Steamworks had started off as a dare.
I hadn’t known Eric long, but we’d quickly grown close. Both of us being away from home in a major city for the first time made it easy for us to bond. The majority of our time spent together revolved around weed, trading terrible hookup stories and lusting after the frat boys Eric was totally convinced would fuck us one day.
In the haze of a fresh bowl, Eric suggested it.
”Have you ever been to a bathhouse?” He drawled, wagging his brows at me. I shook my head no in response, too busy inhaling from the glass bowl cupped in one hand.
“We should go,” Eric continued. He was a skinny twink, lightly tanned with soft features. I had a little more muscle packed on my 5’10” frame, my fairer skin gone golden from a day at the beach.
“And which one of us is going to be the top?” I joked, shooting him a look.
“Fuck off,” Eric laughed, shoving my shoulder. “No, dude, listen: we could find some stranger dick, maybe some coke. Come on, Brandon.” He pressed one hard finger into the ball of my shoulder. “Maybe that hot dad from the Chick-Fil-A will be there.”
I couldn’t argue with that logic, which was how I found myself forking over $40 for a 6 month pass to my neighborhood Steamworks. We’d both already douched and dressed in comfortable, pull-off clothes before leaving my place: Nasty Pig jocks, Lululemon shorts and tank tops. We’d be stripping most of it off anyway.
The man at the front desk leered at me. He was hot in a greasy, James Franco way; exactly my type. His eyes roamed me up and down, from the pierced nipples pressing through the thin fabric of my tank top to the high cut of the shorts on my muscular legs, as he rattled off some basic rules for entering the bath house.
Shower first, no clothes beyond that point, person items stay in your locker.
“Easy enough,” Eric muttered, walking through the dual glass doors to the showers.
“How late do you work?” I asked, lagging behind. The guy was hot, with a chin like a saddle and a thick beard.
“Give me an hour?” He said lightly, eyeing me appreciatively once again.
“Will do,” I said, strolling off in the direction Eric went.
I stowed my stuff in a cheap locker, sticking my phone and wallet under my clothes and hoping to find them in the same place when I returned.
The locker room and shower stalls were connected, navy blue tile absorbing the shadows from the black lockers. 6 spigots stood a few feet apart on either wall. I already saw Eric cleaning himself off along with a few older men. I stepped under the shower spray, taking my time sudsing my body up. The old dudes didn’t do anything for me, but they were watching me as I arched my back slightly while washing my hair.
It felt sexy - I felt sexy. I looked at my naked body in a nearby mirror: pierced nipples, thick cock, ass toned from two-a-day workouts, my bleached hair slicked off my face. I looked like a guy about to get used. With a shrug, I stepped into the bathhouse.
I passed a line of doorways, about half of them left open, all of them producing loud grunts and moans. The air was steamy and smelled like cum stains. The place had looked nicer online, but I wasn’t here for the decor. Even though it had been Eric’s idea to come here, I was into it now.
A familiar hand slapped my ass as Eric walked past me, a towel slung loosely around his hips.
“See ya,” he sang as he turned a corner into bathhouse’s wet room
I laughed to myself, taking my time exploring the place. A few men were by themselves like I was, but most were engaged with one or more partners. An old man was bent over a low railing being fucked by a massive black guy in the same room that two guys jerked each other off while making out, clearly getting off on being watched. I understood the sentiment.
I made my way to the hot tubs, sinking down to my chest in the empty Jacuzzi. I dunked my head once, letting out a relieved groan. If I have to suck dick just to get in a hot tub everyday, so be it.
I was joined by two other men after a while. They looked like the ‘roided out gym bros I always ended up blowing in bathroom stalls at bars, shoulders like football players and rock hard stomachs.
“Evening,” one said, dropping in directly beside me. He was freckled all over, his red hair shaved short. His cock was long and uncut with a vein I wanted to drag my tongue over.
“Hope you don’t mind a two for one deal,” his friend said, dropping in on my other side. He was a brunette double of the redhead, though his cock was thicker than his friend’s.
“More the merrier,” I mumbled under my breath as I swam forward to stand before them. “Where do I start?”
The brunette grabbed me first, telling me to inhale deeply before he pushed me down by my hair on his cock. It filled my mouth, warmer than the chemical bubbles from the tub, and he pushed me down until my nostrils were pressed into his bush. He held me there until I began tugging on his arm, allowing me up to gasp for air.
“Look at that mouth,” he said, running a lazy thumb over my lower lip. He dunked me back under once I’d caught my breath, moving me up and down on his rock hard cock at a punishing rate. Every time the head of his cock pushed past my Adam’s apple I gagged, choking on water and skin at the same time. I could feel snot welling up in my throat but was never given the opportunity to snort it up.
Once I was let up to catch my breath, assuring both men that I loved the rough treatment, I was turned around and began to deep throat the redhead’s cock. It was longer than the brunette’s, choking me halfway down. He pushed my head down, smacking the back of my shoulders as I resisted.
“Open,” he growled, forcing the full length of his cock in my mouth.
I felt a pressure at my hole before the brunette pushed himself inside without warning. I moaned into the redhead’s bush, gagging again as I began to see stars. The brunette grabbed me by the throat, lifting me out of the water as he fucked my hole hard.
“You take it so good,” he panted, squeezing my throat tighter as he tried to catch my breath. “Bet you’re a little piggy too.”
I managed a nod, unable to speak as my head began to spin, and felt his cock release a hard stream of urine into my ass. He fucked me harder as he pissed in me, releasing my neck to hold me by my hair. I coughed and sputtered up slime that trailed down my face, and the brunette leaned in to kiss me as his friend finished pissing in me.
“Switch,” the redhead grunted, pulling out quickly enough to leave me feeling empty. His friend filled the absence quickly enough, pushing his way inside with an aggression the redhead hadn’t shown.
He picked up speed until he was at a fast clip, his hips snapping against mine as his cock bounced against my prostate.
“Piss in him,” the redhead said, pushing his cock down my throat with a stuttering motion that let me know he was cumming soon.
The brunette obeyed, and I let out a high pitched whine at the feeling of his piss and his cock head hitting my prostate at once. I released into the water with a gasping cry, the redhead following soon after. He held me balls deep on his cock, his length choking me as I tried to catch my breath from my orgasm, and spilled his cum deep in my throat. I swallowed every drop, pulling off at last with deep, rasping breaths.
The redhead reached over to grab the brunette’s nipples, twisting them between his fingers as he kissed him. The brunette’s hips stuttered as he came, his hot seed blooming deep inside me. He pulled me back by my hair hard, forcing me to arch my back as he ducked his load deeper inside me.
”Good fucking boy,” he bellowed, his deep baritone making my spent cock stir again.
When he pulled out, he and his friend kissed me, tasting the redhead’s seed on my tongue before moving on to a different area of the bathhouse. I leaned back on the cool tiles surrounding the sunken tub, catching my breath as the porcelain leeched the heat from my reddened skin.
My hole was sore, my throat scraped raw, but I didn’t feel tired. Worn out, sure, but in the best way. I’d fantasized about something like that for years and it had taken less than a half hour on a random weekday for it to come true.
”Fucking hell,” I muttered under my breath, pushing myself up from the damp ground and to my feet. I stood, walking toward the front entrance. I could just see the guy from the front desk out of the dual glass doors. The lobby was empty, no customers around. I knocked on the glass doors, hard, earning his attention. I just grinned at him, pressing my pecs against the glass.
“Come fuck me,” I mouthed with my sexiest grin, driving my naked hips forward to pantomime my words.
He grinned, lazy and crooked, before looking around as if someone were there to catch him in the act. When he confirmed nobody was, he stepped through the glass doors, his eyes zeroing in on my naked body.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered under his breath, bringing me closer to him. “I’m gonna take my time with you.”
“Yeah?” I replied, stepping closer. My damp, bare torso pressed against his t-shirt and I could feel the curve of his muscular chest through the fabric. “Where?”
He led me to an empty room, pushing me bodily down on the bed. He left the door propped open, putting me on my hands and knees facing it.
“I see you’ve already been playing,” he chuckled, sliding a thick finger in my hole and earning a moan in return. “Daddy wants to see that cherry.”
As he pressed his cock inside me, I began to understand why he’d waited until I wasn’t looking to take his dick out. It was massive, like a huge water bottle forcing its way into my guts.
“What’s your name, kid?” He muttered, picking up speed as I let out another high pitched moan.
“Brandon,” I grunted out, struggling to keep myself on all 4’s as he put more of his weight into each thrust.
“Nice to meet you, Brandon,” he said, locking both hands around my neck to keep me upright. “I’m Logan.”
I laughed hoarsely as he used me, feeling his head slip past my second hole. I tried to reply in turn, but I couldn’t speak as his grip on my neck tightened.
“Gonna get my boy pregnant,” he huffed out, pulling all the way out before slamming balls deep again. I cried out, flailing my arms to no avail as he wrecked me.
“Fucking cum in me,” I managed to choke out, my hole aching as he continued to ravage it. I wanted him to turn my hole inside out, leave it gaped in the shape of his massive cock.
“Dirty boy,” he muttered, fucking me even harder as his moans grew louder. “Fuck, baby.” His breathing grew labored as his hot cum spurted into my hole, my third load in less than an hour.
When he pulled out, I expected him to return to work, but he flipped me on my back - it hurt btw, fuck you Jonah - and pressed my legs up.
“Look at that,” he whispered, pushing two fingers into my sloppy gaping hole. “You could take a fist.”
“Fuck no,” I laughed, sitting half up to look at him. “You fuck like a piston but that’s not happening.”
“Just let me try,” he said, waving a dismissive hand and pressing my chest back down. He pulled a bottle of lube from his pocket, followed by a bottle of poppers that he tossed to me.
He lubed his hand up as I unscrewed the bottle top, bringing it to my left nostril and inhaling deeply for 10 seconds. I repeated the motion on my right nostril, Logan watching me lazily. My edges began to slowly blur, so I repeated the motion twice more.
“You like poppers?” Logan drawled, raising one thick brow.
I nodded, my tongue already hanging out. Logan lubed one fist up, returning the same two fingers to my hole and pressing in hard. He took the poppers bottle with his other hand, holding it near my face.
“Inhale,” he commanded as he pressed a third finger in, thrusting in and out to slowly stretch my pussy. I obeyed, breathing in until my eyes watered. “Hold it,” Logan growled, his motions getting more aggressive. I did, my head swimming as my mind began to swirl.
I felt a hard pressure in my hole as Logan forced his whole fist in without warning. It felt hot like a hundred beestings until the poppers did their job and Brandon was floating.
”There we go,” Logan rumbled, giving me another deep hit as he dug his fist in deep. “Look at that meaty cunt.”
My hole was truly trashed now, I could see it in the mirrored wall behind us, a donut of battered pink meat wrapped around Logan’s thick man arm.
“More,” I managed to choke out, my brain fried from the poppers and the onslaught of cock.
Logan began to move, working his knuckles in and out, provoking guttural grunts and screams from me with every movement. My cock was quickly hardening again, my balls tightening as I began to climb toward orgasm.
Logan punched my man cunt harder, knuckles sliding easily past my ring now as my only communication turned into tortured sounds. It felt like when my hot history teacher, Mr. Wagoner, had told us about medieval torture methods. I was on the rack, my body being stretched at every angle as I was hollowed out throughly.
”Big himbo cunt, yeah?” Logan said, twisting his fist inside me.
”Yeah!” I yelled out, feeling him dig deeper inside me. I felt my body coil up like a spring until I was pissing all over myself, Logan having taken control of my mind body and bladder all at once.
“Fucking pig,” Logan sneered, thumping my chest hard as he pummeled my hole. My body began that slow climb again, my moans growing higher and somehow even more tortured. Logan removed the poppers bottle from my nose, wrapping one hand tight around my balls and using it like a handle as he fisted me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck I-“ But I was already letting go, cum and piss mixing together in the ridges of my muscular torso before pooling onto the bed beneath us.
Logan pulled out after a moment, bringing the hand he’d used to stretch me out to my lips.
“Open,” he said. His voice left no room for instruction, and his meaty wet fingers were in my throat within seconds. I could taste my own hole - beefy and raw, mixed with the cheap synthetic taste of lube and the salt of our combined sweat - and it made me wish I could cum again.
I lay on my back on the bathhouse’s filthy, by the hour mattress in a pool of my own mess, my body slick with sweat, my hole gaping wide. I reeked of piss, cum and sex.
Logan leaned down, thumping my chest hard twice.
“Call me sometime,” he said, wiping his cock off on the sheets and pulling his pants back on. “We can get that pussy stretched wide.”
“Fuck no,” I repeated, laughing. I rattled off my number to him anyway, feeling sore in the best way.
“That’s what you said the first time,” Logan shot back with a raised brow, saving my contact info. “Texted you so you’ve got my digits now. And, uh… room’s yours for the night.”
“It better fucking be,” I panted, climbing to my feet as I felt cum and piss sluice down the ridges of my body. Logan laughed lightly, kissing me on the lips for a few long moments.
”I meant what I said,” he said once he pulled away, gripping me by the back of my neck. “Call me.”
I promised I would, following him out of the room and parting off toward the showers. He stood at the dry edge, watching me. His eyes were hungry, but I get it, he had to work.
I repeated my earlier routine, arching and bending and spreading, and heard him audibly groan.
”Fuck you,” he chuckled, making no move to shift his gaze.
I just laughed, finishing my shower as he parted ways. I dried myself off, walking back out to the common area Eric had first left me in. I sat down by an illuminated fish tank, my naked body turned fluorescent in the LED glow. I felt used, turned inside out in the best way. I lay my head back, letting my eyes flicker shut for a moment.
I opened them at the familiar sound of footsteps nearing. Eric was naked, his round ass spanked bright red. His smile was contagious, his energy buoyant as he sat down beside me.
”You,” he said dramatically, pointing one finger theatrically, “look like a whore.”
I laughed, smacking the finger away.
“I just got eiffel towered, bred twice then fisted,” I laughed. “I am a whore.”
“Good for you,” Eric replied sagely, flicking one of my nipples. “The front desk guy?”
”The front desk guy,” I confirmed, smacking his hand away again.
