My Best Time

By: Gene Hemings
(© 2011 by the author)
Editor: Ken King

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This is a true story. There are no names used to protect both parties. I am still in the closet at 68 years old.  

Have you ever been to a bath house? I've been to Club Orlando many times. In this true story, the year was 2004. I have yet to find a better way of meeting another guy or guys for sex than at a bath house. You have an instant, one-on-one, eyeball-to- eyeball connection with one another. Only a towel separates your cocks because of management's rules about no nudity in public areas--unless you're in the steam sauna; then it's "no towel," if you like. You can decide who you like and who looks safe for your sexcapades.

I think places like "Club Orlando" are mostly reasonable, and they are also very clean and safe, and they certainly offer a good time for the money. At the time, I believe it was twenty bucks for a six-month membership, and fourteen dollars for four hours time use. The separate room rate was more, like another eight dollars or so.

There's no fear of getting busted by friends or the cops, especially if you're a closeted guy, which I am. Everyone in the building is just like yourself!

If you want to work out, they have many exercise machines. If not, you can use the hot steam sauna or the dry sauna, a large outdoor swimming pool or hot tub, and you can get a small cubicle room with bed and one rubber supplied for an additional modest upgrade charge. There is plenty of room for tanning and for sitting outdoors on the patio by the pool.  In the rear there is a nice covered veranda with lots of seating also.

They have a discount rate during the day to entice a guy to go there in the middle of the day. Of course, you start with a shower and hope to get lucky as soon as you're out of it.

I am quite picky about who I have sex with ... no one wants to catch a disease. I'm not into bearded men, rough, bondage-playing guys, or any kind of blood sports. Still, I have only been there twice without hooking up with another guy.  That is because I am that picky. I am okay with that. Better to be safe than sorry, I always say. 

I am not trying to be a salesman for Club Orlando. I'm only trying to convey what it is like if you care to stop there while visiting the Mouse!

On one nice, sunny, hot, summer weekday, I was there around noon. It was always a hit-'n'-miss type of day when going there, and I was just looking around, hoping to get lucky.  On some weekdays there are not as many guys as one would like to see there.   

Again on this day, I had thought it was going to be a waste of my time and another busted day.  I was 61 years old, and just coming from home looking for a good time.  

I have short, grey hair, 5 feet 10 inches tall, 185 lbs, blue eyes, six inches cut, average thickness, shaved groin, with body hair like a bear on the rest of my body. The steam sauna was next door, and after taking my shower, it was always my first place to visit.  I went in to check it out, but no one was in there. I sat down in an alcove area off to the left of the door where no one could see me when they walked in.  I was not hiding--it was just a good place to sit and enjoy the steam.  But of course I was also waiting for someone to come in.

As I sat there, I was again thinking how this may be a bad day for me at the Club. As it turned out, a lot of guys showed up after all, but that was not going to change my situation after the next few minutes that transpired in the sauna. Instead, what was about to happen was like a dream come true for me--a once in a lifetime encounter. 

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I was sitting in that dark, obscure area of the steam sauna when I heard the door open and someone came into the sauna. I waited a few seconds and got up to see if it was possibly someone to play with. Usually it was never someone you thought was a player. But you just never know if you're going to get lucky, do you? Still, we try anyway, because the not knowing is part of the excitement.
It was kind of dark and steamy in the sauna. The guy had his back to me as I looked around the corner. Even though I could not yet see his face, here was obviously the nicest young skinny guy I had ever seen in this Club. I was in love--he just didn't know it yet.  I was ready to be his puppy dog forever.  He really did affect me like that!

I was very hesitant to make a move, but I could hardly control my emotions from just looking at him. He was gorgeous! Still, I decided what the hell, all he could do was get pissed, walk away, or maybe punch me for touching him.

I reached out to touch and fondle his firm, towel-covered butt. That was when he turned around with a huge smile and said hello.

He caught me off guard by acknowledging me so easily and quickly with his friendly demeanor. He looked to be quite young--perhaps too young!

He was from Asia, spoke excellent English, was smooth, with no hair except for very black hair on his head and groin which made him look even more beautiful. His smooth, caramel-colored skin was blemish free, with the type of tan shading and look that I like.  Pure white looking skin, like we see on people from England that never get to see the sun, is not exciting to look at for me.  I mean no offense by saying that.

I was so happy that he was being nice and talking to me that I do not even remember what we talked about for the next few minutes. I was in love! Of course, he did not know this, but for me it was truly love at first sight. I honestly wanted to spend the rest of my life with this guy! I found out later he was also very intelligent, but I was transfixed by sexy looks from the moment I first saw him!  

As we talked, I somehow thought to ask him if he had a room or cubicle. He said yes and asked me if I was interested in getting together there. I quickly accepted his invitation, and we headed to his room. I followed him like a true puppy dog would follow his master. I was ecstatic, not to mention I was now going to perhaps get lucky enough to be with the first young, skinny, good-looking guy I had seen in my entire life of sexual encounters. Hopefully, I was going to go to bed with him soon. 

All my life, my fantasy was to be with a young guy that had this guy's looks and a hot, skinny body. I never dreamed my wish would someday come true. Yet here it was, my dream day, and it was about to happen just the way I had fantasized about it! 

After entering his room, we immediately discarded our towels, and that was when I knew I had won the prize of my life. He had the most beautiful body. His penis was gorgeous, short, and cut. He had the perfect looking cock in my estimation. It was small looking at it in its soft state, but mine was already growing and almost grown up. Pun!

As we started to make out, I quickly found he was a fantastic kisser.  He wanted to lay on top of me, and I enjoyed every second of this.  As we lay on the bed kissing and fondling each other, I was taken to my own little paradise. 

I rubbed his back and butt, and it felt so smooth and good to the touch. I just could not keep my hands off him! He was turning me on so much. I truly wanted this day to never end. 

I found out he loved furry men and liked the hairy feeling on his body from lying on me. I prefer smooth men, with almost no hair at all, but I can be and have been happy with hairy guys also. I also prefer shaved groins for my sex partners. 

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As I looked at his face with better lighting on him, I was for a moment taken aback by the fact he looked to be 17 years old. I got scared and asked him his age.

He asked me, "How old do you think I am?"

I answered, "19 or 20," as I was afraid to say 17. I thought I might get in trouble for being with a minor if he was 17. Stupid me, I should have known he was at least of age, as they check IDs at the front desk.

He said he was 38 years old, and now I thought he was trying to lie to me, but said nothing, trying not to piss him off for fear our encounter might somehow end before it really started.

As it turned out, he was not lying and everything he told me was true. I would find out later that he really was a very honest guy with a superb personality. He was lots of fun to be with.

We met many times over the next six months, either at the Club, his house, or sometimes even in public places.  He was such a young, good-looking guy to me. He acted like a teenager at times, but that did not make me nervous or afraid to be with him.   

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Anyhow, we started to make out again, and he was so good at kissing. He made his way down my hairy chest and stomach, started kissing my cock, and slowly slid it in and out of his well-trained mouth. He was so skilled at using his tongue on the underside of my six-inch, average sized cut dick. He gave the head of my cock such a workout that I could hardly hold back before cumming. He easily deep throated my cock with his fantastic mouth. He knew exactly what another guy wants done to his dick.

I could not wait to get my mouth on his dick as well, so we then started to 69. Soft, his cock was as small as mine, and mine can be quite small when not erect. I'm a grower, not a shower, and he was a grower too!  It was so hard to believe his dick could grow as big as it did. I was in ecstasy now for sure. His was the most delicious cut cock and a honest seven inches when hard, and a bit thicker than mine--about the thickness of a silver dollar. It was straight as could be when he was hard. 

He had the most attractive, perfect cock I have ever seen. I could not deep throat it, and I tried many times.

A normal mouthful-sized cock is the best for my kind of sex, but for him I would have done anything he asked of me!  The feel of bush on my lips as I deep throat a shorter dick turns me on at times also.    

His balls were average, so I was able to take each one in my mouth and savor the feel and taste of them. His scrotum was shaved, with only shortened pubes above his cock, and the hair was as black as the hair on his head--normal looking, jet black hair of the Asian persuasion. I was then forever sold on Asian guys.

As I took him in my mouth so gently and slowly, I enjoyed every second of this excitement to my taste buds and tongue.  It was so soft yet very firm with a taste of pre-cum that was just out of this world. His pre-cum and cum were the sweetest I ever tasted from any of the guys I had previously had sex with. It had to be his diet and eating habits.

His only problem was that after he came, his dick head was so sensitive no one could touch it, so licking his cum was tough to get.  

I always wanted to clean him up with my tongue and swallow every drop. His cum was really so delicious. I had to fight him physically to get that sweet, sweet cum. 

When I was young, I too had that sensitive dick head after cumming. It was so sensitive it almost made me want to pee. It's a weird feeling and sometimes tough to deal with. So I understood his feelings about keeping my mouth off of his cum-covered dick, yet I wanted his cum if I could get it because it was so sweet! I've been told, but I don't know for sure, that cum is safer to eat than pre-cum. Pre-cum will give you AIDS faster than cum, I have heard. 

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I have never had better sex with anyone than my new Asian friend, and we met often after this first time.  At least I can now say that I have seen another of my fantasies come true. And I can see another of my bucket list of things I'd like to do going down. 

He had the body and looks that were of an Adonis. I could look at him for hours. In my eyes and mind he was gorgeous. 

Over the years I had watched so many pornos that showed guys licking and rimming, and always thought I would just love to try rimming a guy someday myself, if that day ever came. It looked exciting and lustful, but the thought of what comes out of that hole always made me think it was dirty and smelly and the excrement smell would turn me off in a heartbeat. Just a hint of that smell tells me to run the other way and I always do run from it! 

I had been rimmed myself many times and always made it a point to be very, very clean.  I felt it was one of the most awesome feelings a man could experience. That feeling you get of his tongue and lips on your bunghole will give sensations to your brain for an hour later. 

I swore an hour after my first rim job the guy was riding under my butt still rimming me as I drove home from his place. Just to have a guy lick or rim you is just like the feelings when your cumming. And yet to think how nasty that area is, and how it can be unhealthy too, it gives reason for anyone to take pause, and you should if it smells of poo.

But as I looked at this Asian god and his nice rosebud pink hole that was perfect in looks staring me right in my face, I knew the time was here, and I was ready to try rimming my first asshole.

With me on my knees, I took his butt and brought it up and put him on his shoulders, his butt pointing to the sky and my super stiff cock poking into his back for added support. I started to lick and kiss his balls and suck on them one at a time until he was moaning with pleasure. He was in ecstasy and I was as well.

But he was not ready for what was in store for him as he had no idea I was about to rim him, and it was my first time trying it!  Somehow my mind told me this one will be the one ... that I would either love it or hate it. I just had to try it!  

It must have been quite a shock to him when my tongue started licking his rosy pink hole.  As I licked butt for my first rimming experience, I found that it was indeed just awesome after all. At first he resisted it and asked me to stop. He told me it was not a good hygienic thing to do without proper cleansing. But he soon stopped resisting me as I had total control of him physically anyway.  He finally started enjoying it as I was not stopping, no matter what. This was just too good!  

I found it hard to think how negative I had been for such a long time about rimming and the safety of it. It is not a safe practice unless you trust the other guy. I trusted him, but why I don't know. Perhaps it was just lust that took over in my mind!

He started making whimpering sounds and moaning, saying to me how good this was feeling as he now was mine to sexually enjoy. And I was enjoying this more than I had ever dreamed I would. 

The taste was so sweet, soft and smooth to the tongue, and nothing like I expected at all. Candy is not any sweeter! It was hard to believe I was so turned on by his butt!

I don't think he had ever had this done to him before. I know I had never done this myself to anyone, as he was the first and still the only guy I have ever rimmed to this day in 2011. Needless to say, it was already too late for the thought of him cleaning himself up. I had already started licking his butt. The taste was something I was just not ready for. Obviously it was clean without any smell at all because if there were a slight scent of poo I would have never rimmed him for sure.  

As I said, the skin and texture had a very sweet taste to my tongue and lips that I kept thinking about what I had been missing from my sexcapades in the past. I poked my tongue in his hole as far as it would go, and he moaned louder with each poke of my tongue to his hole. He was enjoying this more than I thought he would.  

I thought how can something that delivers excrement also be such a sexual and exciting feeling for him, as it was obvious he was enjoying this rimming that I was giving him. I also was enjoying myself eating butt for my first time. His groans and moans turned me on as well, inspiring me to continue, because now it was I on the other end of this sexual desire. We both were groaning and moaning as our sex was getting hotter and hotter. I kept putting my tongue in his butt hole, and sort of nibbling on his butt cheeks, and the excitement was increasing with the sex we were both enjoying. 

Both of us were in such a sex craved state, our grunts and moaning increased with every minute of our sex. He and I both loved it and neither of us wanted it to stop.

I thought it was strange he did not mention the rimming  afterward, which surprised me.  I thought, "Damn, this will be the last time I get to rim him." I knew I wanted more rimming in my future, but I knew it had to be someone as safe and good looking as this guy. And so far there has not been another that looked so delicious!  

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Later on, I found out he liked it so much he always made sure he was clean when we were going to meet, and I took advantage of his butt every time I got the chance to lick and nibble on his butt hole!

We always loved to lie together and cuddle and kiss as if we were a married couple. We both fucked each others butt and his true seven-inch thick cock was such a good feeling in my ass. Naturally, I came each time we fucked. He was so good at man-to-man sex. He was the only guy that truly made my ass feel good when he fucked me! Others were good, but not as good as my Asian buddy. 

I'm quite sure if I was a younger guy I would have been able to cum three to five times a day with him. Oh, to be able to do that again!

He was a great kisser and knew just how to get me off when he went down on my cock. We did 69s and fucked and sucked like we were teenagers.  I truly enjoyed our sex together. I do not know if he has tried rimming anyone himself since our time together. This was in 2004; I’m 68 now in 2011. I miss that guy more than any guy I have ever been with in my entire lifetime.   

Someday I hope to meet him again, but that is another story about why things went bad for me after that 2004 year. 

He and I still do emails, but have had no further in-person encounters. I miss this guy more than you can imagine!

Posted: 10/28/11