I stand in the shower stall, facing away from the door, through which I know the guy will come.
Soon.
My chest is heaving with desire and my head is thudding - that thudding when you can't think; can hardly breathe; when your mind is buzzing with sexual anticipation. My skin is burning as though the all-over tan has set me on fire. I stretch my splayed hand down over my crotch, my flesh rising to my touch. That cock that gives me and my men, so much pleasure, and I tangle my fingers in the curly, wet blond hair, then snap my head back to receive the full hot blast from the shower head. I take the soap from the dish to my left and idly trail it over my body as it lightly foams in my hand and I luxuriate in the feel of my own body. My prick is now fully erect, and the purple tip is straining away from my hips, while I lather myself.
I am aware of someone else in the shower-room.
I clear my eyes of soap under the shower, and glance over to my right, where the stud stands, legs spread, his facial expression radiating lust and longing. I look down and grasp my hard cock, my fingers curling, sensuously round it. He turns and looks behind him, as a third man, Stud 2 enters the showers. They are obviously together, so I figure why not take them both on.
I need to feel hard flesh pumping inside me.
I have a need.
Stud 2 steps slowly over to where I'm standing and rests his hand on my ass cheek, gently running the fingers lightly over my crack. I reach out my hand and feel the power in his knob, heavily veined and pulsing to my touch.
I want this man so much.
I kneel, and he stands in front of me as I run my tongue around and around the tip of his penis, taking his glistening head between my lips, tracing the slime from side to side, feeling him shove, slightly, against me. With one hand I grasp his meat, encircling it, and pressing hard against the ridged area just below its lip. I savour the smell of it, letting my tongue dart into the piss-slit, and feeling him writhe, his groans urging me on. "More, baby, more!" before opening my lips wider and letting him push his flesh further into my eager mouth. I sense Stud 1 behind me, so I go down onto all fours, my hungry butt jutting towards him.
Take me. Take me.
His fingers play around my sphincter.
Lightly, so very lightly, and my ass - ever willing to play, puckers at his touch. His hands leave me for a moment, and then I hear the crack of a small tube of lube being opened.
If only he knew that he didn't need it!
He slips in two fingers, up to the knuckle - I hear his gasp of surprise that my ass is so open and willing - and my suction draws them in. He kneels behind me, the length of his cock resting on my crease as he probes with his fingers. He knows that my ass is longing for his meat, so he removes his fingers - slowly - and replaces them with the hard tip of his cock, and I feel that delicious pleasure/pain as he eases himself into me. I masturbate while they both assault me, loving every move of their penetration. He rises quickly within my belly, his pubic bush against my ass cheeks as he completes his entry.
Meanwhile, my mouth and lips are against the stud's belly, his cock all the way down my throat, and I grasp one cheek with my free hand, rubbing and working him with the motion of my mouth. I move my fingers back and forth along the crack of his ass, feeling the moist opening that throbs against my finger. I ease it into him and hear him cry out, feeling him tighten against my probing finger. My eyes are watering slightly and I'm just short of gagging. There is total silence, apart from the soft hissing of breath, and the urgent pounding in my head as though they were drugging me.
I'm high on sex. Time is standing still in that echoing shower room as we heave and strain against each other, just the slapping of flesh and the occasional groan and loud sigh disturbing the late afternoon sauna session.
Stud 1 has built up a regular rhythm in my ass, and his balls slap languorously against my flesh as he fills me. I am delirious with love for cock, and the man smells assail my nostrils as I bury my face in Stud 2's curly, sweaty bush.
They are both murmuring the usual cock/stud/love language as they fuck my body, and I long for their spunk. Stud 2's movements become jerkier, his rectum grips my finger and his thighs shudder against my face as he fucks my mouth, while Stud 1 pumps me like he's a piston.
I hear a sudden, low cry from above, and Stud 2 holds my head, firmly, then his movements become more set, and regular, and forceful. He's on his way and I'm not going to stop him. I taste the first spits of cum, as they fly into my mouth and I eagerly swallow them, tensed and alert for the blast that will surely follow. His breathing is now loud and harsh, and he's slapping against my mouth, then he gives a huge sigh, seconds before I feel his cock-slit widen and my mouth floods with his sperm. I swallow as fast as I can, not wanting to miss a single drop or lose any from out the corner of my mouth, but there's just too much and the cum feels cool as it oozes from between my lips. My hand is working on my cock as I take his orgasm, and my lust is now out of control, as my strokes become faster.
Stud 1 is now so turned on that he gives a couple of violent jerks against my ass, and then the searing heat of his load floods my bowels.
I sway, almost giddy with the overwhelming power of the two surges, and I wildly imagine the two studs' spunk meeting and splashing inside me. They seem to shoot forever, then I open my mouth on Stud 2's cock, letting strands of his cum flow down as I reach my own violent climax, splashing my love-juice into the drain. Then Stud 2 pulls out, his cum-flecked head spraying my face, and Stud 1 does likewise, letting the cold air into my hole where his cock had nestled so perfectly. Stud 2 pats me on the head like a dog that's behaved well, and leaves the shower, with his pal, while I turn over and sit, slumped in the shower stall, watching the spunk leaving my ass in rivulets, gathering round the drain.
I swallow the last traces of cum from inside my mouth, and rise, unsteadily to my feet.
There will be other times, but this is it for now. Silent. Anonymous.
Fleeting.