Steamworks 2009

When an Alpha spends a night at a bathhouse, it's only in his nature to get to "know" some of the other guests.  .

The following is a work of erotic fiction. Although it is based on real life events, the content, names, and all details should be viewed as fictional and should only be read by readers 18 and over.

Steamworks, 2009

- provided by Alpha Lyon

        I've had mixed experiences at Steamworks in Berkeley. It all depends on the crowd. But even the "off nights" still provided an unexpected adventure of some sort. This was one of those nights.

        My routine when I got there was: get settled in my room, go lift in the gym area, shower, Jacuzzi, then walk around and see what caught my eye. I got settled in my room, undressed, grab my towel, and headed to the gym area. I wrapped my towel tight around my waist, leaving little to the imagination as my soft cock is outlined by the thin cotton material.

        In the gym area, I started with bicep curls and quickly got my veins to pop. Once I was satisfied, I moved to the bench press. While stacking the weights, I saw in the mirror a guy standing in the shadows on the edge of the gym watching me intently. I pretended not to notice him as I stretched in the mirror and flexed to get the blood flowing to my muscles. I sat on the end of the bench, letting my cock and balls hang over the edge. from the approached me and asked if I needed a spot on the bench. The guy watching started walking towards me and I finally got a good look at him; 6', swimmer's build, tanned, black jockstrap.

        I nodded a "sup?" at him and tugged unconsciously at my cock.

        "Hey. Was gonna see if you needed a spot, but you're pushing more weight there than I think I can help with," he said with a smile.

        "This?' I laughed. "This is just for a pump. I'm good, but thanks." He knelt between my legs and asked if there was anything he could do to help. I smiled back at him, placed my hand on the back of his head, and guided his mouth to my cock. As he sucked my dick, I leaned back and began my set. He didn't take his mouth off of it until I had completed three sets. My chest was pumped and so was my cock.

"I think I'm done here," I said to him.

He looked back and I saw another guy standing in the doorway give him a thumbs up.

"Wanna go back to our room and fuck me?" he asked.

        "What's the deal with you two? Boyfriend? Threeway?"

"Boyfriend, yes. Threeway, no," he laughed. "My boyfriend is a nice guy, but, well, I like big dicks and he's kinda a shitty fuck. He likes getting cucked and just watching other guys fuck me. You down?"

I thought about it for a moment before asking him to show me his ass. He stood up and turned around to show me his perky round ass.

        "I'm down," I said. "Lead the way."

        He grabbed my cock and led me by my "leash" to their room.

Inside, I got a good view of the boyfriend. He was short, pasty white, and had a weird skinny-fat body. His dick was slightly longer than his pubes. I could tell why the hot one wanted me over him. The hot one dropped to his knees and began sucking my dick as he rubbed his hole with lubed fingers.

"You cool with this?" I asked the cuck.

"Yes, Sir," he replied as his eyes scanned every inch of our bodies.

"Cuz if you're not, I can just take your boyfriend back to my room and give him what he needs," I taunted, running my hand up and down my abs as they flexed from me pumping my cock into the boyfriend's mouth."

"No, Sir. Please let me watch."

"You ready?" I asked the hot one.

"Fuck yeah!" he said, jumping on the bed on his stomach and spreading his legs wide for me.

The cuck handed a bottle of poppers to the boyfriend  and lube to me.

"That's not how this works," I told him. "If you're going to watch, you're going to be useful. Prep my cock."

The cuck took a condom from the table and was about to open the package.

"What size is that?" I asked.

"It's just a regular condom," he said apologetically.

I looked at him, looked at my cock, looked back at him.        

"Does this look 'regular size' to you?" I asked.

"No, Sir. Give me a minute," the cuck said and ran out of the room.

"You know you can fuck me raw if you want," the boyfriend said.

"Yeah, but I have something better in mind. You'll see."

"Can I at least taste it?" he asked hungrily.

I just smiled back.

        Thirty seconds later, the cuck came back with an XL he had gotten from either the front desk or vending machine. He poured some lube in one hand and I guided him to my cock. As he gripped my cock, unrolling the condom down, I pumped into his hand to get it slick evenly.

"That really is a big fucking cock!" he said, eyes wide.

"Nah, it's just a normal cock like any real man would have between his legs," I said, feigning modesty and knowing the effect it was having on his cuck-mindset.

The boyfriend coughed, as if to remind us that he was ready.

"Now back the fuck up," I said to the cuck. "I'm about to destroy your boyfriend's hole."

I lined the head of my cock with the boyfriend's ass and slid in less than halfway. 

"How deep does that cuck usually get?" I asked the boyfriend.

"About right there when he's balls deep," he moaned through strained breath, "but you're twice as thick. Give me a minute to adjust."

I pumped my hips a little to help him relax to my girth as he took a couple hits of poppers. When the rush began to hit him, I felt his ass relax as it was ready to take more.

"Not even halfway and I've already got him moaning," I said to the cuck. "I'm as deep as you get. He ever moan like this for you?"

"No, Sir," the cuck replied.

"Let's see what happens when I go in another inch," I said, staring at the cuck as the boyfriend moaned. "And now another inch. And another inch. I'm still not in all the way. You want the rest, boy?"

"Give it to me!" the boyfriend begged.

I slammed in the last two inches. The boyfriend sat up on his knees and tried to pull away instinctively, but I caught his neck in one hand and his hips in the other. He wasn't going anywhere. He gulped several times as his ass clenched and adjusted to my cock.

The walls of the room had conveniently placed mirrors all around, and as I leaned over the boyfriend, I could see the pleasure in his face.

"Let's give him a good show," I whispered in his ear.

"Don't be gentle."

"I won't be."

I could see him smile as his ass began to ride my cock. I stood back up and began to plow his ass. Mirrors make me feel like Patrick Bateman in that scene from "American Psycho". Fucking to fuck and narcissistically being turned on by watching myself.

The cuck watched in wide-eyed silence as he watched a real man sexually own his boyfriend in a way he never had, could, or ever would be able to. 

I spun the boyfriend on his back without having to slide out. The cuck continued to watch while providing poppers for us. After ten minutes in this position, I felt myself getting close when I felt the boyfriend's ass clench around my cock as he came into his jockstrap. That was enough to push me over the edge and I unloaded.

I leaned down to kiss the boyfriend and said to him, "Now watch this."

"He always cum hands-free like that?" I asked the cuck as I pulled out and took off the condom.

"Sometimes, Sir, but never with me. Only with big dicks."

        "Open your mouth, cuck."

He opened his mouth and I placed the lip of the condom in his mouth. He wrapped his lips around it as I lifted the condom up, letting my cum drain into his mouth.

"Do not swallow, understand?" I asked the cuck. He nodded.

When the condom was empty, I took it out of the cuck's mouth.

"Now kiss your boyfriend. He worked for that load, you didn't."

The cuck leaned over, nearly lips to lips, and let my cum drip into his boyfriend's eager mouth. To anyone watching, it would have looked like a passionate kiss, but all three of us knew the real reason: the boyfriend wanted all of my load in his mouth.

Once the energy in the room returned to normal, the cuck went to his bag in the corner and pulled out a glass pipe. 

As fun as the fuck had been, that was my sign that it was time to go.

"Sure you don't want to stay and party with us?" the boyfriend asked.

"I'm good. Thanks for the warmup," I said, and headed to the showers.

        After fucking the tweaker while his cuck watched, I needed a shower to wash off the sweat and sex. I rinsed off in the open showers before getting cruised by a hot muscle stud who I followed in to the adjacent steam room. He was sitting on the top bench at one corner so I sat in the opposite corner.

Power move 101: make them come to you, which he did. 

        We started making out for a bit before he put his hand on the back of my head and pushed down for me to suck his dick.

"Whoa! I don't suck dick," I said as I pulled away.

"Well shit. This is awkward. I don't either," he replied. 

And out of the thick fog came a voice, "I do!"              

        A slight Asian male, probably mid 20s, approached us. He leaned forward and took my new buddy's cock in his mouth before either of us had time to refuse. We gave each other a "fuck it" shrug and started making out again. The cocksucker alternated between our cocks

until we were both hard.

        Unfortunately, once I was fully hard, he had a serious problem not using his teeth on my cock. He seemed to do a much better job on my buddy though, considering his cock was much thinner than mine.

        After a while, I could sense that they were having a connection, so I left them to have fun with each other in the steam room.

"Hit me up later if you wanna tag team," my buddy said as I left.

"Will do. I'll be around." I gave him my room number and showered off again.

       I dried off and walked naked to grab a fresh towel. The cool air in the building felt good on my body after the steam and hot shower. I felt the looks from other guys as they watched my cock swing and my ass bounce and it felt good. I hung up my fresh towel next to the jacuzzi and got in. Two guys were already in it, making out and groping each other as I relaxed and enjoyed their show. I watched them for a few minutes until something caught my eye.

        A college aged guy was walking with purpose down the hallway towards the jacuzzi. He had the face of a twink but his body packed a surprising amount of muscle for his frame. He was the epitome of a twunk. He kept looking behind him and at first, I was confused what he was looking for. Then I saw and knew exactly what was happening.

I do not mean to body shame. I do not mean to sound ageist. I believe everyone is attractive to someone. When I refer to someone as ugly, I am not referring to their physical appearance. I am referring to the way they act. So with that clarified...

Stomping from behind the twunk was an ugly rotund older man. He was eagerly following the twunk with what could only be described as a poor sense of "reading the audience". The twunk was trying to distance himself from him but the old man was not picking up on the contextual clues.

        The twunk headed to the back where the maze of glory holes was located and I knew with one wrong turn, he would be in trouble. The old man continued to pursue him as I stepped out of the jacuzzi, dried off, and wrapped my towel around my waist. As I stepped into the darkness of the maze and gave my eyes a few seconds to adjust, I could hear voices from around the corner in the far end. As I got closer, I could tell the old man had cornered the twunk and was trying to coerce him into something. I followed the voices and found the twunk backed up against the wall so hard, he was practically leaving an imprint.

"Hey," I called out in a casual tone. The twunk and the old man turned to me. “Sup, dude?”

"Mark? That you?" the twunk asked, peering around from where the old man was blocking his exit.

"Uh -- " I thought for a minute. "Uh, yeah. It's me...Mark. Thought I lost you there. Our room's ready."

The twunk dipped under the old man's arm and hurried towards me. He gave me big hug and whispered, "Just play along."

"Duh," I replied.

"I thought you said you came here on your own?" the old man asked irritated.

"Uh, yeah, came here alone, but was meeting up with friends," the twunk called back to him. "Go go go!" he whispered to me.

"Eager Asian guy in the steam room though if you're looking for fun," I called back to the old man as we headed to my room.

"Thanks for the rescue," the twunk said to me once we were out of earshot of the old man. "I hate being rude but it gets me into those kinda problems way more than it should. That's what I get for being so passive sometimes.”

"Not a problem. You can hang out in my room as long as you want. I'm not looking for anything, so no pressure."

"Thanks. I appreciate it."

        When we got to my room, the twunk sat on the bed and I sat beside him.

"You know my name isn't Mark though, right?" I said to him.

The twunk laughed. "I know. First name that came to mind."

"Oh really? Then who's the real Mark?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"You'll laugh if I tell you. By the way, I'm Lane."

"Nice to meet you, Lane. Now don't change the subject. Who's this ‘Mark’ guy?" I challenged him.

Lane sighed. "He's this guy in my poli-sci class I have a major crush on. He's about the same height and build as you. That's why when I saw your outline in the maze, his name was the first one that came to mind."

"Well, that and the fact that you have a major crush on him," I teased.

Lane laughed. "Yeah, but he's young. He's my age."

"Rude," I said, feigning hurt. "I'm 29, kid."

"No! Didn't mean it like that. Just meant that he's youngER."

"It's fine. I'm just giving you a hard time."

"That's something he'd do too," he said with a smile. "So what is your name?"

"It can be Mark for tonight if you want," I joked. Lane swallowed and licked his lips. "Oh really?" I asked him inquisitively.

"What? No. I mean...that's kinda a weird thing for me to ask you, isn't it?"

"I've heard weirder," I said and ruffled his shaggy brown hair. It was shaved tight on the sides and long enough on top to be pulled back in a short pony-tale/man-bun. Lane closed his eyes and enjoyed the attention. I looked down and saw his dick starting to get hard under his towel.

"Well, before I came to your rescue," I said jokingly, "I was enjoying the jacuzzi. You want to hang here or join me?"

"Jacuzzi sounds good. I need to chill after all that."

        We headed to the jacuzzi which was now empty. I hung up my towel and stepped in to the water. I sat in the middle of one of the sides of the square-shaped pool and spread my legs and arms wide to the sides. Lane stood there looking slightly nervous.

"You gonna get in? Water's warm," I coaxed to him.

        Lane unwrapped his towel and hung it up, giving me a view of his perfect ass. When he turned around, I noticed that his smooth body had the tight muscle tone of all young muscle studs his age. His cock was average with average size balls that all together looked proportionate to his frame. He walked in to the center of the pool and dipped down until his whole body was under the water. When he emerged, he pulled his hair back and tied it with a hair tie he had on his wrist. The water dripped down his well formed chest, tracing his abs down to his Adonis belt, and drawing the eye to his tightly trimmed pubes. I could see why the old man was so eager to get a taste.

        Lane sat on the side of the jacuzzi perpendicular to me as we talked. I learned that he was a 19 year old sophomore at Berkeley. Because of his interest in health, he was studying to be a physiotherapist. He and the real-Mark lived in the same dorm on campus and had a couple 101 classes together as freshman. They became friends and Lane would often help Mark with their assignments...and his laundry...and sometimes cleaning. My “faggot-detecting senses” were tingling. Lane was taking the poli-sci class to partially fulfill a general education requirement, but mostly because Mark was in it and Lane wanted to spend more time with him. Lust at first sight. Unfortunately for Lane, since Mark was straight, nothing had ever happened between them, other than Lane sneaking a few glances at Mark in the locker room after they worked out. Supposedly Mark knew that Lane was gay but didn’t have any problems with it.

"So what brought you here tonight then?" I asked Lane.

"I dunno. Just needed to get out, change of scenery, and...you know..."

"Horniness?"

He laughed. "Yeah. Horniess."

"So how's that working out for you then?" I asked sarcastically.

"Started out kinda rough, but it's not so bad right now," he smiled back. His foot accidentally brushed against my leg and he jerked it back.

"Not into human contact?" I asked, testing his comfort levels.

"No, I like it. Just didn't want to invade your space."

"Depends on the guy. You? You can invade my space if you want," I said, rubbing my foot under his leg from his Achilles heel to the back of his knee and back down. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back with the same look of comfort he had given me in the room. When I stopped, he opened his eyes and looked at me questioningly.

"So you wouldn't mind if I sat closer?" he asked with hesitation. I smiled at him and motioned for him to come over as I scooted down. When he stood up, I could see that he was hard. He sat down inches from me.

"Someone's excited," I said, nodding to his dick.

"Yeah, sorry. All this talk about Mark and your bodies are so similar and all that stuff kinda got me going," he apologized.

"No need to apologize. We're men; it happens. Honestly, I'd be offended a little if I didn't get you hard," I teased. "So if Mark was here with you, what would you want? What would you say to him?"

"Honestly, I'd want to touch him. I know how that might sound..."

"Dude, no judgments here. So where would you want to touch him?"

"Everywhere!" Lane said with an embarrassed chuckle. I put my hand under the water, took hold of his wrist, and guided him to my cock.

"Wow!" he said, squeezing my semi-hard dick. "You've got a nice cock. It's big."

"Second time I’ve heard that tonight," I laughed. "You've got a great body. How often you work out?"

We talked for a bit about workout routines and nutrition as he continued to play with my cock under the water. After a while, I stood up to expose myself to the cool air a little. I stood in front of him and stretched both arms up, the lights from the jacuzzi under-lighting my muscles and causing Lane to lose his concentration. I grabbed my cock and squeezed precum onto my fingers so I could taste it.

"Mmm. Tangy," I remarked. "You want to try some?" Lane could not speak, but nodded eagerly as he watched me squeeze more onto my fingers and bring them to his mouth. He eagerly savored the flavor as he sucked my fingers clean.

"If I was Mark, what would you want to do?" I asked.

"Suck his dick."

"Then what's holding you back," I asked as I put my hand on the back of his head. I didn't have to guide him as he leaned forward on his own and took my cock into his mouth. His eyes closed as he focused on just the head and an inch of the shaft as he moaned from the flavor of my freely flowing precum. 

        I looked around and saw that an audience had begun to gather to watch one muscle stud suck another muscle stud. Among the audience was the old man who was rubbing his nubby dick. I wasn't the only one who noticed as Lane had opened his eyes and was becoming visibly uncomfortable. I pulled him up to stand and kissed him on the mouth, tasting my precum and his saliva.

"You don't have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, okay?" I said to him. Lane nodded.

"You want to head to somewhere more private?"

Land nodded again.

"Okay, show's over," I said, waving to the crowd as we stepped out of the jacuzzi. 

        We grabbed our towels and headed to the showers. A couple guys followed us, as if to see us resume the show. All but one of the stragglers left when they realized that nothing was going to happen. We rinsed ourselves off and I led Lane to the steam room where we would be able to relax with more privacy. I opened the door and Lane stepped in. The remaining voyeur tried to follow me in but I told him that he needed to leave us alone.

"You don't own the steam room," he said snarkily, not moving.

"If I let you suck my dick, will you leave us alone?" I offered. He paused and looked like he was not going to accept the offer. "Fine," I said reluctantly. "I'll let you suck my dick a little now and again when we're done, but I need you to make sure no one comes in here.

        This seemed to be a better offer that he was comfortable accepting as he then dropped to his knees and began to suck my dick. There is nothing worse than a bad blowjob, but if this meant privacy, it was a sacrifice I was willing to make. 

        After about a minute of bad head, I pulled my dick away from him. "Half now, half later," I reminded him. He turned around and stood at the entrance area to the steam room to honor his part of the deal.

         When I got in the room, I called out to Lane.

"I'm right here," he said. "Thought you might have left me for a minute."

"Not a chance. Just had to make sure we weren't bothered. Anyone else in here?"

"No, just us."

         I reached through the steam, felt Lane, and pulled him close. Our lips found each other and my hands traced the muscles of his back down to the towel hugging his beefy ass. I slipped my hand down his ass, causing his towel to fall to the floor. As I squeezed, he moaned in my mouth. I turned him around and bent him over the bench. I took both of our towels, now on the tiled floor, and arranged them as cushioning as I got down on my knees. I spread his legs wide to get him in position and then reached around him to grab his hips. I buried my nose in his ass and gave his crack one thorough lick. It tasted of the chlorine from the jacuzzi and soap from the shower, but soon those tastes were replaced with the soft natural flavor of an eager ass. His hips bounced on my face as my tongue dove into his hole. It was tight, but not unwilling.

"Fuck that feels good," Lane moaned.

"What's my name?" I asked, as I spat on his hole.

"I don't know. You never told --" Lane said confused.

"What's my name?" I asked again. This time, he seemed to know where I was going.

"Mark."

"And what do you want?"

"Please eat my hole, Mark!" he begged as he began to get lost in the fantasy. "Eat my hole like you eat your girlfriend's pussy."

         I dove back in and tongue fucked him. My hands explored his body, rubbing his flexing abs as his ass rode my face. When I reached up to play with his nips. I quickly discovered that they were hardwired to his erotic pleasure sensors and he began moaning even louder. Unfortunately, this increased noise must have drawn the attention of others as I felt the steam room door open behind me. Knowing how Lane felt about this, we left the steam room and quickly showered. I gave him the key to my room and told him to wait for me in there after getting us fresh towels. As I showered, the guy who was supposed to watch the door came up to me, as if to collect the other half of his "payment". 

"I said no one else," I barked at him tersely.

"But they just walked in. I couldn't stop them."

"Don't care. You had one job to do. Now fuck off. I'm showering." He started to say something, but before he could make a sound, I repeated myself and pointed to the exit. "Fuck. Off." He left sullenly, but at least he left.

I finished showering and headed to my room. The door was locked so I knocked.

"Who’s there?" Lane asked from the other side.

"It's Mark," I replied, trying to reignite the fantasy.

"Right as it was getting good, too," he said playfully as he let me in.

I stepped inside the room and locked the door behind me for complete and certain privacy. The only lighting from the room was the light that filtered in from the open ceiling. In the dark, I felt Lane's hands reach out and touch my chest. I bounced my pecs as he played with my nips and made them hard.

"Fuck, you've got a great body," he said.

"And you don't?" I asked.

"Yeah, but it's not like yours. You've got mass and definition."

I took his hands and placed them on my ass.

"You like to rim?" I asked.

"Never done it before, if I'm honest," he said shyly.

"You want to?"

"For you? Oh fuck yeah!"

I moved one of his hands to my abs and began to grind so that my abs and ass flexed in grinding circles.

"Then before the night is over, you'll know what it's like to eat a real man's ass," I whispered in his ear.

"God, you have the same confidence as Mark," Lane said as he gave a little shiver.

I walked forward and Lane moved backwards until I had him pressed up against the wall. I pressed up against him until my cock was pressed against his abs and leaking precum, and my lips were almost on his.

"Can you see my face?" I asked.

"No."

"Then how do you know I'm not him?"

Lane shivered again and asked timidly, "Mark, there's something I want to do for you."

"Oh?"

"Can I....?"

"Spit it out, Lane. What is it?"

"Can I suck your dick? Like, really suck your dick? Since we don't have any interruptions?"

"Thought you'd never ask," I said, and pushed him down on his knees as I took a step back to give him room. Even in the dark, Lane was able to quickly find my cock with his mouth. This time was different than at the jacuzzi. He moaned loudly as he used one hand to cup my balls and the other to stroke my shaft in time with his mouth since he couldn't deep throat it all. His desire blazed in the dark room.

"Fuck, dude," I said as I rubbed his bouncing head. "You suck dick better than my girlfriend."

His cocksucking intensified. I took his hands and ran them down my abs again as I flexed them, letting him trace the deep cuts that turned him on. When I reached my hips, I pulled them back to my ass so he could feel them flex as I pumped into his eager mouth. 

When he popped his mouth off my cock to catch his breath, I pulled him up and kissed him deep, tasting my precum mixed with his saliva.

"Turn around. I'm gonna eat your fag hole like it's my girlfriend's pussy."

        "Um, hold on a sec. I don't wanna ruin the moment or anything, but I really don't like that word," he objected.

"Which word? 'Fag'?"

"Yeah."

"Think about it. You do my laundry?"

"Yeah..."

"You clean my room?"

"Yeah..."

"You're sucking my dick and loving it?"

"Yeah..."

"Then you're a faggot. It's not an insult when I say it. It's just what you are. Embrace it. You have two choices. You can either walk out that door or you can turn around and let me eat that sweet faggot muscle ass. Your choice."

Even in the dark, I could see Lane hesitate before he turned around, arms on the wall, legs spread, and presented his faggot ass for me.

"I thought so," I said. I opened my bottle of poppers I had placed on the nearby table and took a deep huff. "Poppers are on the table next to you," I offered before I knelt down and dove into his hole.

I recognized the familiar shake of the bottle and heard him take a couple deep huffs. I was glad since I knew they would help him relax.

His ass was perfectly smooth with a couple small razor bumps, as if he had shaved before coming to Steamworks. It tasted clean from the jacuzzi-shower-steam room combination and I briefly lost myself in it as my rush kicked in. Lane's rush must have kicked in too because his breathing got heavier.

"Fuck my pussy with your tongue, Mark," he moaned.

"I'm gonna fuck it with more than just my tongue," I said in a half-threat. "But first, it's your turn to eat ass."

"I'll do whatever you say, Mark, but I don't know how to," he said apologetically. 

"It's easy," I coached. "Whatever felt good to you, you do to me. Don't over think it. Here, hit the poppers on my direction and let go of yourself. Let it happen naturally."

I shook the bottle and handed it to him. I had him do a five second pull in each nostril before making him do a five second mouth hit. When I knew he was in the right mindset, I turned around against the wall as he had been. I didn't even have to tell him to begin, he just dove in. His form was sloppy, but it was eager and it felt good knowing he'd always remember the first ass he ate.

"Fuck yeah, Lane," I encouraged. "My girlfriend never eats my ass. Feels so fucking good!"

He kept it up for a few minutes until I was ready to move on.

"So what do you want now?" I asked him

"fr yo tu fah mi, ser," he said quietly and unintelligibly.

"Speak up, fag."

"For you to fuck me, Sir."

"Are you sure about that? You don't seem sure."

"Your cock is so big, but..."

"But what? Say it."

"I want you to fuck me like you fuck your girlfriend."

        "Why the hesitation?"

"I'm afraid you'll say no, Sir."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that with me. I'm gonna fuck you, alright. I'm gonna fuck you and make you my bitch like I made my girlfriend my bitch. You want that, faggot?"

"Oh God yes!" It was good to hear the excitement return to his voice.

"Get on your back. I'm gonna fuck you missionary. Finger your ass while you wait."

Lane got on the bed and did as instructed while I took a condom out of my bag I had brought. I put it on and lubed it up as I handed him the poppers.

"Hit these. You'll need it."

Lane took a couple of hits before handing me the bottle for my own hits. I lined my cock up with his hole and leaned over him.

"You ready for this cock?" I asked.

Lane nodded.

"No you're not," I said, laughing as I slid into him.

Lane gasped and I entered his hole. I could tell he wasn't as experienced with bottoming as he might have wanted. That, or he wasn't used to taking big dicks. Either way, I was going to have to coach him through it.

"Breath," I told him. "In through your mouth, out through your nose."

Lane did as advised as I slid in slowly until I was all the way in in one slide. I knew that this was the only way to get him used to it without panicking if I "inched in" with mini-thrusts like I had done with the hot tweaker.

"Oh my God. Holy fuck. Shit shit shit," Lane stammered.

"It's okay. I'm in as deep as I'll get. You wanted this. You still want this?"

"Yeah, it's just a lot," Lane said through heavy breaths.

"So I've heard," I chuckled. "Here, hit."

I handed him the poppers and he took a few more hits. I stayed still inside him until I felt his ass unclench a little from the rush.

"You want this dick, fag?"

Lane nodded as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back. I started slow, but deep, with long strokes inside him.

Lane looked up at me. I knew my face was obscured in shadow with the lighting of the room. It was perfect though because he didn't have to see me. In his mind, he was looking at Mark, and I was okay with that.

When he was looser, I picked up my pace to a normal rut speed. He hit the poppers again and I felt his muscle ass clench and flex on my cock with automatic desire for more.

"Fuck. Your little faggot pussy is tighter than my girlfriend's cunt," I said as I pumped with an even rhythm.

"Fuck me, Sir!" he pleaded, and I could see his perfectly white teeth shine from behind a smile.

As I picked up the pace, I began to hear a hard fuck coming through the thin walls from the room next door. Lane didn't seem to notice. I can be competitive about the weirdest things. This was one of them.

"Flip on your front," I told Lane.

Lane moved in to position and I entered him from behind. With the adjustment in position, we were now both able to look at the mirror in front of us as I fucked him.

The sounds from the other room continued, but I refused to be "out fucked". I picked up my speed which caused him to moan louder, as I had hoped. I reached over and grabbed his hair to pull his head up so he would have to watch me destroying his hole in the mirror.

"Oh fuck, Mark. You fuck like I hoped," he moaned.

"No shit. Now tell me what you are."

"I'm a faggot, Sir. You're making me your goddamn faggot bitch and I fucking love it," Lane practically screamed.

"Don't fucking forget it," I grunted at him, wiping sweat from my face with my hand before slapping his ass with it.

I was getting close and it sounded like my stamina outlasted the fucker in the other room.

"I'm about to cum," I warned Lane. "Where do you want it?"

Lane popped off my cock and turned around, face at my cock, mouth wide open. I pulled off the condom and within three strokes, came all over his face and in his hair. When I had stopped cumming, Lane's mouth was immediately back on my cock, trying to suck out any cum that might remain.

I pulled him off my dick by his hair and turned him back around to face himself in the mirror.

"Look at yourself. Look at your face covered in another man's load. How does that make you feel?"

Lane smiled and said one word: "free".

I laughed and slapped his ass. I laid down on the bed and put a towel on my chest so he could lie down on top of me without getting my cum on me. We laid like that for a while in silence before I started feeling like I needed another shower.

Lane said he was tired after all of that and we exchanged emails.

"Thanks again," he said. "I know you're not Mark-Mark, but it was fun to think about it."

"Not a problem," I said with a smile.

"So what's your real name then?"

"It's Mark," I said with a wink.

"Okay, Man-of-Mystery." Lane laughed.

"But seriously, don't be afraid to take a risk with him if the chance ever presents itself," I advised. "You never know..."

"Thanks. I'll think about it," he said. "Who knows. I'm ready for that shower now though!"

"You're probably gonna wanna scrub deep. You've got cum everywhere!"

As we exited the room, the door to the loud fuckers opened and my top buddy from earlier stepped out. 

"Sup, dude?" He said when he saw me. "That was you pounding in there? Nice!"

As Lane stepped out of the room, he looked at my buddy in shock.

"Mark?" he said, stunned and surprised as he recognized the man of his dreams was the one standing naked in front of him.

I'm just kidding. It wasn't Mark. If this was a fake story, sure, it'd probably be some sort of serendipitous coincidence and they'd go fuck, blahblahblah. But it's not a fake story. And it wasn't Mark. And Lane didn't say that.

Lane stepped out of the room and said hello to my top buddy. My buddy looked at Lane then turned to me.

"Nice, bro!" he said to me. He turned to Lane. "I'm Justin, with a 'K'." He waved his hand in front of his own face. "You've got a little something...well...all over here."

Lane turned red.

"No no no! Didn't mean it in a mean way. Looks good on you," he said, realizing that his joke didn't land as intended.

"I'm gonna head to the showers then head out. Thanks again for...you know," Lane said to me with a glow about him.

"Any time. You know how to reach me," I said, as Lane walked away.

"Nice, dude. How was he?" Justin asked.

"Different, but in a good way," I said. "So what about you? Guy from the steam room?" I asked, pointing to his room.

"No, I ditched that guy after you left. Some gross old troll came in and the guy started sucking his little dick too. Major turn off when they'll just suck any random dick in front of their face, you know?" 

"So who's in there now?" I asked.

Justin stepped to the side and extended his arm, inviting me in to the room. A tatted latino twink lay on the bed. When I walked in, he immediately sat up.

Justin put his arms on my shoulders and said, "You've gotta try his mouth. Jesse, suck my buddy's cock."

The latino twink dropped to his knees as Justin prodded me forward to Jesse. He took my cock in his mouth and began to go to work. He paused and looked up at me.

"From next door?" he asked.

I nodded.

Jesse smiled. "I thought I could taste it," he said before going back to cleaning my cock.

His mouth felt amazing, but I really needed to shower.

"I'll be back for you later," I told him. "Turn around though. Let me see that ass first."

Jesse turned around and I could see cum leaking out of his freshly wrecked hole.

"Come on, bro. Time for that later. Shower then jacuzzi?" Justin asked.

"Absolutely," I replied.

"You know, I don't think you ever told me your name," Justin said to me.

"That's a long story," I laughed as we headed to the showers.

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