Months had passed, and the intimacy between Malik, dad, Rex, and me had only deepened. We'd explored every facet of our desires together, sometimes pairing off for one-on-one sessions where the connection was intense and focused. On other days, we indulged in threesomes, the dynamic shifting and evolving with each combination, bringing a new layer of passion. And then there were the days when all four of us came together, the energy explosive, creating a symphony of pleasure in our foursomes, each encounter weaving us closer, a testament to our unique bond.
One day, the plan was set, and the thrill of it was so electric as Rex proposed we hit up the local gay bathhouse, a den of sex where secrets could be kept, and desires indulged. Malik and I were in, but dad was too bogged down with work to join the fun. We agreed to play strangers to keep our connections hidden, adding an extra layer of excitement to the night. Before we left, we grabbed some condoms, knowing they'd be needed with anyone outside our tight-knit circle where such barriers were never necessary between us.
Stepping into the bathhouse was like entering another world, one where anonymity was the currency of pleasure. We shed our clothes for the provided towels, our bodies already buzzing with anticipation. We split up, each of us diving into the maze of sex, our secret game beginning.
First, I went to the sauna room. The steam was so thick, and it felt like I was in a cloud. I sat on a wooden bench, letting the heat seep into my muscles. My towel was damp, sticking to me as I leaned back, eyes closed, letting the tension of the day dissipate. The room was a dim sanctuary. The only sound was the soft hiss of water on hot stones.
The air was heavy with moisture and the scent of sweat. That's when I felt the hand on my thigh, bold, demanding. My eyes snapped open to see a shadowy figure beside me, his face obscured by the steam, but his intentions crystal clear as his hand ventured beneath my towel. His fingers found my cock, already hardening, and I groaned, the sound mingling with the hiss of steam.
Fuck, that feels so good.
I reached out, my hand meeting his thigh, then moving to find his cock, which was hard and ready, the heat of the room only adding to our arousal. He was sweaty from the sauna, his skin slick, the musky scent of him potent and arousing. He was a middle-aged white man, his body a testament to years of life, work, or perhaps just genetics. His hair was peppered with grey, not just on his head but also in his well-trimmed beard. His physique was solid, not overly muscled, but with the kind of strength that comes from consistent, moderate activity rather than intense workouts. His chest was broad, covered in a thick mat of chest hair, the same salt-and-pepper as his beard, which tapered down to his abdomen. His arms and legs were similarly hairy, the hair catching beads of sweat from the sauna, making him seem even more rugged.
I leaned in, my mouth enveloping his cock, the taste of his precum sharp against the backdrop of his musky scent. He gasped, his hips bucking slightly as I took him deeper, my tongue swirling around the head, savouring every inch.
His cock was surrounded by a nice bush of pubic hair, his balls hairy and heavy, hanging low from the heat. The scent was intoxicating, a raw, masculine aroma that made my head spin with desire. I moved down, my tongue tracing the line to his balls, taking one into my mouth, then the other, licking and sucking on the sweat-drenched hair, enjoying the taste and texture, the saltiness of his sweat mixed with the musk.
I returned to his cock, bobbing my head with enthusiasm, my hand working in tandem, stroking what my mouth couldn't reach. The sensation of his bush against my chin and the musky scent was driving me wild. I was lost in the act, the steam around us adding to the intimacy, each sound of our lust echoing in the confined space.
His moans grew louder, his body tensing under my hard work. I could feel his balls tightening, the sign of his impending orgasm. I sucked harder, my hand moving faster, eager to taste him. With a deep, guttural groan, he came, his cock pulsing in my mouth, shooting his load onto my tongue.
The taste was unique, different from Malik's, Rex's, or dad's—a distinct blend of salt and musk, a flavour that was all his. It was like tasting a new dish, the flavours mingling in a way that was both surprising and delightful. I swallowed, relishing the moment, the intimacy of sharing this with a stranger in the anonymity of the steam.
Before I left, he said, "Thanks dude... That was fucking awesome... I needed a relief. I didn't cum for like a week." His words rang true, given the massive load he had just shot into my mouth. I smiled, leaning in to kiss him, sharing his cum between our lips. He wasn't hesitant; our tongues met in a dirty, passionate exchange, and he seemed to love the taste of his own cum. With that, I left the sauna, my body still humming with arousal, the taste of him a lingering promise of more to come.
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Then I found the glory holes, a place where anonymity was even more pronounced. A young white guy in his early twenties was on his knees, his mouth wrapped around a thick black cock sticking out from the wall. His head bobbed eagerly, his fingers gripping the base. I watched, transfixed, as the man behind the wall moaned deeply. "Fuck yeah, suck that cock, you slut.." That voice, I knew it instantly—Rex.
Rex growled, his voice thick with pleasure. The young guy looked up, his lips still around Rex’s cock, "You wanna join?" he asked me, his voice muffled. I shook my head, stepping back, not wanting to interrupt, but the scene was too hot to leave. The young guy was relentless, his tongue swirling around Rex's head, his moans vibrating against the shaft. "You taste so fucking good, man," he gasped between sucks, clearly enjoying every inch of Rex.
This young guy was a vision of enthusiastic submission as he worked on Rex's 8-inch manhood. His lips stretched around the girth, his mouth taking in as much as he could, the head of Rex's cock disappearing into his eager mouth. His technique was a mix of raw desire and practiced skill. He would pull back, letting the cock slide out slowly, only to dive back down, taking Rex deep, his nose brushing against the coarse pubic hair at the base. Each time he came up for air, his moans were filled with genuine pleasure, his saliva mixing with Rex's precum, creating a slick, wet sound that echoed in the small space.
After a while, Rex emerged from behind the wall, his body a living sculpture of raw power, every muscle glistening with a sheen of sweat under the dim light of the room. His cock was still hard, shining with the saliva and eagerness of the young guy's mouth. As he caught my gaze, watching the scene unfold, he didn't say a word. Instead, he offered me a knowing wink, a silent acknowledgment of our shared secret, the connection between us appreciable even in this anonymous setting.
The young guy, now standing, looked at Rex with wide eyes, "Holy shit, you're like Superman... Wow, I love your muscles dude.. You wanna fuck man?" He was mesmerized by Rex's muscular physique. Then Rex flexed his biceps, showcasing his impressive build. This action revealed his sweaty armpits, and the young guy couldn't help but move closer, his face drawn to Rex's hairy armpits. He reached out, touching Rex's chest muscles and biceps, his fingers tracing the contours. "Fuck.. dude, you smell like a real man," he breathed out, clearly turned on by the scent of sweat and masculinity. He leaned in, licking Rex's pits a few times, savouring Rex's musky taste. Then, with a hunger in his eyes, he asked again, "Can you fuck me?"
Rex's grin was predatory. "Fuck yeah, I'm gonna split you open." He grabbed the young guy by the wrist, leading him towards the slings, and I followed, my cock throbbing with anticipation.
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We moved to the sling area, where Malik was already positioned on a sling, his legs spread wide, his muscular body on full display. A young hairy Indian man was between his thighs, his face diving into Malik's hairy ass with a hunger that was palpable. His tongue was relentless, lapping at Malik's hole, circling around the rim before plunging deep inside, the sounds of his feasting loud and wet in the dim and lust-filled room.
Malik's moans were a symphony of pleasure, his head thrown back, eyes closed in ecstasy. "Eat it, you fucking beast, get me ready for your cock," he growled, his voice thick with lust. The Indian man responded by spreading Malik's cheeks wider, his tongue exploring every inch of Malik's ass, teasing, licking, and then thrusting in with a rhythm that made Malik's body shudder with pleasure. Each stroke of his tongue seemed to hit just the right spots, making Malik's cock twitch and leak precum onto his stomach.
The Indian man's beard scratched against Malik's inner thighs, adding another layer of sensation, the mix of pain and pleasure driving Malik wild. His body was tense, the muscles of his legs flexing as he tried to push forward onto the man's face, seeking more of that delicious torment. The rimming was not just preparation; it was an act of worship, Malik fully surrendering to the pleasure, his moans a testament to how much he loved every second of it.
The young guy saw the open sling next to Malik. He hesitated for a moment before climbing on, his legs trembling with anticipation. Rex helped him to get onto the sling. Then he put on a condom and positioned himself at the young guy's smooth ass. With a powerful thrust, Rex entered his hole, making the young guy scream out, "Fuck man... you're so big!" Initially overwhelmed, his cries were of shock and discomfort. But as Rex continued, the young guy adjusted, his body relaxing into the rhythm. After a few minutes, he was taking Rex like a pro, his moans turning from pain to pleasure, his body moving in sync with Rex's thrusts. He clearly enjoyed the challenge and the sensation of being filled by Rex's impressive 8-inches. "Fuck.. Don't stop man.. fuck me hard" he pleaded, his voice thick with lust. Rex, with a predatory grin, responded, "I'll fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk tomorrow, you little cum slut."
The Indian man stood up. His cock was now positioned at Malik's hairy hole. "Fuck me bro.. make me feel it." Malik, still on the sling, groaned, his voice a mix of command and plea. The Indian man, with a wicked grin, responded, "Oh, you're gonna feel every fucking inch, you dirty slut." He lined himself up. His cock was hard and ready, and he continued, "I'm gonna stretch this tight ass so good, you'll be thinking about my cock for days." With that, he thrust into Malik, the force of it drawing a loud moan from Malik. "Yeah, take it, take my big Indian cock, you fucking love it, don't you?" he growled, his thrusts deep and deliberate, filling the air with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, and Malik's moans of approval.
Both Mailk's and the young guy's moans were loud, drawing a crowd of men into that room. They started to edge their cocks, while their eyes wide with lust as they watched the spectacle on the two slings unfold.
As I watched the scene unfold with Rex and Malik, a Mexican guy approached from behind, his hands firmly gripping my hips. "Want me to fuck you?" he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. I nodded eagerly, bending over, and he didn't waste a moment, his cock pushing into me, stretching me with a delicious burn. The sensation was intense, his cock hitting all the right spots inside me as I watched the ongoing action. "Yes, fuck me hard," I moaned, my voice breaking with pleasure, my eyes never leaving Rex and Malik. The rhythm of his thrusts matched my heartbeat, each one sending waves of pleasure through me. His cock was a perfect fit, filling me in a way that made me crave more with every movement.
Another man, drawn by the scene, moved to Malik's head. His cock in his hand, "Open your mouth, slut.." he commanded. Malik took him in; his moans muffled around the cock as he was fucked from both ends.
The Indian man was the first to reach his climax, his body tensing like a coiled spring as he buried himself deep into Malik, his cock pulsing as he filled him with a grunt, "Take my cum, you dirty fucker." Each throb of his orgasm was like a hot brand inside Malik, the sensation making Malik groan in pleasure. When he pulled out of Malik’s ass, I saw his condom bulging with a big, milky load of cum.
After the Indian man moved away from Malik, the Mexican guy yanked his cock out of my ass with a sloppy wet noise. He was horny as hell, and he just barked at Malik, "Hey, I'm gonna fuck you now," like he wasn't taking no for an answer. It sounded like an order that couldn't be refused.
Now slick with sweat and the remnants of his arousal from fucking me, the Mexican guy put a new condom on and positioned himself at Malik's used and wet hole, his cock hard and ready. He thrust into Malik with the same ferocity he'd used on me. His rhythm was relentless, each slap of skin against skin echoing through the room. "Fuck, your ass feels so good," he growled, his thrusts deep and demanding, making Malik moan. Malik was swinging on the sling like a pendulum, his body rocking back and forth, clearly enjoying the brutal pleasure of being taken so thoroughly.
Then Rex took a break, stepping back to watch how Malik was getting fucked, his cock still hard, glistening. I saw my chance and moved to the sling, sliding my hard cock into the young guy, who was still a bit tight despite being fucked by Rex. "Take it, you little bitch," I hissed, my thrusts deep and demanding. His moans were music to my ears, "Yes, fuck me man.. fuck harder and make me cum.."
After just a couple of minutes, I felt Rex pressing up behind me, his hands gripping my hips, his cock pushing into my ass. "Now you get it from both ends," Rex whispered into my ears. His voice was a mix of command and lust as he began to fuck me. He synced his thrusts with mine into the young guy. The sensation was mind-blowing, being caught between giving and taking pleasure, every movement a cascade of ecstasy.
The man who had been fucking Malik's mouth shifted his attention to the young guy on the sling. It was clear that staying in sync with Malik was tough due to the vigorous thrusts from the Mexican guy, making Malik swing on the sling. Now, with his mouth free, the young guy eagerly opened up for this new cock. He took it in with enthusiasm, his lips stretching around the girth, his tongue dancing over the cockhead even as I continued to fuck him. The young guy moaned around the cock in his mouth, the vibrations adding to the pleasure of the man he was sucking. The young guy's eyes rolled back slightly. The dual sensation of being penetrated by me while sucking this new cock created a whirlwind of pleasure for him. He was clearly into it, his body moving in rhythm with both the thrust into his ass and the cock in his mouth. His muffled moans were a testament to how much he was enjoying being on both ends of this dirty intense act.
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The room was filled with the sounds of our collective moans and growls, each of us pushing towards our peak. The men watching us in the room were now openly jerking off, some shooting their loads onto the floor, others holding back, waiting for the final show.
We shot our loads in a cascade of pleasure. It began with the young guy; he started to jerk his cock while his body convulsed. I felt him tighten around my cock. His orgasm ripped through him with a loud, guttural moan, his cum spilling onto the sling and his body. The sight and sensation pushed me to the edge; I quickly withdrew my cock from his ass, took the condom off and wanted to give the onlookers a show. I jerked myself off for a few seconds, and my cum landed in thick ropes across his stomach and chest, painting him in white. The visual was as potent as the physical release.
Malik, still getting his ass wrecked by the Mexican guy, was next in line for release. The Mexican guy started jerking Malik's cock, not too hard, just enough to tease his cock. Then Malik's body tensed up like he was about to explode. His hands gripped the chains of the sling, letting out this deep and satisfied groan as his cum shot out, splattering all over his hairy stomach, adding to the sticky mess of pleasure. Rex, feeling the chain reaction, was still deep in me, his thrusts going wild, his breath hot and heavy against my neck. He growled like a beast as he came, filling my ass with his load, and it pushed me right back into another wave of pleasure.
The Mexican guy, watching Malik and feeling his own climax building, started to fuck Malik so hard before pulling out to shoot his load. Finally, he shot a massive load, and it mixed with Malik's cum on his stomach, a testament to their shared pleasure. Finally, the man who had been mouth-fucking the young guy, seeing the spectacle, couldn't hold back. He pulled out of the young guy's mouth just in time. His cock pulsed as he came, shooting his load onto the young guy's face and chest.
Once the last moan died down in the thick, sweaty air of the sling room, we helped the young guy and Malik off the slings, their legs shaking like hell. Malik, finding his balance, looked at the Mexican guy and the other man, saying, "Fuck, that was a good fucking." The Mexican guy, wiping sweat from his forehead, chuckled, "Man, your fucking ass took it like a champ. You are one of the best bottoms I fucked." The other man grinned and added, "You suck dick like a fucking pro, damn near made me pass out." Malik’s chest swelled with pride at the praise, and also a shy smile crept across his face. The Mexican guy yanked Malik into a tight hug, their sweaty bodies smacking together, slick and hot, reeking of cum and musk from this wild fuckfest. Dark hair on Malik’s chest, now plastered to his body with sweat, was dripping sweat like a damn faucet. His ripped abs and bushy pubes were soaked in sweat and cum, making him look like a sexy, fucked-out beast after he’d all gone at it hard.
Rex, not missing a beat, chimed in with a wicked grin, "Hey, young man, your ass is fucking heaven.." He slapped the young guy’s ass, praising him with a rough pat. He then turned to me, "And you, you made me cum like a damn pro." Their crude, satisfied comments hung in the air, wrapping up the night's wild fuck fest as we all exchanged smirks, clearly pleased with how things went down.
As we made our way to the showers, I caught a glimpse of the young guy planting a kiss on the man who had mouth-fucked him, sharing the taste of cum landed on his face. It was clear the young guy was eager to share his load, their tongues dancing in a dirty exchange. However, they didn't follow us to the showers; instead, they veered off towards another part of the bathhouse. The night clearly wasn't over for them. It seemed like the man was keen on fucking the young guy, their adventure continuing in the shadows of the bathhouse.
After we had showered, cleaning off the sweat and cum from our bodies, we stepped out of the bathhouse to head home. We kept up the pretense, not giving any indication to the others around us that we were more than just strangers who happened to share a night of pleasure. Our secret remained just that as we walked away. This exploration into the bathhouse had been more than we anticipated, a journey into a world where anonymity allowed us to indulge in our deepest desires without boundaries. We had pushed each other's limits, experienced pleasure in its rawest form, and bonded even closer through the shared secrecy of our escapades. As we gathered ourselves, there was an unspoken agreement that this night would be etched in our memories, a thrilling chapter in our story of lust and love.
