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"Here you go," the guy behind the counter said, handing me a key and a towel. "Room 309." "Thanks!" I said as I took them from him and started down the hall. I hadn't been to the bathhouse in a while, which was kinda why I was here. I needed some dick.
I took the stairs to the third floor and found my room. Letting myself in, I stripped down and set my stuff on the small table - lube, poppers, a viagra packet. I was definitely in the mood to get dicked down but you never know when a gorgeous ass might present itself. Once I was settled I wrapped the towel around myself and decided to wander. It wasn't too late yet this friday night, only about 9 PM, and it would most likely be picking up later.
I scoped out the floor I was on. The play space had a few guys in it; two bears fucking in the sling, another older guy jerking off wile he watched. A few of the room's doors were left open with anonymous holes presented, and one or two of them looked pretty delicious if I'm perfectly honest. But I wanted to stay true to my mission for now, which was being a hole myself.
I went up to the next floor, which had more play spaces, and a few more rooms. The glory hole room was pretty empty. The jerk off room - a cube with 5 tv's playing different porn, and bleacher style steps 3 high, had another older gentleman jerking his cock in the corner, clearly offering an invitation to anyone interested. I made my way past the other rooms and saw another propped door or two before getting to my goal for the moment; the sauna and hot tub.
I poked my head around at the hot tub and saw one guy relaxing. He was actually about my age, mid 30s, and decent build. Definitely someone I'd go for, but they put too much chlorine in it and it always dried me out. We made eye contact and nodded at each other, and I made a mental note to keep an eye out for him later. I was a bit cubbish - 5'9, about 200, and rather hairy. I knew I wasn't most muscle guys' cup of tea but everyone has different flavors.
I decided to go to the last place I hadn't been yet, the sauna. I liked to start here most of my visits. The heat allowed me to relax before I got into any trouble, and on more than one occasion I got into trouble without even having to leave. I opened the door to find it empty, but for now that was fine. I took a seat on a lower bench to the left on the L shape from the door. I untied my towel but left it covering my bits, and proceeded to close my eyes and enjoy the heat.
I heard a few people walk past the door, and on occasion opened my eyes to see people peering in. One guy even came in briefly. He stood near the door, holding his towel to cover his front, and he left after only a few minutes. I was starting to reach the point of overheating when I heard the door open again, and I opened my eyes to a very surprising sight: Josh, my boss.
Now, Josh and I knew we were both gay. He also wasn't technically my boss anymore. When I first started he was my direct manager, but after several years he had been promoted to building manager. He had told me he was gay shortly after I started by mentioning his husband who also worked there. We never had adult conversations, but I had gathered they were a monogamous couple from things he had said to me over the years.
Just then Josh looked up and our eyes met, and I could see he was having the same moment of recognition. "Oh, h-hey, Tyler," he said, a bit unsure of what to do next, I think. I took a half second to look him over. He had his towel firmly tied around his waist, and a pair of flip flops on. Naked from the waist up, I finally confirmed one of my two suspicions, that he was pretty much a twink. Despite being a few years older than me, Josh kept his body fairly lythe. He wasn't muscular, but he had a fairly slim build, and the faint outlines of "skinny abs.'' My other suspicion was that he was packing, because his tight pants showed off a nice enough bulge in the office.
"Oh, uh, hey Josh," I said back. I noticed his eyes give me a similar, brief up and down. I wasn't sure what exactly was going to happen next, but I was glad I wasn't fully exposed. I was also glad about that because in full honesty, Josh was very much my type, and I moved my hand to kind of cover the tent my towel was starting to make.
There was an awkward moment of silence as we sized each other up a bit, both of us unsure what to do. For a brief moment I hoped we might fuck, but I quickly dismissed that idea for obvious reasons. That said, I think I cared a lot less about this situation than he did. I decided to break the ice.
"Don't think I've seen you here before," I said with a hint of cheesey tone, glancing at the bleachers on the other side of the L. Josh followed my eyes, gave me another quick glance over, and let out a sigh. He ran his hands down the front of his towel as if to smooth it out, and I saw a hint of a bulge. Finally, Josh turned to his right and made his way to a top row bench opposite me, about 4 feet away. I took a second to pull the towel over myself a bit more to hopefully ease the tension. I hoped I could behave myself.
"I don't come here very often," he said, a bit meekly. Josh was a bit smaller than me, about 5'7, but meek wasn't something I would normally describe him as. He wasn't aggressive, but usually rather assertive. He sat with his legs a bit apart, and I could see a good distance up his towel. I'd be lying if I said my eyes didn't strain to see any details, but I was still wary of making this situation any worse than it could already be.
"Yeah, I come every once in a while,'' I said. Josh was more focused on the floor it seemed, so I took the moment to continue studying him. He was pretty much hairless, and he had pert little nipples that looked fun to suck. Behave! I told myself, again moving subtly to cover up my still firming cock. I had a lot of curious questions at this point, but I knew better than to start spitting them out. It was rather unfair that he was so close to me, wearing so little, and I couldn't see it all. But maybe if I played my cards right I could at least get a show.
"Look, I-'' I started, but paused. What was I even going to say? I mainly just wanted him to put his guard down so I could do the same. He looked up at me, face a mix of things, and I knew I needed to put him at ease. "We're both men here. WE know why men come here. It doesn't have to be a thing.'' I was surprised at the quietness of my own voice. It was like I was expecting the whole office to hear me. "Work is work, and this isn't work. Consider it like an AA meeting." He looked up at me finally, and gave me another very brief glance over, eyes not resting on any one part of me. "Dicks anonymous?" he said, and then we both burst out laughing.
"Yeah, dicks anonymous,"I said, and I could feel the tension leave the room. He seemed to visibly relax at that. I still wasn't gonna try anything, but as he leaned back I got another glimpse up his towel as it loosened in the middle and started to cover him, and it was hard to tell if I got a glimpse of sack or not. "Doesn't seem very busy tonight," I said, my hands now coming to rest on my legs. If we were gonna treat this with Vegas rules, then I was going to be my normal self.
"No not really," he said, and he used his hands to wipe off his chest. I wanted to lick off the sweat. "Have you been here long?" I asked. "About an hour or so," he said. I hadn't seen him on my lap, so he must have been in a room. I pondered if he was one of the presenting holes I'd seen, or if he'd been in another person's room. I realized at that moment that I didn't even know if he was a top or a bottom. He could be vers I guess, but again these are questions you can usually ask any gay man that isn't your boss. So many questions I was nervous to ask. For better or worse, I was really starting to overheat. "Well, I was on my way out of the sauna here anyway," I said, starting to get up. "Oh, don't leave on my account," he said, but I was already standing. I picked my towel up, holding it in front of me. I was still unsure if nudity with him was gonna be an issue. 'No, I've been in here a little while, I need to cool down," I said. I wrapped the towel around my waist, my cock softening enough to not be obscene, but I noticed his eyes unmistakably rest on my bulge for a brief moment. "Look," I said, moving towards the door. "Vegas rules?" he smirked. "Vegas rules," he replied back, and his hand ever so faintly grazed his crotch. I gave him a good smile, and left the sauna.
I went back to my room for a bit to cool down, dry off, and decide what to do next. Try as I might, I knew then and there thatIi was going to do my best to catch him in on the action, even though I wouldn't partake myself. There was no reason not to try and see Josh in his entirety. Unless he decided to leave, but I didn't think he would. I put my towel back on and went to the play space.
The bear was still in the sling, but no one was fucking him, casually waiting for the next cock to work his hole. It was a bit tempting, but I was in bottom mode tonight. I needed fucked. I went into the gloryhole set up and waited for a bit. A few cocks came through. The first was a fairly big one. I took him into my mouth and worked him as best I could. There was a faint taste of lube, so clearly this guy had already been making his rounds. He was definitely tough on my mouth, and after a while I thanked him and told him I had to move on. A few others came through but none presented their dicks to me.
I decided to move on and went back up to the sauna level. I made my way past the rooms and poked my head into the jerk off room, which now had a few more men in it. I left and went back towards the sauna, and walked past a room with its door open that wasn't before. As I approached I could hear moans coming from the room, and some of them sounded a bit familiar.
I paused at the edge of the doorway peering in. If you leave the door open you're willing to put on a show, if nothing else. A decently hot daddy was kneeling on the bed, going to town on some hole. He was about 50 or so, average to slightly muscular build. The lights were off in the room, but as the dim light from the hallway filled the room, I realized that the bottom he had face down in the bed looked like Josh's build. The top had one hand firmly gripped on the bottomn's waist, and the other holding him down by the head, turned away from the door. Daddy top was slam fucking the bottom fairly good, and he seemed to pick up the pace when he noticed me standing there.
I moved into the entrance of the doorway and reached down to start playing with my cock. Looking over the sinewy back and tight ass pinned to the bed, I was getting more and more convinced of who he was when the top - whose cock looked pretty massive - suddenly buried himself to the hilt as hard as he could and held himself there. This caused the bottom to yelp and go, "Oh, FUCK!" and I recognized the voice immediately. The daddy turned to me and grinned as he grunted, and I realized he was dumping his load. He also grunted loudly, as Josh continued to do the same . The top maintained eye contact with me, as his grunting slowed, and he presumably finished filling the hole he was undoubtedly stretching to its limits. He seemed to finally catch his breath, still holding Josh down. Finally, the top spoke. "You next?" he asked, motioning towards Josh. Lord, I wanted to be. Josh's ass looked perfect. I was pretty much all bottom but when I did top I loved being a pig, and what better hole to fuck than your boss' already dripping a load?
That said, don't ask don't tell wasn't the same as fuck my ass and don't tell, and I knew it would be best not to. I also didn't want Josh to know I had been his audience. without saying anything, I shook my head no. The top shrugged, and looked back to his conquest, giving his cock a few more thrusts into Josh's hole, before pulling out. He may have just cum but this cock was massive, and at that moment I wasn't sure who I was more jealous of. I took this moment to quickly escape the room before he figured out who I was.
I turned and went back towards the tv room. There were 3 guys in there now, the bear who had been stroking off the whole time, the one who had been topping at the sling earlier, and a middle aged guy who seemed very average in all ways. I was getting hungry for a load. I took a seat next to the stroke a thon bear. He was about 45, decently hairy, and had a nice thick cock. he was about 5 '11 and 250. I decided to take a seat next to him. We gave each other eyes, and it wasn't long before my hand was in his lap, working his thick cock. After a few minutes my face was in his lap instead, swallowing his very thick meat.
I worked his cock for a while, eventually moving to kneel on the floor, as the side angle was killing my neck. One of the other men from the room moved over to watch us closer. I looked up and motioned with my head for him to take a seat. As he did, I took his cock into my hand and began to stroke it while my mouth continued working the thick bear pole. It was the average guy. He was decently attractive with a 6 inch dick. I shifted myself to be kneeling between the two and leaned over and took him into my mouth, stroking off the bear.
I worked back and forth between both dicks for a while. Eventually the average guy started bucking harder into my mouth and gripping the sides of my head. As I expected, he began to cum in my mouth, and I swallowed it as he shot about 4 volleys down my throat. Once he was done he released me, and I went back to working the bear over. Average guy left, so I enjoyed just trying to throat the bear as best I could. Another body appeared next to him shortly after. I looked up and to my surprise, it was the daddy top that had been fucking Josh.
He looked down at me and smirked, and we both knew we recognized each other. He began stroking his meat which was about half hard. "Wanna clean my dick off bud?" he asked. I don't know how I didn't squeal then and there. My back arched instantly from how turned on I got. Yeah, of fucking course i wanted to suck the dick that just bred my hot as hell boss. I put my left hand back on the bear's cock and took this guys hardening meat into my mouth.
His girth stretched me already, and he wasn't even fully hard. He put his hand on my hair and played with it as I sucked his dick hard. He was probably about 8.5 inches when he finally got fully hard, and a bit thicker than the bear next to me.
I spent some time once again alternating between the two, hopefully that I might get to swallow 3 loads. Rr better yet, parlay one of them into getting bred. After some time of working on this, another body appeared to my right, standing rather than sitting. I couldn't see up to see who it was without taking a break from deep throating the bear's cock, and at that point in time that was all I cared about. I switched over to the daddy, taking the bear's cock back into my left hand. The person standing to my right was within reach, and I realized that their towel was slung over their shoulder, and their cock was pointed towards my face.
It was also a pretty nice dick. It wasn't fully hard yet but it was half mast, decently long and thick. I reached over and took it into my right hand. It didn't come any closer and was a bit out of reach of my mouth, but I continued stroking it as I throated the daddy, a hint of lube and cum on his cock. The dick in my hand hardened. I glanced over it as I throated the monster using me, a good 7 inches and decent girth. There was a mole a few inches above the shaft on the left side. I wanted to suck this newcomer but they seemed content to just watch and be stroked, so I went back to the bear. This time as he entered my mouth, he placed both hands on my head and said, "my turn."
My hands retracted and braced against the step as the bear began to aggressively face fuck me, and I knew he wasn't going to stop until my stomach had a second load in it. I gagged continuously as he plunged his thick 7.5 inches down my throat, and I was starting to wonder if I was gonna make it. I managed to get my right hand back over to the daddy's cock, but all I could really do with it was hold on for dear life.
After several minutes, the bear began to grunt, and the depth of his invasion began to be mostly just deep throating, before he finally let out a moan and the first blast hit my tongue. He quickly shoved me all the way down and I gagged, and as the second volley skipped my tongue and went straight down my throat I gagged and shot it out my nose. It burned, and I was a bit less than happy, but this caused him to let up just a bit, and the rest of his cum found its way into my stomach.
When he finally let me up for air, I still had one hand firmly gripped around the daddy's cock, and he was hard as ever. We exchanged smirks, and I was ready as ever to finish up with him. The bear thanked me and left, and I wiped the snot-load off my face and onto my towel, which had fallen off me and was laying on the floor. The mystery cock that had been next to the daddy had disappeared.
I moved directly in front of the daddy now, his huge cock towering over my face. I aimed low and took his balls into my mouth one at a time, while slowly stroking his huge rod. I traced my tongue up the shaft to the tip, but as I went to take him into my mouth, he grabbed me by the hair and held me head back, looking me in the eye. "You can service me as long as you want, but I don't think I have any left in the tank," he said. He flexed his cock and the tip swiped across my lips. "I've already dumped 3 loads, but that mouth feels good as fuck." I heard what he said, but my eyes never left the monster resting against my lips, teasing me. "I'd be happy to service you for a while yet sir," I said. And I would. I'd suck this dick all night, though maybe not all night if I wasn't going to get fed.
A smirk came across his face again, and he used the hand not holding me by the hair to slap his cock against my face. "Mmmm," he said, giving my face a few firm taps with his free hand, before hawking a nice glob of spit on my face. This man knew how to push my buttons. He grabbed his cock and guided my mouth to it, burying me as far as I could go before I nearly threw up. I continued blowing him for quite some time, my throat getting sore. He used me as a fleshlight for a while, but eventually I had to tap out, knowing I wasn't going to get a prize. He released my head, gave me another firm love tap on the cheek, then stood up and left, wrapping his towel around his waist. I remained on the floor on my knees, which were practically numb at this point, covered in all kinds of fluids.
I stood up, a bit wobbly, and wiped myself off. I made my way to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. I was a little frustrated I wasn't getting fucked, but that was the lottery of a bath house. I certainly couldn't say I was having a bad time. I decided to head to the sauna again, to relax my muscles after all that hard work, and I wondered if Josh was still here as I made my way over. I may have gotten a good view of his ass, but that wasn't all I hoped to see.
I opened the door to the sauna and as fate would have it, I was given my answer. On the right side of the benches sat Josh. His eyes had been closed when I opened the door, but he opened them and looked at me as I came in. His body language seemed much more relaxed. After the dicking I saw him get, I'd be surprised if he wasn't. His towel was undone, clearly tied around him when he sat down, but it was untied now, and his left leg was exposed entirely. The towel still draped over his right hip, covering his cock, but there definitely seemed to be more detail there than before where his bulge would be.
"Hey," he said, but this time with a smile. There was a tinge of playfulness to his voice, and it was like we were at work. Definitely a different feel from before. "Hey,'' I said, returning the smile, and trying to maintain the relaxed feel now happening. I had a split send to make a decision and i decided fuck it, we're already here, may as well go for it.
Josh was seated close to the corner of the L, so I decided to sit on the left side of it, also close to the corner, and on the lower bench. As a result, his right leg was maybe a few inches from me. I glanced down briefly at his crotch again, which was now closer to eye level, and his hand grazed across it. It was hard to tell if it was on purpose or not.
"Having fun?" he asked. Fuck it, if he's gonna ask, may as well be honest. "Yeah, I'm having a good time," I said, still smiling at him. There was a pause again, and his hand rested over his crotch. "That was you in the room, that he asked to fuck me, wasn't it?" he asked suddenly. I knew my face could only be reading deer in the headlights. I didn't know how to respond, so I decided again to just be honest. "Yeah, it was,'' I said a bit sheepishly. He chuckled. "I managed to catch a glimpse just as you left," he said. "Yeah, sorry if it was awkward." "Not at all Ty," he said back. "You weren't the only one he offered me to, and he kept my head pinned down on his cock the whole time. I probably wouldn't even have known unless you spoke," he said.
I was floored again. Was he saying what I thought he was saying? That i could have fucked him? "I didn't really uh...come here to top," I said. "And even more so, I don't...I don't know man," I said. This was a strange place to be stuck in. My hot boss that I've lusted after for years, telling me he wouldn't have cared if I anonymously bred him at a sex club. He laughed again. "Relax, Ty," he said. "We're men here to do men things, remember? It all stays here." He leaned back now, his back against the sauna wall, his hands out on either of his sides. the towel over his right hip seemed to cover less than a moment ago. I now had a decent view of his balls, and they looked decently sized and plump. My eyes traveled up the towel, and I realized that there was an undeniable bulge snaking out over his right hip. I gazed my eyes upward over his stomach and chest. FInally I got to his face, and our eyes met. I was 100% busted.
"Sorry," I said, again with a sheepish smile, looking down to the floor. "Quit apologizing," he said. "If I didn't want you to see that badly I wouldn't be sitting here like this." He made a fair point, but it only raised more questions. "I didn't take you for such a..." "Subby bottom?" he finished for me. We both laughed again. "I'm usually not." There was a pause between us, as the next question seemed obvious but my anxiety to ask it seemed equally as obvious. Josh seemed to sense this and did the hard part for me.
"I'm vers, but Jeff is 100% bottom. So, we agreed early on in our relationship that we would be monogamous, but in order to help me satisfy my...other needs, I'm allowed to do something like this about once a year." "Oh," was all I could muster. That honestly made a lot of sense. Jeff wasn't at all my type, but I had a hard time figuring out who played what role. "Well, I'd ask if you had any luck, but I guess we both know the answer to that," I said with a light chuckle. "Heh, yeah, I guess we do," he said. My left knee bumped his right foot, and I looked up again just in time for us to make eye contact. His eyes seemed to be giving permission to look. Go ahead, it's safe here, was how it kinda felt.
I noticed him look down at me again but for a bit longer this time. My towel was still loosely tied around my waist, and I was officially rock hard with the growing tension in the room. I quickly palmed my crotch and looked up to Josh again to see his eyes still on me, before flitting up to meet mine. He was undoubtedly checking me out, so I decided to do the same. I let my eyes roam his chest slowly down to his faint abs. The towel was now barely covering anything at this point, his cock laying over his right hip about the only thing that was covered. His pubes were completely shaven with only a hint of growth. The outline under his towel was pretty clear now, and as I fixated on it, his cock twitched under the towel. Not just twitched, but flexed. He knew I was looking and he was putting on a show.
My eyes darted back up to his briefly again and we made eye contact, and it seemed clear Josh was putting on a show. My adrenaline surged. I looked back to his nearly exposed cock, when I noticed something; a mole just above his cock on the left side.
"That was you, in the video room," I said with realization. He was the cock that wouldn't come close enough to suck. Josh let out a combination sigh and chuckle. "Yeah, that was me. You were pretty good it seemed," he said. His cock flexed under his towel again. A wave of realizations came over me. One, that he had seen me suck dick, two, that he had seen me get pretty harshly face fucked, and three, most importantly, I had held his cock. Stroked it even. Lastly, he had just complimented my oral skills. It took me a second to process everything. "Just observing?' I finally said. "Surprised you didn't..." I trailed off. Didn't what exactly? Engage in sex with his employee? "Probably for the same reason you declined when that guy offered to let you fuck me." Josh said. He had me there.
Our eyes met again, and this time stayed. It seemed clear we both wanted it, but the question was, would either of us initiate? Or would we both sit here in agony? I wouldn't have to wait long to get my answer. Josh shifted, moving his hands behind his head. As he did so he shifted the towel slightly, but it was just enough for his cock to spring free from its confines and furl out in front of him. It stood out in front of him and I finally got to take it in all its glory. It was a good seven, maybe seven and a half inches, and quite thick. Not quite a small red bull can. The mushroom was slimmer, barely more than the width of the shaft, and came down to a nice tip. His balls were about the size of a standard egg, maybe a bit less.
At this point I had to be drooling. After studying it a bit, I looked back up to Josh, who was observing me with a smirk. He flexed his cock again, causing me to look back to it. There was no question; this was an invitation. "I'm not a top," I said, quietly but with a husk to my voice. "No one's perfect," he said through a grin, the same huskiness to his own voice. His toes started rubbing against my knee, and his cock flexed again. It was clear at this point; this was my chance, and it was now or never. I moved my left hand to his right knee. Before I could slide it too far up, he placed his hand on mine. "Whatever happens next, never happened. I'm not gonna threaten your job here, but I need you to understand." He didn't need to explain.
I nodded my head. "Just a cock in the dark room," I said. Our eyes met again, and I used my free hand to finish undoing my towel, springing my own cock free. He took a moment to look as he released my hand, and I began rubbing his thigh as I slowly moved my hand up it. "I knew you had to be packing," I said as I leaned a bit forward, my hand reaching to his upper thigh now. He chuckled again. "I've seen you checking out my bulge at the office. You're not as discreet as you think." I laughed a bit at being caught, but at the same time seized the chance to grab his cock, for the second time today.
I gripped it about midshaft and started pumping it. Josh leaned his head back and closed his eyes, returning both hands behind his head again. I shifted just to the left a bit more, giving him slow, deliberate strokes as I truly took in his manhood. We were both sweating decently from the sauna now, and it provided half decent lube for what I was doing. His cock felt good in my hand, but I wasn't here to jerk him off. Josh seemed to read my mind, shifting his hips out towards me. He was fully exposed and vulnerable.
Before I could second guess myself, I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. Josh let out a deep sigh as he felt the warm, wet tongue on the underside of his cock. My hand gripped the base of his shaft, and the head passed my lips as I took in the top half of his shaft. His sweat tasted slightly salty, but good. I began bobbing on him, working my hand along the shaft below my mouth as I began working my way down his manhood. I worked about 80% of him down, and worked with that for a few moments. I moved my free hand down to his balls where I played with them gently, before reaching up and tweaking his nips. If this was all I got, I was going to make sure he knew how good my mouth felt. My blowjobs were always well complimented.
I pulled myself off for a short break, and Josh scooted further forward so that he was almost hanging over the edge of the bench. I changed positions now, so that I was now kneeling between his legs on the lower bench. I ran my tongue balls the length of his shaft before getting to his balls, which I hungrily sucked into my mouth and began to work over. I went back to stroking his shaft with my right hand. My left roamed a few places on his body, and at one point I braced myself on his left thigh with it. I realized that Josh had leaned far back enough that his hole was just barely exposed beneath my tongue. I moved my hand underneath, and started grazing near his hole. It was definitely slick.
"That guy fill you?" I asked between slurps. "As much as he filled you," Josh said back, with a few sharp breaths. I might as well take full advantage of this situation. "How many loads did you get tonight?" I took his cock as deep as I could as soon as I asked, my thumb now teasing his hole. "Four," he replied back. I was now throating him, and his hands took hold of my head on either side. Fuck that was hot. I began pressing my thumb into his hole as he began to face fuck me, forcing me a bit further down than I could take. "What about you?" he asked, holding me down on him. I held up a hand with no fingers up to indicate zero. "None?! You swallowed at least one!" I shrugged. "At least I know you can handle all this," he said as he kept drilling me. "You have no idea how hard it was not to put my dick in your face watching that."
He forced his entire length down my throat, and I gagged hard for the first time. He released my head, and I came up for air, spit dripping down my chin. "I wish you had," I finally got out. "But you're using it now. And it was probably about as hard as not fucking that gorgeous ass." A devilish grin crossed my face. "And I swallowed a load or two, but some subby twink was hogging all the tops." Yeah I was jabbing at him, and he responded the way I'd hoped. He gripped the back of my head with one hand, his cock with the other, and shoved me all the way down on him again, holding me there. I gagged as he held me, but I was still able to hold. He thrusted himself balls deep into my mouth for a few more minutes, but I was very much starting to overheat in this sauna.
He finally released me again, and I came up gurgling for air. "I need a break from this heat," I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I was absolutely drenched in sweat. We both were. "Yeah, I do too." he sat up and began to wrap the towel around him. I panicked a little, unsure if he was calling this a day. I needed him to cum. He leaned forward and reached down to grip my own cock, his face in mine. "Lets go to my room."
I got off the bench and wrapped myself, both of us exiting the tiny room. Our towels did nothing to hide our raging hard ons. I followed his lead as he led me to the room I had seen him in earlier. He unlocked the door and I followed him in. He immediately dropped his towel before turning to me, his still hard cock bobbing towards me like a compass. I pulled mine off as well, and Josh pushed me to the bed. "Ass up," he commanded me. He wanted me ass up? I complied, and Josh immediately dove his face into the cleft of my ass. "Fuuuuuuuck," I let out as he lapped at my sweaty but needy hole.
I pressed my body back to meet his sweeping mouth. He buried his tongue as deep as he could, grabbing my hard cock and stroking it slowly. I was starting to whimper. "Fuck," i said again. "That feels so good. You're making me so...neeedy!" I let out with a sharp breath. His tongue withdrew from me and I felt him shift on the bed. I looked over my shoulder and he was now on his knees behind me. Was he going to fuck me? I felt a pressure on my hole. "Needy for what, pig?" he asked. He slapped my hole with his cock a few times, before I felt that pressure against me again. He was going to enter me if he didn't stop right now. "Are you...allowed to do this?" I asked, despite pressing myself back, still between heavy breathing. He took a firm hold of his cock with his right hand as he dropped a big glob of spit directly onto his cock. He leaned forward over my back, nearly whispering in my ear. "I don't need permission for something that didn't happen."
As he finished his sentence my hole relaxed, and he slid in to the hilt. "FUCK!" I let out. Not quite a scream but certainly a yelp. Josh straightened himself up and gripped me by the hips, but he made no movements inside me. After a moment of letting me adjust to him, I began to rock my hips against him, and he got the hint. He began working himself in and out of my hole, slowly working up his pace. His girth stretched me good, I was a bit tight, but it was undeniable heaven. I continued letting out a string of obscenities between gasps of him bottoming out inside me. I was doing my best to be a good hole, clenching my cock on his out stroke to squeeze his length well, and relaxing on the push in so he could get balls deep every time.
Josh picked up his pace further, and was now pounding me decently hard. Any pain had subsided and his cock was pure bliss. His girth was perfection, stretching me so well, without being too much. His length got good and deep inside me, without hurting. I would guess he was just missing my second hole, which at this moment I was honestly thankful for it. "Jesus fuck that feels so good. You feel so good," I said. In all honesty, I was starting to feel that familiar build. Rare but not impossible, but maybe a first in the doggy position. "Your hole was made to take cock," he said back. He was now fucking me so hard that the slap of his groin against my ass had to be heard down the hall. His pace now became hard and fast, and I was beginning to feel that sense of urgency from him.
Suddenly, he pulled out. "Flip," he said as he smacked the right side of my ass. It wasn't a question. As quickly as I could I rolled over onto my back, pulling my legs up to my shoulders. Holding his dick with his left hand, he pressed against my hole and sunk in. "Fuuuuck," we both let out at the same time. His head fell back and eyes closed. He placed one hand on my chest, the other wrapped around one of my legs. It wasn't long before he built himself back up to the hard, fast pace he'd just paused. He was slamming my prostate now, and there was no way I was gonna last long like this. His face also began to contort, and I had a feeling we were about to hit our crescendo.
Suddenly, I wasn't gonna hold it any longer. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," I said. He removed his hand from my chest and my leg, and kneeled up straight as he railed my hole. "Show me the load pig," he said. Jesus christ, the way my brain short circuited from him saying that. It sent me over the edge. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, here it comes," I said, barely able to form the words. He gripped my cock and pointed it towards his stomach. My prostate contracted, and I saw stars as my load left my balls. My head pitched back, and my hole contracted on his pistoning cock as I shot a massive load all over Josh's slim frame. Mostly his stomach, but also his chest, and one even hit under his chin.
As my orgasm worked its way through my body, Josh's rhythm became erratic, though just as hard as ever. "You want bred slut? You want this fucking load?" he asked. It was quiet, and I almost felt like we were in the office. Except we weren't. We were in a bathhouse bed, me doubled over and him balls deep in my ass. This was really happening. "Yes. Fuck. Yes. Please. Breed your pig. Fill me," I begged. "I need that fucking load so bad."
He took both my legs again, using me to hold himself up. He thrusted in me a few more times before burying himself in me completely. His pubes grinding into my ass, a string of obscenities coming from his mouth. I could feel his cock pulsing in my hole, feeling even bigger if it were possible, as he pumped load after load into me. After what felt like an eternity of him dumping his load, he finally stopped. He looked down and smiled, before spitting a nice glob on my face. "Good pig," he said, and I melted a little again. He took one hand to hold both my ankles above me, and withdrew his cock. I whimpered, causing him to chuckle again. Using his free hand, we wiped the load I sprayed all over him down his body. It was a sizable load, which he pushed south on his body until he got to his own cock.
He coated his cock in my load, wiping the contents of his hand all over it. He was still mostly hard, and met my eyes again as he leaned in and pressed back into me. Jesus Christ, he was fucking me with my own load. He slowly pumped my hole for a few minutes, mixing my cum with his inside my guts. "I don't think I can go another round," I gasped out. And it was true. "Me neither, I just didn't want all this cum to go to waste." He ground himself into me one last time, again getting as deep as his cock would allow, before pulling out again, now half hard at best. In a flash, I spun around on the bed, now down on my knees and elbows, hunched over in front of him. Before he could stop me, I took his cock into my mouth. I needed to know what he tasted like, even if my own was mixed with it. As I swallowed him whole, he leaned over my back, probing my hole with a finger. Doing so forced him further down my throat until he was again balls deep in me. He sat back up and pulled out of my mouth before bringing his hand to it instead, and pushing two fingers in. I could taste his cum, feeding me his load and a little of mine.
We collapsed into the bed, taking a moment to rest. We sat in silence for a bit. "That was...fucking amazing," I said. God, I hoped I could control myself around him now in the office. That was the best fuck I'd had all year, at a minimum. "You're telling me," he said, still panting a little. We laid next to each other on the bed, not quite cuddling, but our bodies pressed against each other. We stayed like that for a bit, just relaxing from the after fuck glow. Finally, I knew that this had to end at some point, and it was late enough.
"Well, uh, thanks for the...fuck," I said. "I know it never happened but...fuck. I don't know how I'll ever forget it." Josh guffawed. "Just remember you can't grab my dick at the office," he retorted. I guffawed back. "I'll just stick to my eyeballing," I said, and I got up from the bed. I leaned over and took his quarter hard cock into my mouth for a brief, single stroke, before getting out of bed. Josh rose as well. I grabbed my towel and began to put it on. Josh approached the door to the small room, but paused. I walked over to the door. Josh turned to face me, then took my head into his hands again, but this time gave me a deep, passionate kiss. I opened my lips to allow him in, and our tongues danced. His hand wandered south and gripped my cock, then around back and squeezed my ass. Opening the door to his room, he said, "See you Monday."