Indianapolis—October, 2023

 

It was another day off, as the number of days in October dwindled and Halloween approached.  I had the whole day, so I made my first trip to one of the two bathhouses that keep Indy pigs busy.  I chose the one that has a slightly older clientele.  The last time I worked in this area, I seemed to be there every day off I had and always had a broad choice of men.  I packed a lunch to eat after my early afternoon time there…

 

I have a locker.  I hate sitting in a room and waiting.  And if we meet to play, this way I can encourage the play to be public.  I have the clean jock on, my boots laced up and the bathhouse towel slung over my shoulder.  I check the sauna and the not very warm steam room.  There are lots of cars in the lot, but only one lone man in the sauna.  I go up two flights of stairs.  On the third floor is the sling room, another room with a hard wooden fuck bench and two porn viewing areas.  I find the men watching porn.  I skip the small room where no one is even stroking.  I go to the larger room.  Yup, more guys are here.  The seating is a built-in bench on the three walls with the screen on the fourth.   I like this space—the owners have padded the floor for older knees.   

A blowjob is happening to my left.  I stroke to the men and the Treasure Island Media movie on the screen.  Soon an older man, decently fit, with sparse grey hair, slides over to me.

“May I?”

I nod.  He kneels carefully and takes me into his mouth.  He’s good.  My dick is soon very wet. 

He pulls off me.  “Do you fuck?”

“Sure.” 

“I need this dick in me.  Please.”

“Here?”

“Do you have a room?”

“Nope.  How about the sling?”

His face goes blank.  Then, “I’ve never been in one.”

“Then it’s time…”  I get up and lead the way.

The sling here is actually hung at a good height and the stirrups are adjustable.  So many public slings try for a one size fits all approach.  He lies back in it.  It takes a little time to get him to move down far enough so that his ass hangs over the edge.  But once he does that, and his ankles are up in the stirrups, he breathes easy and relaxes.

“It’s actually comfortable.”

I grin and go to my knees.  I eat his ass. He groans, which makes me work harder.  I grease up as I do it.  Soon I stand and get inside him easily. 

“That’s some dick,” he pants.

We suddenly have an audience.  Another man around his age comes in and works his nipples and his semi-hard cock.  He loses interest after a bit and wanders off.

I keep fucking.

A younger man appears.  Likely 40-ish, he is very hairy in the best possible way.  Chest.  Beard.  Legs.  And as he drops his towel, his crotch.  He strokes a nice sized dick.  I smile and nod.  He runs a hand over the man’s chest. 

“You should suck that dick of his as I fuck you,” I volunteer.

The hairy guy moves closer.  The man in the sling quickly figures out how to crane his neck around so he can get his mouth on it.

“It’s his first time in the sling,” I tell the newcomer.  “And here he is with two dicks in him at the same time.”

My words do what they were meant to, make the older man groan and redouble his efforts on the newcomer.  As he gags on the dick in his mouth, his ass spasms, squeezing me, too.

I fuck him.  Harder now.  His cock flops happily with my thrusts.

The guy pulls out of his mouth.  He comes around and touches my ass.

“It looks like he wants to fuck you.  You want a different dick in your ass?” 

“I…I…” he babbles, lost in the idea of starring in his own porn fantasy.

“You want a turn?” I ask the newcomer.

He nods.  I slip out and he goes in.

“Yes!” exhales the fuckee. 

“That is so hot,” I tell him, leaning close so I am whispering into his ear.  “Never been in a sling and here you are with two men using your ass…”

He groans, eyes closed.  They flicker open and look at me still leaning towards him and then to the bearded hunk fucking him. 

“You want to be a pig and lick my cock after it’s been in your ass?”

The moment I say it, I wish I hadn’t.  He’s going to freak out.

But he doesn’t.  “Yes,” he whispers.  “Give it to me.”

“Here you go.”  He cleans me up.  Ravenously.  Living the porn he’s watched all his life.

The hairy man pulls out with a grunt of satisfaction.  I go back into the older man’s ass.

“Here you go.  Do me, too.” Says the hairy man, offering his ass jizz covered cock to the fuckee.

He gets cleaned. 

I fuck.

It is way too early for me to cum, though I would love to load this guy.  But he finally puts a stop to the rutting.  “My ass needs a break.”  The furry guy smiles at me and takes off.  I get the guy out of the sling.  I like the way he holds onto me, tight and for a long time.  Far better than just a thank you…

*

I am sitting in the sauna.  I have a dick in my mouth and a mouth on me.  It’s dark enough that I know only that the man I’m sucking is tall and younger than I, with a good-sized cock.  He sits on the higher bench, so it’s an easy turn by me to replace his hand with my mouth.  I have no idea who is sucking me, as he started when my head was buried in the other guy’s crotch.

I suck until I get the load.  A noisy one.  And a big one.  Only then do I look down at who is on me.  It’s the furry guy.  He looks up and grins.  He gives my cock a gentle squeeze and says “Come to my room…”

 

(The furry guy tells me his name—and we can’t get enough of each other—next time!)

The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Indy Bathhouse: His First Sling (part one) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   November 6, 2023