CHAPTER TEN: The Bathhouse

Samantha and I entered the coed bathhouse on Broadway Street. We paid our entry fee at the front desk to a kind, soft-spoken woman. Down a short hallway we were presented with a single change room door. One door. One change room. I was taken aback, but, following Samantha’s lead, we entered through the one door together. 

Inside was a row of lockers and benches down one wall, and a long bank of open, communal showers along the opposite wall. The change room was not really a room at all, but more of a hallway to the hot tubs, pool and saunas. There were some young nude men and women in the showers, slapping each other’s asses and soaping themselves. They were maybe eighteen or nineteen years old. An older, sturdy-looking woman showered by herself at the far end of the room, wearing a shower cap. The changing area and shower were fully tiled with a cream-coloured tile. The lockers were metal and burnt orange. Here, the lights were fluorescent and bright, but beyond, in the bathhouse proper, the lighting was warm and dim. Beyond the change room, the walls were cedar and the floors were a dark, reddish-brown tile.

Samantha and I found two empty lockers alongside three darkly-tanned old men who had just undressed. Their penises were very short and also wrinkled and shriveled, as if they had been retracted back inside their bodies, like the heads of turtles. This reminded me of Alden. The three old men’s balls hung very low and their pubic hair was gray. We both undressed quickly, put our things in the locker and went to shower among the eighteen-year-olds. 

There were three boys and three girls and they were still giggling and goofing around, naked. I caught the boys scanning Samantha’s body. Down. And then back up again. After giving Samantha a good look-over, they glanced at my penis and then quickly looked away, as if they were frightened by their own curiosity. The young girls didn’t pay us any attention. They were fully immersed in their naked fun with their cute boyfriends–sneaking glances at their small, bouncing cocks. Two of the girls were petit brunettes with small breasts and nipples and narrow hips. They had dark, closely-trimmed pubic hair. The other girl had wider shoulders and hips, and large breasts. Her hair was almost black and was wet and pasted against her head and back. She had a small tuft of curly, dark pubic hair below her flat stomach. Her ass was large for her size. It was muscular and stood out in a round, levitating way.

Samantha and I then turned off our showers and walked down towards the hot tubs, leaving the young, naked friends to their fun. As I walked behind Samantha, I watched the movement of her perfect ass. Its wide wobble and bounce hypnotized me for a moment. Then Samantha chose a round hot tub that was already occupied by two men and one woman. They were resting with their eyes closed. We descended down the steps into the floor-level hot tub and took a seat next to the two men. 

“Hi,” Samantha said. 

“Hi,” they all replied in unison, without moving or opening their eyes. 

We joined the strangers in their repose and rested our heads back on the hot tub edge. We closed our eyes and I felt the raw heat of the soothing water. The surface of the water was steamy and, when I opened my eyes again, I could see the girl across from me lying back, her eyes closed, and her breasts floating near the surface. Her nipples were half below the water and half above. She was blond and pretty–probably my age: early thirties. She was broad in an athletic way. Her breasts were well formed. I closed my eyes again and almost fell asleep. 

Then Samantha nudged me and said, “let’s get in the sauna.” 

“Alright, but I need to jump in the pool to cool off first.”

Samantha stood and climbed the stairs out of the hot tub. I followed behind her, watching the lips of her shaven pussy between her shapely legs. As I walked over to the pool, I noticed that the hot water had enlarged my penis greatly and my balls were hanging very loose. In fact, they were so loose and free that I had to be careful walking so that they did not get caught between my thighs. Samantha looked over her shoulder at me and appeared impressed by what she saw. She puffed her cheeks slightly and her eyes widened with surprise.

I dove into the pool and the water sent a shock through my body. The cold water was almost painful on my skin and I felt my balls ache from the sudden change in temperature. I treaded water for a moment and then climbed the poolside ladder. Samantha was watching me, waiting on the pool deck. 

“Oh my God, look at your penis!” She said, giggling.  

Her eyes were wide and she had a hand over her open mouth, and appeared gleefully shocked. Her shoulders moved as she laughed, causing her breasts to heave and jiggle. What was thick and very long a moment ago, was now sticking straight out, wrinkled and not much bigger than my thumb. 

“It happens,” I said, trying to pretend I was not embarrassed. 

As I followed Samantha to the saunas, I attempted to rub my cock while no one was looking, in order to warm it up. Samantha chose a sauna from the bank of small sauna doors along the back of the bathhouse. She opened the door and we stepped inside. Already seated, and glistening with sweat, were three young men with their legs spread far apart. They looked like college kids. They were lean and trim in a way that people of that age can be. The boys were seated on the upper bench on the right wall of the sauna. We took our seats on the upper bench on the left side of the sauna, facing the boys.

They seemed very interested in Samantha, and they stared at her silently. I could tell that Samantha felt their gaze and that she enjoyed the attention. She responded playfully to the boy’s staring. She leaned back and spread her legs, giving the young men a view of her vagina. She was about their age, I thought to myself–I was the one out of place here, being thirty-one.

 Inspecting the boys, I noticed that the one in the middle had a short, little penis and small balls. It looked like a child’s toy–a small rubber duck perhaps. The boy on the right had a fairly long, though skinny, penis. His balls were loosely resting on the cedar bench between his thighs, and his penis hung down over his balls and then curved to lay flat on the bench a short distance. The boy on the left had the largest cock. His balls were big and round and sat heavily upon the bench. Unlike the other two boys, this one had chosen to flop his thick cock over his leg. His cock was so long that it curved over the top of his thigh and then hung down the other side. This position really showed off his balls, and also the thickness of his penis–his cock was as thick as a baguette. I knew Samantha must have taken this in already. 

The boy on the left, the one with the enormous cock, watched Samantha spreading her legs and he saw her staring at his crotch. He decided then to hop down from the bench and soak himself with water from a bucket in front of the sauna heater, directly in front of Samantha. He lifted a sponge out of the pail of water and flicked a little on the heater. The water hissed and steam rose among us, almost burning our skin. Then, he stood side-on to Samantha in front of her parted legs and raised the sponge over his head with both hands. His ab muscles looked like a washboard and all of his ribs could be seen through his tight, smooth skin. His waist was thin and his hip bones were sharp and prominent–accentuated by the raising of his arms overhead. This position revealed the largeness of his thick, plump penis, as it hung loosely and in contrast to his hard body. Next, he squeezed the sponge on top of his head and water ran down his chest, and stomach, and then along his heavy, flaccid cock. His body glistened in the orange light as a mixture of sweat and water covered him. He dipped the sponge again, then began washing himself. He scrubbed his underarms and chest, then his stomach. He slid the sponge down along his thigh, brushing past his cock repeatedly, causing the meat of it to bend and bluntly wiggle. Then, with his other hand, he pinched his foreskin and pulled on it to lift his cock, stretching it out to its full, elastic potential. Holding his cock out like this, a great distance in front of himself, he washed his big round balls with the sponge. They lifted and rolled in his loose scrotum. Then, he let go of his foreskin and his big dick fell down in a dramatic flop, bending and slapping his thigh with an audible thud. He placed the sponge back in the pail and returned to the upper bench.

Positioning himself in an erect posture, the boy then sat at the very edge of the bench so that his cock and balls were free to hang down low, revealing their very impressive, now-semi-hard size. No doubt this was for Samantha’s benefit, or so he must have thought, looking very proud of himself. 

At this point I knew he was showing off for Samantha and, as I looked over at her, I saw that she had been watching the show. She was biting her lip and her fingers were spreading the wet folds of her hot flesh. Samantha got up then and stood before the water pail and heater. Picking up the sodden sponge, she immediately began squeezing the water over her collarbone, and wetting her breasts. She twisted and stretched and flexed her body; She was a dazzling display of muscles and hips and ribs. Her entire body was tight and hard, except for her perfect, round breasts and the slight softness over the large muscles of her ass. Then she began to rub her breasts with the sponge, moving and lifting them and letting them drop. Next, she rubbed the sponge over her ass with one hand and squeezed her perky tits with the other. She then threw the sponge back in the pail and pinched both of her nipples. She pulled on her nipples firmly, thereby lifting and stretching her breasts. She released her nipples and her firm tits sprang back and fell. 

I saw then that the boy with the small cock was fully hard. He had an almost laughable, tiny cock. Samantha noticed this too and, the deviant that she was, she turned towards him and knelt on the lower bench in front of him. She leaned her head forward and took that tiny erection completely into her mouth. His cock took up so little room in her mouth that she was able to lick his tiny balls as his cock was fully swallowed. She even managed to fit one of his testicles inside her mouth, along with his cock. Then, she firmly, and slowly, slid her lips back over his short dick. 

Quickly then, she stood, turned and grabbed my hand and pulled me out through the door of the sauna. My cock was now fully hard as we quickly walked and half-ran back through the bathhouse. The change room area was almost empty now, except for the three young couples who had just finished getting dressed. We grabbed our clothes from the locker and, as we closed the locker door, we saw all of the six youths standing still and silent, staring at my huge erect penis. 

Leaving the bathhouse, we ran back to Samantha’s apartment, which was luckily not very far away. Pushing open the door, we went straight to her bed. Our skin was still warm and moist from the sauna. Samantha’s hair was still wet. As usual, Samantha was braless; I had been watching her breasts bounce and jiggle the whole way to her apartment–their concealment now the source of my heightened arousal. I removed her tank top, lifting it over her head as she unbuckled my belt. Gently, I squeezed both of her large breasts with my hands and began to suck at the soft areolas around her plump nipples. After undoing my belt and pants, she reached a hand in and grabbed my cock. Suddenly, she dropped to her knees and pulled my pants down to my ankles, exposing my semi-hard penis. After one gentle lick of the tip of my cock, she took it completely into her mouth until my balls were resting on her chin. I felt my cock press against the back of her throat. At this point she shook her head fiercely and moaned, trying to drive my cock further down inside her. I felt the vibrations of her moaning through the length of my penis.

Slowly then, Samantha pulled her head back and reached up with both hands to hold my balls and my cock. Her lips slid firmly over my ridge. To finish this long, sensual motion, she pumped her fist over the length of my shaft three times and then tugged on my foreskin with her teeth. She then stood and kissed my mouth and I kissed her back. I could taste my cock in her mouth. As she took off my shirt, I undid her jeans and then dropped to my knees. I pulled down her pants and then her thong, exposing her bald pussy. She stepped out of each leg and I pushed her down on the bed by placing my hand just below her breasts, forcing her backwards. I stepped out of my pants as she fell onto her back and then I dropped and buried my face between her thighs. I lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders. I began to slowly lick her clitoris, holding her hip bones tightly. I sucked at the smooth, shaven skin around her vagina and pulled on it with my mouth. I loved the taste of her pussy: it was almost sweet and fragrant like a blossom or a mango. Every few seconds, I dove my tongue inside her and moved it in large, slow circles. There, deeper, she had the mineral taste of stone, or wine, or blood. Then I returned to her clitoris. 

Samantha reached down and pulled my head tightly into her warm wetness. I kept licking her. After several minutes, her body shuddered and she moaned with pleasure. She tightly gripped my hands that were on her hips. When her body became still, I stood and, using my hand, rubbed the head of my cock around her clitoris. I then slowly pushed the full length of my throbbing cock inside her. Samantha arched her back and tilted her head, lifting her chin. Her eyes were closed. She made small quiet moans with every thrust and her pussy held my starved cock deliciously. I reached up and squeezed one breast and then the other, and then grabbed her ass with both hands and thrust forcefully, as deeply as I could inside her. I started to fuck her hard and fast, and her moans turned into whimpers and small yelps. The whole bed shook. 

Suddenly, I stopped and pulled my cock out. I told Samantha to get on her hands and knees. She obeyed me instantly. I knelt behind her and pushed my cock inside her again. I reached down to hold her breasts and felt them moving as I fucked her. Her nipples grazed my palms in their rocking motion. Then, as I grabbed her hips, I began to fuck her harder, and her plump, muscular ass bounced in an incredible way. I could see the sides of her breasts swinging in small, weighty circles. My heavy balls slapped against her clit, again and again. I wraped my hands around her small waist and begin to fuck her as wildly as I could. She screamed: “Yes! Yes! Yes!” 

I felt then, as I slammed into her, that I could not possibly fuck her hard enough or deep enough. I could hear the loud slapping of my balls against her and I felt the wetness of her cunt on me, spreading over my skin like a cracked egg. She screamed louder and louder and then she reached to hold my balls. As she squeezed my testicles firmly, I trembled and came and spurted a huge load deep inside her. 

Together we trembled, and I was suddenly surprised at my carnal passion. The mind flickers so quickly through unexpected thoughts during an orgasm–often of elation or shame. What had come over me? We both fell to the bed and lay on our sides in a spooning position, still held together by the length of my cock and the tightness of her cunt. We both exhaled deeply, and I gently put my arms around her and folded them and held her soft beasts in my hands. 

“Wow!” Samantha said, “I’ve haven’t been fucked like that in a while. You are good!” 

“I haven’t fucked at all in a while,” I said, laughing tiredly. 

“I was hoping you would fuck me like that ever since that day at the nude beach. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your cock since I first saw it. I mean, I see a lot of big cocks at my photoshoots, but there is something special about yours.” 

“What do you mean?”

“Well, your cock is very big, and it does feel good inside me,” she said in a deep, purring voice, “but there is something about you that makes me want your cock.”

Samantha paused then as my cock slowly wilted and softened inside her.

“There is a quiet firmness in you, and something warm in your heart. I’m not used to that. And I think there is a darkness there too. I like that. There are some gorgeous men that I photograph that I don’t want to sleep with. I just find them empty or cold. I guess it’s an instinctual thing, desire. That’s why I asked you out for a drink in the first place. I saw something in you that I wanted more of. It has been hard for me to find someone I really crave, and care about.”

“And you care about me?”

“Yeah, I think I do. It’s silly, but I have never had this kind of relationship before.”

“Are we in a relationship?”

“Maybe. I’m not sure.”

Samantha then moved forward a little and my soft cock pulled out of her. She rolled over, facing me and slid down in the bed. She lifted the head of my cock up with her tongue and took it into her mouth. Slowly, she sucked my limp penis and then she just held it in her mouth, like an animal gently carrying its young. Laying just like this, we softly fell asleep.

After a blissful night of naked cuddling, I awoke to the smell of coffee. Samantha was standing at the kitchen counter on the other side of her one-room apartment, fully nude. Her perfect figure was a glorious sight. She turned and approached the bed, carrying a tray with a french press of coffee and two earthenware mugs. Placing the tray on the bedside table, she poured two mugs of coffee and handed one to me. I sat up against the wall at the head of the bed. She picked up the other mug for herself and sat at the bed’s edge, beside me. Holding the steaming mug of coffee just below her beautiful breasts, she looked into my eyes and smiled warmly. 

Suddenly I felt a soft, red heat in my chest. The warmth of this feeling spread through me and a tingling sensation of joy showered over me. I couldn’t believe how my life had changed in these past few weeks. I looked at Samantha and my heart was full and at ease. This was a feeling that I hardly recognized–a feeling that I banished from my heart years ago. 

“Good morning,” I said, returning her smile. 

Samantha just stared into my eyes and smiled even brighter. 

We sat there silently for a long while, sipping our coffee and looking deeply into each other’s eyes. Then Samantha laid her mug back on the tray and so I did the same. She climbed across the bed and pulled the blankets from me. Turning and sitting in between my legs, she pulled the blankets back up over our legs and leaned forward, offering her bare back to me. 

As the early-morning California sun spilled into the bedroom, I massaged her back in total silence. The firmness of her body concealed a delicate structure of bones: the thinness of her shoulder blades; a tiny cage of ribs; each tense muscle a story; every vertebrae a poem. The smallness of her. Her skin was smooth and unblemished, the color of pine board aged by sunlight: warm and rich in hue. That massage stretched languidly across the morning as I lost all sense of space and time.

As the sun rose higher in the sky, the pools of light upon the floor circled the room and finally retreated through the windows, leaving the same way they had entered. I felt truly relaxed and, perhaps, in love. Samantha moved to lie beside me and we both slid down in the bed. She kissed my mouth slowly and then laid her head on the pillow beside me. We stared into each other’s eyes, laying on our backs just a few inches apart. Samantha smiled again. Then she took the blankets and tossed them from the bed. They landed on the floor and we both lay there naked and exposed. Samantha raised herself upon one elbow and looked down at my flaccid penis, which was laying across my hip. She reached down and began to play with my loose testicles. 

“I think I like you,” Samantha said. 

“I’m sure I like you,” I replied. 

Samantha picked up my soft cock and stoked it slowly and casually as we talked. Before long, I was getting hard again.

“Let’s take a shower,” She suggested.

“Great Idea.” 

Samantha held my hand and led me across the one-room apartment to her tiny bathroom in the corner. She reached into the bathtub-shower and turned on the water, pausing to check the temperature of the shower’s spray with her hand. How beautiful she looked then, awkwardly bent forward, engaged in such a quotidien task; an image of domestic intimacy set into my memory forever. Then, she stepped in through the shower curtain and I followed. We pressed our bodies together as the steaming water washed over us. Samantha rested her head on my shoulder and I could feel her bare breasts just below my chest. My cock hung pulsing and thick between her thighs. 

I stepped back and picked up a bar of soap. Samantha turned and I began to soap her back and her ass and between her upper thighs. My hand slid in under her and soaped the soft concavity I found there. I stepped forward against her back and reached around to soap her breasts with both hands. Her plump ass fit perfectly against me. My now-hard cock passed through her thighs and emerged in front of her. The impossibly tender skin of her areolas and soft nipples rebounded with the passing of each of my fingers. I reached one hand down again and slid my fingers over her bald mound, bushing past my cock, and gently fingered her clitoris. 

Samantha turned around and took the bar of soap from my hand–it was my turn now. She started on my muscled chest, rubbing my nipples and then my hard stomach. She reached around and soaped my firm ass. She soaped my balls and my hard, throbbing cock. Then she stepped aside and the water rinsed all of the soap from my body. Kneeling before me, she opened her mouth wide and took in just the head of my cock. She moved her tongue around inside her mouth in slow circles, orbiting my large circumference. After every few rotations of her tongue, she pulled back and sucked hard on my foreskin and then returned once again to the orbiting motion. 

One of her hands reached up and fondled my loose testicles. She then placed that hand on the shaft of my cock. She placed a second hand around my cock so that her two fists were stacked, just below my bulging ridge. Her lips almost touched her stacked hands as she fully enveloped my penis. In this way she began to suck and jerk me off, her two hands and her mouth moving as one. Her whole body swayed with the effort. In no time I came into her mouth and she moaned a pleasurable moan and then swallowed the cum with gusto. Standing then, Samantha held me tightly once more. We stood there like that, under the warm falling water, silent and in love.