The Man Room

On business trips to a major city, I visited every six weeks, one of my pleasures was to visit a gay action bar named ‘The Hague.’ The owner was of Dutch origin, hence the name. It was a very enjoyable bar and I always found it most agreeable to spend a few hours there on stays.

In the upstairs section, there was a glory hole area and three large cubicles, with the largest of these accommodating a sling. I did entertain myself upstairs from time to time, but for purpose of this story, I shall refrain from recounting those details.

A short way off from this bar there was a second bar, called ‘The Man Room,’ which I had never visited before. Having asked about this establishment on visits to The Hague, I was told that; The Man Room was rather hectic.

After quite a few beers on a very quiet night at The Hague one evening, I decided to head back to my hotel at around eleven o’clock somewhat disappointed by night out on the town. Passing by ‘The Man Room’ en route, I decided on the spur of the moment to check it out, in the hope that I could salvage what had been a rather boring outing, thus far.

After knocking on the door of the establishment, a slot in the door opened and a pair of eyes absurdly asked if I wished to enter. The eyes then mumbled the entry price, which apparently also included a complimentary drink.

The lighting was fairly dim as I entered the place and it took my eyes a good few minutes to adjust. When I boldly requested my free beer, a duffel bag was placed on the counter. Observing my surprise, I was informed that it was ‘Pork-Night’ and that clothing was therefore prohibited. Somewhat bashfully, I undressed and placed my outfit into the bag provided.

Next, uncomfortably clutching the bar counter with one hand, I started sipping on the beer that had been placed before me before glancing over my shoulder. Elatedly, I saw a few naked bodies moving about as my eyes began adapting to the gloom.

I had never been in a similar situation before and the nudity made me feel somewhat awkward. Fortunately, my alcohol intake thus far helped me cope with the circumstances. Finally relaxing, I took a good look at the barman, whose eyes I had earlier accosted me. He was really rather hunky, in fact, he was actually fuckin’ hot. He was wearing a large PA with two balls on either end, through the front of his very substantial dick.

A short while later, I asked where the toilet because I urgently needed to relieve my abused bladder. Having been issued with directions, I headed to a back area as and was soon enjoying a well-earned piss.

As I was finishing off a rather good-looking man joined me at the urinal. When he began pissing, he looked at me with a suggestive expression on his face. I have no idea why, but I placed my hand at the front of his cock and let him piss in my hand. After stemming his flow, he placed his hand on my shoulder and pushed me to my knees. I had never indulged in piss-play before but allowed him to piss in my mouth. Amazingly, it wasn’t disgusting at all, and actually, fuckin’ awesome.

After he had finished pissing, his cock, which was by now fully erect, remained in my mouth. I was very happy when his hands took hold of my head and he started skull-fucking me. Sadly, this did not last long before he extracted his dick.

“Hold on buddy, I don’t want to cum just yet,” he said with a rueful smile before he walked out of the ablution area.

Devastated yet hopeful, I then saw another guy who was standing at the urinal who was taking a piss. He was rather effeminate and truly not normally my taste. I was, however, so horny by now that I would have sucked off a filthy homeless guy.

“Hi, I’m Andrew,” I said, introducing myself in hopeful anticipation.

The queen immediately lifted his left hand and with his palm facing me, shook his head disdainfully. As he passed by me to exit the toilets, he said, “I’d rather walk on by, baby, because you’re simply not my type.” My forty-something paunch and somewhat pissed demeanour had obviously not appealed to him.

After exiting the toilets area, I made my way up a staircase that I had passed before entering the ablution area. At the top of the stairs, there was an open large location with a thin counter surrounding the entire zone. On the dozen or so barstools in this area, there were four rather good-looking young men seated. Much as I tried to make eye contact and ingratiate myself to these guys, there were simply no takers. Unperturbed and bemused, I continued my tour of the upstairs section.

The first empty cubicle I entered en route was very small, and as I peered through a glory hole the adjoining room was vacant. After exiting I turned a left corner to pass the room I had just looked into. Adjoining this room there was a third larger cubicle, followed by a fourth and even larger booth with a sling. Both rooms were also unoccupied.

Opposite, on the right-hand side of the passage I entered a fifth stall which also contained a sling. This sling, however, was in use. The inhabitant of the sling was a really pretty guy whom I had seen earlier at The Hague. He was quite short and had a slim body. Both his ankles were imprisoned on either side on the chain securing the synthetic hammock.

He had a horny look on his face even though his eyes looked glazed, like someone who had either smoked some dope or ingested something stronger. Boldly, as I touched his arse I could tell that it had been well used. I then slid a finger into his slushy butt and was soon being encouraged to up the ante.

“Yeah, that feels great, bro,” he said in a spaced-out manner, before resuming, “More, fuck yeah; give me more of your fuckin’ hand.”

As my fourth finger entered him he pleaded with me to fist him. I had never fisted anyone before and was about to embark on a new chapter in my sexual education. Once my fist had entered him, two other guys entered the room as he signalled his approval.

One of the men, the better looking of the two, stood next to me and immediately began criticizing my lack of skill. The second man, who was heftier and unattractive, instantly began face-fucking Sling-Boy.

After I withdrew my hand so that Fist-Expert could show me the ropes, he commenced giving Sling-Boy’s butt a real working over. Grunting his approval, Sling-Boy commenced groaning on the cock he was sucking.

I watched, entranced, as Fist-Expert manipulated his hand expertly, with his body moving about like a monkey in a fruit tree. Hefty was also frantically humping Sling-Boy’s mouth and tweaking Sling-Boy’s nipples at this point. I stood watching like an unwelcome horny outsider, as Fist-Expert’s began pumping his forearm deeper and deeper into Sling-Boy’s butt. The treasure that I had discovered had now been totally usurped by the newcomers, and feeling like a spare part.

Next, as Fist-Expert enclosed his knob in his hand with the tips of his fingers extending forward toward the head of his knob, I watched in disbelief as he commenced stabbing the contrivance into Sling-Boy’s backside. The sight of what I was witnessing actually began to overwhelm me and I decided to throw in the towel before exiting the stall.

In the passage, five young guys passed me including the queen who had earlier rejected in the ablution area. They all entered the opposite sling room and closed the door behind them.

I immediately moved into the adjoining stall and knelt to look through the glory hole to observe their activities. The queen was soon positioned on the sling, being butt and face-fucked by two of the guys. I was then surprised when my view was suddenly blocked but delighted to discover a cock materializing before me. Naturally, I began sucking lustily. Not long after that, the cock retracted, only to be followed by a second dick.

As the men in the room continually swapped positions fucking queen, I got to enjoy all four of their cocks briefly. Regrettably, I did not get to relish any of their loads. I presumed that all four guys had obviously opted to discharge their spunk into the Sling-Slut’s backside.

After they had all departed I sat at the glory hole unsated. Despondently, I then arose and as I was about to make my way back downstairs, I looked into the first sling cubicle. Fist Expert was no longer there, and “Hefty” had moved around to Sling-Boy’s backside. There, Hefty was on his knees and feasting on Sling-Boy’s pussy like a ravenous pig.

I was aroused by this, and as I began tugging on my dick I moved toward Sling-Boy’s head. Instantly, his greedy lips attacked my knob. With all the pent-up frustration of the evening, I soon began to announce my impending release.

Hefty got to his feet in a flash and ordered me to unload in Sling-Boy’s backside. I hastily did as told hoping that Hefty would now stick his knob in my backside. Alas, it did not happen and a minute or so later, I was unloading into Sling-boy’s arse.

“Is that a big load?” Hefty asked, with his gaping mouth looking like a glazed doughnut.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Fuck yeah… Now pull your cock out very slowly… don’t fuckin’ let his pussy spill a drop,” Hefty anxiously instructed.

I did as told and once my dick was fully removed my body was unceremoniously pushed to the side, before Hefty was again on his knees and feasting.

As I watched them, Sling-Boy began to beg Hefty to fist him. After Hefty got to his feet, his right hand rapidly entered Sling-Boy’s backside. I stood there hoping that I would be included in their action, it soon dawned on me that I had served my purpose and that my participation would not be required.

When Hefty commenced slipping the fingers of his left hand over the wrist of his right hand before embarking on a double-fisted ambush, I decided that I had seen enough. As I made my way back to the bar I could hear the hectic grunts of Sling-Boy filling the air.

After retrieving my clothes, I finally left for my hotel.

Chuckling to myself on the way, I ruefully reflected upon a most disappointing evening.