I fed them and had fun doing it!
It’s hard to believe that I am writing this but as they say in life, you’ve got to put yourself out there to grow. In any event, given the story driven nature of this blog, I thought I’d share something that happened to me several weeks ago while at the sauna.
Before I get into specifics, I suppose it might help to know a little about me?
My name is Nate and I’m a 35-year-old gay man that lives in Chicago. While I wish I could say I resemble someone famous, I’ve got to be honest and say I don’t.
But what I can tell you is that I’ve got blue eyes, darkish brown hair and a short beard cut.
I’m also packing 8 large. Not super huge. Not beer can size like this guy. Just your basic “big boy” if you know what I mean.
So here’s how it happened.
It was around 8 pm on a Friday night. I had just finished doing a decent chest workout at the gym and was feeling kind of worked up. Not wanting to waste hours on end with a hookup app, I decided to head over to a sauna.
And by sauna – just in case you don’t know – I mean bathhouse.
In Chicago, there are two such places. One is nicer than the other. Let’s just say I chose the one that is raunchier. You also get in a lot quicker. But I digress.
After checking in and throwing my cloths in a locker, I found myself meandering around the wooded mazes where men tend to congregate.
I can only speak for myself but I like taking in the sites to see who is around.
Why get too busy, too fast, you know?
There was what one might expect at such a place. A mix of older and younger men. Some were thin. A few heavy. And maybe one or two guys who people might consider “hot”.
Look, I won’t be arrogant here and say that I was one of those guys. While I hold my own looks-wise, I’m certainly not a model.
In any event, once I got a good lay of the land, I decided to go stand in a dimly lit corner. It was in a cavernous area, under a red neon light that beamed from the ceiling.
Hey, at my age, I’ve learned it’s a good idea to avoid anything too bright, especially if it’s florescent! The wrinkles show up like crazy!
Oh, I must have been there for about five minutes when this youngish twink stopped by. He kind of looked at me with a stare – the kind that asks “Is it OK if I touch you?” (if that makes sense).
He was cute so I figured why not? Remember, I was looking for something quick and without drama.
Before I knew it, he was crouched down and draining me. And I’ve got to say he was doing a great job at it!
Because I was getting into the moment, I hadn’t noticed the small crowd that started to gather. Maybe four guys? I couldn’t tell you their ages but they weren’t as young as the dude who was doing me.
As I stood there, it dawned on me that I was unintentionally putting on a show. “For once in my life, I’m a star!” I remember thinking to myself.
That’s when one of the onlookers reached out and touched me. He felt up my arms and shoulder, eventually raising my right elbow up so that I was flexing my biceps. After that happened, he started kissing on it.
The others that were watching began to pleasure themselves. Eventually, they too started body worshiping me. The whole thing was incredibly stimulating. So freeing but at the same time, not the norm form me.
I was unintentionally putting on a show
It didn’t take long before I started to feel myself getting close. Remember, there was still that twink working on me blow.
While I can’t be sure, I got the sense the worshipers could tell I was about to explode.
Suddenly, two of the guys who were feeling me up decided to get on their knees. One dude crouched on the twink’s left side. The other to his right. It was wild –like they were waiting for me to let loose.
“Feed us bro – come on man!” said the Twink.
In my life, I’ve had my share of group fun. It’s not like I’m a prude. But I’ve never done it with strangers. For me, it’s always been with people I know, like hookup buds I’ve met over in my neighborhood.
There was just something about his request that flipped a switch in me, causing me to go all uninhibited. It’s not like I was drinking or high on 420 either, you know?
I took a deep break, closed my eyes and allowed myself to become centered. When I opened them back up, all three of them were working on me at once. You’ll have to use your imagination to draw a mental picture – I can’t get to graphic here.
But what I can tell you is that once I started to erupt, I did it a lot. In fact, I did it so much that there was plenty of milk to feed the trio.
It was exhilarating and fun, all at the same time!
On my initial squirt, I accidentally got one guy in his eye. It didn’t seem to bother him much because he kept on feeding.
Once I had emptied out, all three of them patted me on the leg, kind of like a gay fist bump. Haha.
And that was that. They got up and went their own separate ways. The crowd that had gathered began to break up. For my part, I went to my locker to retrieve my clothes.
There’s really no specific point to this story. I just wanted to have a safe place to share a personal experience that happened to me.
If there is a take-away, I guess it’s I learned that I can feed more than one guy at once. I’m wondering if that chest workout I did before the feeding session helped me splooge more.
Who knows. Thanks for reading! 🙂