Date: Wed, 25 Jun 2014 14:32:44 -0700
From: HB pS <hbps01@gmail.com>
Subject: Used At Steamworks 2

After the older man with the eight inch cock that had just fucked my ass
into submission had left my room at Steamworks in Seattle, I collapsed into
my bed with a thud.  My cock was dripping precum through the confines of
its steel chastity cage enclosing it.  I was not expecting to have my hole
completely opened up and used within the first ten minutes of my journey to
the bathhouse, and to be left in a heap on my bed, a used condom with a
full load in the garbage can next to me.  My goal was to get my needy ass
fucked good, and I had already accomplished that.  But I wasn't done - a
sixth sense told me this wasn't the end.

I lifted myself up from the bed and went for another walk - again, only
clad in my black jockstrap, with a bottle of lube and my freshly-opened
bottle of poppers in my hand.  A condom was tucked into the waistband of my
jockstrap, but this was a well-run bathhouse - everywhere you turned, there
were caches of condoms to use.  I could hear the small padlock clinking
against my cage with each step, and the sound made my cock begin to swell
against its confines.  I felt "broken in" to the bathhouse again - I felt
confident and wanted more cock before I left, and I was going to get it.

I blindly wandered into the gloryhole area and tried to feel my way around
the tight turns in the corridors.  The lighting was so low in the entire
bathhouse that going into an area that was truly dark was disorienting,
especially since I didn't really know the layout very well.  But in a very
short period, I had wandered upon the two things I wanted - a man with a
hard cock, and a gloryhole to suck it through.  That's all I needed and
that's all I wanted!  My new friend walked up to the "upper" level of the
gloryhole area, and I stayed on the lower level where I belonged.  The
height difference of the levels was perfect, because both of us could stand
and do what we wanted - he could stand there with his hard six-inch cock
poking through the hole, and I could stand and look up through the hole as
I inhaled his cock to the root in one gulp.

I slurped on his cock through the gloryhole, building up a good amount of
spit so it could slide all the way in and all the way out, from tip to
root, on nearly every stroke.  He would reach through occasionally and
fondle my head, neck and shoulders, which I absolutely loved, and sometimes
trying to gag me with little short thrusts.  He also withdrew his cock from
the hole and draped his large sack through the hole instead, which I
dutifully worshipped, tonguing each ball and sucking them into my soft
mouth.  Sadly, they were too big to take both in my mouth at once, but I
definitely tried.

After far too short a time, my suckbuddy withdrew his cock, saying he
didn't want to cum yet.  I understood - if not for the cage preventing it,
I probably would have already jerked myself off earlier.  But all it did
was increase how horny I was.  I thanked him for the delicious cock he
allowed me to suck, then went off to look for others.

After a quick stop to freshen up at the bathroom (and checking out the
cocks on the guys in the showers) I finally stumbled upon the theatre room.
 The room had a large screen on one wall playing a hot video, with two long
plush neoprene-covered "couches" along the walls in front of it.  A
mustached man that appeared to be of Spanish descent was sitting on the
couch in the corner, fondling his hardening cock.  The big feature, though,
was the leather fuck bench in the center of the room, where a muscled jock
was getting fucked good by a smaller man hammering away at his plump ass.
 It's weird - in all my time, I had never actually sat down and watched two
guys fucking from just a few feet away.  That was about to change - I sat
down and began to fondle both my swollen balls and my slighty opened up
hole while I watched the hot action right in front of me.

It didn't take long for my own cocklust to resurface, though.  Boldly, I
reached over to the man next to me and wrapped my hand around his hard
cock, stroking it before leaning over to take it in my mouth.  He took the
bottle of poppers from my hand and gave me two hits from it before taking
some of his own.  The lube tumbled from my hand and came to a rest next to
him right as the poppers took hold, sending my head into a rush of
sluttiness.  I moaned as I took more of that cock into my mouth, licking
his tight sack on the downstroke and caressing his shaft with my tongue on
the upstroke.  The wet slapping sounds of two bodies rutting together at
the bench echoed in my ears, as the sound of my own slurping threatened to
drown it out.  At times we were in perfect sync, at other times we were the
exact opposite, but it was very hot to kneel on that couch and suck while
the fuck happened just scant feet away.

Others wandered in and out of the room to check out just who was making all
the noise - both myself and the bottom on the bench were definitely
enjoying what was being done to us.  One was a taller, slim type - not a
twink, but a college age kid with a jock and VERY nice cock sticking
straight out from over the jock.  It was a cock I would've loved to suck,
but he was just as interested in the cock I was sucking as I was.
 Graciously, I removed the cock from my mouth and sat back, giving him a
chance to jam it into his own mouth.  The college boy corkscrewed his head
on that cock, taking it easily and sloppily - a cocksucker after my own
heart! - before getting back up and walking over to the couple on the
bench.  I grinned to myself at the utter depravity going on and resumed my
blowjob on the man on the couch.

I glanced over to the couple fucking just in time to see the smaller man
thrust forcefully a few times, elicting a groan from his fuckee, then jam
it all the way in and hold, cumming in his condom.  I could feel the cock
in my mouth jerk as my own partner took in the sight.  The smaller man
withdrew and helped up his partner from the bench before the two left.
 With the bench now empty, I had a chance to fulfill my own fantasy - I had
always wanted to get fucked - and hopefully from both ends - while on a
leather fuck bench and now the time was at hand.  I went down all the way
on my partner's cock, feeling my throat give way momentarily as the head
punched through, and swallowed around it, before wetly lifting my head back
off it completely.  I stroked the cock slowly as I looked up at my partner
and asked if he would fuck me.  The grin he gave me was all the answer I
needed.

I crawled up on the bench, my bubble butt pointing right at my partner's
hard cock.  This was a very well designed bench - the arms and chest pieces
were at more natural inclines, so your head was down, but your ass was up,
right where it belonged.  My fuckbuddy handed me my bottle of poppers and I
took a big hit for the upcoming fuck, as he took the condom from my
waistband and applied it to his cock.  The lube  reappeared and I slathered
a nice dollop on my hole, inserting one or two fingers and adding it to the
lube already there from the previous fuck.  Once his condom was sheathed, I
stroked it with the same hand before turning back toward the TV screen and
putting my head down to the side.  I didn't have to wait long until I felt
the head of his cock placed against my asslips and, with one sure push, his
cock was all the way in.

His cock wasn't as big as the one that had opened me up earlier, but the
angle was far better and the cock was scraping my prostate on nearly every
thrust.  I could feel the cool liqud of my precum coating the head of my
cock and slickening it to rub the inside of my chastity cage.  The thrusts
of his cock caused my caged cock to bounce out of my jockstrap into the
open, but I didn't care.  My inner slut had taken over.  All I wanted was
more cock and my fucker was more than happy to give it to me.

Moaning and taking another hit of poppers as his cock plundered my hole, I
opened my eyes to see guys wandering in and out of the room, seeing my
degradation on this fuckbench.  I thought the college kid had left, but he
was still around - and apparently horny, as he came right up to me with
that gorgeous cock of his and waggled it at me.  I don't need more
invitation than that - I opened my mouth and took it right in, and finally,
I was getting spitroasted on a leather fuckbench as I always wanted.  The
positioning was perfect, the mood was perfect, the cocks were fantastic,
and as two other men stood nearly and watched, everything was in place.  My
fantasy was getting fulfilled right here.  I was finally the slutty bitch I
always wanted to be.

Unfortunately, all good things come to an end - my ass became sore because,
let's face it, lube doesn't last forever on a condom.  My bottle had
somehow disappeared, probably lost in the couch, so I reluctantly took my
mouth of the college-age cock in front of me and turned my head back to my
fuckbuddy, asking for a break.  He smiled and withdrew, his cock bobbing in
the air, and left to walk to the nearby bathroom to clean off.  The college
kid wandered off, sadly, as I lifted myself off the bench and barely got as
far as the other couch before slumping down on it, sexually sated but
exhausted.  I nearly fell asleep right there, but with eyes closed, still
listened to the sounds of sex around me, and the dull thump of the
bass-heavy music in the bathhouse.

After about five minutes or so, I took one last deep breath and pushed
myself up to my knees.  I felt something touch my left hand in the crack
between the neoprene cushions, and reached in to find my lost bottle of
lube.  Just then, with almost perfect timing, my Spanish fuckbuddy walked
back in, his cock now clean of any lube or condom gunk, but still hard as a
rock.  Now calmed down, I was still horny, and beckoned him over to me.  I
pulled myself to a sitting position as he walked over, and as he got close
enough, I immediately leaned down and took his cock back in my mouth, the
cock sliding where it belonged.  He was a bit more forceful this time,
holding my head and fucking my plump lips with his cock before letting go
and letting me direct the sucking.  More poppers were had, and as we both
heated up, my tongue tasting drops of precum, he leaned down and whispered
to me "Wanna finish what we started?"

I knew he had to have been close to shooting, and I was still horny as fuck
- the chastity cage did its job and kept me on the edge.  Rather than
return to the bench, I simply slinked over the arm of the couch and laid my
chest down upon it, leaving my well-fucked ass open for him to mount me.  I
remember thinking how thoughtful he was to go through the effort to use the
condom, wash himself off for more sucking, then use another condom, just to
fuck me.  And fuck me he did, after putting another condom on and lubing up
with my bottle.  By this time, more men had entered the room, but in my
position, I never saw their faces.  One of their cocks, however, did make
my aquaintance, as a slightly pudgy older man offered his cock to me, and
just like that, I was taking cock in both ends once again.

The man I was sucking rubbed my shoulders and my fuckbuddy rubbed my ass as
his cock thrusted in and out of my hole.  Both of them must have been right
on the edge - my suckee withdrew his cock and shot his load on the floor,
which was a complete waste, in my opinion - I would've been more than glad
to swallow his load.  This tipped my fucker off, and with one last thrust,
I felt his cock jerk as his load squirted into the condom around his cock.
 He kept his cock in me, marinating it in the feel of his own cum, before
withdrawing, the condom still around his cock and loaded.

I had been fucked twice, once by a BIG cock, been spitroasted twice and had
a fantasy fulfilled.  I was finally satiated.  I pulled myself away from
the theatre room and the insanely hot sex it had provided me to return to
my room for my towel, then take a long, hot shower.  I could see other guys
eye up the gleaming steel of my chastity cage, but I didn't care.  All of
them had already seen me be a complete slut for any cock that'd have me, so
what did I care?  I eyed up a couple and considered some as they considered
me, but I was more than happy with the action I had received.  My legs were
already shaky - I still had to walk out of here!

My time nearly done, I went back to the room and dressed in my street
clothes, then checked out of Steamworks.  The attendant thanked me for
coming (I laughed a bit - I didn't actually cum, but I may as well have!)
and I exited into the blinding light of a summer day in downtown Seattle.
 As I walked back to my car, I passed a number of people that just ignored
me as they walked along to the end of the day, and I thought to myself, "If
you only knew what I just did..."