Rodney in the bath house

In years before smart phones and apps, there were dating websites, hookup sites, I guess they still exist, but I haven’t needed them for a while.  Back then, in my single days I’d frequent these pages – it’s where I met my husband but before him there was Rodney (Rod) 

We connected one evening chatting and exchanging pictures, as one did.  There was, something there and we both felt it. At the time I was living with my family and he had roommates, so we didn’t have a place to hookup, as that was all this was going to be. We were both clear on that.  In my single days I had two rules that I invoked with regards to hookups – Never ever go where you’re not invited and if you can’t play safe, you can’t play.  Not sexy maybe but those were my rules.

Rod and I got alone well, and we chatted a couple of times before we agreed to meet for a coffee or drink to determine if there was more there. We both worked close to each other, so we agreed to meet for a mid-afternoon coffee one day.  We walked around the block, chatted, and felt each other out (not up).  And it turned out that that online connection translated to an in-person connection as well.

We agreed to take things to the next step but where?  Rod suggested a local bath house.  It was close to both our workplaces and though I didn’t frequent bath houses.  It wasn’t like I’d never been to one before, and I agreed that it was a good place to play, as long as we were private (locked doors) and it was certainly cheaper than a hotel room.

The next night after work, we met on the street outside and went in, we were both assigned a room and he agreed that he’d join me in mine in a few minutes, after we’d both showered.  I didn’t explore this bath house (it wasn’t the one I’d been to previously) but I wasn’t there for that.  I showered and returned to my room and sat naked on the cot.  I heard a knock and Rod was there when I opened the door.  I pulled him into my arms and kissed him deeply, a bit aggressively, biting his lip, his neck, his ear lobes.  He just collapsed into my embrace and let me feast on him.

I pulled him to the bed and we collapsed down with him resting on top of me.  I continued to nibble and taste him.  He wasn’t idle, he pushed me back and dove into my pits, licking and soaking them.  He nibbled on my nips and went down my belly leaving a trail of saliva in my stomach hair, he tongue-fucked my belly button (I have a deep innie).  Before taking my cock into his mouth.  I was already hard from the attention, and I could feel his hard on against my legs. From the pics I knew he was just under six inches and thin, his balls were shaved and about the size of quail eggs.

I began to massage his cock with my foot as he continued to suck on mine. Before I could get too excited, he reversed course and tracked back up my body until we were locked in a deep kiss.  So far, we’d both been a little aggressive in taking what we wanted.  As we were kissing, he repositioned himself and suddenly I was inside him.  No prep, no lube and certainly no condom.  I pushed him off my lips and held him at arms length, my cock still buried in his ass, and I just looked at him. 

“What happened to condoms only?” I asked.

He ground his hips onto my cock, and I must admit that it was the first time I’d been condom free in about 15 years at that point and damn did it feel good. The warmth, the tightness on my cock felt so good, when he asked me if I wanted to stop, I had to be truthful and say that I really didn’t.

So, I said, it’s a little late now and rolled him over onto his back and just started to pound his ass.  Hard deep strokes, slamming into him, biting his neck and ear. Pumping faster and faster.  He was the first to cum and he came all over both our bellies after I’d barely begun and had pumped only a few strokes. It was a few minutes later that I emptied into his ass.  I scooped his cum off our bellies and fed it to him then kiss him, deeply. I collapsed down on him, and we lay entwined for a few minutes.  Before we both got up and headed to the showers.  We played a bit in the showers but after we’d cleaned up, I pulled him back into my room we started again.  I fucked him this time with him on his belly, condoms were forgotten, and I loved the feeling of being raw in his ass.  This fuck took longer but I came in his ass again and he soaked the sheet under him.  Again, we rested and again we showered and met back in my room.  This third time was more relaxed.  We took our time and began with a gentler kissing session, enjoying the taste of each other, dancing our tongues together, and just embracing and enjoying the feeling of another body wrapped around our own.  I slid into his ass again, with his legs over my shoulder this time, going slow and really savouring the feeling of his body wrapping around my cock.  I was in pure heaven.  I couldn’t imagine it feeling any better than this. 

After a few minutes we shifted positions and I lay on my back, and he mounted me. I watched my cock slide into his ass, inch by inch until he was resting on my balls.  His hard cock bouncing on my lower belly.   And in this position, he took over and rode me, he controlled the pace and he controlled my cock.  He was an amazingly talented bottom.

Finally, I couldn’t hold out and I shot my third load into his ass just as he shot jet after jet of cum across my belly and chest, the first shot hitting my chin.  After that I was spent but willing to try again.  He headed out to shower again, while I wiped cum off my face – I mean it was a bath house, so I’m sure no one would care but I just couldn’t walk out dripping cum off my chin, though maybe I should have.  By the time I got to the shower, he was gone.  He never reappeared in my room, and I never saw him again. 

It was the most aggressive, most satisfying hookup I’d had until I met the hubs that is.  Those stories remain between us though.