Manchester UK bath house

So there I was in Manchester on a nice late summer day. Maybe subconsciously I had in mind to do something gay, but I didn’t expect to enter a bath house. I had walked by it a few times, it was early afternoon. I had time to kill. I had nobody to answer to. I said to myself, “fuck it. Let’s do this”. And in I went.

I paid the fee for the day and was given a locker key and a towel. I stripped down completely and walked over to the shower area for a good rinse. It didn’t look too busy. I entered the sauna. I was alone, but only for a few minutes.

I should say at the time I was 34, in pretty good shape, thick brown hair, brown eyes, hair on my chest, clean shaven, 31” waist. I’m 6’ and 170#. So that’s me. I’m in the sauna wrapped in a towel. I don’t have my dick out or anything, I was just relaxing in the dry heat. Soon, I was joined in the sauna by a black guy. He looked younger than me, maybe upper 20’s. He was beefier than me, muscled not overweight, shorter, smooth all around,  maybe 5’8”. He sat down across from me wrapped in his towel and gave me a wide smile.

I said hello and he said he loved my American accent and that he hadn’t seen me there before. He was originally from Ghana but living in Manchester since he was a child. I loved his accent as well. He began to grab at his crotch and I began to see his boner pop through the towel. He was thick, uncut and definitely longer than my 7”. I licked my lips and might have even moaned, “mmmmm”.

He asked me if I liked what I saw, to which I replied “most definitely”. He patted the spot on the bench next to him inviting me over for a closer view. When I sat beside him, he leaned in to kiss me, and reached up to punch one of my nipples. Then he undid his towel revealing his black beauty in all of its glory.  I was smitten to say the least. He said, “go ahead, taste it if you want”. I lunged at the chance and in moments, his sweaty cock was down my throat. It was hot in the sauna, hotter because I was working so hard enjoying myself on that wondrous pipe. He sat with with his hands clasped over his head at times moaning how good he was feeling.

He asked if I’d want my arse fucked. I said “yes, definitely”. He chucked, and said “follow me”. He took me to a small private cabin and locked the door behind us for privacy. He told me to get on all 4’s on the small mattress in the room. He bent down to lick and rim my pucker, getting it ready for his big black cock.

I reached behind to pry my ass cheeks apart and I get his uncut cockhead pop through my anal ring. I let out a bit of a cry as he slowly entered me. Once all the way in, he held his cock there for just a few moments until the initial pain passed, and then he had no mercy. This guy who looked so calm and unassuming turned into an aggressive alpha top.  With a loud spank to the ass he began to take my hole at full force. Pulling his cock all the way out and deep drives all the way in. At first a slower pace until he picked up his rhythm. The faster he fucked me, the harder the ass slapping became. I was loud, there was no doubt I was getting fucked in that little room. I didn’t care, and I don’t think he did either.

With my arse now three shades of pink he pulled out and pushed me onto my stomach. He spit into my ass and plunged back inside. His cock speared my insides until he plastered my anal walls with his spunk. That was a hot fuck for sure, but not the last fuck.  He laid on top of me for a few minutes letting his heart rate calm down a bit and then he rolled onto his back. I took his cock in my mouth and lightly licked off any excess cum. His cock was very sensitive, so I was very careful. When I finished, he thanked me and he left.

I picked up my towel and made my way towards the showers. There were guys listening outside our door and I did receive a few stares and whistles. One even said he was so jealous, which did make me feel special. I liked that I was the arse this guy chose to fuck!

Sooo, after the shower, I went back to my locker to grab some money for a drink. In walks one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen. Standing 6’2”, short dark beard, blue yes. He was wearing trainers, a t shirt and a cap. I smiled at him, he smiled back. I tried not to stare too long. I walked over to an area where there was a hallway. The hallway had cabins on both sides.

After a few minutes, guess who comes around the corner? The hot guy from the locker room, wrapped in nothing but a towel, exposing the thick dark hair on his chest, and some pretty formidable arms. He holds eye contact with me, and walks into a booth. I took the hint and met him there. He closed the door behind me pushes me against the wall and gives me a huge wet tongue kiss. It was very hot and unexpected. Then he spit in my face and said, “hello”, in a French accent. He told me his name was Xavier, he was from Belgium, and was in Manchester on a long layover and was looking to kill some time. He told me when he walked into the locker room he knew he was going to fuck me. That was fucking hot!

After the introduction we kissed some more. And he spit in my face again, and then pushed my face into his armpit. I hadn’t been into armpits prior to this, but it turned me on tremendously. As I was playing in his pits, he reached down to finger my ass, pulling out some of the black guy’s cum. He had me lick his fingers and asked who had fucked me? I told him and he called me a slut, and then he said he loved to fuck a cum-filled hole. But first he was going to spank it.

I got onto all 4’s and assumed position, and he began to turn my already pink ass bright red. I was crying out from the stinging pain, but I never asked him to stop. The afterburn felt warm and delightful. I was again loud and again I know there was no doubt about what was happening in that room. The sound of hand hitting flesh is unmistakeable.

What I failed to mention is that Xavier had an extraordinary long tongue. I noticed that when we first swapped tongues when I was pushed against the wall. While I’m still on all 4’s, Javier squats down and began to lap at my hole. Pushing his extended tongue inside me. His beard scraping against my ass. I went from cries of pain to moans of ecstasy. Like a magician, he pulls out a small bottle of poppers and places it in my hand. And while he’s still pleasuring my hole with his snake-like tongue, I take some deep hits, and soon I’ve lost all my inhibitions and really let myself get lost in the moment.

Xavier slapped my ass hard as he stood up, spit into his hand, rubbed it onto his cock, which I hadn’t yet seen, and within seconds he’s balls-deep inside me. I’m still pretty wet inside from the precious fuck, which was a good thing. Xavier reached up to grab my shoulders and began to fuck me hard. He felt pretty thick, and my ass felt nice and stretched. I took another huff of poppers and passed the bottle back to Xavier. He inhaled and we both rode the wave.

Xavier pulled out, grabbed onto my hair, and said in his French accent, “suck on my dick”. And that’s when I saw it. It was thick as a beer can, uncut, and about 8.5”. It was glistening from a light coat of cum. Hungrily, I engulfed him, and moaned as I worked to lick and taste and pleasure the cock presented in front of me. I gobbled down on it like it was the only cock in the world, the last cock in the world.

He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. He told me to open my mouth, and he spit in it, then he pulled me by the hair and moved my head back and forth on his cock at his own pace. He threw me back up onto the mattress, smacked my ass again, and entered back inside. This time grabbing onto my waist and impaled me until I heard him growl like a lion and blasted rope after rope of his semen deep inside me. I felt his cock spasm and his body tense. It was wild!

I thought he might’ve be finished, but after we came down from the high of our fuck he said “come let’s get a drink”. We sat at small bar and sipped on rum & cokes while we spoke more. After almost 45-min or so, he said, “let’s go I want to fuck toy again”. At the bar, we began to make out like long time lovers. That tongue and that beard were sending shivers throughout my body, my sphincter was quivering with excitement.

He grabbed me by the hand and we found another empty cabin. This time he pushed me onto the mattress on my back, and he climbed on top of me. Under his weight, his arms reaching over my head, we continued to make out. He held his pit over my face and I licked it, lapping it up, savoring the musk, the smell, the taste. He was a spitter, spraying it all over my face.

He began to lick and bite my nipples, twisting them in his teeth. This caused me to yell out and he placed his hand over my mouth to muffle me. Then he sat up, straddled my chest, and face fucked me. He was a hairy dude, unshaved balls that tickled my nose.  Then he planted his hairy ass right onto my face, and I went to town eating him out.

We were hot and sweaty by this time. Xavier pushed himself back and threw my legs up over his broad shoulders and entered my hungry hole. He bent down to make out with me some more, as he slowly sent his meat in and out of my love cave. It was sensual and not rushed. I ran my hands over his strong back and his hairy chest. It was if time was standing still. This was not a typical fuck, this was making love, and the chemistry was palpable.

I reached out to grab my ankles and held them open exposing my hole even more. I wanted to feel him deeper inside me, all of him. He began to fuck me in earnest now. He grabbed my wrists and pushed them down on the mattress now. My legs still open wide and he continued to dive into my ass with that thick Belgian dick.

I was moaning loudly now. My cock was hard and getting harder. Xavier reached down and began stroking me as he fucked me, and it was almost as if we came at the same time. I heard him growl again in utter elation as his cock spewed a second load of protein babies deep into me. I was groaning as well, my own cock spraying my chest and abs full of hot seed. Xavier scooped up what he could and we snowballed my cum between us for several minutes.

He pulled out of me, sat on my chest again, and I cleaned his cock off. We both got up, wrapped our towels around our waists and watched as the men stared at us. Maybe in awe? Maybe jealous? Who cares? Again, mine was the arse that was was chosen by this beast of a man to fuck, so too bad, bitches.

We went back to the showers and this time we shared one. We continued making out as we soaped each other down. Xavier sticking fingers into my hole. When we finished and dried off, he said he needed to leave to catch his connecting flight to Brussels. We kissed good-bye. We must have spent 3 hours together if not more.

Given I was a stranger in town and it was getting dark, I decided to call it a day and get back to the train station. At the station platform, I saw this guy getting blown by a girl behind a pole. They were clearly on something. I walked away.

When the train arrived, I sat down on a seat and in walked the couple I’d seen on the platform. As soon as the train took off from the station, they stood up, she bent over the back of the seat, and he was fucking her. There were other people on the train with me. They were reading or looking the other way, not bothered by the scene in front of them. I thought to myself, “maybe this is normal here?”.  Anyway, after he came inside her and they sat down, the conductor came by collecting tickets. They didn’t have tickets and they were escorted out of the train by police at the next station stop.

All in all, it was an adventurous first weekend living in the UK, and I was very glad I decided to head to Manchester for a chance encounter with a young hung black guy and a hunky Belgian!