- Erotic Poetry
- Subway Conversations #29-Bathhouse
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AS HEARD RECENTLY ON THE NEW YORK SUBWAY
"Yeah, with this Covid, all the bathhouses are closed."
"You had some fun the last time, didn't you?"
"Yeah, I took a room and after a while this young Indian college student came in the door. He was tall, slender and had the blackest straight hair. Big dark eyes. We made small talk for a while, then he asked if he could fuck me. He laid his gasses on the table and stood up."
"I was sitting on the bed. His cock was right in my face, long and slender, two small firm balls hung below his tight curly pubic hair."
"I sucked his cock for a short while. Then he taped me on the shoulder. I lay down as he covered me with his body, fitting his beautiful cock into my well lubed ass. He came very quickly, kissed me on the cheek and left me alone in the dark room."
"A hour later he was back."
"Can I fuck you once more," he whispered? His dick was erect."
"He set to work without another word, took longer this time but finished nicely. I was amazed how much sperm he left in his condom."
"I was too exhausted to speak. He kissed me again on the cheek and disappeared into the night."
"Yes, it was a lovely evening. I hope the bathhouse opens soon. Maybe I'll see him again."
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