This is not a story of Kitsune's lust, but also his lesson; That amidst the perceived aggression and arrogance he exhibited towards others, there lies an unmistakable sign of weakness and emptiness that emanates from him. Lust is a tool of deception and in the general air of indifference pervading inside the club, what remains after the deed is over is the question of why casual sex sometimes lead to the general feelings of emptiness.
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Kitsune could have accepted his fate of leaving Club Bath empty handed. However, being aware of his own carnal needs, he knows that in doing so would leave him restless until he gets what his body really wanted.
Remembering earlier, he noticed this guy seated across him while he chilled-out in the enclosed veranda found on the third floor of the mansion. This guy was shorter than him but he was a proud man nonetheless. Despite wearing a sports cap that somehow enables him to mask his eye movements, Kitsune knows that his eyes were fixed on him. In fact, before he went to have a friendly chat in the sauna, there were many misses that could have been his first and last climactic encounter inside the bath house.
But Kitsune is waiting for someone better to arrive. The guy he is aiming for might just have arrived and is changing his clothes in the locker room downstairs. However, noticing the guy's absolute display of interest by opening his legs wide enough as he sits in front of him, thus exposing his flabby dick partially peeking under his towel, Kitsune knows that he is teasing. It is just a matter of time before his efforts pay off.
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It was getting late and though he enjoyed having a friendly conversation with the guy who offered him a stick of yosi in the veranda, he was getting restless. He took advantage of the dead air between shifting topics and excused himself by telling the friendly guy that he needed a drink.
If only he could tell his acquaintance that he needed to suck a dick.
Kitsune went up to find the guy who flirted with him earlier. Fortunately, he was still standing near the stairs, waiting for his prey to arrive. The moment he saw Kitsune again, they exchanged glances. His looks was not so bad. In fact, he is a dad material. His dark skin and controlled moves suggest that he is one of the straight-acting types. In fact, if pheromones have to do with it, perhaps Kitsune's own chemical fixation is similar to those of the opposite sex.
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In such places, a simple smile may lead to many things such as;
Close and intimate body contact.
Discreet but consummate torrid kisses.
Squeezing of sexual body parts until both partners realize that it was already a free-for-all, sex-crazed lust fest.
They were making out in one of the hidden corners in the maze-corridor of the third floor, but their location would expose them to third parties who might take advantage of their public display of consummation. It was an open field where everyone could just join the fun, but Kitsune does not want to share his partner with a groupie. So in a rare display of initiative, he asked the guy in a sports cap if he is willing to take their mutual offensive to a higher level.
But Kitsune is waiting for someone better to arrive. The guy he is aiming for might just have arrived and is changing his clothes in the locker room downstairs. However, noticing the guy's absolute display of interest by opening his legs wide enough as he sits in front of him, thus exposing his flabby dick partially peeking under his towel, Kitsune knows that he is teasing. It is just a matter of time before his efforts pay off.
---
It was getting late and though he enjoyed having a friendly conversation with the guy who offered him a stick of yosi in the veranda, he was getting restless. He took advantage of the dead air between shifting topics and excused himself by telling the friendly guy that he needed a drink.
If only he could tell his acquaintance that he needed to suck a dick.
Kitsune went up to find the guy who flirted with him earlier. Fortunately, he was still standing near the stairs, waiting for his prey to arrive. The moment he saw Kitsune again, they exchanged glances. His looks was not so bad. In fact, he is a dad material. His dark skin and controlled moves suggest that he is one of the straight-acting types. In fact, if pheromones have to do with it, perhaps Kitsune's own chemical fixation is similar to those of the opposite sex.
---
In such places, a simple smile may lead to many things such as;
Close and intimate body contact.
Discreet but consummate torrid kisses.
Squeezing of sexual body parts until both partners realize that it was already a free-for-all, sex-crazed lust fest.
They were making out in one of the hidden corners in the maze-corridor of the third floor, but their location would expose them to third parties who might take advantage of their public display of consummation. It was an open field where everyone could just join the fun, but Kitsune does not want to share his partner with a groupie. So in a rare display of initiative, he asked the guy in a sports cap if he is willing to take their mutual offensive to a higher level.
"What do you mean," the guy in a sports cap asked.
"Let's do it in one of the cubicles inside the orgy room." Kitsune suggested while gently nibbling the guy's pecs.
With very little hesitation, the guys in a sports cap followed him inside the cubicle where nobody could see them.
In the privacy of their own little space, the real action begins.
He first grabbed Kitsune's head in order to kiss him torridly as if he was willing to eat his mouth entirely.
Kitsune fought back by pinning him against the wooden divider. He kissed him in such a ferocious manner, he almost tore his lips apart.
The guy started his endless barrage of frottage. Kitsune received it between his legs. He then forced his throbbing meat inside Kitsune's throat. Being a good deep throater, he did not have a hard time swallowing it in its entirety.
"Tangina pare ang galing mo!" he said. In fact, blinded by his lust, he turned Kitsune around and aimed his hard pole towards his unsuspecting hole.
"Pwede ba kitang i-fuck?" He asked.
Knowing that it was too much for Kitsune to take such unprotected risk, he politely declined.
So he turned him around again and focused his attention to his big plumpy lips while stroking his cock in breakneck speeds.
"Tol malapit na ako," he advised Kitsune.
"Ako rin sabay tayo pare."
As they reached the point of orgasmic freedom, the sweat dripping from their bodies made the entire scene too kinky to describe in its entirety. In such a very humid and cramped location, with wooden floors filled with cum and spit that kept Kitsune's slippers sliding and disrupting his balance, it finally dawned to him that such moment is bound to pass; that there is no such thing as permanence in such a casual setting.
And no matter how intimate and consummate they had become to one another, and no matter how his partner complemented him for his abilities as a pleasure-giving person. In the end, what really mattered is the achievement of an orgasm.
He was there to be used up and use someone for his own carnal needs.
Kitsune came shortly after the guy in a sports cap nearly missed his partner's legs. He was lucky, he does not need to use his extra-towel to wipe a stranger's cum that hit a part of his body. Unfortunately, with Kitsune saving all his man-juice just for this single shot moment, his orgasm directly hit not only his partner's legs but his torso as well to the guy's disgust and brief disappointment.
"Argh! Bakit mo sakin sinabog ang tamod mo tol?" the guy protested, as he backed off from Kitsune's control.
"Sino ba kasi ang nagsabing sumandal ka sakin habang nilalabasan ako?" Kitsune slyly answered, feeling victorious of hitting someone with his own cum.
Tired and panting, they both leaned their arms to one another's shoulders. They both had fun, knowing they met their almost perfect match. For Kitsune, despite the fact that this was not the end of the cornering for him, he felt quite satisfied that he never wasted his cum in a wrong encounter. As for the other guy, he later admitted that he was just waiting for him to make the first move. It seemed like they were just waiting for each other's queue to attack.
"So pang-ilan mo ako ngayon dito?" Asked the guy wearing a sports cap as they walked downstairs going to the shower room.
"Pang-isa at pang-huli." Kitsune replied with pride in his eyes.
"Bakit, andami naman jan ah. Kanina pa nga kita nakikitang paikot ikot eh."
"Wala namang deserving eh." As he mentioned these words, the first guy he encountered in the club suddenly appeared from nowhere and passed in front of them. When he heard Kitsune's remark, his face showed disgust at him.
"Talaga?"
"Yeah, ikaw bahala kung ayaw mo maniwala." Kitsune insisted.
"Nakakatawa kasi nagsayang ako ng dalawang oras dito kakahanap kung sino ang magiging ka-trip ko, ikaw lang pala ang hinihintay ko."
They parted ways in the locker room, never to see each other again.
"Let's do it in one of the cubicles inside the orgy room." Kitsune suggested while gently nibbling the guy's pecs.
With very little hesitation, the guys in a sports cap followed him inside the cubicle where nobody could see them.
In the privacy of their own little space, the real action begins.
He first grabbed Kitsune's head in order to kiss him torridly as if he was willing to eat his mouth entirely.
Kitsune fought back by pinning him against the wooden divider. He kissed him in such a ferocious manner, he almost tore his lips apart.
The guy started his endless barrage of frottage. Kitsune received it between his legs. He then forced his throbbing meat inside Kitsune's throat. Being a good deep throater, he did not have a hard time swallowing it in its entirety.
"Tangina pare ang galing mo!" he said. In fact, blinded by his lust, he turned Kitsune around and aimed his hard pole towards his unsuspecting hole.
"Pwede ba kitang i-fuck?" He asked.
Knowing that it was too much for Kitsune to take such unprotected risk, he politely declined.
So he turned him around again and focused his attention to his big plumpy lips while stroking his cock in breakneck speeds.
"Tol malapit na ako," he advised Kitsune.
"Ako rin sabay tayo pare."
As they reached the point of orgasmic freedom, the sweat dripping from their bodies made the entire scene too kinky to describe in its entirety. In such a very humid and cramped location, with wooden floors filled with cum and spit that kept Kitsune's slippers sliding and disrupting his balance, it finally dawned to him that such moment is bound to pass; that there is no such thing as permanence in such a casual setting.
And no matter how intimate and consummate they had become to one another, and no matter how his partner complemented him for his abilities as a pleasure-giving person. In the end, what really mattered is the achievement of an orgasm.
He was there to be used up and use someone for his own carnal needs.
Kitsune came shortly after the guy in a sports cap nearly missed his partner's legs. He was lucky, he does not need to use his extra-towel to wipe a stranger's cum that hit a part of his body. Unfortunately, with Kitsune saving all his man-juice just for this single shot moment, his orgasm directly hit not only his partner's legs but his torso as well to the guy's disgust and brief disappointment.
"Argh! Bakit mo sakin sinabog ang tamod mo tol?" the guy protested, as he backed off from Kitsune's control.
"Sino ba kasi ang nagsabing sumandal ka sakin habang nilalabasan ako?" Kitsune slyly answered, feeling victorious of hitting someone with his own cum.
Tired and panting, they both leaned their arms to one another's shoulders. They both had fun, knowing they met their almost perfect match. For Kitsune, despite the fact that this was not the end of the cornering for him, he felt quite satisfied that he never wasted his cum in a wrong encounter. As for the other guy, he later admitted that he was just waiting for him to make the first move. It seemed like they were just waiting for each other's queue to attack.
"So pang-ilan mo ako ngayon dito?" Asked the guy wearing a sports cap as they walked downstairs going to the shower room.
"Pang-isa at pang-huli." Kitsune replied with pride in his eyes.
"Bakit, andami naman jan ah. Kanina pa nga kita nakikitang paikot ikot eh."
"Wala namang deserving eh." As he mentioned these words, the first guy he encountered in the club suddenly appeared from nowhere and passed in front of them. When he heard Kitsune's remark, his face showed disgust at him.
"Talaga?"
"Yeah, ikaw bahala kung ayaw mo maniwala." Kitsune insisted.
"Nakakatawa kasi nagsayang ako ng dalawang oras dito kakahanap kung sino ang magiging ka-trip ko, ikaw lang pala ang hinihintay ko."
They parted ways in the locker room, never to see each other again.
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