Steamworks

This story is a work of fiction. It is a gay bondage fantasy, which is not based on real life. Any resemblance, therefore, to anyone living or dead is purely accidental. Furthermore, this story depicts males on male sexual practices; stop reading now if you are offended by this.

All characters depicted in this story are willing participants in all the scenes they appear in. No one was coerced or paid to appear in this story.

In no way do the practices and themes depicted in this story reflect the author’s beliefs or sexual practices. If you choose to act out scenes from this story, please do it responsibly. Always practice safe sex; you owe it not only to yourself but to your sexual partners. If you think you have injured yourself or think you have contracted a sexual disease, or have any other health concerns. Would you please consult with a health professional?

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So, once again we find ourselves in another quasi-lockdown, so I decided to dust off another old story and revamp it to post here and try to help you wile away the hours. It is also to help distract you from wanting the next chapter of my new stories, and give me a bit of breathing space, so I hope you enjoy.

Finding my feet

After the kid left, I went back to the bar for a drink, chatted with Franc, and watched the passing parade of new arrivals. I’d fucked the kid three times, so I wasn’t as desperate to have sex with someone, so I could afford to be a bit choosey. Then HE came to reception, my next fuck. I waited until he signed in and was let into the locker room and bided my time until I could just ‘accidentally’ walk in on him as he’d almost finished changing.

I finished my drink and walked into the locker room just as he was going to wrap the loincloth around himself. He had his back to me, so I had an uninterrupted view of his back and great arse. His arse wasn’t as big as I’d have really liked, but the rest of him was not too bad; he clearly worked out or was a builder of some descript, or if I was fortunate, a combination of the both. I walked up to him and forced my hand between his very muscly arse cheeks as I reached around and grabbed his cock. He spun around, well as much as he could under the circumstances, effectively pulling my hand out from between his arse cheeks. So, with that hand now free, I reached up, cupping my hand behind his head and pulled him into a very passionate kiss, even if I do say so myself. He was horny; I wasn’t quite so. He’s reasonably good looking. I’m incredibly so, even if I do say so myself. We went downstairs and found an empty cubicle; I pushed him in so that he sprawled over the padded bench, face down, just the way I wanted him, really. But I reached down and flipped him over, and covering his mouth with my own; I proceeded to force my tongue as far into his mouth and down his throat as I could get it. It took him a while, but he began to return my kiss, just as passionately, just as forcibly. While we were lipped locked, I reached down and found that he had a raging hard-on, and the head was slippery with his pre-cum. I broke off the kiss just long enough to smear the pre-cum over his lips, and I forced my fingers into his mouth, forcing him to lick and suck them clean. Before I pulled my fingers out of his mouth and locked lips again, I went back to kissing him passionately, forcefully. Then, as now, the taste of his pre-cum heightened my arousal and my senses with it.

Somewhat reluctantly, I broke off the kiss and, standing over him, I pulled his head up off the bench and force-fed him my aching cock, that I could feel pulsing with every beat of my heart. I rammed my cock balls deep into his mouth and throat and held him there with his nose buried as deep into my pubes as I could get him. I loved the feeling of his throat spasming around my cock; it felt like his throat was milking my cock and doing a mighty damn good job of it too. I didn’t let him up to draw breath until he started to try and punch me to get my cock out of his mouth. Then, and only then, did I ease up enough for him to let my cock out of his throat enough to draw breath. Then, while he was still coughing and choking on his own phlegm, I forced my cock back down his throat, only this time I didn’t hold him there; I began to force fuck his throat, and fuck, it felt great. Not that wimpy little fuck I’d done with the kid earlier, no, this was real man on man action. I pushed and pulled his head up and down my cock, until I felt him take over, and I let him suck on my cock, until I felt my balls pull up to my abdomen. Once again, I held his head with his nose buried deep in my pubes while I shot my load of cum directly into his stomach.

He laid on the bench trying to catch his breath while I collapsed on top of him, trying to catch mine. When I could stand up again, I pushed him down the bench enough to give myself a little room. I put my left foot upon the bench between the wall and his face, I moved my arse over until it was over the top of his face, and planted my arse lips on his lips and felt him drive his tongue up into my arse, and fuck he has a magic tongue. He actually had me moaning. I had to lift my ball sack off his nose so that the poor bastard could breathe. When I had had enough, I stood up, forcing his tongue out of my arse; I flipped him on the bench and lifted his hips in the air. I stood on top of the bench and drove my cock into his exposed hole and began fuckin’ him, and god, if I thought he had a magic mouth, it was nothing compared to his hole. I could feel his anal muscles contracting and releasing all along the length of my cock, and it seemed as though his chute was trying to draw more of my cock into itself. I tried to hold out, to make this last, but fuckin’ the kid earlier, and this guy’s magic mouth and chute, all combined to push me over the top, and I shot my load deep in his bowels.

I collapsed onto the bench and pulled the guy into a bear hug; we laid there, side by side, while I caught my breath. I must have nodded off as I was woken by my cock trying to force his arse cheeks apart as it tried to get to his hole desperately, as it was getting ready to shoot yet another load of cum. Then, finally, I felt him push back on my cock, so he was clearly ready for another round, it only took a couple of tries for my cock to find his opening, and we were off. But it seemed like no time at all, and I was offloading another load of cum up his battered arse.

I pushed him off the bench onto the floor. Grabbed my loincloth, and without looking back, or so much as a thank you mam, I exited the cubicle. Had a shower and went upstairs and got dressed.

I said goodnight to Franc as I handed him my key back and walked off into the night.

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I watched the ‘pansy’ walking in front of me as I turned onto Lonsdale St; just as he almost walked in the door of Steamworks, a guy walked out of the shop next door. So, the ‘pansy’ just kept walking, and mentally I said ‘fuck it’ to the guy walking towards us as I turned into the door of Steamworks and laughed to myself as I saw the ‘pansy’ walking off up the hill. Knowing he was going to have to circle back for another go at getting in the front door unnoticed.

I took the steps two at a time and was almost at reception when I heard the buzzer of the front door go, and I marvelled at how quickly the ‘pansy’ must have circled back and found the coast clear enough to get in the door. As I was being let through to the change rooms, I could hear him just make the landing at reception. I thought I heard someone call but wasn’t too sure over the music blaring over the sound system. The door slammed behind me, and I went and got changed. I was just starting to pull down my jocks when I heard the door release go, so I turned around, so my back was to the door, and very slowly peeled my jocks off over my arse. I wanted whoever it was to be able to get a good look at my hole and balls; I wanted them to want more of what they could see. Ok, I admit it, I do have a bit of exhibitionism in me; let’s face I do love it. But I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt someone’s hands on my waist and could feel their hot breath on my hole.

Fuck, I almost shot my first load when I felt his tongue tentatively exploring my very musty hole. I grabbed my ankles and let him at it. I could see he was fully dressed through my legs, and I figured he must have been the guy who followed me up the stairs; I could tell by the clothes he was wearing that he wasn’t the ‘pansy’ I saw trying to get in the front door. By now, the guy had grown in his boldness, and I could feel his tongue as it separated my arse lips and began to drill my hole in earnest, and fuck, I was in heaven. I have to confess that this has always been a fantasy of mine, me totally naked being used by someone who’s fully clothed so that there was nothing I could do to the guy who was ravishing me in return. All I could do was be his plaything and give myself over to the sensations he was drawing from my very submissive body. Don’t get me wrong here; I’m not a bottom by any stretch of the imagination; I love being the top, the aggressor, but this, this scene where a clothed guy is using me, has to be my greatest fantasy. The one I beat off to the most.

With all of his work in my hole, I was beginning to go weak in the knees, so I took a tentative step forward, and the guy behind me stayed glued to my hole. So, I made my way slowly over to the bench, with him still hoovering out my hole, where I was able to lean forward and rest my upper body on my outstretched arms. I stood hunched over on the bench, moaning for all I was worth. Before I realised what was happening, my cock spewed its first load of cum all over the bench. The guy stopped working my hole and grabbed me by the hips to help me keep my feet. When I’d recovered enough to support my own weight, he pushed his head through my legs and proceeded to lick all my cooling cum from off the bench, much to the delight of the audience I didn’t realise we had. When he’d finished cleaning the bench, he pulled back out from between my legs. I turned around and grabbed him under his armpits and pulled him up; and was just about to plant a big kiss on his lips when I got a look of his face and stopped dead in my tracks.

You can’t believe my surprise when I discovered it was the kid from the other day. I just stood and stared at him. I watched him as he reached up and entwined his fingers in my hair; he pulled me down into a very passionate kiss that I had no trouble returning whatsoever. He broke the kiss off and went over and picked up his towel and stuff from off the floor. But I wasn’t ready to let the service go unpaid. So, when he’d picked his stuff up off the floor, I took his locker key off him and unlocked it; I hung his towel and loincloth over the door, then I turned and faced him. This time I kissed him, tentatively at first, but then our kisses grew stronger. While we were lip-locked, I reached down and grabbed the hem of his top and slowly slid it up his torso, and we only broke our kiss-off so I could get his top over his head. We instantly locked lips again as I reached down and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and slid it up his torso. Where, again, we had to break off our kiss so that I could remove his t-shirt.

But this time, I didn’t kiss him again; instead, I pushed him down onto the bench, and I knelt, still naked, in front of him; and removed his shoes and socks. I stood up and put them in his locker with his other clothes. I turned back to him, and he tried to grab hold of my cock again, but I was too quick for him this time; besides, I was in control of this scenario, not him. I knelt in front of him and undid his belt and the top button of his jeans. Then still kneeling in front of him, I got him to stand up and grabbed his zip with my teeth. I slowly pulled it down. To wolf whistles and shouts of encouragement from our growing audience. I grabbed one flap of his loose jeans with my teeth and slowly pulled them down to the ground while his cock jumped out at full mast and tented his jocks obscenely. He stepped out of his jeans and now only stood in front of everyone in nothing but his jocks. I laughed to myself, without allowing anything to show on my face; he obviously still wasn’t self-conscious enough with his dress sense to buy better clothes. Not that it mattered too much, he wasn’t going to be wearing them for much longer.

Again, to our audiences’ great pleasure, which they continued to express lustily, I licked his cock and balls through the material, and getting more than a hint and a taste of old piss, and thought he was going to cum on the spot. But, instead, I grabbed the band of his jocks with my teeth, with a growing wet patch, and pulled them out over his cock and pulled them down his legs; and felt a drop of pre-cum land on my neck.

I hung his jocks on a coat hanger so they might dry a bit before he had to put them back on. I turned back to him and swallowed his cock in one go, deep throating it right down to the root. Now I could only hear the sounds of his moans. I’d blocked everyone else out. We were the only two people in the whole world who counted now. I pulled back off his cock, but just long enough to grab a breath before I plunged down on his cock again and was rewarded by the shudder that I felt pass through his body. I picked up the pace, and it wasn’t too long before the feeling of his hot cum rewarded me as he shot his first load down my willing throat. He collapsed onto the bench before I could catch him to the thunderous applause of our very appreciative audience.

While he sat there catching his breath, I looked around at our audience and saw we had a good mixture of clothed, semi-naked, and naked guys standing around. So while we were having sex right there in front of everyone, more than half of our audience were either wanking themselves or just rubbing their cocks, or someone else’s cock through their pants, loincloths, or whatever.

As we were both naked now anyway, I grabbed our towels, locked our lockers, and took him by the hand; I led the way downstairs. We found an empty cubicle, and I pulled him inside; I pushed the door closed and bolted it. I slammed him up against the wall and, pinning his hands above his head, kissed him long and deep. While still pinning his hands above his head, I reached down and grabbed his thickening cock; I mashed it and his balls with my hand. Finally, I let him go and roughly turned him around and rammed my cock up his arse while he was trapped against the wall with my body. I banged into his arse until I cum again; with a primal yell, I was sure he joined me in. When my cock slid out of his arse, we pulled apart, and I sat on the bench leaning back against the wall, “so, how are you?”

He laughed as he sat down on the other edge of the bench and leaned back against his wall, “I’m fine, thanks for asking.”

“So, do you want to tell me what that was all about,” I asked, waving my hand above my head, “not that I’m complaining, and I really don’t mind putting on a show either...”

“Um, yeah, sorry ’bout that...”

Well, you were lucky to find me here today...”

“Um, well, actually...”

“What?”

“Um, I’ve been waiting across the road in front of the old Argus building, hoping to see you again.”

“What...?” I asked, a bit alarmed.

“Oh, no,” he said as he held up his hands, “it’s not like I’m stalking you or anything...well, guess I was kinda.” Although he did manage to look embarrassed at that, I could see his face flame bright red even in this low light. “It’s just that you were the first guy I’ve ever had sex with, well, actually you’re the first person I’ve ever had sex with, and I just wanted to have sex with you again....”

He started to stand up, “I’ll just go, then I suppose, and you can find someone else, maybe not so ‘creepy’”

I reached out and grabbed his hand before he got off the bench totally, “now hang on a sec. I didn’t say I didn’t want to have sex with you...I guess, in a way, I am kinda flattered that you’d go to so much effort just to have sex with me again. I mean, I’m used to guys trying to make a second ‘date’ with me here, but I just don’t do that. Sure, there are the odd one or two guys I keep bumping into occasionally, and we might hook up, but I’m not looking for a boyfriend or anyone to have sex with regularly. I’m just not that kinda guy. I’m sorry... But now that you’re here. And we’ve already had sex twice. And fuck, the first one was awesome. I mean, you learnt really quick, didn’t you!”

“I’ve been watching a bit of porn, well ads for porn actually, and picked up a few things I’d like to try out,” he said, looking at the floor.

I reached out and cupped his chin and lifted his head, “so what else did you learn that you wanted to try?”

He scooted across the bench and kissed me and got me to lay on the bed so we could 69, and I must say his cock sucking ability had improved markedly. When I’d had enough, I flipped us and manhandled him onto his knees so I could get to his hole. I inserted one finger and was pleased to feel he wasn’t quite as tight as the first time. I worked a second finger up his arse and was rewarded with his low throaty moans, and he’s starting to fuck himself on my fingers. It was a bit much for me, so I pulled out my fingers, only to replace them with my cock. I lined the head of my cock up with his arse hole and applied a little pressure. I could feel him pushing against me, and he relaxed his sphincter just enough for me to force my cock in, and then it slid in nicely, just like a knife through soft butter. I heard his quick intake of air as I plunged my cock all the way in right up to the hilt.

I kept it there until I felt his arse muscles accommodate the intrusion, and then I started to very slowly withdraw my cock. But this time, I didn’t wait before plunging it back in again. I picked up the pace until I was fuckin’ his arse in earnest, and once again, I shot my load up his poop chute and collapsed on top of him, and he collapsed onto the bench.

When I’d recovered, I pulled out of his arse with a very satisfying squelching sound. I kissed him as I left and thanked him for the fuck.

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I know I promised I wouldn’t try to meet up with him again, but I just don’t know if I can go in alone. Oh, I know, I did the first time, but I ran into him and, fuck, I’m so glad I did. I wanted to lose my virginity, I mean, that’s why I went to Steamworks in the first place. Oh, I know what you’re thinking. Sure, I’m under-aged at 16yrs of age, and yes, as far as the law of the land is concerned, it is statutory rape, but no one else wanted me. Well, ok, that’s strictly not true. I was just too scared of being hurt. But I so wanted someone to fuck me. Anyone. I didn’t care. I just wanted to have sex.

I’d been to a couple of gay clubs trying to get ‘picked up’ or to pick someone up. That’s where I heard about ‘Steamworks’ in the first place. So, I stood on Lonsdale St; for days watching the guys going in and out of the place and fantasised what it’d be like to have sex with any of them. Then I started to notice this one particular guy; he’s very cute. He’s tall. Looks like he has a great arse. Looks like he’s got a great cock.

So, over the next couple of weeks, I watched and waited. Finally, I discovered he didn’t go to Steamworks every day. I’d decided one Friday night, ‘cause I’m allowed to stay out later. So, I kept watch until I saw him enter Steamworks and then tried to build up enough courage to cross the street and follow him inside.

Not wanting to miss out on maybe havin’ sex with him was what got me moving across the street. I’d noticed a lot of guys seemed to be nervous about entering the building while other people were walking past. It took some of those guys the better part of an hour just to get in the door. Fuck that. I really wanted to have sex with that hot guy. So, I just marched right across the street and opened the door and walked through, not giving a fuck who saw me.

Now I don’t know what I was expecting, but there was nothing there, just a little room, a plant, and a set of stairs. So, as I wasn’t going to leave after coming all this way. I dried my palms on my jeans and tentatively walked up the stairs and wondered what I’d find up there. Mind you, by now, my imagination had kicked into overdrive, and I expected to see masses of naked guys having sex with each other. But there was nothing there! It was just a landing with a ‘reception’ window and a door. I was beginning to think that this wasn’t the right place, after all. It felt more like a club than a ‘bathhouse’. Mind you, I had no idea what a ‘bathhouse’ was like, so I didn’t know what I was expecting to find, really.

I went up to the guy at reception and just happened to see a list of prices, so I paid for ‘general’ admission and hoped it was the right one. I heard the buzzer of the door go and walked through. After a short passage, I walked into a locker room. I could see some showers with a glass front but no partition between them, and I wondered why that was. It seemed to be a lot of money for nothing.

Then I noticed a guy getting changed, and I suddenly realised that I didn’t know what to do now. So, I went up to the guy getting changed but wasn’t really sure about how I could get his attention. Do I tap him to get his attention, and if so, where? I don’t know his name, so I can’t address him by ‘name’, so in the end, somewhat embarrassed, I just ‘Ahmed’ him from my side of his locker door. When he closed his locker door and looked at me, I couldn’t believe it. He was the guy I’d been fantasising about for the past few weeks. I didn’t know it then, but I got a hard-on instantly.

He was very nice. He told me what to do. He even gave me a tour to boot. I wanted to tell him that I thought he was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. I wanted to ask him for sex but didn’t know-how. So, as he turned to walk away, I grabbed his arm. He didn’t seem too happy when he asked me what I wanted, but he kinda worked it out, and we had sex. It was great. No. It was mind-blowing. I wanted to stop when I felt the need to pee ‘cause I didn’t want to pee on him, or me for that matter, but he kept going, and I had my very first orgasm, and THAT was mind-blowingly awesome. Then he fucked me. Fuck, my arse hurt so bad. I thought he’d ripped me wide open. I was too scared to reach back there. How was I going to explain it to mum? I thought then that I’d have to get it stitched up. Fuck, what was I going to do? But then he fucked me for a second time which wasn’t so bad. Actually, I think I liked it ‘cause I actually sat on his cock all on my own the third time. Sure, it hurt a lot; as I forced his cock up my poor abused arse, I just wanted to scream. But then it felt Ok. In fact, I think I actually started to like it.

Then it was all over. Reluctantly I had to go home. We showered together, well he washed me all over and promised me my arse was really Ok. Then he dried and dressed me. It was great! I went home and went to find someone else to have sex with.

The second time I saw him at Steamworks, he wasn’t too happy, but we still had sex. I found him peeling his jockstrap down over his meaty arse in the lockers. I don’t know what came over me. I just dropped to my knees and buried my face in his crack, and lapped at his musky hole for all I was worth. I know what you’re thinking. Gross! Right!

Fuck, no!! It was great. When I stuck my tongue in his hole. Fuck! I was in heaven. I couldn’t get enough. It tasted great. I just ate his hole out for all I was worth. I reluctantly gave his arse up when he cum. Again, it seemed as though I couldn’t help myself. I had to force my head between his legs and licked all his cum up off the seat. I didn’t care what anyone else had done on the seat, fuck they could have spewed on it for all I cared. I had to have every drop of his cum I could find. I thought about sucking the last bit of cum out of his cock, but when I turned my head. I realised two things; the first was that he wasn’t happy to find me between his legs. The second was we had drawn quite a crowd, and gathering by the applause, they were very appreciative of the show.

He took me into one of the cubicles, threw me up against the wall and fucked my arse hard.

I loved the feeling of ever thrust of his cock, as he banged away at my arse. Until I felt his balls draw up and his cock buck and spew his cum deep in my arse, what I didn’t realise was that my own cock had spewed its load of cum on the bench. I eventually calmed down and licked up my own cum, fuck I do love cum; I reckon I could drink it by the bucket load.

So, with that decided, and all the cum cleaned up, including ‘his’ on the floor. Then, I unlocked the door and decided to go exploring to see if I could find another cock to suck or arse to lick. Yes, I was going to love it here.

I went out the door and turned left to see what else was here. As I walked through the little alcove at the end of the passage and came out into the main area where the swimming pool was. I was surprised to discover a hot tub, but I decided to explore some more as there was no one in it. Finally, I found the dry sauna, but it was a bit hot for me, so I decided to go to the steam room instead.

I walked past the showers, hung my loincloth on one of the hooks provided, and entered the steam room. It had no lights of its own. The only light in there was what came through the glass door and the glass bricks at the other end of the steam room, so it was pretty dark and very hard to see clearly. Particularly with all the steam. There were a couple guys sitting on the tiered ledges but spread out around the room. I sat in the alcove and wondered what happens in here. Are they just here for the steam? But then the door opened, and two guys came in, and after a bit, I thought I could hear them making out. ‘Cool’, I thought, ‘so guys have sex in here too.’ I snuck a quick look at the guys having sex and saw one of the guys sucking the other guys’ cock. Lucky bastard.

I left the steam room and went for a wander past the cubicles; naturally, I looked in as I went past and saw one guy lying face down in one of the cubicles; I wondered if he was tired. In another one, someone was sitting on the bench, and in the third, a guy was standing in the doorway. But now I was on my own; I wasn’t too sure what to do. So, I just went to walk past the guy standing in the doorway of one of the cubicles when he reached out and put his hand on my chest, preventing me from walking past. He didn’t say anything; he just grabbed me by my arm and pulled me into the cubicle.

All my bravado of a little while ago deserted me; now, I was faced with another guy who wanted to have sex with me. So, this will bring my total of guys I have had sex with to a grand total of two. First, he pulled me closer and leaned in, and kissed me. I was so surprised that I must’ve parted my lips in an ‘O’ because suddenly, the next thing I knew, his tongue had entered and was now exploring my mouth. Then, he pulled me into a tight embrace. So tight, in fact, that I could feel his hard cock pushing into my groin. I had the momentary thought if this is what a woman feels before having sex.

The guy moving his hands down my back onto my arse cheeks brought me back to the present moment. Particularly as I’d somehow dropped my loincloth, and he was now exploring my hole roughly with one of his fingers. Then, finally, he broke off the kiss, “that’s right, baby; you just stand there and let a real man teach you what to do.” With that, he grabbed my head and guided it to his left pap, which I started to lick and suck. “That’s right, boy. You pleasure your man. By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll be begging for more of this.”

He moved my head over to his right pap, and when I started to lick and suck it, he let out a low moan. “Yeah! That’s right, boy. You lick and suck daddy’s tits. Oh, yeah,” he moaned as he pushed my head down his chest, and I licked and sucked every inch. As I got closer to his navel, I had to bend at the hips, and I felt my arse cheeks separating as I bent lower.

By the time I reached his pubes, I had to kneel in front of him. I went to suck his cock, but as he still had hold of my head, he stopped me telling me to suck his nuts first. So, I moved down and sucked one nut into my mouth and was rewarded by hearing his sharp intake of air. When that nut was slick with my spit. I moved over to the other one and sucked it into my mouth, and bathed it in my spit.

When he’d had enough, he pulled me off his nut, he turned around and bending over, he spread his arse cheeks, and I fell on his hole like a man possessed. As this was only the second arse I’d licked, I vaguely wondered if it’d taste or feel different. I drilled his hole for all I was worth, and he must be liking it as he grabbed my head and tried to force more of me into his arse. I must confess, it does taste different and feels different from ‘his’ arse. I could feel the guy vibrating with his moans, so I assumed I was doing a good job.

Suddenly, he stepped forwards, and I was caught off guard and almost fell flat on my face if I hadn’t stopped myself in time. He turned to me, so I was now facing the bench, and he pushed me up over it. “Now, boy, let’s see what that arse of yours is like.”

With that, he plunged his cock the full length up my arse and started to fuck me for all he was worth. Fuck I was in heaven, having this guy, well, to be honest, having any guy fuck my arse. His was only the second cock I’d ever had up my arse, but I was loving it, and I think this cock’s bigger than the first one I had up there. Before he cum, though, he pulled out. Pulled me back up onto my knees. Turned me around and crammed his cock into my mouth. It hit the back of my throat, and I pulled my head back. “Oh, no,” he said, “you’re going to suck my whole cock, boy. I’m going to teach you how to be the best cock sucker in this joint.”

He told me to get on the bench, and even though I was nervous about what was going to happen, I complied. He had me move into the centre of the bench, flat on my back, and scoot right down to the end of the bench. So much so that I had to bend my knees so that my heels were almost touching my arse. Then he straddled me, effectively pinning my arms against my sides, “Ok, cocksucker, watch your teeth.” With that, he pushed his cock into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat. I tried to pull back, but I had nowhere for my head to go because I was lying on the bench. But his cock kept coming, and I was starting to choke. “That’s right bitch, take it! Fuck, your throat is so fuckin’ tight.”

He pulled back a bit, and I took a quick breath before he forced his cock back down past the opening of my throat. Meanwhile, I felt like I was gagging, my eyes were streaming, and my nose was running.

“Fuck, yeah, I love breaking in a new cocksucker. Yeah, pussy, keep it up. Almost there now.” Suddenly I could feel his pubes scratching my nose. My throat felt like it was being rubbed raw. Thankfully he pulled out enough so I could grab another breath, and then he plunged his cock back down my throat, and again he held it in place when he could feel my nose in his pubes.

He didn’t seem to leave his cock down my throat for as long this time, but I didn’t think I’d ever get to like this. But then I had flashes of ‘my guy’ fuckin’ my arse for the first time, and how I hated it then, but now I love it. I can’t get enough of it, but I don’t think that is ever going to happen with my throat.

I slowly began to realise that he’d picked up the pace, ‘cause I realised that I could breathe better. Finally, I could feel his hot cum shooting down my raw throat. “Oh, fuck, yeah. You are one hot cocksucker,” he said as he pulled his cock out of my throat. His cock was now covered in phlegm. He just held it in front of my face, so I stuck out my tongue and licked it clean for him. He patted my head and thanked me for a great blowjob. He left, and I just laid there for a bit with my very sore throat. When I felt a bit better, I got up, had a shower and went home.

I don’t think I like Steamworks anymore.

******

I thought I could stay away, but my traitorous cock was demanding more attention now, and although my throat was better by Saturday afternoon. I still promised myself that I’d never suck another cock as long as I lived.

******

Friday night rolled around, and again I found myself in Lonsdale St. So, I promised myself that I’d only let them fuck me, and I’d maybe suck them off, but I’d never let anyone force their cock down my throat ever again. I paid my money and went into the locker room to strip. I put on my loincloth and went downstairs. I was proud of myself for resisting the urge to check out the bar area or the video lounge for ‘him’; instead, I went and sat in the steam room and tried to relax. The fact that this was the first time I was here without ‘him’ was not lost on me.

There were a couple of guys making out and another two fuckin’ each other, but I wasn’t in the mood for some reason. So, I left the steam room and decided that I’d explore the darkened passage, as I hadn’t been in there yet. I walked past a couple of cubicles with holes in the wall about waist high that I had no idea what they were there for.

The further I walked into the passage, the darker it got until I could barely see my hand in front of my face. It was so dark that I walked into someone, but before I could apologise, his tongue was down my throat, and he grabbed my cock. I was so surprised that I hadn’t realised that I got hard instantly. But what I could feel of him was a bit fat for my liking, so I pushed off from him and headed further along the passage. By now, my eyes had grown accustomed to the very low light, and I could see enough to not crash into the walls so much. I managed to miss another couple of fat guys, and when I turned the next corner, I came into a large room with a large circular bench in the middle, with what looked like an orgy going on. There must have been six or seven guys just going for it. Fuck I almost blew my load on the spot. As much as I wanted to join in, I just wasn’t sure if I could. Then I realised that there must have been three or four couples having sex against the walls. I also noticed another fat guy coming towards me, so I beat a hasty retreat and walked out the other side of the room, through the short-darkened passage and out into the other end of the passage with all the cubicles in it.

My hole was getting itchy. I had to find someone to fuck me, and soon. In the end, I just thought, fuck it! I went into an empty cubicle and laid face down on the bench with my legs stretched as wide as I could, without my leg falling off the bench. I didn’t have to wait for too long before I felt someone trailing their fingers up the inside of my left leg. When they reached the apex, they moved their fingers down my perineum until their thumb was resting at the beginning of my arse cheeks, the side of his palm and his first finger was laying down over my perineum and over my hole. He started to slowly rub his fingers up and down my perineum and over my hole. While continually applying more and more pressure.

God, it felt so good on my hole that I had started to raise my hips off the bench. Trying to encourage him to do it harder. I was so desperate for him to fuck me. He withdrew his hand, and I heard him close the door and lock it. This was going to be it, the third bloke to ever fuck my arse.

I waited for what seemed like forever before I felt him trailing his fingers slowly and oh so lightly up the inside of my leg. I almost creamed myself. He started to rub my perineum again, and just like last time; I raised my arse up off the bench as I got lost in the pleasures he was awakening in me.

He grabbed my rock-hard cock, and I thought I was goin’ to shoot right then. But then he let it go and pushed my arse back down. He lightly trailed his fingers up the inside of my right leg, and I started to moan. Then, I heard and felt him climb up onto the bench. I felt his cock pushing at my hole and instinctively raised my hips a bit to give him better access, and for me, a deeper fuck.

He forced his cock roughly into my waiting arse, and he started to roughly fuck me, which seemed almost at odds with what he was doing to me earlier. But I didn’t care. I was being fucked, and that was all that mattered. But seemingly, no sooner had he started than he was finished. Then, finally, he pulled out and mumbled something, and he was gone.

And I laid there thinking, ‘what the fuck was that’ I was left feeling very unfulfilled. I was just thinking I’d have to call it a night, as it was getting late, and my mum’d go mental if I stayed out too late. When another guy entered my cubicle and locked the door behind him. He separated my arse cheeks and started to lap at my hole, fuck I love my hole being licked. It wasn’t too long before he got me to roll over. He hooked his arms under my knees and drew them up to my chest while he was passionately kissing me. Without breaking our kiss, he slid his cock into my waiting hole. We continued to kiss while he fucked me. I was in heaven. It all became a bit too much for me as my cock spewed cum as it was sandwiched between us and being rubbed in time with his fucking me.

I felt his cock buck in my arse. I rolled him onto his back and thanked him for a great fuck. I licked all my cum off his abdomen, and just for the hell of it, I tentatively tried sucking his cock. Knowing full well where it had just been. Fuck, it smelled great. I don’t know how many guys he’d fucked tonight, but I loved the yeasty/doughy smell of his cock. I swallowed it before I realised what I was doing. I sucked the last of his cum out of his cock. Thanked him for a great fuck. And left.

It wasn’t until I was on the train heading home that I realised that I had almost deep throated another cock, and I think I liked it. Very much.