Didn't I promise you a sex story?

I'm back but don't get used to it. Still swamped at work, which does kinda blow, but to be totally honest, this is the first time in a while that I've been really committed to work in a while, so there's a bit of the fun too. I mean, I prefer to get in a mode of working where I become obsessed with a project, that's where I find I'm my most fulfilled. Otherwise I feel pretty disconnected and have trouble focusing on my job, and the last year or so it's been like that especially. So even if the current work obsession is a little on the "forced" side (if I had my way, I wouldn't be this committed to this project, or at least not to the aspects that I have to work on), it's good to be in the thick of it.

So yeah, that explains my absence. Well, partially. The other part is that I've been avoiding you. I mean, not really, but a little bit. In the last post I promised to talk about having sex recently, which is actually a fairly rare thing for me to do, if for no other reason than the general rareness of the act itself. Plus it's gay sex, not straight sex, and hardly earth-shattering sex at that. I thought I was being bold here, but admitting being bi and actually offering up real honest to god proof are two different things in my mind, as it turns out. And what am I afraid of, that you'll judge me? Well, yeah, actually, I suppose I am.

But fuck it, here goes.

So a couple of weeks ago I decide that it's high time I get myself laid, and luckily that's an easy thing to do at a moments notice if you live in the area I live. Specifically, if you live just a few miles from a couple of bathhouses. So I took a trip to the North Hollywood Spa. Yeah, this is a bathhouse story. Very classy. Don't judge me.*

I know most of you have never been to one, mainly because so many of you are women, and sadly the lesbian bathhouse is just a lovely figment of my imagination. Anyhow, here's the skinny on how they work. Basically, the "bath" portion of bathhouse is generally the least important part. That's pretty much just a large, often unoccupied jacuzzi. It's a euphimism for "horny guys in towels cruising for other horny guys in towels" and the action generally takes place in steamrooms, saunas, or in the many tiny private rooms.

I get my room, get naked, wrap a towel around my waist and head for the steamroom, which in this place is often pretty active. Steamrooms are weird because everyone in there is there looking to hook up, but aften are shy about showing it. I go in and there's like at least five guys in there already. It's a steamroom, and fairly dark, so if you're at one end of it, it's hard to see the other end clearly, which offers a little bit of privacy. I sit down near another guy who is probably in his 40s. He starts rubbing his cock, which is the subtle bathhouse code for "let's play".

He meets my fairly non-rigorous standards of looks (basically not morbidly obese, not disgustingly hairy and 4" or greater) and so I do the Bathhouse-Acknowledgement-of-Interest manuever.

Which means I start sucking his cock. And I'm pretty happy with my time-to-nasty, which is my private term for the amount of time between when I first walk in the bathhouse to when I'm actually having sex. A low TTN means I'm sluttin' it up which is secretly thrilling.

So I'm sucking him off, we're making out some (decent kisser, needs a shave) and playing with each other's nipples. I notice that he's got excellent muscles. I notice this because he keeps encouraging me to kiss his biceps. Which is so weird. I'm jacking myself off a lot too. I don't remember if he sucked my cock, which probably means he didn't, but that doesn't matter, as I'm more of a giver. He cums after a little while, although rather quietly, which I understand because even though you're getting sucked off in a steamroom surrounded by other men, there's something oddly intimate about your orgasm that makes you not want to draw attention to yourself. It's a weird instinct, but there it is. Soon after that, he whispers to me "I want to see you shoot on my muscles."

I didn't burst out laughing, but I wanted to. And this is the thing, for other guys, that would have been a major turn-on statement, so you really can't hold it against him for saying it. But for me, it's just funny, because that's totally not why I'm having sex with him.

Anyway, despite all that, I'm pretty happy to oblige. The only downside is that my refractory period is longer than I'd like, so I'd rather not cum so soon after getting there. But I'm having fun, so why the hell not? I jerk off onto his (admittedly well-defined) abs, making more noise than he did, but still with the inexplicable steamroom mute factor. I don't understand that, since part of the fun of fooling around in the steamroom is exploring my exhibitionist side, but then again, I'm actually pretty shy, so I suppose it's not all that strange. At any rate, it felt good, especially since he was massaging my balls as I came— a very sweet gesture.

Pretty soon I have to leave because the heat is getting to me. Quick shower, then I head up to my room. I grab a cigarette and my super-cool Zippo lighter and go out onto the sundeck. One of the nice things about this (and many other California bathhouses) is that they have a nice private area to catch some sun. Since I'm an apartment dweller, laying out nude isn't something I get to experience as often as I'd like, and this is one of the first decently warm days in a really long time. It's not that warm (it's certainly been a lot hotter since) but it's enough for a few minutes.

After that, I head back to my room and took a little nap. Then I opened up my door, which is the signal for "open for business". Guys cruise up and down the halls checking in the various rooms for someone who might be a compatible partner. It's a strange scene, but it works.

Anyhow, eventually a guy comes by and expresses interest and I express interest back. It's hard to describe how this takes place, since there's usually not a heary "Hello! How ya doin?". There's a great deal of hesitancy as we confirm each others' signals until the door closes, then we both know it's safe to admit we're horny.

Anyhow, this guy is an Asian fellow. Normally I don't go in for Asians, which is totally wrong of me (especially being half Japanese myself) but what can you do? In fact, sadly, I have a general preference for white guys. It's not a hard and fast rule, I've been with pretty much every race and many of my best homosexual experiences where with other races, but instinct draws me to whitey. Interestingly, I have no such instinct when it comes to the girls I dig.

Anyhow, he starts rubbing my legs softly, very sensuously. I think "this is gonna be pretty good." Pretty soon we're making out (I'm big on the kissing) and I'm really getting into it. He starts blowing me, but he's a bit on the toothy side in his technique. This kinda surprised me. Eventually one thing leads to another and pretty soon he's fucking me. Which I really wasn't planning on doing that day and hadn't done any of the prep work that should go into it. But things seem to be working pretty well.

But then he starts asking me "does that feel good? Does that feel good?" I keep answering yes, but really the question is getting pretty annoying around the fortieth time. I mean, please, you're fucking me in my asshole, it's not gonna feel like kittens licking my toes. But he does seem to enjoy being with me.

However, I'm kinda getting annoyed with him. Really, you gotta stop asking if it feels good. The whole point of letting someone stick there dick anywhere inside me is to make that person feel good. That's what I get off on. It's not about it feeling good for me, it's about it feeling good for you and not feeling bad for me. We can trade places later.

And then he asks me if I love him.

And this time I actually do laugh out loud. "No, sorry!" I say.

"Well, not love, but, you know, does the feeling like love," he says.

All I can do is giggle some more and say no. I know he wants me to say yes to some sort of romantic feeling, but I'm not gonna lie to him. I don't say this to him, but love is a big word with a great deal of meaning for me and I'm not going to equate random sex with someone who's name I don't know to anything even approaching love. It's closer to glorified masturbation than to anything romantic.

And after a little while and a position change, he start asking me to make more noise. He asks very politely, but I can tell apparently I'm not giving him what I want in the noise department. And I'm making noise, it's really hard not to when getting a butt-rogering. But he starts saying something about how the noise is what makes for good memories for him, so he'd really like to hear more.

Which I totally understand, but my feeling is if I'm on the receiving end of an ass-fucking, it's a little on the inconsiderate side to complain to me about not dancing too. It'd be different if it was part of the act, if he was all "Say my name, bitch!". I'd totally be like "Fuck yeah! Henry! Henry!" and he'd be like "My name isn't Henry" because I'm so bad with names. You get what I'm saying.

Anyhow, pretty soon thereafter I tell him I "need a break" which can mean that I genuinely need a break, and this will be resumed shortly soon after, or it means "I'm moving on, smell ya later, chump". I meant the latter, he thought I meant the former.

After he leaves, it's shower time and then calling it a day. This really isn't the best bathhouse experience, but despite how it may seem here, actually still kinda fun, if for no other reason than it's been a while.

So there it is. Again, sorry for taking so long to get this one out the door.

*Actually, feel free to judge me, just for the love of God, don't tell me about it. Actually, feel free to tell me about it too. I guess I'm really not into imposing rules.