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.

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Just because I am revamping my old stories when I get a chance, this time I’m sending you two, so if you don’t like one then you might like the other

Going Solo

I was heading home on the train when I suddenly realised that I had sucked another cock, which meant I had now sucked a total of four different cocks. Not only that, but I had deep throated most of them to the root, and it didn’t hurt. Well, at least not as badly as the first couple of times. And in fact, I kinda think I liked it, not the almost hurting bit, but the bit about me almost deep throating another cock. I was so stunned that I nearly missed my stop and just made it off before the train took off. I kept getting distracted by the taste of cum in my mouth. Not that I’m complaining, mind you, but I’m wondering when I can get some more. That and the fact that I drooled over and fantasised about almost every guy in the train carriage with me. And the guys I saw on the platform. Or I passed in the street. The guys in their front yard. Well, you get the picture.

Fuck. I couldn’t wait to get home so I could beat off again. I need to cum so bad right now.

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The week would have seemed to drag. School would have been dead boring, as it always had, but I started to really notice how cute or studly my male classmates were since going to Steamworks. Or how fuckin’ hot some of the older boys were, let alone some of the male teachers. In the past, I’d suffer through work, only ’cause it gave me the money to go to Steamworks. That was until I was ‘deflowered’.

I work in a sports shop, which is kinda good, but it has its drawback as well. For instance, most of our customers are fit, some are obscenely so, and all of the Staff are pretty fit too, which is a great bonus for me. But it’s equally a drawback because most of the guys I work with all have girlfriends.

Being in a sports shop we’re all encouraged to be as fit as we can, and if we’re into any particular sport, the boss loves that, and he has us work in that specific area in the shop. For example, I’m really into basketball and tennis, so I tend to work in those areas of the shop. Of course, I work in the other areas as well, but basketball and tennis are my main areas to work in so I can talk to the customers about the teams or particular players. I can also give some advice about what balls or rackets to buy, and so on. We’re also encouraged to ride a bike, run, or whatever to get to work; the boss figures that if the customers see us being sporty, it encourages them to be sporty.

For example, Eden is a mad keen runner, and he runs to and from work daily and organises a group of customers to go running with him. They meet him at the local track and train while he runs. He’s even training a couple of marathon runners. He’s studying to be a Personal Trainer or something. And, fuck, he’s hot! I’ve had the hots for him ever since we started to work together. He’s got a great butt, and sure, I’d always noticed, but since I’d been going to Steamworks, I’ve lusted after his body even more. If that’s even possible.

We have a fully equipped change room at work so we can shower and stuff before we start work, so we aren’t all smelly while we work, and sure I’ve changed in the change room with the other guys a lot. But since going to Steamworks, every time I walk into the change room, I can feel my cock stirring. Which I kinda like, but it also can be a little bit embarrassing.

Thursday after school, I had a shift, so I rode to work and headed for the change rooms to have a shower and change into my uniform. I opened the door and around went the corner into the change rooms, and there I am met with the sight of a very naked Eden. Now, I’ve told you that Eden runs a lot, so he has a great runners body, and I know he works out at the gym, so he has incredible muscle definition. And if he turns side on, there’s not a lot of him there. He’s 180cms tall, so he’s taller than me. His shoulders are nicely rounded. He has a four-pack going on. And a nice, tight, round little arse as well. Not quite as big as I’d like, but it is Eden, so I’ll make an exception.

As I walked in, he must have just gotten out of the shower, as he was drying himself off, but instead of lifting his legs to dry them, like a normal person. Instead, he was standing there with his feet spread about shoulder-width apart, and he was doubled over at the waist, drying his shins. Which caused his arse cheeks to separate just enough for me to catch a glimpse of his perfect little pink rosebud of a hole. Which seemed to be winking at me as Eden bobbed up and down as he dried his legs.

Eden has raven back hair, but being a runner, he shaves his body except for his arse, for some reason. Also, being such a sportsman, his body had a nice natural tan, all except his arse, from just below the tops of his hips, to just under the globes of his arse. That area is lily-white, and it is covered sparsely by his raven back hair. His crack is more heavily haired than his arse cheeks are. I got an instant boner. I was just about to run into the toilet when Eden stopped me.

“Hi Charlie, howzit goin’?” he said as he was looking up at me from between his legs.

“Um. Yeah. Good,” I said as I cleared my throat.

“How’s school?”

“Um. Yeah. It was Ok, I guess,” and it sounded as though my voice was getting higher.

Eden stood up and looked at me.

“Fuck, my arse is so hairy. I can’t get anyone to help me shave it. And I’m a bit wary of doing myself like some of the other guys at the gym, ’cause I’m scared I’ll cut myself or something. But, hey would you have a go,” he asked as he looked at me hopefully.

“Um. What...” I said as I tore my eyes off his cock, which I’d just noticed he ‘man scaped’, leaving just a little row of pubes at the base of his cock. “Did you say something?” I asked him as he squatted down and was fishing around in his bag.

“Yeah,” he said as he stood up and threw something at me. I caught it before I realised it was a can of shaving crème. “Could you shave my arse for me?”

“Oh. Um. What..?” I asked, somewhat alarmed.

“That is if you don’t mind. But, of course, I’m assuming you’re shaving now...”

Um. What? Oh. Um. Yeah. Of course, I am.” I replied with as much swagger in my voice as I could muster, “well at least a couple of times a week anyway,” I finished weakly.

“Great. Then will you shave my arse for me?” He asked again.

And because I couldn’t think of a single reason why not, and about a billion reasons of why I should, I said, “Ok. I’ll give it a go.”

He fished around in his bag again and found a razor. So, I sat on the bench, and a very naked Eden stood in front of me. I shook the can and sprayed some shaving crème on his arse, and then proceeded to rub it all over his arse, and fuck his arse felt as satiny smooth as I’d always dreamed it would. When I was happy with the coverage, I scooped up the razor and proceeded to very gingerly shave his arse. I marvelled at the difference it made. It seemed as though his arse was getting bigger under the razor; the more hair I shaved off, the more his arse seemed to grow. Finally, I cleaned off the access crème, and he rubbed his hands over his shaved arse. “That feels great. You did a great job, but what about here,” he said as he separated his arse cheeks to expose his hairy crack, “could you do here as well.”

Fuck I nearly shot my load on the spot. But I manfully shook the can and sprayed a bit of crème in his crack, and while Eden held his cheeks apart, I shaved his crack for him. Then, I cleaned up all the access crème again, and before I realised what I was doing, I leaned forward and buried my face in his crack and forced my tongue as deep into his tight virgin hole as I could.

Eden yelped and jumped forward. He turned on me rather savagely, “What the fuck are you doin’?” he demanded.

"Oh..um...sorry...," I stammered, I...d.d.don't....k.k.know...what...c.c.came...over...m.m.me. I...was...just...c.c.checking...that...I...got...e.e.everything," I said as I went bright red and looked at the floor.

“What the fuck, dude. Look at your pants...” I looked down and could see that I had leaked a lot of precum, and it had soaked not only through my jocks but my pants as well, and I now had a big wet patch. “I didn’t realise you were a poof, dude; if I had, I’d have never asked you to shave my arse...”

Before he could say anything more, I pulled him towards me and sucked his cock into my mouth and started to suck on it for all I was worth. I looped my arms around his hips, and I held him in a bear hug so he couldn’t escape. I was rewarded to feel his cock slowly coming to life in my mouth, and I could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat. I relaxed the muscles in my throat and was rewarded when I felt the head of his cock enter my throat. He still hasn’t pushed me off his cock, so I took that as all the encouragement I needed and redoubled my efforts to suck his cock down my throat. Finally, he grabbed me by my head and started to ram his cock down my very willing throat. “Yeah. Bitch. That’s right; you suck on daddy’s cock,” Eden said. “Fuck, you have an awesome mouth and throat, mate.” Suddenly, he held my head still and braced himself, and it was all over as I felt him shoot his load of hot salty cum down my throat. I sucked the last of his cum out of his cock before letting it go and looking up at Eden.

Eden looked down at me, panting, trying to catch his breath, “damn. Now I’ll have to have another shower.”

I took that as my cue. I jumped up. Stripped. And taking Eden by the hand, I led him into the shower stall. I did wonder if I was pushing my luck just a little bit too far until he turned and locked the stall door. I turned on the shower and proceeded to lather his body up; from his neck, I made my slow way down his back to the top of his small bubble butt. I turned him around and started to soap up his chest, marvelling at the feeling of his muscles under his skin as I ran my hands over his pecs. I raised one arm and soaped up his armpit, then turned him slightly so I could do the other one. I reached down to wash his abs, running my fingers along the outline of his four-pack and on down to his pubic region. I wasn’t surprised to see that he was getting aroused again, and I wondered how many times he could cum in a day.

I soaped up his big balls and crouched down in front of him; I lathered up his runner’s legs. I turned him around and pushed him in the small of his back while holding onto his hip, so he bent forwards, forcing his butt cheeks to start to part. I reached out and separated them completely, and I was rewarded with the sight of his very tight pink arse hole. I leaned in and tentatively gave it a lick. I felt a shudder pass through Eden. I licked his hole again and was rewarded by him pushing his arse back into my face. I fell on his hole like a man possessed. I licked and sucked his hole for all I was worth. I forced as much of my tongue into Eden’s, very tight virgin, hole and drilled and sucked at it for all I was worth. It wasn’t too long before I was rewarded with Eden very noisily cumming for the second time today from my efforts. He slumped against the shower stall wall. I rinsed him off, and he turned and faced me. I thought he was just going to leave, but instead, he drew me into a passionate kiss, but he pushed me away just as quick and, looking very sheepish, he left the shower stall to get dressed.

I showered myself, but Eden had left the change rooms by the time I had finished. So I dried and got dressed. And headed out to do my shift, marvelling at the taste of Eden’s cum in the back of my throat.

When we had our break together, Eden reminded me that he did have a girlfriend, with whom he was very happy with, even though she’d never given head like he’d just had earlier. I laughed at him and told him it was just a spur of the moment thing for me; I wasn’t looking for a permanent hook up or anything. Seemingly somewhat disappointed, he just said “Oh” as I got up and went back to work.

As I said, the boss encouraged us all to be sporty and fit, so while I was at work I was hanging out with six very fit, and not unattractive blokes, not that we were all in the shop together at the same time, it’s not that big a shop. But I got to work with almost all of them on my different shifts. Of course, I worked more shifts with Eden than with any of the other blokes, and sure we had some women working in the shop as well, but who’s interested in them anyway? Oh, don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with the women who work in the shop with us; I mean, I’m just more interested in the guy’s now, particularly after my ‘deflowering’. I’ve looked at the guys I work with as a potential fuck buddy, with them fucking me or me sucking them off, of course, but until now, I didn’t think I’d ever had the nerve to actually do it. Mind you; no one could pass up the chance to lick Eden’s arse, no one.

Friday night at Steamworks was pretty quiet; well, it was more like late afternoon, but hey, I’m only 16; I have to be home by a particular time. So, I decided to get some steam and see if anyone interesting arrives after that, the small nook was empty, so I made myself comfortable and settled in for a bit of a wait. Because the nook was opposite the glass door, I could vaguely see the passing parade of near-naked and naked guys as they passed by the door. Finally, after what felt like forever, I left the steam room searching for some decent cock to suck or be fucked by.

I walked around the cubicles but couldn’t find anyone I liked, so I decided to try the dimly lit passage. As I walked past the cubicles with the holes in the wall, I promised myself that I would find out what the holes were there for one day. But I didn’t encounter anyone I’d want to have sex with, and even when I came to the room with the large round bench in it, there was no one there either. So I sat on the side of the bench, feeling a bit discouraged as it looked like I’d have to go home without having had sex with anyone.

I rolled over onto my stomach and moved into the centre of the bench and must have dozed off cause the next thing I knew, someone was forcing their finger into my arse. I drew my knees in a bit to raise my arse so he could have better access. He lubed my arse, and then I felt the blunt head of his cock pushing at my hole; when he’d pushed past the entrance to my hole, he was off, fucking my arse for all he was worth. I first knew about the crowd forming to watch the show when another guy drew my head up enough to stuff his rock-hard cock down my throat. I raised my head and torso until I was up on all fours. Both guys found their rhythm, and I was rocking gently between the two. Someone else grabbed my cock and was slowly pumping it.

After both guys had deposited their loads of cum in me, their cocks were quickly replaced with other cocks, so neither hole was left empty for long. I lost count after my fourth or fifth cock in either hole, and it wasn’t until I saw the time on some guys watch that I very reluctantly called a halt to the proceedings and when the guy unloaded his cum in my arse and withdrew, I clammed my sphincter closed hard so they couldn’t even get a finger in. When the other guy shot his load down my throat, I stood up, effectively calling a halt to the proceedings; and it was then that I got my first look at the crowd of guys who had come to either watch the show or take part in it. I muscled my way through the crowd. I have no idea what happened to my loincloth, but now I was so used to being at Steamworks that I walked to the showers naked unabashed, at walking around in the buff.

While I was in the shower, I realised that in all the excitement, I hadn’t cum, so I beat off in the shower and had to ‘fight off’ two guys who wanted to join in the fun. So I raced upstairs and towelled off, and got dressed. Threw the towel in the basket on my way out of the changeroom and gave the receptionist back the key, and bid him a good night as I ran down the stairs and out into the early evening.

As I sat on the train, I could feel the cum slowly trickling out of my arse and hoped that no one would notice if my pants were a little bit damp. I certainly didn’t care. I told my Mum that I wasn’t hungry and would eat later when I got home. I wasn’t going to tell her that I was too full of cum to eat anything right now. So I went to my room saying I had homework to do. When I got to my room, I pulled my pants and jocks off and inspected the seat of my pants, and while there was a very light patch, I didn’t think anyone’d notice.

I could still feel the cum dripping out of my arse, and I needed to go to the toilet, but I didn’t want to waste the cum in my arse. So, I stuck a finger up my arse, and when I pulled it out, it was covered with cum and my arse juices, and I sucked my finger clean. Mmm, it tasted great, so I stuck my finger up there a few more times and licked it clean each time. Now I couldn’t hold on any longer, so I had to go to the toilet. When I went to shit, most of what came out was nothing but fluid, and all I could think about was that it was such a shame to waste all that great cum. Oh well, there’s plenty more where that came from.

Later that night, I went to bed and beat off. Then, I scooped all my cum up with my fingers and licked them clean, and rolled over and went to sleep, a very happy camper.

**********

So, life settled into a routine now, school, work, and Steamworks; I can’t see how life could get any better than this. I spent most of my Friday nights at Steamworks now, almost exclusively in the darkened room on the big round bench. I’d been going to Steamworks for so long now that I actually met some of the ‘regulars’, and while it was great to hang out with the ‘guys’. They were all a bit old for my liking now, besides I spent most of my time on the round bench. I was guaranteed to have to service a lot of the guys, and I love every minute of it. Until the night that one of the guys fucked me so hard that my cock started to jump around all on its own. And before I realised what was happening, I shot my load of cum all over the bench. Much to the crowd’s delight, I felt and heard someone licking up all my cum, much to my disappointment.

As usual, I let them fill me up until I had to go home. This had been my routine for a few months now, until one night, one of the guys I knew walked into the shower block as I was finishing my shower, and he told me he had something for me. “Bend over, boy, and grab your ankles.” I heard him breaking something open and felt something pushing against my hole. I yelped and stood up ‘cause I thought he was going to fuck me, and I didn’t really have the time. Instead, he slapped my arse and told me to bend over, so I grabbed my ankles while he worked the thing into my arse. He gave it a final push, “there you go, boy, now you have a butt plug to help keep all the cum in you. You don’t want it dribbling out on your way home, now, do you?”

“Um, no, sir, I sure don’t. Thank you, sir,” I said as I gave him a big smile and a kiss.

I ran out of the showers, went upstairs, got dressed and left. It wasn’t until I went to sit down on the train that I remembered that the thing was even up there. I yelped as I jumped up out of my seat; it was then that I decided that I’d stand up for the rest of the trip home. I couldn’t wait to get in my room and pull this thing out of my arse. It was harder to get out than I thought, but man, my arse felt so much better with it out. I held the thing up and had a good look at it. It was black. It was a bit thicker than my thumb at its widest point and tapered up to a narrow point. To top it off, so to speak, it had a rectangle piece at the end that it could stand upon. I guess it also stops it from disappearing up my poop chute altogether.

While I was standing in my room admiring the plug I’d just pulled from my arse; I could feel the cum starting to leak out. So, I guess it does do its job. So, I went to the loo and shit most of the cum out of my arse. Had dinner with the rest of the family, who was home and went to my room and did my homework.

I was getting ready for bed when I ‘found’ the plug that had been in my arse earlier, and I wondered what else it was good for. I worked it back into my arse, but it was really hard. I got some lube that I used to masturbate with and slathered that on the plug, and it went in pretty easy. I got an instant boner and thought this was great, and I wondered what it’d feel like to wank with it in, and forgetting how much it hurt when I tried to sit down on the train, I sat on the side of my bed, and yelped and shot straight back up again. Fuck, I didn’t think this was going to be any good, and I was just about to pull it out of my arse. I thought that if I sat on only one cheek and kinda rolled into bed, I thought that could work, ‘cause I really wanted to try wanking with it in my arse. So, particularly as I was now leaking pre-cum pretty badly now, I gingerly sat on one cheek and rolled myself onto my bed. I laid there flat on my back with my cock at full mast. I grabbed hold of my cock and started to pump it for all I was worth, and as I clenched my arse, I could really feel the plug that was there, and it felt great. I could feel it moving around inside of me as I clenched and unclenched my arse, and I don’t know what it was touching inside of me, but I had the greatest solo orgasm of my life. I shot cum way over my head; it probably hit the wall or something. Cum splattered my face. A few drops landed on my chest, and the last little bit just dribbled out of my cock onto my pubs.

Fuck, that was great. Next, I cleaned myself up, and by that, I mean I scooped up all the cum I could find with my fingers and sucked them clean. Then, feeling a little bit naughty, I left the plug in my arse and rolled over and went to sleep.

I went down to breakfast in the morning with the plug still up my arse. I discovered that the plug didn’t hurt so much if I sat up really straight and leant a bit forward. Dad asked me if I was Ok because he thought I was sitting a bit funny; I told him I was doing some new exercises Eden had shown me.

I showered and headed off to work. Reluctantly I left the plug at home. I didn’t want it to just pop out at work as I don’t think I’d ever be able to explain what the hell it was. Let alone why I had it up my arse at work. So at the end of my shift, I changed out of my uniform into my skivvies. I heard the door go but didn’t think anything of it, even though I was standing there buck naked, as I’d taken to wearing boxers at work but wore jocks outside of work. If I’m running, riding, or skateboarding, I like my junk to be held firmly in place, while I like the freedom of movement that boxers give at work. Well, that’s what I tell myself; and anyone who wants to listen, so there. Ok, the truth of the matter is that I just like to let my junk hang free at any opportunity, and I do like the thrill of maybe getting caught.

Anyway, as I said, I heard the door go, and I was standing there buck naked, and I knew it could only be Eden, as our boss didn’t use the staff change room, as he had his own private bathroom.

“Hi, Charlie.”

“Hi, Eden, going for a run?”

“You know me.”

I just laughed as I bent over my backpack, ‘looking for something,’ and I relaxed my anal muscles as much as I could while trying to spread my cheeks as much as possible. I know Eden is straight and has a girlfriend, but a boy could hope.

“You know, Sheila and I broke up last week?”
“No,” I said, all concerned, “I’m so sorry,” I continued as, without thinking, I straightened up and gathered him into a bear hug.

“Um, thanks,” he replied as he returned the hug, “Um. I was wondering….”

“What? You know I’m only 16, so I can’t take you out for a drink or anything.”

“Yes, I do know that. But, no, it’s not that that I wanted to talk to you about….”

“Oh??”

“Yes, well, it’s been over a week,” he said, as he slid one hand down my back, “and after the other day,” he continued as his hand finally reached my arse.

I pulled my head back so I could look at him and smiled.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked as I released one of my hands and slid it between us, and reached down and cupped his crotch. “Was it something like this?” I asked as I massaged his cock and balls through the fabric of his pants.

Eden swallowed thickly, “Um…,” he said. But his voice seems to have deserted him. I very slowly pulled his zip down and reached inside, and continued massaging his cock and balls, but now it was through the fabric of his jocks. “Um, I’ve…never….”

“Shh,” I said as I reached down and undid his belt and the clip that was holding the waistband of his pants closed. His pants fell to his knees.

“Hey. It’s alright. I know you have a need,” I said as I moved both my hands inside the waistband of his jocks and running my hands over his shaved arse, pushing his jocks down to join his pants around his knees.

I pushed my backpack out of the way and sat on the bench. I gently kissed the head of his cock a couple of times, getting my lips coated in pre-cum in the process. Before I snaked my tongue out to lick his piss slit, from the split at the bottom, all the way up to where it closed at the top. I was rewarded by the little gasp Eden let out and the shudder I felt passing through him.

He grabbed the back of my head and forced his cock into my very willing mouth and down my throat. I let him fuck my face until I felt his nuts starting to draw up over my chin. I pushed him back and stood up. “Fuck me,” I said as I bent over the bench.

For a minute, nothing happened, and I wondered if I was pushing him too far too soon. When I finally felt him pulling my arse cheeks apart and lining up his cock with my hole. I felt him applying a bit of tentative pressure; I wasn’t having any of that, so I pushed back until I felt his pubic bone hitting my arse. Effectively impaling myself on his cock. Again, Eden let out an ‘Oh’ of surprise. But he recovered himself very quickly and set to fucking my arse for all he was worth. As he was hitting my prostate on almost every thrust, I watched my cock dancing all on its own. It wasn’t long before it cum all on its own, spewing my cum all over the bench. While I shouted encouragement at him to fuck me harder, deeper. It wasn’t too long before Eden shot his load of hot cum deep inside my arse.

He collapsed on top of me, and I collapsed onto the bench with the unaccustomed weight on my back. We laid there for a while with Eden’s softening cock still embedded inside my arse. It wasn’t that long before he caught his second wind, and I could feel his cock thickening in my arse. Laying on top of me and just using his hips, Eden long stroked himself in my arse, slowly and sensually. I could well imagine that he’d be an incredible fuck. I raised my hips off the bench to give him better access to my hole so he could get more of his cock deep inside. After what seemed like forever, I felt his cock buck inside my arse again as he shot his second load of cum into my arse.

After a bit, I rolled us over, so he was laying behind me on the bench, and I pulled myself off his softening cock. I rolled him onto his back, and before he knew what I was going to do, I sucked his cock into my mouth and gave it a good clean for him. To the sounds of his protests until I cleaned under his foreskin for him. By now, he was moaning in pleasure once more, and what’s more, his cock was growing inside my mouth. When I had sucked it totally back into life, it didn’t take too long before his cock was again emptying itself of his hot salty cum as I swallowed every drop it produced. I continued to suck his cock for a little bit longer to make sure I had every possible drop of cum. Then I sat back on my haunches as I looked down at him. Both of us were grinning wolfishly at each other.

I stood up and got dressed. Leaned down to give him a kiss, but he turned his head at the last moment so I kind of kissed his ear. I didn’t care. I straightened up and thanked him for a great time and left the change room and let myself out of the shop, and headed home, with my arse aching after the battering he’d just given it. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

By the time I got home, after replaying the whole scene over and over again in my head. I just had to go to my room and masturbate, so I didn’t walk around for the rest of the day with a raging hardon. After cumming for the second time, I put in my butt plug, settled in, and did my homework.

So, now a new regime had begun, now aside from school, work, and Steamworks; now I was Eden’s occasional fuck buddy. Which I didn’t mind one bit; even the fact he’d decided to be my own Personal Trainer was just an added bonus. Don’t get me wrong; I’m pretty fit; I run and play sports, but Eden wanted more definition, and who was I to complain. As long as he continued to fuck me occasionally, he could make me do anything he wanted. Hell, I’d run bare arsed naked round the school if he wanted. Who am I kidding? I’d run bare arsed naked around the school just for the hell of it.

I must say, having him help me burn off the last of my puppy fat and giving my muscles definition hasn’t hurt my chances at Steamworks at all. Particularly as I now have my own four-pack coming in and giving me buns of steel. I’m loving the whole package. Actually, so are the guys at Steamworks. Now I can be a bit more discerning at Steamworks if I wanted to, but a cock is a cock after all. I mean, I’m not marrying the guy, now, am I? As long as he’s got a big dick and knows how to use it, who cares, right?

Although I didn’t think it could be possible, but I felt great; I was running and riding faster and longer. I was stronger now; I had loads more stamina; if it wasn’t for the fact that I had to be home by a certain time, I reckon I could last all night. I can’t wait till I’m 17 and can come here legally. I’d love to stay all night and let the guys fill me up until my arse was overflowing with cum. But I want to be so filled with cum that I’d be too afraid to sneeze for fear of losing some.