Dude's been by a couple of times. Gave me a look-over the first time. A smile and a nod the second. This time I'm all in for a shy grin and a muted " 'sup?" I'm trying to make an imprint of my back on the wall just outside the open door of my room in this not-very-happening-tonight Atlanta bathhouse. He stops and sizes up me, the open room, his chances? I'm hopin' they all look pretty good.
"Hey." Smiles.
Shit, this looks ok. "What's up?" full voice.
"Oh... just enjoying watching you hang out here."
"Yeah, well... yeah I'm just hangin' out." Smile and keep this open. I need all my defenses DOWN.
A few wordless seconds. Two minds on the same track?
"I like your titties."
"Yeah?" Silly laugh. Embarrassed. Look down a little, avoid too much eye contact. "Glad you do."
"Here." He reaches out and handles a full ripe right nipple. Plays with it a little. Lays off. Smiles big. Oh fuck, his smile. He's testing the landscape to see where he stands. "Those are some awesome nipples." Just keep smilin' and let him know he's hitting.
"You don't have to stop." Grinning kinda playful and evil. My own guard is coming down fast now.
So he gives right nip a feisty harder tug. Yep, a little bit of a kick in that one. "Heheh, shiiiit. Oh fuck." (That's me.)
"Yeah? That's ok? Do you pump them?"
Cuter than hell. Slender, shortish. A little sexy softness in the tits and yeah just a little in his belly. A little effeminate, yeah, but I dunno, a little bit of an air of authority. A school teacher? Drama class? Well, maybe more like a remedial math class. I'm thinking he could keep a class of asshole 14-year-old boys in line. Is he older or younger than me? Hard to tell. He's wrapped in a towel around his waist with what's becoming a substantial bulge poking the terry out. Small guy. Big dick?
"Yeah, I do pump 'em."
He smiles smooth and getting bolder. "You have a really damn fine, big body." God, he's layin' all this bullshit on me and I'm eatin' it up. If he's tryin' to get me going it's working. Looks like this one's home. All I want to do is be all open and compliant. And unassertive and sweet and southern boy. Like I'm up for whatever daddy is. Which I am, because I'm liking this guy.
"Thank you!" I'm my usual clumsy tongue-tied self so I just keep it simple. But he's looking in my eyes, so now I'm looking straight in his. He's sexy as hell.
We're almost belly to belly, his face five inches below mine, looking up. "I bet you're pretty popular here tonight. Do you live here in Atlanta?"
Now I laugh a genuine hearty laugh. "Hell, I haven't been able to hit for shit tonight." Can't get anything... so far." The ice is broken for me now. I feel safe. I feel at home. "Yeah, lived here most of my life."
We're not saying anything, just looking into each other's face. Seconds pass. His face comes up, so mine goes down to meet. Our lips brush lightly, so lightly, and it's a little like a Tesla coil. Break. Again with a little more pressure. He pulls on both nips now and twists a little bit. I feel it in my cunt and moan. My hand goes down to rub that impressive bulge. He laughs and opens the towel in the front and I get a handful of hard thick dick meat. He leans the naked hard thick wad against my body. I'm wearing only faggy little tight purple briefs that I hope make my ass look good, I mean real good. My stance deliberately widens.
"Is this your room?" says he.
Hell yeah it's my room. Wish you'd push me in. "Yeah, you uh... wanna come in?" And damn if he's not already pushing me in and closing the door. No force, Sweet, gentle, but I know he's ready to take charge.
We stand and kiss. Light. Then deeper. He sets the pace and I follow. Shit, this guy knows how to kiss. We're on the same wavelength, he pushing his tongue into me, me letting it fill me. He's discarded his towel. I'm still in my faggy purple briefs. Seems a little backward; I'd rather be nekkid with him still clothed, but it is what it is. Be nice if he would strip me, but as an act of submission I sit on the bed and take off my little panties myself, and that feels fine. While seated I get a good look at the dick I'm pretty sure I'm gonna get and feel my sleaze index rising. Damn rude-looking tool, thick and just the right length for comfort with a big ol' fleshy well-padded head. Fuck, I'm almost cummin' already. I look up at him, all submissive and vulnerable. He looks down at me. We're nothin' but smiles, his of the predator, mine of the prey. And we're both completely invested in this thing.
"Lie back" as he tosses me backward on the bed. Now I'm glad I paid extra for the large room with double bed. My legs spraddle as I fall back.
He's lying beside me propped up on his left elbow, me on my back, legs apart. His right hand plays my frontside - my pecs-nips-belly-groin. He doesn't neglect my hard little dick and my balls, gives 'em a light rubdown. His face comes down to mine for soft teasing kissing in between brief idle conversational banter, mostly his; I'm a quiet guy if you haven't already figured that out. What's your name, what do you do, etc. Blah, blah, blah. Hey, he's actually an elementary school principal; I was close. His hand wanders beyond my balls and rubs that area before you get to my hole that nobody has ever come up with a good name for, and for a few seconds I'm like a nuclear reactor near meltdown. My legs instinctively go wider. Me, I'm just rhythmically squeezing his hard dick meat, shaft and head. Feels like it's about to explode.
