Gay Erotic Stories

it burns. it burns my skin. how can water burn my skin? when i first turn on the water, it takes it about two minutes to get as hot as i know it can get. or as hot as i know i can bear. then i put the plug in. it takes another ten minutes for the bathtub to fill up to the level i need. enough time to figure out what music to play. usually i don’t take this kind of bath until the late afternoon or when the sun is starting to go down. i like the golden light. it goes through the apartment sideways, my bathroom off to the side like a dark cave. i have an old freestanding clawfoot bathtub. it’s one of the reasons i stay in the apartment. the bathtub is large enough for me to stretch my legs completely out. i’m a big guy. i wait as it fills until it reaches the level where, after i get in, it will barely empty into the trap. as much as it can hold, so i can get as deep as i can into the hot hot water. i walk back naked through my apartment and turn on the cd player, then go back and get into the bathtub. the water burns. it burns my right foot as i step in. i hold it in long enough to see if i can bear the pain. usually i can, but only just barely. it hurts just enough that i make a noise. it’s better if i just go ahead and get in. i stand there, wondering whether--or rather how much--it will hurt my ass and my balls if i just sit down. it’s funny that i don’t worry about it hurting my dick. i must not consider that possible. i sit down and the water swirls. the rush of heat is now overwhelming. and good. i sigh and settle in. i stretch out my legs. since i haven’t put anything like oils or crystals in the water, it’s clear. like molten glass. or burning air. i lean back against the cold white porcelain and stretch my arms along the upper edges of the bathtub. i give in to the heat. the division between the parts of my body--legs, dick, ass--inside the water and the parts of my body--chest, arms, head--outside of the water seems appropriate. everything that needs to be cleansed is being scalded. sterilized. well, except maybe my mouth. that needs to be cleaned most of all. it’s the part of me that has done the dirtiest things. said the dirtiest words. been the dirtiest places. the cleaning of that will have to wait. maybe forever. i plan to keep on getting it dirty again and again. i shift my legs and the water swirls. i slide a little bit further down. the water laps at my stomach. the hairs there start to flow with the current. i rest there for a few minutes, then i bend my legs some more and slide further down. the heat licks at my chest, just below my tits. another part of me going in, giving up. i’ll have to get everything in while it’s still at its hottest. i need to get the most intensity all at once. i need to shock my body and make it burn before the water cools. i let go of the sides of the tub. the water rushes over my chest in a big wave. the heat is all around my body. it’s like putting my whole body in someone’s warm mouth. sucking all of me. drops of sweat break out on my face. the water licks the back of my head. if i slide a little more down it will pour into my mouth. hot liquid. if i take too much i could drown. dead faggot. give it up to the flow or fight it. this is the choice. thinking about it, i drift off. my mind suddenly realizes i’m losing consciousness. i sit up. the noise as the water pours off me. i gasp for breath. the cold air of the bathroom makes my chest tingle, my nipples go hard and up. i reposition myself. i need to rest for a second and hold on. i had forgotten the music. i sit and listen. music affects my mood quickly. these are mideastern folk melodies jammed into a techno mold. it makes me think of harems. or--more likely to someone like me--a bathhouse in istanbul. steam. dark hallways with dark-eyed men offering their bodies to other men who pass by. white towels and dark skin. my legs go up, one onto each side of the tub. i spread them apart. i picture a dark curly head dropping down between them to suck me. his head goes up and down and my cock goes in and out of his mouth. i start to get hard thinking about it. my cock lifts out of the water and eases itself up onto my belly. it gets harder. i think about the dark man grabbing the base of the shaft and holding it tight to make my dick even harder. he keeps sucking me. i look down the brown muscles of his back as he works me over. i reach down and start pulling on my cock. it’s alright, but it’s not the real thing. it’s not enough to think about someone blowing me. it’s not the same as really having a mouth on it. i want somebody here with me now. i think about the boyfriend. i think about him coming home and finding me in the tub. he comes into the bathroom all dressed and finds me there with my hardon. he says, “whatcha doin’, babe.” i look up at him and pull on my dick. he grins. i lift my hips out of the water and push my dick up in the air. he leans over the edge of the rub and takes my cock in his mouth. he sucks on me until i can’t hold my weight up anymore and i fall down into the water, splashing it over the back and sides of the tub, getting his pants wet. he takes off his clothes and stands by the bathtub, rubbing his dick, rubbing a hand over his chest. i keep jerking off. he jerks on his dick until he shoots his load onto my face. and then he watches me come onto my stomach. in my fantasy. in reality i’m still lying in the bathtub. the water is only warm now, but i don’t want to run any more hot water to raise the temperature. i’m getting bored. i sit up and pour water over my head using my hands as a cup. again and again. i like the way it runs down the front of my face. i try to remember what’s the biggest number of loads i’ve had shot on my face. probably at the baths, so there’s no telling. probably in the steamroom. one after another. dick sucking whore. maybe seven or eight. i think that’s not many, compared to what some guys have done. i try to picture them in the steamroom where they did it. on their knees, mouths open. sucking dick after dick. maybe they got ten loads on their face. maybe more. maybe their mouth was full of cum and it ran down their chests until they were using all that cum for lubrication on their own dicks. i remember the boyfriend telling me one time how he was in the baths and found someone in a dark corner who had been getting fucked up the ass for hours. how he had put his fingers up the guy’s ass and gotten his hand completely covered with cum. how it had made him hot, so that he had had to fuck the guy too. i understood. it’s funny how you can be deeply involved in sexual fantasies and not have a hardon. i look down at my dick in the bathtub. halfway down and falling. what the hell is that thing anyway. it’s running my life. or ruining my life. the water’s losing heat all the time. am i going to jerk off now or am i not. i try to think about the mideastern guy again. i wonder how big and thick a dick he has. i try to picture something that would make my mouth water. i try to picture a dick like an animal. big hairy balls. thick. thick. thick. i’m playing with my cock again. getting it hard. i open my mouth and think about getting his cock in it. i think about sucking. i think about a cock so thick i can barely get my mouth around it. i think about sucking him, and i also picture myself doing it. i see myself in the bathhouse. i see him leaning up against the tiles. heat and wetness everywhere. steam rising and floating past us. the smell of disinfectant and mold fighting each other. we are both completely wet with sweat and steam. i am on my knees in front of him, sucking that big thick dark dick. other guys are standing around watching me. they’re jerking on their cocks. they’re waiting their turn. after i’m done with this one, i’ll have to do them all. at least all the ones who haven’t already started sucking each other off. or the ones who can’t hold their loads back anymore, but walk over and jerk off on me, shooting onto my back or my head while i’m still working on the first guy. working him over. blowing him. blowing other guys. sucking other cocks. taking cock after cock into my mouth again and again. heat and steam and sweat and cock. and cum running out of my mouth and down my face. i jerk myself off furiously and come. it shoots up onto my stomach. one. two. three. four. five loads. my groan echoes in the bathroom. i open my eyes. i look down and see the lines of cum spread up my stomach. i catch my breath and lay there with my dick still in my hand. i’ve broken a sweat and there’s spit on my dick and cum on my hands and stomach. the bath has amounted to nothing. i’m dirty again. this is not going to work. it isn’t warm anymore. it’s getting colder all the time i’m here. second after second. get out.