"Sure. I've never been before. Lead the way."

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The Italian notices, and nudges the gray haired man.  "I think you got a boy over there into you, daddy man."
The Italian notices, and nudges the gray haired man.  "I think you got a boy over there into you, daddy man."
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You look at the gray haired man, and see him wink back, then start to strip.  The blond wraps a towel around his waist, and leaves through the far doors.  You shiver, and start stripping, watching as the older delivery man pulls off his brown polyester shirt - he's built.  He's definitely kept himself in shape, with a smooth muscular chest and thick arms, and a solid stomach.  He watches you strip, smiling, and waits until you're naked and tucking your towel around your waist to take his pants off and reveal his long, cut cock.  He wraps a towel around himself.  The Italian strips as well, uncovering a wide chest and stomach covered in dark hair, and a thick uncut cock with hairy, low-hanging balls.  He wraps his towel around himself, his towel already tenting.  He closes the locker on all of your clothes, and smiles at you, picking up the keyring again.
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The gray haired delivery man meets the blond's gaze, and winks back.   
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"This way," the Italian says.
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You pass through the far door into a hallway, which has numbered doors down one side, and two labeled doors on the other.  The signs read: Steam Room, then Hot Tub, and then you see an open doorway with wet tiled floors you assume leads to the showers, given the noise of spraying water you hear.  The Italian checks the keyring, and says "lucky number seven." 
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You pass doors one, two, and three, and then notice that door number four is open.  You catch a brief glimpse of a man lying on a cot as you step by, and your eyes widen.  He was built like a wrestler, with a huge chest, massive shoulders, and arms bigger than most men's thighs.  He stared out into the hallway, meeting your gaze for a brief moment, and holding a massive dick in one hand, which he was leisurely stroking.
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"That's Bull," the gray haired man says, and you blush that he caught you looking.  "Strong like a bull.  Smart like one, too."  He grins.
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"You can tell when he's fucking someone from the way the painful screams echo," the Italian says, and swats your ass.
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You follow the men to room seven, which the Italian man unlocks.  You step inside, and the two men press against you, the gray haired man's muscular chest against your own already a little damp with sweat in the heat of the building, and the Italian's rough hairy chest against your back.  The gray haired man's tongue invades your mouth, his trim goatee rough against your chin, and then he pulls back.  You look around.  The room is pretty plain, small, with a wide cot-like bed, and a small table beside it.  It's lit with fluorescent bulbs.
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"Okay, one last question," the gray haired man says, with a wicked grin.  "You want the door closed, or left open?"  He reaches down and grabs your cock through the towel.
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You...
You...
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*[[Shut the door and drop your towel.]]
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*[[Tell the daddy delivery man to go after the blond.]]
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*[[Leave the door open and drop your towel.]]
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*[[Ask the delivery guys what's next.]]
[[Category: Birthday Bottom Boy's Blackout Bar-night]]
[[Category: Birthday Bottom Boy's Blackout Bar-night]]

Current revision as of 00:17, 12 October 2010

"Let's go," the gray haired man grins at you, and pushes away from the pool table. You and the Italian man follow, walking through the main bar to the front door, passing by the bear at the table, who gives you a rueful smile, and the daddy bear in the hallway, who stares at you with an intensity that makes you shiver. You reach the bouncer, who seems surprised to see you so soon.

"Leaving so soon, birthday boy?" he says, with a wicked smile. You blush.

"It's your birthday?" the gray haired delivery man asks you.

"Yeah." You nod, feeling your face heat up even more.

"Well come on, birthday boy," the Italian puts a firm hand on your shoulder, and leads you out the door of the bar, into the parking lot. "Time to get to your party."

They walk with you to the far edge of the parking lot where, sure enough, two brown delivery vans are parked. The gray haired man unlocks the driver's side door of the closest van, and you notice there's no passenger seat. But there's a narrow opening into the rear of the van. He climbs into the van, and steps to where the passenger side seat would be, gesturing.

"Come on in," he says.

You climb up into the van, and the gray haired man points.

He grins at you, and says, "Grab that strap."

You look behind you, and see there's a strap to hold on if someone is standing where a passenger would be sitting. You grab it. He turns on the delivery van, and pulls out of the parking lot. You stay silent, watching him drive and enjoying how his thick biceps flex as he turns the nearly horizontal wheel of the van. You glance behind you and see that the Italian's van is following. Soon you're pulling into the parking lot behind the Midtown Spa.

You glance at him.

"It's fun to get dirty," he says, with a wink. "But I sure like getting clean, after, too." He opens the door, and climbs out. You follow, and the two of you wait for the Italian to get out of his van, once he arrives a few moments later.

The gray haired man grins when you step out after him, and locks the van. You enter the Spa a bundle of nerves. The entrance is smallish, with a tall slender man behind a counter who greets the gray haired man and the Italian with a nod - they're obviously regulars - and then asks to see your ID.

He smiles and says, "Happy birthday," to you.

The Italian man wraps a thick arm around you, and says, "His entrance is on me. We want a room."

The guy behind the counter nods, and the Italian pays. He hands the hairy delivery man a key on a keyring, and then the three of you pass by the counter and go through a pair of double doors.

It looks like a smallish locker-room, you think, and spy a table with a lot of white towels on it, rolled up and ready for us. The gray haired man grabs one, and gestures for you to take another while the Italian man does the same. You take a towel. The gray haired man steps up to one of the few dozen lockers, opening a couple until he finds one empty. You glance around the room, nervous, and spot a young blond man at the far end of the lockers. He's stripping, and you watch him take his jeans off - he's not wearing underwear, and has already shucked his shirt - and put them in one of the lockers. He smiles at you, turning to face you long enough to show off a decent length of cock and a completely shaved body, and then looks past you and fires off a much warmer smile and wink at the gray-haired man.

The Italian notices, and nudges the gray haired man. "I think you got a boy over there into you, daddy man."

The gray haired delivery man meets the blond's gaze, and winks back.

You...

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