Adulting

CHAPTER 5 Chip’s Story Continued From Chapter 3

 The plane touched down in St Louis a little after 5 o’clock on Wednesday afternoon. I told my dad I was coming in on Thanksgiving Day and was going to surprise him by coming home a little early, so we could talk, my plan was to come out to him. He always had all four of my grandparents over for Thanksgiving dinner and I wanted to talk to him before everyone got there. I didn’t expect him to have an issue with it. Dad’s pretty open-minded.

It was just me and my dad when I was growing up. Dad was only sixteen when I was born. I lived with my mom and grandparents until I was almost one, then my mom just took off. She was young and in no way ready for a baby, after less than a year she freaked out and just disappeared. I’ve only seen her twice since, and each time I just caught a glimpse of her. She showed up at my tenth birthday party drunk, and my grandfather (her dad) walked her out of the house. I just caught a glimpse of her. Almost the exact same thing happened at my high school graduation. This time my grandmother (my dad’s mom) escorted her out of the school gym while I was walking across the stage, but I saw it happen and she was staggering like she was drunk again. I don’t hate her. I don’t love her either. I feel nothing for her really, she’s a stranger.

After my mom left, dad took over and I moved in with him and his parents. We lived with them until I was about eight years old. Dad went to college, got his degree and a good job with one of the casino’s in town. He bought an old two bedroom house near downtown in one of the old historic district and all four of my grandparents helped him fix it up. Although dad raised me, all four of my grandparents were always around to help out. It was important to my dad that I had a good relationship with my mom’s parents too, after all they loved me, and it wasn’t their fault their daughter took off, so why punish them (and me) by keeping us apart. I was lucky to have them all in my life and always felt loved. I spent one weekend a month with my paternal grandparents, and one weekend a month with my maternal grandparents. I’m sure the visits gave dad a much needed break from single parenthood, I know he and his buddy Brent would go do stuff on the weekends, but he never dated. We had a great time together, but he deserved more. My dad is an awesome guy and I want him to be happy. He was only thirty four when I moved out and went to college, hopefully he’s making up for lost time, but he never talks to me about his personal life.

I have a few hours to kill before I surprise my dad, it worked out perfectly. There’s a bathhouse at the edge of downtown St Louis that I’ve always been curious about. I’ve never been there, but this trip I’m going to go and explore. After that I’ll head over to my dad’s house and surprise him, he just lives a couple miles away. If all goes to plan… I’ll be out of the closet before I fall asleep in my old bedroom tonight.

I picked up the rental car and headed downtown to a crappy little diner that I loved for lunch, then off to the bathhouse. I figured it would be dead on a Wednesday afternoon, but when I pulled into the parking lot there were a lot of cars. I entered the place trying to act confident, like I’d been there before and knew was I was doing. I got up to the window, handed the guy my ID and my money. Apparently Wednesday afternoons were half-price, which explains all the cars in the lot. I put my valuables in the lockbox and the attendant gave me a locker key and a towel. I also bought a small bottle of lube and a bottle of poppers, then grabbed a handful of condoms from the bowl on the counter. I went into the locker room and found my locker. There were a few guys in there and all eyes were on me as I stripped. I was the youngest in the room by far. There were a couple of guys who were about thirty, both nicely built and very cute. The rest of them were over forty, one of them had to be well over seventy. There didn’t seem to be “a type,” they were all different.

I closed the locker, wrapped the tiny towel around my waist, put the lanyard with the locker key on my wrist and headed to the showers. The room was big and well-lit with several shower heads lining the white tiled walls. There were only two other people in the large, wet room. One guy looked to be in his mid-fifties. He was a good looking man with silver hair and a nicely toned body, the other looked really young, like barely legal young. My guess is he was older than he looked, probably mid to late-twenties, but his red hair, freckles and lean body made him look like a kid. A very cute kid. The lukewarm water felt good and I looked straight at the showerhead and let it hit my face. I soaped myself up from head to toe, then rinsed off. When I opened my eyes there were two more people in the room. I ignored them and dried off. Armed with the lube, poppers, and a couple of condoms clenched in my fist I went off to explore.

My first stop was the sauna.

The room was small, dim, and completely empty. The dry heat felt so good after my long flight and lukewarm shower. I laid down flat on my back on the top row of the two-tiered riser. I put my knees up, my feet flat and my forearm over my eyes and just rested for a few minutes. I must’ve dozed off for a minute or so and was awaked by the squeaking of the riser. Someone took a seat right at my feet, I could feel a hand lightly brushing the tips of my toes as if by accident. For a minute I just laid there, not knowing or caring who was touching me, instead I just enjoying being touched. The touching became bolder and now he was blatantly stroking my foot up and down. I decided to sit up to see who was there.

I popped up and sat right next to the body that was playing with my foot. I finally looked over to see who my admirer was and there was the cute ginger. FYI, I have a thing for gingers. I took a good look at him, damn he was cute. A little older than I had first thought, maybe about 28 or 29, lean and toned, but not too skinny and close up, the freckles were sexy as hell. I leaned back on my hands and spread them out a little, so they were lightly brushing against his. He wiggled his fingers in response, then subtly pushed his knee against mine. For the next couple of minutes we touched while pretending we weren’t touching. We were feeling each other out, sending subtle signals. Each and every tiny move sent more blood rushing to my manhood. I looked down and saw it twitch and grow to full erection. The ginger noticed too.

He very slowly and gently reached over and grabbed my cock, his eyes staring straight ahead the entire time. I twitched at his touch, even in the hot sauna his hand felt warm as he wrapped it around my engorged member and started to stroke me. I followed his lead and reached over for his man meat, still staring straight ahead. I hadn’t even seen his cock yet. We were playing a game, both acting nonchalantly. Just two guys casually sitting naked on a bench in a sauna. Nothing to see here.

When my hand met his cock my eyes opened wide, DAMN it felt huge, I had to break character and look. FUCK ME! That thing was massive, like nine or ten inches of hard, pink meat. I stroked downward on his uncut piece pulling the foreskin away and revealing a huge, dark purple head. The thing looked just huge on his slight body. And the trimmed orange pubes around the base sent me over the edge. I needed that thing in my mouth.

Without reservation I got off the bench and stood on the wood floor in front of him, he opened his legs in anticipation of what was coming next. I looked at his face as a grabbed his cock again, he smiled, he really was cute. A classic ginger, innocent and manly at the same time. I leaned over and licked the precum from his head. He tasted good. I licked up and down as he threw his head back in ecstasy. He put both hands on my head and ran them through my shaggy blonde hair as I bobbed up and down on him taking him deeper each time. His huge cock filled my mouth and hit the back of my throat, I opened up and swallowed him down “Oh fuck yeah, kid. That feels so fucking good” he said as he gripped my head more firmly, but still gentle and pushed his hips up to go a little deeper.

Soon my nose was buried in his orange pubes. The smell of his soapy crotch mixed with his sweat and the cedar smell from the hot sauna combined to create and intoxicating scent that was erotic as fuck. I had been stroking myself, but I stopped. I was so fucking close to shooting my load. I pulled up off his dick. He reached up and pulled me in for a kiss, it wasn’t really a kiss, it was more of an exploration of my mouth with his tongue. We tongue wrestled for a while his hands pulling my head closer. His lips were so soft.

He pushed my head away and then leaned down and kissed my cock head before he stood up and said, “It’s hot in here, let’s go to my room.” We wrapped our towels around our boners and I eagerly followed him. We walked fast, almost running through the maze-like halls to get to his room. He opened the door and left it open as he dropped his towel, jumped onto the tiny bed and laid on his back. I dropped the lube, poppers, and condoms that were clutched in my hand onto the tiny table next to the bed and got on top of him. Our hard cocks rubbed against head other as we kissed. Our bodies were still moist with sweat from the sauna and our dicks slick from precum. God this guy was hot.

My hands were wrapped around his neck and his were roaming up and down my back. I felt a hand touch my bubble butt, it wasn’t one of his. I looked back and saw one of the younger guys from the locker room standing behind me rubbing my ass while a few others gathered outside the door and watched the show. I didn’t care. “Roll over” the ginger said still kissing me. We maneuvered awkwardly on the tiny bed as the man behind me waited for us to get situated. Soon I was on my back and the ginger was reaching for a condom. He rolled it on MY dick.

I was expecting HIM to fuck ME, but this was so much better. I was so used to be used as a cumdump that I was still learning I could take control if I wanted to, hopefully I’d get better at that with time. I reached for the lube and he reached for the poppers, our hands touched on the small table as we did, and it sent a little more electricity through me. I lubed up my sheathed dick as the ginger took a deep hit of the poppers in each nostril. He rose up a little to mount my cock when I felt a hand grab my dick. It was the guy behind him guiding me into his tight, pink pucker. He stroked me a few times as he leaned down and licked the ginger’s hole to get him prepped. I heard the ginger moan as he pushed his ass back to meet the guys tongue and drive it deeper into his ass. The guy held a firm grip on my cock as he started to lose himself in the sweet, pale ass before him. I could hear the slurping and groaning as I waited for him to finish his assault on the ginger’s ass as slip my hard cock into him. After I few minutes he lined me up and the ginger sat down on my bone hard manhood. I could feel the other guy licking my balls as the ginger sunk lower onto my pole, taking me in all the way his emerald eyes rolled into the back of his head and a loud moan escaped his lips. He put the poppers to his nose again and inhaled deeply from each nostril, then he put the bottle under my nose and I did the same. Everything in the world disappeared except for the sweet, pale white ass engulfing my hard seven inches.

He started bouncing up and down, his cock bouncing and slapping against my abs as he did. He bounced harder and moaned louder as the other guys tongue bathed my hairless balls. It was pure, fucking, uninhibited, raw sex. My nostrils full of the aroma of poppers, sweat and man sex. “Take my dick” I yelled as I pushed into him feeling his ass smack against my pubic bone. I opened my eyes and his massive, bouncing cock surrounded by orange pubic hair is all I could see. I was hypnotized by it. I stared at it as I inhaled the smells in the room and listen to the loud groans, and slurping noises. FUCK! This was so damn dirty and so damn hot.

With just a grunt the ginger shot a huge powerful stream into the air. It must’ve gone a foot over his head before it came down and landed on my chest and abs. three or four more streams just like it followed. I scooped up his seed with my hand and licked it clean. I pumped him harder and harder and panted quietly “I’m cumming, fuck, I’m coming.” The guy licking my balls pushed the ginger up and off me and ripped off the condom as the two of them leaned down with their mouths open ready to catch my cum. I spurted so powerfully that I felt it ripple up my shaft giving me a sensation like I never felt before. I’m usually not much of a shooter, but this went up in the air and landed in the gingers bright orange locks. He dove down and engulfed my shaft to ensure he didn’t miss the next few spurts. I heard him gulp a few times as I emptied my ball sack into his warm mouth. Oh. My. Fucking. God. It was so intense. I just laid there panting for a good minute or two, then sat up on my haunches. By the time I sat up the guy licking my balls had left the room along with the rest of our audience. It was just me and the ginger. He kissed me, and I tasted my own cum on his lips.

“I’m Brian by the way” he said

“Chip” I responded. Then I wrapped my towel around me and said “thanks” as I headed out the door and back to the shower room. I cleaned up and left to head to my dad’s house. It was almost eight o’clock by the time I got in the car. I was on my way to come out to my dad. I could still taste cum as I drove through the neighborhood I grew up in. It looked pretty much the same. I drove up to dad’s place and let myself in, I still had my key.

Dad’s house is a three-story Victorian. Well, in St Louis they call it a Victorian, but it’s really more like a brownstone, three stories tall, narrow with a flat roof. The first floor had a living room that led to the dining room that led to the kitchen. All the lights were on and I could hear music upstairs. The second floor was just two bedrooms, one on either side of a long hallway each with its own bath. The third floor was an open loft space. My dad converted the old attic into a workout room for him and a game room for me. We spent a lot of time together up there.

I made my way up the old, winding staircase in the middle of the house. It creaked as I walked up, the sound brought me back to my childhood. It was one of the many sounds of home. I got to the second floor and saw the light on in dad’s bedroom, the door was wide open, so I headed toward the lit room and the sound of the music. I called out “Dad? You in there?” I walked in the room and saw the naked ass of a man staring me in the face. I just stood there trying to grasp what I was seeing.

“Fuck me Brendon” said a voice from the bed. It was my dad’s voice. I couldn’t see him (thank god), just his legs being held in the air. I knew they were his because of the dusting of red hair. My dad was a very good looking ginger, not that I was checking him out or anything like that. Maybe that’s where my ginger fetish comes from… some kind of daddy issue, hell I don’t know. Anyway, I watched for a few seconds as the man pumped his muscular ass forward and back “Yeah, Brendon. Fuck me” My father yelled. I then realized that the guy was my dad’s friend, Brendon. They had been buddies ever since I can remember, the two of them used to hang out on the weekends I stayed with my grandparents. I slowly backed out of the room, tiptoed down the creaking staircase and let myself out of the house.

I got into the rental car and just sat there for a minute processing what I just saw. I threw my head back and yelled “FUCK! My dad’s gay too!” Well, I thought to myself… this should make coming out a hell of a lot easier. Then drove off to find a hotel for the night. I decided to just go home tomorrow like I told my dad I was going to do. Coming out would have to wait one more day.

To be continued…