My life has certainly changed since my first visit to the bathhouse and my meeting with James. I had two weeks before my wife came back, and I fully intended to make the most of the time I had.

I spent the majority of the next day walking around with an erection and jacking off several times, thinking about James's cock. I remember the hours he said he'd be there. I wanted to be damn sure I was there and ready when he got there before someone else staked a claim on that big thing between his legs.

I don't recall having been this horny for a long time. I wanted to make sure I got a shot at James again, but to be honest, I did see a few other cocks that I might enjoy sampling; he was a known quantity, and I was anxious to taste him again, particularly after that comment about finishing in my mouth the next time.

I went through the same physical hygiene routine and packed my things, including a sativa vape pen this time. I figured I could take a couple hits to relax before he got there, and who knows, I might run across some strange.

The staff was every bit as friendly upon my arrival as they were on my previous visit and, surprisingly, had a message for me from James. They gave me one of the facility business cards with a message scrawled on the back that said: I'll be there at my usual time, be ready." It also had a phone number at the end, and I felt gratified that he had enjoyed my mouth so much that he'd given me his number. It gave me a small thrill to think of being summoned by phone to come to his home and serve him.

They had me in Room #4 again, and I went in to get ready. I stripped and noticed that my dick was semi-hard, and I lounged around on the couch in there slowly stroking and daydreaming. I took a few hits off the vape pen and stroked myself to a full erection, absentmindedly rubbing pre-cum all over the head.

The door opened suddenly, and James walked in, closing it behind him.

"Started without me, I see," he said with a smile. "Keep going while I strip."

He took off the shoes and socks, kicking them away, and began to loosen his tie. He removed it and tossed it over the couch along with his shirt. He unbuckled his belt and paused, rubbing the growing bulge in his pants.

"I changed my mind," he said, loosening his pants. "Come over here and get down on your knees and take my pants off."

I did as ordered, walking over to him, naked with my cock bobbing up and down. I placed my towel on the floor and got down on my knees. I loosened the snap and then unzipped his pants and let them drop. I could see his erection through his underwear, and the thick swollen head was beginning to peek above the waistband. I began to slowly pull his shorts down, and then, without being told, I took that thick swollen head in my mouth, moved up and down a few times, and then kissed it.

I pulled his shorts all the way down, releasing his rapidly hardening cock, and he kicked them aside.

"I've been looking forward to this all day. I think you know what to do: get busy and drink every drop."

"Yes sir," I said as I began to pleasure him, starting with his balls. I noticed he smelled clean and slightly musky as I licked his shaft up and down, eventually taking the head and as much of the shaft as I could in my mouth.

He began to moan and thrust in and out of my mouth. I grabbed one of his firm ass cheeks in each hand and waited for the prize. I had jacked off thinking about this and now here it was. I felt him swell and as his pace quickened, he began to shoot. The first shot was small, followed by several massive shots of cum.

I struggled with drinking the tremendous amounts of cum but managed to do it without losing any. He stopped thrusting and I took over, gently massaging his balls and moving up and down, feeling one last small shot erupt into my mouth. I pulled his softening cock out of my mouth and gently began to lick it clean. His head was back, and he was still breathing hard and said, "Damn, I needed that."

We sat back and relaxed, took a few hits of the vape pen, and we decided to go out and see what was happening. We put our towels around us and strolled into the steam room. It was quite a large room with a large number of naked men. Men of all shapes and sizes of body styles, and cock sizes.

We had a seat and opened our towels and watched them. Quite a few people were jacking off, and a little twink was getting his ass fucked on the other side of the room. My cock was hard, but James, having just shot a massive load, was still soft, but he was definitely stroking.

I made eye contact with a guy on the top-tier who had his legs spread and was stroking. He was my type, slender and smooth, but his cock was not near the size of James, but it had a beautiful, flared head. We made good eye contact, and I made a mental note of adding him to the list of cocks I want to suck.

We both were laid back slowly, stroking and watching the actions of all of our co-inhabitants, and then the door opened, and a man stepped in who changed everything. He was extremely tall, maybe 6'3" or 6'4", with a fit and muscular body, but as he took a few steps in, we also saw what was swinging in between his legs. I remember watching porn videos of John Holmes back in the 70s with his 12- or 13-inch dick that was thick and swinging between his legs. This guy brought back that memory because his cock was identical. The irony is that I never actually saw John Holmes's cock completely and fully hard, but it was still an inspiring sight to see.

He walked in and sat down with the swagger of an alpha male who was incredibly well hung and knew it. I couldn't help but notice that James, who was stroking sort of a semi-hard cock, was suddenly holding a fully erect cock in his hands.

The entire vibe of the room changed; it seemed like this man, who was now sitting on the bottom edge and had lain back with his elbows on the next tier above and legs spread, had changed the entire dynamic.

"It's here if someone wants it," he said with a cocky, confident tone. The room appeared frozen, with maybe 8 to 10 guys fixated on this one man and all stroking their cocks.

The skinny twink who got his ass fucked earlier hopped up and walked over, getting on his knees between the man's legs. The twink was so petite, the guy's cock looked as big as his arm. He picked it up and began stroking it while kissing and licking the head.

This was so fascinating that it drew an audience, and everybody in the room moved closer so they could watch. James had moved closer from me and was stroking his cock; he appeared to be fully and painfully erect.

"Look at that fucking cock," he said as the twink's efforts were beginning to result in the thickening and lengthening of that monster between his legs.

The scene was almost surreal, eight or nine totally naked guys all with raging hard-ons, all stroking, and watching the scene that unfolded before us. The steam was floating in and out around the scene, bringing up memories of a London street at night. The man who had been eyeballing me had also joined the semicircle. He was standing very close to me, and I got an up-close view of his cock.

The man being serviced had his head back, really enjoying the attention from the guy's mouth and also from that of the onlookers. His cock had grown to what appeared to be full length of maybe 13 inches and was truly a sight that was difficult to tear away from.

James had moved closer, still stroking, and I cupped his balls in my hand and pulled him, so he was positioned in front of me. I pulled his hand off of his cock, opened my mouth and took as much of it as I could and began to move up and down rapidly, gently squeezing his balls. He moaned, surprised by the rapid and aggressive move, but stood there with his hands on his hips, thoroughly enjoying my attention to his cock.

The guy who had been eyeing me (his name turned out to be Ken) had moved up and was watching intently as I serviced James's cock. I took my mouth off for a moment, looked at him, and said, "Don't shoot off yet because you're next."

Ken moved up, stopped stroking his cock, and grabbed James's ass cheeks, one in each hand, and pushed him forward as I serviced him. This apparently had a good effect because James swelled and began to shoot in my mouth almost immediately. The amount of cum was surprisingly large, but I swallowed every drop. James moved over and collapsed on the seat next to me, his limp cock dangling between his legs.

I grabbed Ken's rather impressive ball sack in my left hand and pulled him to me and began to familiarize myself with his cock. I licked it up and down and paid special attention to his thick, flared head. I began to service him in earnest, hoping to make him cum quickly, and my efforts were rewarded. I felt him swell and I pulled him out and began to pump him with my hand. He shot three or four rather impressive loads all over my chest. He was breathing heavily and said, "Damn that was wonderful."

The room was electric, and the man with a huge cock receiving the blowjob that started all this appeared about ready to cum, and the little guy servicing him was having a difficult time taking that big thing in his mouth. I have to give him credit though; he did make a Herculean effort to take as much as he could.

The crowd of naked men was aggressively pumping all their cocks and waiting for the moment, which wasn't very far away. The little twink took his mouth off and began pumping that huge, thick shaft, and like a volcano, it erupted. The amount of cum was commensurate with the size of his huge balls, and a long, thick rope shot straight up, followed by four or five more, gradually reducing in intensity. When he had finished, he twisted his fingers in the twink's hair, pulled his mouth over to his cock and ordered him to lick it clean. He, of course, obeyed immediately, and it resulted in a series of massive cumshots as all the onlookers began to shoot off, some of which landed on the back of the twink as he was licking the cock clean.

I have to admit I was one of the latter; I had stood up and jacked off all over the twink's shoulder. One by one, each of the men who had been standing collapsed on the benches and lay back, relaxed after a vigorous cumshot.

James and I left the steam room and went to our private room, where I serviced him again on my knees and drank him. I thought it was going to be very difficult to stay away from this place.