to shoulder. His faint scent of sweat drifted toward me, and the warmth of his body radiated onto my bare shoulders, making my cock stir again.He stared back blankly. Sensing the moment was right, I closed my eyes and leaned in for a kiss. This was the first time I’d been so bold. My heart raced—partly from the excitement of possible sex, partly from nerves. I was confident, but what if he wasn’t into guys?In an instant, my lips met his soft ones. I kissed him tentatively and was delighted to find he didn’t pull away—instead, he responded.With his approval, I pushed further. My tongue entered his warm mouth while my hands gripped his slim waist through his uniform. I could feel his body tense. Unlike my ex or experienced fuck buddies, this shy guy made me feel a strong possessiveness—I wanted to pin him to the bed. “Want to go to my room?” I whispered in his ear, one hand still on his waist, not giving him a chance to refuse. He nodded slightly. I quickly adjusted my swollen cock in my underwear, winked at him mischievously, and led him to my room.As soon as we entered, I pushed him onto the bed, climbed on top, and kissed him hard. One hand pulled his shirt out of his pants and slipped underneath. Beneath his slim frame was a surprisingly toned body. I ran my hand up his abs and easily found his already erect nipples.While playing with his nipples, I greedily explored his mouth with my tongue. I was fully in control, like a horny dog desperate to claim him. Just imagining my hot cock shooting inside his ass made me leak.Underneath me, Kenji couldn’t help but moan, his body trembling with excitement.After toying with his nipples, my hand moved down his stomach, roughly undoing his belt and yanking his baseball pants down. Before me was a pair of white athletic jockstraps, the pouch lifted by a cup, beneath which his hard cock strained. I’d heard some baseball and football players wear jockstraps with cups for protection, but this was my first time seeing it. The handsome guy lay before me, shirt off, his athletic body showing lean muscle, six-pack faintly visible, a 15cm cock pulled out from the side of his underwear, standing erect and begging for attention.The jockstrap straps split around his balls, and I could vaguely see his ass beneath.Below were red baseball socks hugging his firm calves. The sight made my uniform fetish go wild. I leaned down to suck his cock, but he stopped me. “Can I take a shower first? I’m all sweaty and smelly.”Though I wanted to fuck him right then, I nodded, took him to the bathroom, and handed him a towel. “The thing by the tub is sterilized—you can use it.” I pointed to an enema bulb in the corner of the tub and smiled.The moment he realized what I meant, his face flushed bright red—adorable. I closed the bathroom door, went back to my room, stripped naked on the bed, and started stroking my aching cock, imagining him moaning beneath me. A while later, he came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel, wet hair falling over his forehead. I slowly scanned his tempting body—his slightly defined pecs and faint abs flexed with movement. My cock stood straight up, leaking uncontrollably.I beckoned him over. He shyly dropped the towel, revealing his already erect cock. No matter how embarrassed, a man’s body doesn’t lie.The moment he lay beside me, I eagerly rolled on top of him, giving him a deep kiss. My tongue explored his mouth possessively. My other hand slid down and found his hole.His ass was still slightly wet. I gently massaged the entrance with one finger, occasionally pushing in a bit. But he was really tight—I could barely get in. As soon as my finger entered, he let out a soft moan.I stopped and looked at him, seeing nervousness and anticipation. “You okay?” I asked softly.He nodded. “Go slow, okay? I’ve never been…” I raised an eyebrow. I’d sensed he wasn’t very experienced, but didn’t expect this to be his first time getting fucked. In the past six months I’d fucked quite a few guys, mostly experienced, but facing this virgin made me nervous. I knew a first time is important—if I rushed and hurt him, it could leave a psychological scar.I applied plenty of lube to my fingers and patiently stretched his hole. Watching the shy guy and his shamelessly hard cock, my own cock throbbed painfully, eager to explore inside him.Soon his pink hole was taking three fingers, slowly relaxing with gentle thrusting. My fingers brushed his inner walls, occasionally pressing his prostate. His cute cock twitched in response, precum dripping from the slit onto his flat stomach.His eyes, slightly dazed, locked onto mine. One hand grabbed my hot cock and started stroking it slowly. “Ready?” My cock grew even more restless at his touch. Feeling he’d relaxed, I looked at him and asked softly.“Mm…” He nodded.With his permission, I eagerly lifted his legs, aimed my head at his hole, and slowly pushed in. To avoid hurting him, I paused often to let him adjust. “Try to relax—push out like you’re going to the bathroom,” I said while stroking his cock, sharing tips.He seemed unused to such blunt language and blushed deeply but obediently followed. My cock felt much less resistance.In just a few minutes, my entire cock was buried inside his ass.“Oh, Kenji, your ass is so hot and tight.”“Ah… your cock… feels so full…” Kenji gradually adjusted to the intrusion, his hole relaxing more as he began to enjoy it. Sensing the change, I sped up my thrusts, pounding deeper.My patience paid off—despite my increasingly rough fucking, he seemed to enjoy it. His cute cock stayed hard, bouncing with each thrust, precum coating his stomach in a shiny mess.“Kenji, you look like you’re enjoying this,” I smirked, thrusting deep.“Ah… it feels really good when you fuck me,” he said, holding his own legs, eyes hazy as he looked at me.“Fuck… you’re so hot.” I kept thrusting, one hand stroking his cock. His lean body looked especially small beneath me, muscles taut with excitement, pink nipples standing erect.His helpless yet pleasured expression fueled my lust, making me fuck faster. Having found his G-spot earlier, I deliberately rubbed it with each thrust. His walls tightened around me—I knew he was close to cumming. I stopped holding back, thrusting hard, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in.He was caught off guard by the sudden pace and moaned uncontrollably. Thick cum shot from his cock, the first spurt landing on his face, the rest on his chest. His clenching ass pushed me over the edge too—I unloaded days of cum deep inside him. “Whew… that was amazing.” Spent, I collapsed on top of him. His fresh cum smeared between us, but I didn’t care—I just wanted to hold him and savor the moment.After a while, my cock softened and slipped out, followed by a trickle of cum from his hole. The room was filled with the musky scent of sweat and sex.“How was your first time?” I whispered in his ear.“Really good. I was worried it would hurt, but it didn’t at all—the stretching felt amazing.” Now that the shyness had passed, Kenji reverted to his talkative self and started describing everything in detail.“As long as there’s enough foreplay, it won’t hurt.”“Is it like this when you have sex with Nathan too?”Hearing the random question, I chuckled.“Yeah, we’re both guys too—only one hole to fuck, so of course it’s the same.”“I mean, when you two do it, do you always top him?” “Oh, not really—we switch. We both like topping and bottoming.”“I see. I thought you were a total top.”“Guess I disappointed you? Sorry about that,” I joked.“That’s not what I meant! It’s just… when you fucked me earlier, you seemed so aggressive, not like someone who likes getting fucked…” He explained, a little less nervous.Only then did I realize how inexperienced he really was in this area. Looks like the task of exploring this young guy falls on my shoulders…“So you really were a virgin?”“I’ve had sex with girls a few times, but you’re my first guy…”“Ah, so you’re bi?”“Probably. I only recently realized I’m into guys, and a big part of that is because of you and Nathan.”“Hehe, glad I could help you figure that out.” We lay together talking for a long time. Kenji told me how he found out from Andy that Nathan was my fuck buddy, and how he’d fantasized about us countless times while jerking off at night. Listening to him, my cock slowly started to rise again…

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