I never imagined a place like that existed. It was called The Gay Pleasure Center, and it was a mix between a luxury hotel, an amusement park, and a dark room. I ended up there by chance. I was in Barcelona for work and finished a few days earlier than expected, so I looked up a sauna online to kill some time and stumbled upon this place.
The first thing I should mention—which was definitely striking—is that when I arrived, the front desk asked if I wanted to pay or take the free tour. I didn't mind paying, but the free entry made me curious. It reminded me of the "free tours" on porn sites, so I asked the hunk at the entrance what it was all about. He asked me to step into a small room. Once inside, he told me to take off my shirt. After admiring my bare torso, he told me without much ado to pull my cock out. I gladly obliged. He knelt down, took his time weighing my balls, smelling the tip of my dick, and tapping it until it was stiffer than a flagpole. After fondling it to his heart's content, he gave me his approval.
"You've got what it takes to get in for free," he said. "Pick a profession."
He handed me a sheet with 40 different professions. Among the typical hotel jobs like waiter or prep cook, "plasterer" caught my eye, because before working as an IT consultant, I spent a few years hanging drywall with my brother.
"Plasterer sounds good," I told the hunk. "What do I have to do?"
"Isn't it obvious?" he replied. "You have to fill holes."
He took me by the hand to a locker room and found me the right outfit. He asked me to undress. I did.
"Underwear too, handsome."
"Alright, alright."
He gathered all my clothes, my phone, and my wallet, and locked them in a locker. Then he handed me the plasterer's gear: baggy white pants full of holes—with one particularly large hole at the crotch and another right at the asshole—comfortable sandals, a very tight shirt to show off my pecs, and a white cap covered in plaster stains.
"You look the part."
"Thanks, man."
He then led me to an elevator. We went up two floors and grabbed a ladder, a bucket, a bag of plaster that I had to carry myself, some water buckets, and a highly polished iron trowel from a utility room. We went up another floor, and he led me to a wide landing between the stairs, pointing to a twelve-inch hole in the ceiling.
"I'll go get a piece of drywall. You can get water from any room; none of the doors are locked. Have fun."
And he left me there in the middle of the hallway, wearing pants with holes that let my balls hang out, and a job to do. I waited a while, hesitant and alone, until I decided to fill a bucket with water. I opened the door to the nearest room, 307, and found a guy in his forties sleeping soundly, completely naked, on a round bed. He looked like he’d had a wild night, but his companions hadn't stayed to sleep with him after the party. He had traces of cum all over his body, which meant he must have sucked quite a few cocks. His own dick was massive and still a thick half-chub, so he couldn't have been asleep for long.
I went into the bathroom and started filling the bucket under the bathtub faucet, making a bit of noise to see if he’d wake up and invite me to suck his dick, but the poor guy was sleeping like a baby. I turned off the tap and stepped out of the bathroom. I spent some time just watching the stud. I wanted to do something dirty with the bastard, but I didn't know if it was okay to bother the paying guests, or if the guy would be pissed off by my intrusion. While I was making up my mind, my cock got rock hard and ended up deciding for me.
I left the bucket on the floor, kicked off my sandals, and climbed onto the bed. I slowly approached the sleeping man, but he didn't flinch. The smell of several men's semen filled my nostrils, and my cock started throbbing with a champion-level erection. I brought my face close to the bastard's balls and breathed in the scent. Then I rested my cheek against the shaft of his thick half-chub and stayed there for a few seconds, getting more and more turned on by what I was doing. I felt his hot meat against my face. I moved my head a little, rubbing my cheek against his dick, and suddenly I felt it starting to get hard. I stuck my tongue out, lowered my head a bit, and gave his balls a long lick. That woke him up.
"Who are you?" he asked, stretching.
"The plasterer," I said, my mouth still on his balls.
"What are you doing?"
"I was getting ready to suck your dick."
"I should probably shower first."
"Sounds like a good idea."
He got up and headed for the bathroom, but on the way, he kept touching his stiff dick and giving me a lewd smile.
"Will you be around when I get out?"
"I'll be right outside, filling a hole," I said.
The hunk from the front desk was probably about to return with the piece of drywall, and I was a professional.
"Well, I'll be right out to help you."
The cum-covered man got into the shower, and I put my sandals back on, grabbed my bucket, and left the room completely rock hard. I found that the receptionist had already stopped by; there was a piece of drywall leaning against the wall. I took a look at the hole in the ceiling and kicked the half-board they’d brought me to break it to size. I set up the ladder under the hole, grabbed the piece I needed, climbed three steps, and heard a door open behind me. I looked back. It wasn't the guy from 307; he wouldn't have even had time to soap up his dick yet. It was the guest from 311: a guy with a buzz cut, around twenty-five, wearing sunglasses and a business suit. He was carrying a suitcase, so he was checking out of the hotel right at that moment. He closed the door and stared at me for a while as I pretended to be interested in the state of the ceiling hole, when in reality, I was much more focused on the holes in my pants.
I heard him set his suitcase on the floor, and a second later, I felt him right next to the ladder I was standing on. I looked at him. Without saying a word, he brought two fingers to his mouth and coated them in spit. Then he shoved his fingers straight into my asshole. It was so unexpected I almost fell off the ladder. He slid his wet fingers up and down my ass crack while I gripped the ladder and stuck my ass out for him. Then he grabbed the fabric of the ragged pants they’d given me with both hands and, with one hard yank, made the hole five times bigger, leaving my ass completely exposed. He forcefully spread my cheeks and planted his tongue right on my hole. I surrendered to it, feeling his smooth, freshly shaven skin against mine, his lips diving into my open ass, and I almost came right then and there. And suddenly, as unexpectedly as it had started, he stopped. He grabbed his suitcase and got into the elevator without even saying goodbye, leaving me there with my ass hanging out and desperate for more.
I tried to wrap my head around the fact that this wasn't a normal hotel, that I could just go about my business without anyone being shocked to find a plasterer in the middle of the hallway with his bare ass exposed. While I waited for the stud from 307 to show up, hopefully cleaned up by now, I tried to fit the piece of drywall into place. It was too big, and as I struggled with it, perched on the fourth step, an electrician appeared in front of me. I know he was (or was playing) an electrician because he was carrying a roll of cables, but the clothes they’d given him didn't have any holes. His zipper wasn't even down. Since he approached from the front, he didn't see my bare ass, but he definitely noticed my balls, which were hanging obscenely out of the front hole.
"Morning," he said. "Working hard?"
"Just trying to leave this looking flawless."
"Your pants are a little fucked up."
"How observant."
"I've got a privileged view from down here."
"Well, if you saw how they look from the back..."
"I prefer this view."
He spent a while staring at my balls and whatever he could see of my massive erection until he reached out his hand, as if he were about to pick a ripe fruit, and asked very politely:
"May I?"
I spread my knees a bit to give him a better angle and answered:
"Go ahead."
When his fingers brushed the skin and curly hair of my balls, a shiver ran through my entire body. He let my balls rest in the palm of his hand and then traced his fingertips toward my backside. I held onto the ladder and leaned my body toward him so he could comfortably reach my asshole. But the electrician preferred to go back to my balls, then moved up to my stiff dick and pulled it down to pop it out through the opening. He admired the size of my member for a moment and then, as if suddenly in a hurry, brought his mouth close. I stepped down one rung to be more at his level, and he started jerking me off softly, his lips hovering right over the head, dragging out the anticipation. Right at that moment, two strong hands spread my ass cheeks from behind, and a wet tongue planted itself on my hole.
I turned around, pleasantly surprised, and found the stud from 307, freshly showered, naked, holding his massive cock in his hand, with his face buried in my ass. The guy was eating me out with absolute devotion. The electrician, spurred on by the sudden appearance of the naked hunk, took my whole dick into his mouth at once and started sucking like a bastard. While one devoured my cock with fierce hunger, the other delighted in licking my sphincter, burying his nose in my crack while giving himself a good handjob. It didn't take long for the electrician to unzip his pants and pull out his cock—a beautiful, seven-inch piece of meat with a heavy curve to the right. He spit into the palm of his hand and started stroking his shaft while going back to sucking me off like a madman.
Just then, two men stepped out of the elevator, located about fifteen feet from where we were. One was around 30, the other about 50. At first, they seemed a bit shy. Needless to say, my personal ass-eater didn't even notice they were there and kept licking my hole, while the electrician got twice as turned on by the new arrivals, sucking and jerking off with even more enthusiasm. After watching us for a few minutes, the older guy approached. I saw he had pulled his dick out and was masturbating, and once he felt confident enough, he slid his hand sideways between the cheeks of the naked, freshly showered man who was eating my ass. My stud paused for a second to see who the newcomer was, but it was when he saw the guy's companion—who hadn't joined the group yet—that his mouth started watering. Literally. I looked at him too and realized the guy was absolutely gorgeous. He was watching us from the elevator door, still hesitant to join in.
My stud then surprised me by lifting me effortlessly into the air, carrying me like a ragdoll from my ladder all the way to his round bed. He left the door open so the others could join or watch. He put me on all fours and brought his expert tongue right back to my hole. The others took their positions. The electrician lay on his back, slid his head under my belly, and claimed my shaft, picking up right where he left off in the hallway. The older newcomer started working my stud's ass. I looked for the gorgeous guy and saw him standing next to the bed, watching, but still not making a move to participate. The two mouths were working me so hard that when I spoke, it was between heavy pants.
"Pull that cock out and fill my mouth, handsome."
The hot guy smiled.
"What I've got won't fit in your mouth."
"Even better."
The guy climbed onto the bed, knelt in front of me—while I was still on all fours—and started unbuckling his belt agonizingly slowly. The electrician was switching between my dick and my balls with demonic voracity, and my stud was now shoving two fingers into my ass. The tension was skyrocketing, and I felt a growing, desperate need to get the hot guy's meat between my lips. But the cocky bastard was taking his sweet time. Now he was unbuttoning his pants.
Meanwhile, the older newcomer was eating my stud's ass, and with every lick he gave him, my stud shoved his fingers harder into me. I was going frantic, and the hot guy was finally pulling down his zipper. I was reaching a point where the ass-eater's fingers weren't enough anymore, so I yelled at him to shove his massive cock inside me. My screaming turned the electrician on even more, making him suck with greater force, pushing me closer to the edge. My stud, clearly a pro at this, filled my ass with lube and rolled a condom on in a flash. He got into position and buried the tip of his huge dick in me without warning. The guy working his ass must have been doing a great job, because my stud started pounding me ruthlessly. The fucking electrician wouldn't stop sucking, and I thought I was going to die when the hot guy finally pulled out his meat—a hot, throbbing monstrosity, the most brutal cock I had ever seen in my life. The fucking massive shaft overwhelmed my nostrils, and I started salivating in anticipation. The hot guy slapped my face with his meat, and I was a hair away from cumming.
"Eat it," he ordered. "Swallow until you burst."
I opened my mouth—while my dick was still being sucked and my ass was being frantically pounded—and managed to take the hot guy's enormous head between my lips. I started drooling like a madman, and the trail of saliva ran down his cock until it completely soaked his balls, which were just as massive as his shaft.
The guy started fucking my mouth, pushing deeper and deeper down my throat. I had never been impaled from the front and the back at the same time, let alone while getting my dick sucked, and just when I thought I had reached heaven, a newly arrived stranger started playing with my nipples. I thought I was going to pass out.
Then I completely lost track of time. All I know is that I was completely stuffed with cock, that I was a puppet, and that whenever I thought I had reached the absolute peak of pleasure, I discovered I was only halfway there. Because, lost in my own personal heaven, I didn't realize the minutes were passing and more men were joining in. Guys walking past door 307 saw what was happening inside and joined the party. Soon, it was a multitude of hands roaming my body or spreading my cheeks, dozens of lips sucking my balls, my neck, or my toes, and a whole pile of hard cocks slapping against me from all sides, taking turns drilling my ass or filling my mouth with hard, hot, throbbing meat.
At some point, I came in the mouth of someone who was sucking me spectacularly, but the tidal wave of sensations didn't let me lose my erection, and another mouth immediately took over where the last one left off. Someone came on my ear, and someone else licked the cum clean. Somehow, they managed to shove two cocks in my ass at the same time, and while they pounded me, two more cocks were forced into my mouth, while two other guys started unloading their sperm all over my back.
Someone grabbed me by the hair and started shoving my head against the thick shafts drilling my throat. I realized in ecstasy that one of those massive cocks still belonged to the hot guy. I managed to reach a hand down to his balls and stroked them, and then he came inside my mouth without warning, making me almost choke on the flood of semen he kept shooting down my throat. The other cock started unloading too, and I began spitting cum onto the mattress as the sheer arousal brought on another orgasm. I unloaded again into the mouth of someone who didn't stop sucking until every last drop was gone.
Then they flipped me over. They climbed onto the round bed, and I saw there were fifteen or sixteen of them. I watched in pure ecstasy as they jerked off over me—all those hard shafts, all those tight balls desperate to bathe me in their milk—and I felt like I was in paradise.
I closed my eyes, stuck my tongue out, and started taking the blasts of cum.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you enjoyed this wild, no-limits fantasy and crave more raw, visceral M/M tension, you need to check out my book STAINED, available now on Amazon and Everand! It’s a collection of six dark, highly explicit stories that will blow your mind and drain you completely. You can also click on my author name here to read more of my stories, or follow my new serialized novel, Instructions for Madness, on Reddit as u/Electrical-Candy7252 . Come join the madness!
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