If there’s a commonly reoccurring theme to my existence it is one of overbearing responsibility, doing the right thing, taking care of others and eschewing the thing that I might want for the thing that is most practical or more socially acceptable. All in all, it’s not a terrible perspective on it’s own but as with everything – moderation is key and without it one is always likely to get lost in the shuffling of the deck.
I can say with confidence that I’m not precisely the man I want to be. I like who I am in most regards, but I have a lot to learn about living. I see people in the world that are light hearted and fun and adventure seeking and while I have my moments in which I display such characteristics I often find myself feeling that in comparison to others who have come and gone from my life that these traits are definitely dialed down within me to a very conservative level.
I think too much. I over think. I assess everything. I have a real difficult time in letting go and enjoying the moment for what it is. Some part of me always wants to know what the moment means in the greater scheme of things. Is it building to something more? Is it a distraction from what I should be pursuing? …as I said, I have a real problem with over examination. I don’t know if it’s genetic or a result of how I was raised. Nonetheless it is in me and I’ve spent the better part of the last seven years retraining myself to be less of what I am and more of the person I want to become. The area in which I’ve gained the most ground – my sexuality.
I’ve never been sexually repressed in the traditional way that we like to think of sexual repression. I have kinks, taboo desires, and fetishes. I’ve had them from day one and I’ve always been aware of them. I’ve lived out many of my fantasies since then, but the level of fulfillment that I somehow felt I should have been receiving from living out such fantasies has always fallen short of the anticipated mark. As I gained greater degrees of experience I noticed a consistent trend. The women I would engage with intimately would tell me one after the other that our time together was unlike anything they’d experienced before and that they’d never been with a man who was so confident sexually, who acted without hangups, and who was so encompassingly intense and playful, seductive and attentive. They were having a great time and I did for a duration derive a thrill and a sense of pride from being the kind of lover that would get a random text or e-mail years later from such a woman telling me that she still thinks of the things we did and that it makes her smile. For a time that was enough. But then I noticed another trend. The cornerstone of my own experience was fast becoming one of providing memorable fulfulling experiences for others yet I didn’t seem to be along for the ride. I wasn’t able to say that I was getting much fulfillment, sense of adventure, or enjoyment myself.
Over time I was reaching a point in which I was becoming acutely aware of the differences between how the women I slept with conducted themselves comparative to how I handled myself during sex. My hands explored each woman’s entire form in an effort to search out her most unattended, unexplored erogenous zones and read her reactions. My words and tone of voice were each consciously tailored to fall on her ears in a way that brought her desires to a fevered, panting pitch and I noticed that as I put in all of this effort to find what might uniquely work for her, she would as each woman would – simply apply a one-size fits all approach toward me, leaving me unmoved, unfulfilled, and to a degree unimpressed.
From weekend to weekend, the faces of the women in my bed would change. The experience would not. There was no excitement in it for me and something needed to change.
I had long been involved in visiting swingers clubs on Friday or Saturday nights and in-truth I went semi-regularly both on my own and from time to time with a woman on my arm. There are a lot of voyeuristic opportunities within such an environment and they led to me once again noticing an overly exaggerated trend in what I was seeing. The men, despite whatever complaints women may have about the male gender, were attentive. They actively read their female partners looking for signs of satisfaction and enjoyment to appear in the sounds of their voices and in the expressions surfacing on their female partner’s faces. What I did not see were examples of the age old female complaint that men go straight for the breasts and pussy. Time and time again I watched as male hands were cradling the women’s heads, they were firmly pulling their heads back by the hair as their masculine lips and teeth made contact with her exposed and vulnerable neck. The lips and tongues of men would trace down the bodies of women circling the sensitive bits but never quite touching them directly until the tension had been properly built up in her mind and body. His hands now beneath her would cradle her ass as he circled her clit first with his breath and then with a gentle flick of his tongue before encompassing her entire vulva with his mouth in a firm kiss as his tongue slid upward between her swelling lips.
It always seems to play out in a similar fashion. Her hips rising and falling to meet her lover’s mouth in a rhythmic motion, her breathing catching in her throat before changing altogether into an audible panting moan. His eyes all the while looking up at her watching her face with her eyes closed. His hands sliding upwards from their grip on her ass to her outer hips, up over her stomach before moving downwards over the hourglass shape of her sides before circling back up her stomach to cup her breasts and firmly squeeze them before catching each of her nipples between his fingers. Pinching them. Twisting them. Her body arches back and her head tilts with it. Her hands now on her own body; running over her stomach, over her own breasts, her own neck and back down her body and up her own open thighs. Her lover untouched; unattended to. She cums under his touch, his mouth, his attention, and the energy he gives. She comes once then twice.
She sits up with hunger in her eyes and a lit fire for being fucked. Maybe he climbs on top, maybe she gets onto all fours back arched with her holes in the air; wet and ready, maybe she climbs on top of him. The position they take varies from couple to couple, but what follows is nearly universally the same. His hands continue to wash over her like a tide lapping at the shores, but if her hands, her energy, her attention land anywhere other than the sheets beneath her then they too will be washing over and crashing upon the same shores of her body. The form of her male lover’s body remaining an undiscovered land. Along the way, they cum.
This didn’t seem to bother anyone, male or female. For many, most, nearly all – maybe this is enough. But it is not enough for me. Such things leave me feeling undesired and my satisfaction unimportant and I want more. I want better.
I’ve never harbored an interest in men. I’ve never desired to sleep with men or to experiment with men. However, in the face of my muted satisfaction and frustration with women’s inability to return one’s sexual energy toward their partner I began to wonder – Why not men?
And that brings us to where I am today. I’ve now been with over a dozen men and there’s no turning this new part of me off again. I still sleep with women. I’ve been the third in two threesomes with male/female couples. For whatever reason, when it comes to my default desire for relationships, companionship, and to a degree sex – I still gravitate toward women. Men though …well, men are much more giving.
In the beginning I looked around at personals on craigslist and I did meet with men on two different occasions one of which culminated in the most mind opening, toe curling blow job I had ever received. I did however become quickly disenchanted by the quality of the online M4M ads along with the inarticulate messages that flooded in response to my own posted personals.
I quickly discovered adam4adam.com which was a private yet free membership hookup site and I found that the interactions there were much more conversational and inviting. The downside however was in the high number of men who would get cold feet at the last minute and ghost on the chat altogether. Next up, the mobile app Grindr.
I liked that I could search by type and interest. There were muscle bears, men into leather, Daddy types and silverfoxes, along with young boys, twinks, and even ladyboys. I chatted with anyone who looked interesting and who invested the effort to fill out their profile. For a long while it seemed like I had found the most promising venue for connecting with other men on a sexual level. I met one guy and we had an okay time, but in-truth the experience left me wondering if maybe men weren’t for me.
I’m not entirely certain exactly how I found my first bathhouse aside for that facts that I’m confident I searched it out online and that my motivation was that I wanted to find an environment similar to what swinger’s clubs provided for heterosexual couples.
My first bathhouse visit was thrilling. It was an hour and a half drive to get there from where I live and the anticipation on the drive was very much part of the fun. The nerves and excitement made me feel alive. It felt like a secret adventure that was all my own. Once inside, I enjoyed the sensation of undressing down to nothing in the locker room. As such a mundane act and one that I’ve done many times in gym locker rooms it seems to be something that shouldn’t have any effect, but the difference is all in the context. This time I was undressing not among indifferent men averting their eyes but I was exposing my physique in front of men who would soon be expressing a very real interest in running their hands over my muscles, tasting my skin, and treating me like a sex toy.
I stripped down and wrapped a skimpy white towel about my waist that parted over my left thigh as I walked. It was soft and thin enough to cling to the shape of my cock underneath. I felt sexual in that towel and the feeling of how it left me feeling seductively exposed was fun. I remember everyone I passed in the hallways visually appreciating my body lusting after me in a very apparent manner. It was such a radically new world and it felt so much more freeing than what I was accustomed to among mixed company swing clubs where women put in so much effort to act uninterested toward men they are attracted to.
The lighting was dim and a bluish-cool color temperature throughout the bathhouse. The extensive maze of corridors that made up the facility were lined with doors leading into private rooms and public play spaces. Many of the doors to the private rooms were open. The insides of the rooms spilling a warm reddish light out into the hallway. An open door seemed to stand as an invitation to watch whatever activities were taking place or to step in and have a bit of conversation or fun. As I traversed my way through the club familiarizing myself with the surroundings I discovered the wet area which was comprised of a massive in-floor hot tub capable of sitting twelve men, a steam room, and the most amazingly comfortable dry sauna I’ve experienced anywhere. The steam room was where most of the wet room action seemed to be taking place and I believed that to be due to the incredibly low visibility that lent a certain degree of anonymity to the wandering hands and mouths of everyone inside. I experienced strange hands roving over my chest and back more than once; it was interesting and I did kind of like it. As one anonymous stranger’s hands massaged their way over the muscles of my back I felt the hand of someone else slide up the length of the inside of my right thigh and make it’s way up beneath my towel where it caressed the shape of my scrotum before cupping it in the extreme warmth of it’s palm. I felt my balls relax into the heat of this stranger’s hand and my cock stood into a rigid erection that threatened to undo the tuck of the towel from about my waist.
I felt a gentle tug by the fingers wrapping around the back of my balls in a firm gentle gesture to step forward. The man who’s hands had been on my back had now slid their way around my chest and were feeling up my pecs. It was sensation from every direction and the hand that had been coaxing me forward was now beginning to undo my towel for an unobstructed access to my cock. I don’t like to think that I panicked, but so much was happening so quickly and I moved my own hands downward to keep my towel about me and stepped my way out of the dense white steam and the room that it was filling.
I did my best to position my swollen, rigid cock in a way that minimized it’s state visually beneath my towel as I traded one heat room for another and opened the door to the dry sauna. The dry sauna was a very different environment. There was no vision-obstructing steam in the air and the four men currently occupying its cedar benches were quite visible and not engaged in any type of physical activity at all. It was very calm with an energy that seemed to be one of relaxation and taking a breather. I sat down on one of the benches that lined the walls and let my towel unwrap itself completely and rest beneath me and to either side of where I sat. I felt eyes on my cock, chest, and toned legs. No one spoke a word. Everyone chose to sit in silence only occasionally checking out one another’s physiques from time to time. Every newcomer who walked through the door collected everyone’s attention until they found a seat among the crowd at which point the attention dispersed evenly among all of the sauna’s occupants once again.
I found the heat of the sauna and the radiated warmth from the benches and cedar walls to be unbelievably stress reducing and I found it easy to tilt my head back against the wall and close my eyes. Not in sleep but in comfort. After twenty minutes or so if enjoying the muscle relaxing heat I gathered my towel about my waist and set out to explore the rest of the bath house.
The air outside of the wet area felt cool with a bit of a chill to it as I stepped through the dark corridors that winded through the club like a labyrinth. Things had picked up in contrast to earlier in the evening when I had made my first partial round of the club. There was a very palpable energy of sexuality in the air and around every corner. Private doors that were open had now been transformed into picture windows that on-looked onto a purely masculine sexual landscape. Within every door appeared to be a tableau of men penetrating other men with their bodies seemingly moving in a heated and cinematic slow motion. Twosomes. Threesomes. Group sex. Each room exposed a new scene from the same film. Men on their backs with their legs held high in the air by the hands of other men whose cocks were slowly disappearing between their round full cheeks. Within one door a very masculine, broadly built strong, tan man dipped his cock repeatedly into the consenting and welcoming hole of a much younger boyishly attractive man lying on his back. Between them existed only three points of contact of which even the mere sight was admittedly intoxicating and stirred within me a strange sense of longing. The man on top was exercising complete control over the boyish bottom. One of his hands was firmly grasping the boyish bottom’s cock like a joystick as if he were instructing his very positioning and manner of response. The palm of his other hand was planted squarely in the center of the boy’s chest as if to insist that he remain flatly on his back until the top was truly done satisfying himself with the younger man’s smooth round bottom and tight fuck hole.
In other rooms men were massaging their own cocks waiting for company to take over this duty for them. At the end of one hallway I stumbled upon a door frame with an opaque black curtain where a door would otherwise stand.
I parted the curtain and stepped through into what revealed itself to me as a video room serving as a public play space. There were multiple flat-screen monitors embedded in all four walls playing various scenes of man on man pornography. Two levels of benches lined two of the walls opposite of the curtained entrance. Several fully independent instances of men sucking the cocks and worshipping the balls of other men were taking place side by side. In two such occurrences there was a third man kneeling behind the cock-sucking men his tongue or cock between the sucking men’s round cheeks.
I watched men straddle one another cowboy style. Their asses sliding down the length of full cocks as their lips intertwined and their tongues danced together. Once again I found myself seemingly observing movements that appeared to be happening in front of my eyes in slow motion. There was sex happening in every room and in every direction. It didn’t feel seedy. It didn’t feel cheap as one might expect sex to feel in such an environment. Instead, the sex had an aura about it that seemed liberated from the misdirection and obstruction of gender differences. There were no games being played. No vying for power. It was freeing. Carefree. Primal. Lovers appreciating lovers fully. Men giving and receiving what they needed, desired, and craved. Men cornering other men against a wall, flirtatiously trapping them in slow, deep, passionate kisses and the strength of their masculine palms running over one another’s bodies, their fingers tugging on one another’s nipples – sometimes for no other reason than to cause the other man’s mouth to gasp open further so as to engage him in a firmer, deeper kiss.
I watched various couplings form and dissolve. One man might edge himself with the mouth and round tight ass of one man only to trade partners and finish deep inside of someone else. For a moment I found myself slipping into my old mindset of behavioral observation yet this time what I took note of didn’t have a negative connotation. Here in the company of other men and in the total absence of women these men were losing themselves in the deep swells of the experiences they were enjoying. No man’s focus appeared to be on reaching orgasm but rather on extending the duration of the pleasurable journey they were finding themselves on.
There were moans, neck kisses, gentle hair pulling, lip nibbling, nipple sucking, and full body experiences to be observed in every corner of every room. I wanted to experience the energy of an all male sexual environment but I came here without any self-directed pressure to do anything. And now as I stood here taking in the sight of everything unfolding before my eyes it wasn’t pressure I was feeling but rather the beginnings of a heated and lustful desire.
I set out once again to finish the task of discovering every corner of the bathhouse and soon found myself stepping foot in yet another unique environment within the club. The dark area.
As I stepped through my second set of curtains for the evening I found myself enshrouded in near absolute darkness with only a small amount of illumination being provided by a sparingly small amount of red tinted light bulbs positioned in the walls and installed overhead in the ceiling.
Of what little I could see, my eyes discerned the sight of men with their palms planted on the featureless black walls in front of them as hard-dicked men smashed deeply into them from behind. Men were on their knees sucking the cocks of burly well hung men with fat veiny cocks. There was a sex swing installed in the center of the room with bondage cuffs and a blindfold for it’s occupant. There was a fit, attractive, beefily stocky bearish man currently in the swing and a tall, well built fully smooth black man standing between his open, elevated legs. The black man’s hands were on the chains connecting the swing to the ceiling and he was using them to gently sway the helplessly bound and blindfolded bear and his ample ass back and forth along the full length of his large uncut bare cock. Just as he was about to climax he pulled out of the bear’s gaping asshole and unleashed a frosting of thick heavy creamy cum onto the bear’s balls and rigid unshaved yet trimmed cock.
A second nearby bear who had been watching and measuredly wanking to the entire show hungrily moved in and began lapping the full breadth of his tongue over the swinging bear’s cum covered balls and along the trail of cum that lined his shaft. I watched as he delighted in appreciating the taste of the black man’s cum and the texture of the bear’s scrotum and cock. I watched as he took each of the man’s balls into his mouth – gently tugging on each one and running his tongue upwards between them. Just as I began to reposition myself for a better view of the oral worship service the bear in the swing began to emit powerful, thick jets of his own cum in high arcs that landed high on his own chest. I took note as the second bear who had been orally enjoying the bear in the swing took the road of action less traveled. In seeing the bear before him begin to shoot hard loads of cum he didn’t reach for the guy’s cock. Instead he moved his fingers toward the bear’s ass and slipped in two fingers and began massaging the man’s prostate to increase and intensify the man’s climax. It is something I’d never seen before; it seemed so selfless and…giving. It was hot.
I began slowly moving through the dark area once again. Men were beginning to make direct eye contact with me …or maybe I was beginning to acknowledge that they were making direct invitational eye contact with me all along.
A few men attempted to initiate something with me by simply brushing a hand over my towel covered cock as they passed by. It seemed to be the culture of the bathhouse and the commonly accepted manner by which one showed sexual interest. It didn’t really rub me the right way.
The first man I found myself truly considering was a particularly attractive man who was roughly a similar age to my own and who took the bold initiative of actually engaging me with words.
We chatted for a while. His intentions were clear, but he made no aggressive push to hurry things along. We talked about the night each of us were having so far. Somewhere along the line I made mention of the fact that it was my first visit to a bathhouse and he asked about what type of impression I was having of it all. We must have talked for about twenty minutes. Along the way he complimented my build and would admire my chest equally with his eyes and hands. Before long I was feeling comfortable and admittedly open to something happening though I didn’t know to what extent.
We talked about one another’s level of experience and he definitely had me outmatched. We both discovered in one another an affinity for safer sex practices and that further put my mind at ease.
He gave me a wry smile and backed away from where we were standing near one of the outer walls of the dark area. He spun on his heals turning to face a bank of stall doors on hinges and opened one then peered in. He left the door open and began to step into the open stall directly next door to it looking back at me with another hint of a smile as he did. He disappeared behind the closed door and I slowly moved toward the stall door that he had left open for me.
I stepped inside and somehow it felt even darker than it already was in the outer areas of the dark room. I latched the hinge behind me securing the stall door shut and stood motionless for a moment. Turning my head in the darkness as if I could see anything to begin with. I heard a soft tapping on the wall between his stall and the one I now stood in. I knew what this booth was and I had seen men come and go from them during our conversation.
I unwrapped my short towel from my waist and draped it over the door as I had seen others doing as an apparent means of letting others know a booth was occupied. A soft tapping came from the wall once again and I ran my hands over the surface of the wall. Soon my fingers found the one distinguishing feature before me – a smooth rubber lined cutout in the wall.
I stepped closer and I pressed my hips against the wall half knowing what to expect, fully not knowing what I would think of the experience.
Immediately I felt soft lips wrap themselves around the very base of my cock followed by the sensation of a warm tongue and mouth close down and envelop the entire full length of me. My new friend’s lips slid from the base of my cock to the very tip and back again. His mouth was soft and warm and eager. Above all else he was eager. The blood flowed deeply into my cock causing the type of unmistakably rare erection that is so rigid it feels almost as if there is too much pressure within the erection itself. He recognized just how hard I was and his hand slipped beneath his chin and through the glory hole to cup my balls and gently tug me closer to the wall and deeper into his mouth. With lips planted firmly around the very base of my cock his tongue darted out of his mouth and lapped at the front of my balls.
His mouth gave two additional strong deepthroat thrusts before sliding slowly off of my entire cock completely. I waited without moving fully expecting his lips to return. Instead he had stood and began to push his own cock through the same hole replacing my own with his. I took his cock into my hand and began lowering to my knees to better wrap my lips around his large uncut cock. I knew that I wouldn’t have the same oral skill he had so willingly given to me so as I took him into my mouth I reached to the side wall on my left and opened a condom and a packet of lube. As I squatted on my heels with his cock in my mouth I reached down between my open legs and applied lube to my own smooth little fuck hole, fingering it as I went to ensure it was well lubed. I gave his cock three long pumps with my warm slick-with-lube hand and let the condom roll it’s way down his shaft in place of my throat. I stood and turned my backside to the wall and reached once again between the tense muscles of my own thighs and positioned the head of his cock against my lubed bottom. I then slid my hand further down his shaft and cupped his balls fully in my hand to hold him in place and pulled him into me.
I could hear an unexpected moan from the other side of the wall. I kept my grip on his balls and gently massaged them within the palm of my hand while using my fingers to caress the space behind them. I moved my hips away from and back towards the wall – sliding along the full length of his veiny uncut cock with each movement of my ass.
Soon I began to moan myself and I moved both of my hands to plant my palms on the wall in front of me. I pushed my ass firmly against the hole in the wall and moved my hips in small circular motions with him inside of me. Now he was thrusting with long measured purposeful strokes pleasing himself with my ass as I kept myself firmly in place as his slutty glory hole fuck toy. My own cock was swinging between my legs as the girth of his fat cock kept my ass stretched open in a wide manner for his long thrusts.
My right hand was now moving over my own stomach and chest and I wanted the contact on my body to be his own. I slid my round ass off of his rigid uncut manly throbbing cock and unlatched the door to my booth and knocked on the door of his booth. There were men lining the walls and checking me out as I stood there fully erect and completely nude tapping on the door of the man who had just been fucking me like a whore through a glory hole. His door didn’t open for a long moment and I could ascertain that he had no idea it was me and not simply some other guy. I leaned against the door and issued a quiet “It’s me.”
The door unlatched from the inside and an arm reached out with one hand and pulled me inside by my hard pulsing cock. Shutting the door behind me he pinned me against the door and locked me in a firm kiss. Our cocks pressed between our bodies. He played with my nipples as we made out for a long while. We were momentarily interrupted by the sound of tapping coming from the wall of the booth I had just vacated. We both looked over in it’s direction to find a hung black cock dangling through the glory hole. As my head remained looking off to the protruding cock my friend had returned his attention back toward me and was now kissing, licking, and nibbling on my neck as his fingers pinched and tugged on my nipples. My head instinctively fell back to rest against the door behind me and I reached my right hand out and wrapped it around the large black cock hanging into our space.
I stroked, pulled, and massaged this total stranger’s cock in my hand as my new friend slowly worked me into a horny rigid mess. My free arm draped over his shoulder; my hand cradling the back of his head as me ran his lips and tongue over the nape of my neck.
He kissed his way up to my lips and then noticed where a percentage of my attention had been directed. With a flick of his tongue over my lips he grabbed a condom from the bin on the wall, opened it and rolled it over the length of the stranger’s black dick. He repositioned me with my ass toward the stranger’s cock and bent me forwards as he directed this horse size cock into my warmed-up male pussy. My hole slipped over the head of this new dick and my friend positioned his hands on each of my hips and began negotiating my hole over the length of this other man’s cock.
As I moaned and began enthusiastically whoring my hole out for this gorgeous black dick that was inside of me my new friend took notice of my eagerness and moved his hands in circles over my bare back and shoulders. Soon he was reaching between my legs and stroking on my cock as he whispered and growled dirty things into my ear with verbal admirations of my true nature as a cock riding whore and a cum hungry sex doll. “Fuck” was all that I could muster in response to his tirelessly creative stream of verbal encouragement.
He slipped to his knees in front of me and took my cock into his throat as his arms reached around to plant each of his hands on both of my firm round cheeks and pull my ass further open for this dark stranger’s massive thrusting cock.
Soon I felt myself on the verge of cumming and the mouth around my cock and the hand cupping my balls must have felt my balls draw up tighter and my cock go even more rigid because he slipped his lips and fingers off of me and raised himself off of his knees to stand face to face with me with a defiant “Not yet. There’s more fun to be had. Come with me.”
And with that I slid my truly stretched hole off of the largest dick I’d ever had opened me.
We grabbed our towels from where we had draped them over the door frames and made our way out of the dark area into the main maze of corridors once again.
“Where exactly are we going?” I asked.
“My room but only for a pit stop.” he answered.
“A pit stop?” I questioned. “And, it may seem a strange moment to ask this but what’s your name?”
“Aaron” he offered up with an easy laugh. “And yours?”
“Ethan” I offered in return. “Nice to meet you, officially. I guess.”
Aaron laughed once again. “You too.”
He stopped us in front of a private room numbered 218 on the door, unlocked it and we stepped in. I didn’t really know he had in mind or what to expect. He turned to me and began “So being that it’s your first time at a bathhouse coupled with the apparent idea that you appear to be enjoying yourself and have a bit of a slutty wild side to you…what are your thoughts on rolling?”
“Molly?” I asked.
“Have you ever tried it?” he asked in return.
“Uhm, yes. Twice and not in quite a long while. …Why?” I answered.
“Well, want to again?” he said holding out two capsules he’d retrieved from a drawer in his rented room. “It’s actually hard to come by. I test it with a kit when I get it. A lot of times I have to flush it because it’s cut with meth or something equally terrible, but this tested as pure MDMA and I think it would be fun to roll with you…you know, if you’re interested.” he said.
“I’ve never taken Molly outside of a very controlled environment. Once with a woman I dated and once on my own, both times at home where I didn’t have to worry about getting into trouble.” I injected.
“What do you say to letting loose and getting into a small bit of trouble.” he coaxed with a hint of a smile. “Half a capsule if you want to stay hard to top and all of it if you want to cut loose and just be an absolute slut!” he continued.
“Being a slut sounds like a lot of fun, but all things considered …I’ll go with half, why not.” I replied.
We each consumed half of a capsule of the MDMA and put what remained of the capsules back into the little baggie they came from. The taste was familiarly bitter and we chased it down with water.
For the next forty-five minutes we wandered the bathhouse, made out with one another in the steam room as strangers took turns sucking our cocks and running their hands over our thighs. I rolled a condom over Aaron’s cock and straddled his lap cowboy style as I turned my body into his very own living cock-ring. I moved my ass up and down in his lap enjoying the sensation of having such a large cock inside of my body.
The onset of the Molly was so gradual that I don’t think it truly registered that it was beginning to subtly kick-in. At least not in terms of physical sensations, though I do recall beginning to let go, melt into each new kiss, touch, and sensation. I spun around to sit on Aaron’s cock reverse cowboy and he palmed my tan, smooth, round ass in his hands and once again I turned his cock into my favorite butt plug ever. I was beginning to feel really incredible and I knew with no uncertainty that the Molly had taken hold when I began feeling really chatty. Outside of the lengthy introductory conversation I had engaged in with Aaron and several non-verbal moans that had spilled out of my mouth in the dark area’s glory hole I hadn’t truly said much at all. That was quickly beginning to change.
“Fuck, your cock feels so good in my cunt.” The words were out of my mouth before I registered what they might even be. I reached between my thighs and massaged his massive cum filled balls. My hole was aching for his dick and I found myself beginning to ride him harder.
Another man found his way in front of me having possibly followed the sound of my voice. He gripped my cock without a word and my cock responded with an enthusiastic jump. Soon his mouth was raping my dick. His lips were sealed around my head. His throat sucking the length of me into him and I fucking lost myself in the sensation of being manhandled from both ends. I leaned back against Aaron’s chest and began bucking my hips up and down in his lap hoping that the tight embrace of my asshole felt as good around his dick as his dick felt stretching me open.
Aaron’s hands found their way around my body to my chest as the stranger with his mouth on me ran his hands over my stomach, hips, and thighs. I was absolutely rock hard and burning with a primal, animalistic lust.
“I want to fuck.” I said with my head resting next to Aaron’s. I got up off his cock. The man in front of me moved off of my cock. “Fuck I still feel the shape of you inside of me. Where are the condoms?” I asked.
Aaron reached into yet another conveniently wall mounted bin that seemed to be in every room. He opened the packet and rolled it onto my cock. And like that I felt unleashed. Through a subtle wafting of the steam I could make out with my eyes the shape of two men with their knees on the lower benches and their upper bodies resting in the laps of men they were throat fucking. I made my way over to them with Aaron right behind me. I slipped my hand between the thick thighs of the closest man and ran my fingers over the shape of his velvety smooth dick and his enormous and sexy balls to let him know I was behind him. I traced my fingers up and over his exposed hole and his back arched. It was all the invitation I needed. I dripped lube to the entirety of my cock and pressed my engorged cock head against the hole of this ass up stranger. My cock dipped into him and it felt liberating to be doing something so traditionally taboo. I was masturbating with another man’s ass with not a word spoken and only the clarity of body language between us.
Aaron was now fucking the ass of the man next to me. Each of our fuck cunts were arching their backs and slamming their fat asses back against our hard dicks. I could feel the warmth of my cunt’s balls against the front of mine with every forward thrust into him.
It was intoxicating. It began to drive me and even though I was balls deep in this wonderfully tight and fleshy ass I felt that I couldn’t get deep enough. I climbed on top of the bench and planted my feet to either side of the legs of the man I was fucking. He was moaning deeply and the sounds fueled my need to somehow fuck my way through him. My body was now on top of his mounting him like a beast. I was now grinding my cock against his hole in an effort to feel the inside of him from every angle. That’s when I felt someone new begin to grip my hips and press their tongue to my hole.
This tongue was like silk against my exposed ass. Was it Aaron? I looked off to my left and he was still very much engaged in fucking the ass of his new fuck toy. Whoever was so expertly flicking his tongue over my pussy was someone I hadn’t met. I transitioned from my grinding motion back into a slow thrust in and out of the ass I had mounted and doing so was simply a lucky byproduct of my more earnest intention to gently fuck the tongue behind me as if it were a waiting cock.
The man behind me picked up on my vibes and began subtly tongue-punching my pussy alternating occasionally with a new motion of swiping his tongue over the full length of my perineum and over my hole.
My Molly enhanced lust for novelty kicked in again and without warning I experienced a desire for yet another change of gears. What I wanted now more than anything was to be bent over for a gorgeous black cock.
Prior to earlier this evening I’d never been with anyone all that different in physical appearance to myself, and I found the contrast of the earlier stranger’s black cock in my white hand to be unexpectedly sexy. With an unconventional intent and boldness I walked over to where an athletically bulky well hung black man sat in the corner of the steam room stroking his own cock and positioned myself on all fours next to him all the while holding his gaze with my own. I held up a condom between our gaze and placed it on my own lower back just above my ass. He stood from where he was seated and I felt the condom lifted from my skin. I looked back over my shoulder to see him rolling the latex down over his long thick shaft.
A moment later I felt him spit on my hole and rub it in with his thumb. It sent a shock up my spine and made me feel cheap and like a total slut that I would allow this to happen without getting up and moving on to someone else. Instead it seemed only right. After all I was a slut. A cunt for him to use. I bit my lip and lowered my head to rest on my own forearms as I imagined his arousal at the sight and feel of my shapely round bottom.
His thumb pulled out of my hole. It clinged to him with a desire to remain filled. I let out an involuntary quiet moan that no one could have possibly heard beyond myself.
The head of his cock pressed against my ass. I pushed my ass back against his cock and then he popped in. Fuck. Oh my god. What had I gotten myself into I thought to myself. He felt huge. He seemed to understand his own size and worked just the head and it’s massive ridge in and out of me without pushing any further at all or too quickly. I felt him spit on my hole again. He was making his cock and my pussy wet and slick. His large black hands palmed and tugged my round cheeks outward and he pushed into me further. With each thrust he traveled deeper and deeper. Soon we were truly fucking. Words and dirty talk flew through the air only occasionally landing in my ears as I was lost in a wash of dopamine and serotonin. I was being pummeled from behind and someone new who had saddled into the steam room and onto the bench beside me had reached his hand underneath me and had begun molesting my cock as if I were a slave who needed to give no permission. In this moment there was no room for being offended; I was grateful and I swelled quickly within his grip.
For the next three hours Aaron and I fucked our way through the steam room, various public play spaces, we even made a return trip to the dark area, the glory hole booths, and even made appearances within a few private rooms that had their doors open as a universal standing invitation to join in.
Somewhere around two a.m. Aaron and I stopped by his room a second time and decided to each bump our roll with the remaining halves of our capsules. We had already peaked off of the first bit of Molly we had taken and while we were still rolling we were in fact on the downward slope so we decided to do a little more.
We playfully felt one another up running our hands over one another’s bodies, kissing each other, and pressing our bodies to one another as we did. We took turns verbally recounting what we had done and and watched the other doing and came to the mutual conclusion that we might be the official bathhouse sluts of the night.
We walked the hallways and I spotted an open door to a private room with four well-built muscle bears wearing leather cock rings. Three were white and with furry chests, beefy asses, and thick cocks the other had a deep dark chocolate skin complexion and he wore a red and black leather jock strap. He had big arms and he was sucking the men off in turn. One of the bears saw Aaron and I watching and locked eyes.
Moments later, Aaron and I made it a party of six and I was on my back in a sixty-nine underneath the black bottom as two of the cock ring wearing bears made use of our asses. I cupped my hands over the large fleshy cheeks of the black bottom and held him open for the bear to pound deeper. The bottom was soon doing the same for the man inside of me. Soon I felt the man’s cock pull out of me and I felt warm cum land all over stomach.
I moved the attention of my mouth from the bottom’s cock upwards to the balls of the man fucking him and I was just in time to feel his balls contract. I pulled my lips away from his sack to see the stark contrast of his white cock pulsing repeatedly inside of the tight seal of the black asshole he was inside of. There was no condom between them. As he pulled out of the bottom’s fuck hole I could see a small trace of thick white cum leak out. I locked the bottom’s large smooth velvety smooth scrotum in an open mouth kiss as I looked up at his beautiful well used and completely filled asshole.
The four men now had Aaron and I on our backs side by side on the bed with my head beside Aaron’s but with Aaron’s ass toward one wall and mine toward the opposite. Multiple sets of hands and mouths were gliding over our bodies. One of the men straddled my face and sat his beefy ass directly over my lips as he grabbed a hold of and lifted my legs into the air holding them in that position like restraints on a sex bed.
My tongue was now teasingly circling the hole of the man sitting on my face as my arms wrapped around to the tops of his thick muscley thighs. I felt a fat cock being slapped against my exposed hole and the cool temperature of lube being dripped directly onto me and then rubbed in with a cock head. I was now trapped on my back, with my legs held in the air by a strong man who’s deep voice was instructing me on exactly how to work my tongue over his asshole as he sat on my face and his buddy jerked himself off with my fuck hole. Someone else was running their hands over my thighs, stomach and chest. The cock inside of me pulled out and shot a heavy load all over my balls, cock, and lower stomach. Not a second had passed before someone had begun licking up every drop of cum from my sensitive skin and sending excitement and shivers throughout my body.
Aaron and I took our cum covered bodies to the showers and cleaned up together.
After getting some water to drink and taking a moment to catch our breaths we noticed the club was looking more densely populated. As someone overheard us speaking they mentioned in passing that the bars were closing and all the horny guys were beginning to stream into the club looking for some late night fun. It sounded good to Aaron and I.
We ventured to the hot tub. There were already quite a few men sitting around chatting when we stepped into the water of the in-ground hot tub. With all eyes on Aaron and I still standing in the waters as the newcomers I turned Aaron to face me, wrapped my arms around him and began making out in front of our audience. His kisses were all enveloping and his own arms were wrapped around me as well. Our chests warm and pressing together as the heated water of the hot tub bubbled and bounced about our mid-thighs. I pulled away from the kiss I’d initiated and led Aaron to an empty edge of the tub where I guided his hips over the edge so that he was bent forward onto the surrounding floor’s tile. With both hands I slapped the wet skin of his ass with a laugh and lowered much of my body into the water behind him as I moved my face to a position between his round cheeks. His head dropped forward and he let out a very audible moan as I rimmed his fuck hole with the tip of my tongue.
We had everyone’s attention. Whatever conversations had been going on had come to a complete halt. I resurfaced from eating Aaron out and positioned myself over the edge of the tub with a simple “My turn.”
Aaron positioned himself behind my body and locked his arms around my thighs as he ate me out with a gifted skill. His hands moved from my thighs, down the length of my legs and back up again, continuing over my cheeks and up the length of my back. His hands were tireless and explorative. They were just as if not more enjoyable than the feel of his tongue in my ass.
After some time I pulled Aaron up from where he was in the waters behind me and led him by the hand to the edge of the tub beside me. Now side by side we both had our bare exposed asses just above the bubbling energetic surface of the water with our upper torsos resting over the edge of the hot tub’s edge. I gave my ass a subtle side to side wave and Aaron followed my lead. We were going to be two slutty hot tub whores together.
Barely a moment later, Aaron and I each had an attractive man eating us out from behind and running their hands over our bodies.
The second dose of Molly began to kick-in and kick-in hard. I was feeling incredible and I couldn’t keep my body still. I felt myself dancing in place to the rhythm of the music being pumped through the club and wiggling my round smooth ass against the face of the man who had his tongue in my hole.
The man sensed my not-so-subtle enjoyment and enthusiasm and stood up behind me. I arched my back and reached behind me to grab his thick dick. I guided it to my hole and pulled him inside of me. I pushed back against the edge of the tub to meet his every thrust. His balls were large and heavy and they slapped against my skin just behind my own balls.
Other men were now sucking and fucking around us. Other men who had been walking by had now stopped in their tracks to watch the orgy happening in the hot tub.
One man pulled out of me and another slipped his dick in. Over and over my hole was being traded between different men. I felt stretched. I felt warm. I felt euphoric.
There were multiple sets of strange hands all over me. They were moving over my shoulders, my arms, chest, my ass, my stomach and my back. They were even on my neck and in my hair.
Someone was kissing my neck and my head tilted instinctively to the side to give him access to anywhere his lips wished to travel.
Another cock shot cum onto my body and a different man stepped up to bat between my open legs and began to explore the inside of me.
Aaron and I entertained the entire hot tub just the two of us for nearly an hour when a group of men who had stepped in to watch the show called out to us with an invitation to join them in their deluxe party room. Aaron jumped at the chance and it was clear that he was nearing the peak of his roll. We thanked the hot tub boys for use of their cocks and told them they must excuse us to go be fun bottom sluts somewhere else now.
Aaron and I joked around as we bounced through the hallways with the college boys who had just invited us to their party room. We drank some water and then we all found the room we were looking for.
Room 415. The door opened and the six or so of us sauntered in. There were three queen sized beds grouped together but raised at different levels. There was another sex swing and also a fuck machine with a large dildo attachment. Mirrors lined two of the walls and there was a window with blinds that could be opened to let outsiders watch.
Within minutes the buzzed college boys were cracking open additional beers, sucking cocks, and eating out the asses of their friends.
I straddled the face of one such college boy who was on his back with his friend’s tongue probing his bubble butt. I had my cock in his mouth with my hands planted on the mattress above his head as my hips moved forwards and back as I fucked his face and he visibly craved every inch of the shaft that I gave him.
Soon there were reflections in the mirrored walls of fucking and sucking everywhere. Two of the college boys were fucking in the sex swing. Others were fucking doggy style and on their backs on the beds, while I rode the face of the boy having his ass eaten and Aaron fucked one of them bareback beside me. His bare cock looked mesmerizing. It glistened as it retreated from the young man’s bare bottom before plunging back inside. It then donned on me that we hadn’t used one condom during our carefree lust filled hot tub all male sex show. I knew I would likely care later, but right now I enjoyed the slutty whorishness of it all.
I moved my ass to an empty edge of the upper queen-sized bed I was on and put my legs in the air. One of the thin athletic boys stepped up and I reached down cupped my own balls in a motion that tugged them up and out of his way as he plunged his bare dick into my well used ass.
“Mm, fuck it. Fuck your hungry pussy.” I said with my eyes locked on his face.
He growled in appreciation and gave my hole long full strokes of his eight inch college cock. His thrusts got stronger and deeper and my head fell back to rest weakly on the mattress beneath me. My head turned to my left to take in the orgy of male sex being reflected in the mirror and that’s when I saw the smallest boy who was being fucked doggy style take a massive deep load of his friend’s cum into his pussy. The top pulled out of him and the cum began to drip from the small college boy’s hole. I reached my arm out in his direction and he made his way across the multi-leveled bed towards me.
I was still on my back being deeply pummeled and serving as a very satisfied cock sleeve for the small boy’s friend when I pulled the small college boy into a position so as to have his hips straddling my own and with one hand on his right hip and the other finding my own cock between my legs I guided him down to mate.
The cum leaking out of his pussy acted as lube and his hole welcomed my bare cock with no resistance. He was enthusiastic. He did all the riding and his eyes locked onto mine as his every lustful expression played uncensored across his face. His hands were squarely planted on my chest and at times felt like they were kneading at my muscles. He rode and he rode hard, only rarely stopping the motion of his hips to let the thrusts of his friend who was fucking me push me into him.
Looking up at him I ran my hands over his smooth sides and over the backs of his shoulders which I used to pull the full weight of him down on top of me. I held him with one hand cradling the back of his head as my other arm wrapped around the entirety of his body. My embrace felt tight and in truth I wanted it to be. I wanted to control him; to own him. I began forcibly fucking him from beneath him. I could hear his gasps and gentle moans escaping from his mouth beside my ear. His every reaction was fuel to my fire. I wanted to exhaust him. I wanted to hurt him in a very sensual way.
His friend between my legs was pumping furiously and I could feel one of his hands on my balls with his fingers occasionally exploring where my cock disappeared into his small friend.
But all of my attention was on my own adopted fuck toy.
The cock inside of me thrusted two more heavy pumps then pulled out and shot all over my cock and my fuck toy’s ass. It only added to the lubrication of our motion.
I looked over to find Aaron drinking some water and I reached out one hand in his direction for him to come over and join us. He laid down on the sheets directly beside where I still held my fuck toy helplessly impaled on my wide cock.
“You two look hot.” he said with a smile as looked at me and caressed the back of the boy on top of me.
“I want you to fuck him.” I said.
“Oh I can do that.” Aaron answered.
The boy just sighed and nuzzled his face into the nape of my neck as I continued to pin him against my body and negotiate his use to my friend.
“I want you to fuck him with me still inside of him.” I clarified.
The boy squirmed and whimpered, but his cock betrayed him because I felt it grow three degrees more rigid against my abdomen at the mere mention of my suggestion.
“Fuck. You are a wild one.” Aaron said “I’ll get some lube.”
A moment later Aaron had returned and was positioned between my legs and behind the young college boy’s already occupied shapely bottom. Aaron dripped a generous amount of lube over the boy’s stretched pussy and let it glide down and coat the exposed length of my own cock as well. I felt Aaron first use one of his fingers to slide along my cock and into the boy. The boy whimpered gently as Aaron and I fucked him with my cock and one of Aaron’s fingers.
We continued to stretch the boy as I restrained him with my embrace and whispered words of encouragement gently into his ear. “That’s it, such a good boy.” “It’s going to hurt a bit, but you want to be a good fuck toy. I know you do.”
“Yes.” “Fuck. Oh!” came the boy’s responses.
Aaron was now leaning over the boy from behind and very ready to replace his fingers with his much larger and throbbing cock.
The boy still had his head nuzzled in close to my own and was occasionally kissing and moaning into my neck. The back of his head was still cradled in the palm of my hand and I was looking upwards over the boy’s shoulder directly into Aaron’s face as he lined the head of his cock up with the boy’s cock filled pussy.
I felt the boy’s body respond as his hole doubled in size to fit the head of Aaron’s dick along side my own. His whimper and loud moan filled the room. Everyone else was still fucking away in their own little adventures, but my focus was fully on my little cock slut.
The extra lube along with the cum already inside of his pussy helped move things along. Aaron began pushing more of his length into my boy’s little cunt.
“Fuck daddy. I can’t, it hurts.” The boy cried into my ear.
“I know baby, but it’s not for you. I just need you to be a good cock sleeve for me.” I growled quietly in his ear.
“Oh fuck. Oh my god, yes. I want to be that for you. I’ll be good.” he answered.
Aaron slipped his entire cock in and the two of us held the young college boy between us fully impaled on both of our full cocks.
I tightened my embrace and Aaron held the boy by his hips as we each moved our cocks like alternating pistons in and out of the boy’s stretched, well-used male pussy.
I lifted the boy’s head in alignment with my own and the two of us made out as the three of us fucked. He began to moan in my mouth and his lips began to lose sync with my own as they elected to stay locked in an open gasp. I continued kissing him. Tracing his lips with my own. And that’s when I felt him orgasm uncontrollably between Aaron and I. His cock pumped jet after jet after jet of hot cum between his stomach and my own.
“That’s my boy. Cum. Keep cumming.” I encouraged.
“I am. I’m cumming daddy.” he answered breathlessly.
“Just know that you aren’t going anywhere until we are each done with you.” I added.
“Fuck. OK. Yes. Fuck. Use me. Cum inside of me together.” he said before his body and head collapsed fully in a moment of total weakness.
Aaron pressed his chest to the boy’s back and leaned forward. I leaned my head upwards and the two of us kissed as deeply as we could with the small frame of the college boy between us. Aaron pulled out of the kiss first.
“I’m about to cum.” he said.
“Yes, cum. Fill my boy’s bottom with your cum. I want to feel it coat my cock.” I said.
Aaron began pumping deeper and with more force. I pushed my own hips upwards to press the underside of my own cock against the underside of his and increase the pressure for him. Three pumps is all it took and I felt him release everything that had been built up through our long night of adventure. His cock stayed inside and I began pumping harder as well with his cum coating my cock and making everything slick and messy. I felt the tension in my abdomen build. I felt the pressure in my balls begin to build. I felt the tingle in my scrotum as it began to draw up tightly against my body.
As I began to cum my arms and hands slid all over the entire body of the boy I was enjoying. His own hands were running through my hair and over the side of my face and neck. He was in-tune to me and enhancing my pleasure along with my orgasm as my body emptied itself into his.
Completely exhausted, utterly happy, giggly, and totally spent the three of us remained lying there for a moment in a huddled sweaty stack. Two cocks sharing a tight young ass.
Soon after we each pulled out slowly and our boy’s pussy was gaping and leaking streams of cum from three men.
The three of us remained lying on the bed for forty minutes just talking, gently kissing, and caressing one another’s bodies. Aaron and I lying to either side with our college cumcake between us.
As we slowly recovered and regained energy we decided to move our trio to the truly exquisite warm heat of the dry sauna and as we each stood from the bed, I saw Aaron and the boy each beginning to sport cocks flying at half mast – and that’s how I knew that our night despite our bevy of activities and adventures was in a way beginning.