Getting Down to Business

“Discomfort Zone”

Wait, what the fuck have I gotten into? I asked myself. 

I was a top, but here I was, naked on my back on a cot in a private room deep in a Chicago bathhouse. My knees were pulled up to my chest and my asshole was pointed at the ceiling. A tall businessman type stood naked in front of me, unrolling a condom down what appeared to be every bit of seven inches of thick cock. He snapped the rubber into place at the base in his tangle of dark brown pubes. 

How did this happen? I thought again as he moved between my splayed legs, seconds away from plundering my tender cunt… 

Three hours earlier…

Chad pushed open the door to the Lucky Horseshoe gay bar and we went in. There were probably twenty guys in the front room but there were a couple of open seats on one corner of the U-shaped bar top. We sat down and he looked around to get his bearings since this was his first time in the place. The bartenders were all cute young guys with tight shirts and tighter jeans. You could practically see the pulse throbbing in their cocks through the denim. There was a small platform in the middle of the U with pulsing lights set into its base. A muscular Latino guy in a miniscule G-string was dancing on the platform and every once in a while a guy would come up an put a few bills in the waistband.

We ordered drinks from a super-cute blond bartender. We were here for some liquid courage before moving on to the night’s main event – a trip to the Steamworks bathhouse down the street for some anonymous dick and ass. I’d had quite a time convincing Chad to go. He’s my co-worker and fuck buddy and he’s definitely into sex, even some kinky stuff, but he can also be a little reserved and modest when it comes to strangers.

It was his birthday and he’d had to come to Chicago on business. I’d convinced him to stay on for the weekend and let me fly up to meet him to celebrate. He’d never been to a bathhouse, while I’d experimented in cities all over the country. The Steamworks in Chicago was by far the best one I’d ever visited and I filled Chad’s head full of stories of my exploits there. I was finally able to convince him by appealing to his voyeuristic side – he likes to watch and I assured him he’d have ample opportunity to look to his heart’s content. Privately, I planned to make sure that he also participated plenty. It wasn’t going to be any trouble to find willing guys because Chad is a magnificent specimen. He’s 35 but looks like he’s in his twenties, just under six feet tall with a trim runner’s body and black hair with stunning blue eyes. He also has one of the best bubble asses you’ve ever laid your eyes – or hand, or mouth, or dick if you’re lucky – on. I’m 5’10” and 180 pounds with nice legs, dark red hair, and great skin. I’m pushing 40 hard but can still easily pass for several years younger. So I do OK, but Chad is special.

The hot bartender came back over and we ordered a couple of shots. I could tell my hormones were rising because when he turned to get the shot glasses, I had a vivid mental picture of yanking down his jeans and tongue-fucking his pink asshole. My dick twitched in my jeans and I began to really look forward to the action to come.

Chad and I clinked shot glasses and downed the tequila. 

“So,” he asked. “What are the rules tonight?”

We’re very close, but that doesn’t mean we don’t play separately sometimes. But we have specific rules including telling each other everything about any other guys we mess around with. 

I thought for a minute. “I have two. One, we each have to cum with at least one other guy. And two, we arrive together and we leave together. No slipping off to some hot stud’s apartment,” I grinned.

“Deal,” he laughed. We left some cash on the bar and stood to leave. On the way out, I went up to the dancer in the tiny G-string. I pulled out a five and held it up. He moved over close to me and bucked his hips at me, pointing his crotch in my direction. The black pouch on the front just barely contained his hog. I folded the bill and tucked it into the waist band right near the front. I let my fingers stay just a second longer and felt the slight stubble where he had shaved his pubes. The dancer nodded at me and turned to let me get a close-up view of his tight ass, then strutted to the other end of his small stage. 

We went outside into the chilly air and walked the couple of blocks to Steamworks. It was getting near midnight on a Friday, so I figured the action would be heating up inside. I could tell Chad was a little nervous, so I rubbed his shoulder a second as I opened the door for him and we went into the little lobby where you pay your entry fee. I paid for both of us (it was his birthday, after all) and we got our towels and locker keys. 

We went into the locker area and undressed, stashing our clothes in our assigned lockers. I figured we could always upgrade to a private room later if we needed. We started down the hall into the main rooms when I noticed Chad was wrapping his towel around his waist. I reached out and grabbed the spot where he had tucked the towel into itself to hold it in place.

“Nope,” I said. “You gotta let the boys see the merchandise.” I pulled the towel away and he stood there nude, with his beautifully circumcised penis hanging over his smooth shaved balls beneath the thick knot of his black bush.

“Is that a third rule you didn’t tell me about?”

“Everyone out there will be letting their cocks swing free,” I told him as I put the towel over his shoulder. We continued down the hallway until we emerged into the wet area of the club, with a large hot tub, a shower area, and a tiled, dark, curving walkway with plenty of little alcoves where the guys got to know each other a little better. There were about 15 guys milling around, most tugging on their dicks, and a half dozen in the hot tub. In the shower area, a guy in his 20s was going down on a man in his 40s. Chad’s eyes locked on that couple and he started to move that way to get a better view. 

The older guy had a thick, long cock that curved significantly to the right. The younger one was working the entire shaft and following the curve by shifting his head as he went up and down the length. The older guy had a completely smooth pubic area and he ran his hand back and forth over his baldness as he got blown. I noticed Chad’s cock was starting to plump up as he watched the two of them going at it. The older guy seemed to be getting close and a bit of an audience was building.

I noticed a young kid, college-age maybe, watching the show from a corner but also stealing glances at Chad and me. He was a good-looking dude, with shiny blond hair and a baby face. He was built kind of like a tight-end, with an athletic, muscular build with a thick chest. His body was completely hairless except for a little patch of blond hair above his fully-erect dick. His member was shorter, but thick with a big mushroom head. He seemed particularly focused in on Chad, who had popped a hard-on watching the blowjob reach its finish. The older guy pulled out of the younger one’s mouth and fisted his slick dick for a few strokes, then a chunky load flew out the curved end of his sausage and hit the younger guy in the nose and chin. 

The guys who had been watching started to move away in search of their next show or encounter. I tapped Chad on the shoulder. “Follow me,” I said, then led him in the direction of the tiled walkway with all the dark corners. I made eye contact with the kid and subtly nodded my head in our direction. I had plans for this guy.

Chad and I made our way along the path, past some couples grinding against each other or giving each other oral attention. It was warm and steamy back here, with water dripping down the mosaic tile walls. We came to an empty little alcove with a bench and I stopped him there.

“What are you up to?” he asked.

“Hold on a sec. I think you have a fan.”

We waited a few seconds and the kid came into view, looking for us in the darkness. He walked up and stood in front of us, his eyes zeroing in on our hard cocks. I reached out and got a grip on his prick and stroked him a little and he sighed. 

“You want to suck his dick?” I asked him, nodding at Chad. “You want to taste that meat?”

“Y-yes,” he stuttered. 

“Then get on your knees and go to work,” I told him. 

Chad looked at me with a small smile on his face. I had guessed the kid had a little submissive streak and I was working it. He fell to his knees and took Chad’s pole in his left hand and looked at it a minute. I didn’t blame him; it was six inches long with a smooth, fairly thick shaft and a perfect helmet head. The kid moved in and took Chad’s glans in his mouth, then continued down the length.

“Work his piss slit with your tongue,” I advised. “He loves that.” 

The kid complied and began to concentrate on the head. Chad made a low sound in his throat and I knew he was loving it. I had reason to know that particular move made him crazy; he had a sensitive slit. He also leaked a lot of pre and I loved tasting his dick syrup straight from the source when we played together. The kid was pole smoking like a champ, then one of his hands reached out and started to stroke Chad’s foot. My buddy recognized there was probably a little fetish there, so he lifted the foot slightly and rubbed it over the kid’s shaft and balls, which sent the cocksucker into overdrive. Chad held onto the wall with one hand and closed his eyes. I could tell he was really into the blowjob when he started bucking his hips a little. I started jerking while I was watching this and my own pre gave me a nice few pearls of lube.

After a couple of minutes, Chad put his foot back on the floor and took the kid by the ears and began to face-fuck him. The kid gripped Chad’s buns and got his nose down in that black bush. A few pumps later, Chad grunted and slowed down for a second, then pushed his cock back into the kid’s mouth, emptying his nuts. I knew from experience that he shot torrential loads and sure enough, the kid soon began to gag a little and some globs of cream spilled out of his mouth and ran down his neck. As Chad pulled out and sat back on the bench, momentarily spent from his orgasm, I moved into his place and began to smack my cock back and forth across the kid’s smooth cheeks. Chad’s goo was still on his lips as I put my dick between them and he gobbled my length. I let him slob my knob for a couple of minutes (it felt great), then I saw that my buddy was getting to half-staff after his cum blast. It was time for the final step in my plan for the kid. I wanted to push the envelope on his submissiveness just a little more.

I pulled out of his mouth and guided him to his feet. I turned him towards the tiled wall. “We got one more thing for you. It’s gonna be warm and wet. I bet you’ll like it.”

I looked at Chad. “Piss on his ass,” I said. The kid’s head snapped up. That wasn’t exactly what he was expecting and Chad was a little surprised too. But I knew he was intrigued with water sports, since he loved to watch me take a leak and we would often piss together when we went on hikes or jogs in the woods, letting our streams cross or seeing who could fill an empty water bottle fastest. 

The kid looked over his shoulder at Chad, a little uncertainty but also curiosity and lust in his eyes. Chad started to stand and the kid put his right forearm against the wall with his head resting on it and thrust his backside out a little, giving implicit permission. Chad stood a few inches behind him and held his penis in his left hand, pointing it at his target. I figured the cocktails we’d had earlier would be fuel for a nice bladder bath. The kid had started to pump his dick with his left hand, showing that lust had won out over doubt, and I resumed beating my rock-hard meat. Then Chad’s yellow stream started to flow. It hit the kid in the small of his back and pooled just a bit before spilling down the valley between his plump smooth cheeks, which were solid as granite. The piss continued to run down his legs and his lower back half was nicely soaked by the time Chad’s flow tapered off. Just as he finished, the kid spasmed and grunted as he came, splattering streaks of jizz on the tile. I figured we had made quite a mess for the housekeeping crew, but hey, this was a dark corner of a bathhouse. This was probably the one hundredth nastiest thing that had gone on back here.

Chad shook his peter off and looked at his handiwork. I slapped the kid on his meaty, wet ass. “Thanks, bud. You’re a good time.” We turned and made our way out of the area, leaving the kid panting and piss-splattered.

“Holy shit, that was crazy,” said Chad as we emerged into the main hot tub area.

“Just another night at the bathhouse,” I told him. We wandered over to an area called the corral, which was a wide open floor area with a walkway raised about three feet with a single railing. Guys who stood at the walkway railing had their dicks at eye level with anyone on the main floor who had an interest in giving a blowjob. See a dick you like, swallow that motherfucker down. 

There were a couple of guys at the railing at the moment, but no one particularly interesting. But one guy milling around the lower part caught my eye and my dick jerked in appreciation. I was still hard from the scene with the kid and I hadn’t shot a wad yet. Standing at the corner of the floor area was a very handsome Asian guy, probably in his early thirties. He had beautiful almond eyes, a strong jaw, thick jet-black hair, and a smooth chest with perfect little brown nipples. His lower half was in shadow, so I couldn’t see below his waist very well but I definitely wanted to complete the picture

I have a thing for Asian men. I think it started in high school with a guy named David. I went to a very white suburban high school where there were only a few Black guys. David was the only Asian and one year I had gym class the same period as him. I was fascinated by his skin tone and the straight, fine black hair at the base of his cock. But what intrigued me most was his foreskin. He had the only uncut cock I’d ever seen and I had a tough time in the gym showers not popping a boner as I tried to get good long looks at his turtleneck so I could remember every detail as I whacked off at home later. 

I moved closer to the guy in the corner who had my full attention. My cock was sticking straight out and his eyes locked on it as I stopped next to him. He wasn’t shy and reached out to stroke me while I looked down now that I could check out his goods. His bush was thick at the center of his pubis and gradually thinned out towards his hips. His shaft arced out from his body over his balls and then pointed straight down. I could tell he was uncut even though he was now starting to plump up. He didn’t have as much of a hood as David, but it was still hot as fuck. He moved out of the corner and started to walk past me. “Follow me,” he said in a low voice and headed towards the hallway that led to the private rooms.

Chad was standing nearby in the center of a group of three other guys who were alternately stroking his chest, cock, and ass. He had seen what was happening and gave me a knowing smile, since he knew I had a taste for Asian. He broke from the group long enough to step over to me, slap my left buttcheek and whisper, “Go get a slice of that.” He then returned to his new friends, who resumed worshiping his body.

I followed my target into the narrow, dark hallway that led into a rabbit warren of small rooms. He had nice tight little buns with just enough shake as he walked. He turned a couple of corners, then unlocked a room on a corner and let me follow him inside. It was barely big enough to hold the small cot and the two of us standing next to it. The lighting was very low and the club’s music was a little muted in here. Mixed in with the beats, we could hear the grunting, squeaking, moaning, and slapping skin of multiple fuck sessions going on up and down the hallway.

I dropped to my knees to explore my host’s nice piece of spicy Asian sausage up close. He was fully erect by now, with a little over five inches pointing up at an angle and capped with a mushroom head. His foreskin was retracted, but I worked it forward with my hand so I could watch it slide back over his glans. He was starting to get a little slick with anticipation, so I took him in my mouth and ran my tongue around his foreskin while he ran his fingers through my hair. I worked my mouth down his shaft and took in the clean, soapy scent of his pubes. He tasted amazing and I had vivid mental flashbacks of David in the shower and how much I would have loved to swallow his meat. I worked up a rhythm as I moved my mouth up and down his length. 

After a couple of minutes, he pulled out and said, “Don’t make me cum yet, baby. I want to cum with your cock in my ass.” With that, he turned and picked up a small bottle of lube from the bed. He opened it and squirted a glob onto his fingers, then reached between his legs and spread it over his hole. He handed me the bottle and turned around, bracing himself with his hands on the cot and his ready little ass pointed at me. I took a moment to admire his dark pink pucker, then worked my middle finger into him. His manpussy was tight but pliant, so I quickly added my forefinger to my probings. He began to buck his hips and moan a little, so I knew he was ready for more.  

My cock was so hard it hurt, so I quickly lubed up and prepared to enter him. I hoped I wouldn’t cum on the first thrust because I was so turned on my ears were ringing. I moved into position behind him, lined up my cock, and pressed his button. I pushed the head in and waited a moment for him to adjust as he shifted his hips. This wasn’t his first rodeo, because he was quickly ready to take my full six inches of thick meat. I began to thrust and withdraw, thrust and withdraw, as that amazing sensation of fucking an experienced bottom who rings your bell began to make my entire body tingle. 

“Fuck yeah, pound me with that thick cock. Fuck, baby, it feels so good!” He continued moaning with lust and I gave him a reach-around, with some of the lube still on my fingers getting his dick nice and slick. I continued a steady fucking, with our balls occasionally meeting on my inward thrusts. “Fuck me goddamn hard!” he yelled. “Use my fucking ass!” 

Always wanting to please, I did as he ordered. I took my hand off his dick and grabbed him by the hips and began to maraud his ass. I slammed into him as hard as I could, practically bruising my hips on his tailbone. He began to stroke his own cock and started making those I’m-gonna-cum grunts, which was music to my ears because I was aching to shoot a load that had been building since cocktail hour at the bar. With a final roar, he launched sperm into his fist and I got a whiff of his bleachy scent. That pushed me over the edge and I geysered my load deep into him in five toe-curling spasms. After that, we held onto each other for a few seconds, panting. 

“That was fucking incredible,” I told him.

“Hell yes. I’ll be walking bowlegged for a week,” he answered. 

We said our good-byes, which in a bathhouse consists of muttering, “Thanks” as you either find somewhere to rest or go in search of your next partner. 

I wandered back out into the main area to see if Chad was around. He was sitting in the hot tub, relaxing with his eyes closed. I climbed the few stairs and slid into the tub and moved next to him. 

“Have fun with your fan club?” I asked.

“I did. Did you live out your fantasy?”

“And how.”

“We’ll have to trade the stories later. Because I know one more thing I want for my birthday,” Chad said, with a wicked gleam in his eye.

“What’s that?”

He hesitated a moment, then said, “I want to watch you get fucked.”

…And that is how I ended up on my back in the private room with a cock zeroing in on my ass. The tall, handsome businessman-type was one of the guys Chad had played with. Chad found him particularly attractive and his devilish side had shifted into overdrive as he set up this scene. He and I had played several rounds of sexual truth or dare over the past few months, but this was definitely the most outrageous dare. 

My soon-to-be top got between my legs and lined up on the runway. Chad stood nearby, masturbating intensely as he watched me preparing to be taken. His tip was bright red from friction.

I felt a little pressure of condom-covered dick on my lubed pucker, then a cock burst through my assring.

“Fucking Christ!” I gasped as a telephone pole went up my ass.

Now, I’m not a bottom virgin. Chad and I have taken turns doing anal and I’ve bent over a few times for guys while cruising college bathrooms or forest trails. But they were mostly guys with smaller cocks and with Chad, we took our time. This guy was by far the thickest unit I’d ever taken and he was not moving slow or stopping to ask if I was OK. He was basically using my colon as a fleshlight to get his nut. I did all the tricks, relaxing my muscles as much as I could and concentrating on watching Chad fist his meat for all he was worth. It still felt like I might split in half, but there was something about being used as a fucktoy that was hot. 

Probably for the best, my ass-vandal didn’t last very long. After a couple of minutes, his eyes rolled back and he let out a long, guttural sound as his cock throbbed inside me and I could tell he was cumming. This was the first time anyone had ever shot their load while in my ass and I kind of enjoyed it. At that moment, Chad sprayed his load in a hot fan across my belly. The business guy pulled out of me with an audible pop and took the condom off, dropping it into a small wastebasket. He gave us a little salute and ducked out the door. 

My asshole was burning and my cockhead was tender from overuse tonight. Chad knelt down beside me and kissed me. His tender, moist lips were like a magic balm and the discomfort in my lower regions began to melt away.

“Thanks for the birthday present,” he said with a little chuckle.

“No problem. But you should remember one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“My birthday’s in a few weeks.”