Bathhouse Twins

I needed to get my rocks off, plain and simple. At 33 years of age, 6' tall, 160#, with blond hair, blue eyes, a well-toned, smooth body, and a 7" cock, you would think it wouldn't be too difficult, but I find myself jerking off by myself far more often than I'd like to be. If I had the time to spend in bars I might meet someone more often, but I'm so busy with work that I have to content myself with the occasional computer contact and a not-so-occasional quick whank in a movie theater or bathroom.

The night I'm writing about was one of those days when I needed it bad but didn't have the time to go hunting for, so after getting home from work and deciding I didn't want to be there, I hopped a cab uptown to the baths where I have a membership. I was glad there wasn't a wait or I'd have raped someone in the hallway (similar things have happened there already). As soon as I was in my cubicle, I stripped down till I was wearing just my jock and decided to take a look around the place.

There were the usual assortment of losers and trolls and twinkies, a couple of studs, but nothing really interesting. I figured it was still early yet so after a quick shower (my body looks better wet), I headed back to my roomette and laid down, keeping the door open so I could check out the passersby. Watching that parade is always fun: there are the guys who think they're better than you who just walk past without really looking (and sometimes it's warranted, but most of the time it isn't). There are the guys who look in and almost drool that I'd never make it with but who make me proud of the effort I put into my physique. There are the old guys, especially one who crawls around on his hands and knees in a dog collar (he looks like a pit-bull-raisin). And every now and then there are the special ones, and that's what I was looking for tonight.

I'm glad I didn't have to wait too long, because my balls were really at the boiling point. As I was looking out the door, these two guys come by. They looked so much alike they could have been twins (it turned out they were). They were both in their early twenties, both about 6' tall, both about 155#, both with good definitions, and both wearing equally bulging towels. As soon as I saw them, I knew I wanted them. Both of them. At the same time.

They stopped the first time they passed (the one behind almost knocking the one in front over), and looked in, looked at each other and then kept going. Fine, I thought, I'll play your game. I figured they'd be passing once again, so I rubbed my crotch a bit until my dick was good and hard in my jock, and then I positioned it so it was real obvious.

Sure enough they came back, and this time they didn't walk away. I reached down and rubbed my cock in my jock and the second guy started playing with himself under his towel. I waved for them to come in. The one in front stuck his head in the door and asked which one. I said, "Why don't both of you come in?" They did.

The door was shut and their towels were on the floor quick as a wink. They had identical dicks, too, uncut, average size, and for the first time I noticed they both had identical "treasure trails" of fine little hairs from their navels to their crotches. Neat shit.

We were soon a writhing mass of hands, tongues and dicks, and I lost track of who was doing what (which was exactly the feeling I wanted), and my jock soon joined the towels on the floor. It felt good. Real good. The first one (Bill was his name), asked me if I'd fuck him. I said sure (who wouldn't?) and groped around for the lube and the rubbers they give you when you check in. The second one (Brian), looked a little lost, but then I had a great inspiration: would he like to fuck me while I was fucking Bill? He sure as hell did.

It took us a minute or two to get the rubbers on and assume our positions. I lowered myself into Bill's ass slowly, teasing the rim of his hole with the tip of my cock, then sticking in it, one hard inch at a time. He took it like a pro, and my root was soon buried to the hilt up his tight, hot ass. Then I shifted a little and Brian started shoving his cock up my ass. He started gently until I told him I needed it rough, and then in one thrust shoved his entire cock right up my ass.

Christ, did that hurt! I loved it, and with the momentum from his thrust, I was fucking Bill. In that combination, in that position, there was no way to do it long and slow, so I didn't even try. I went for fast and furious instead, and we were all have a grand ole time fucking the daylights out of each other. We were really making a racket - one guy someplace shouted, "Ride 'em cowboy!" - but I didn't care.

As much as I wanted a long slow fuck, the pace was too much and I found myself ready to come long before I wanted to. I told them both I was going to shoot off - Brian said he was too. I suggested we do it at the same time - Brian agreed. We went for it.

It was a fucking earthshattering orgasm. I could feel Brian blowing his wad into the rubber up my ass - that sudden warm feeling - and I dumped my load at the same time. I was moaning and groaning really loud and felt great.

When we all got untangled from each other, I had intended to get Bill off, but as soon as he got up, I saw that he'd shot off just from the friction of his cock against the mattress. I guess he had a good time too.

We talked a little bit (that's when I found out their names and the fact that they were twins, sharing a vacation from someplace or another), and then I went my way and they went theirs. That scene was enough to keep me sane for another week!

written by brooklyn

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