Greg glanced round the steam room and could see the other men hesitating. Some were torn between watching what Greg would do and watching the older man with the twink. The young man had stopped sucking the older man’s cock and was now crouched on the bench as the older man fucked him hard. The sounds of wet flesh against flesh made Greg’s cock twitch and standing he moved between the black man’s thighs. As he stood his own towel fell away revealing his own hard cock. The black cock was semi-hard and Greg grasped it with both hands, one on top of each other. The thing was huge but Greg knew he wanted it inside.
Bending over he started sucking on the head that was well above his hands Greg moaned, “Will you fuck me like that?” The sounds of the twink filling the room as the older man drove in and out.
“No,” laughed the black man, “I will fuck you harder and you will scream louder.”
Greg started to suck the black cock feeling it grow longer, choking every time the man forced his head down. Greg felt hands caressing his ass and cock as he realised someone was touching him.
“Better get you ready,” said a voice behind him as he felt a tongue probing at his anal ring. The unknown man was doing an excellent job as Greg felt his ass relax as the anonymous tongue pushed inside. He felt a hand caressing his cock and balls and wasn’t sure if it was the same man. The answer came when he felt a warm mouth wrap around his cock as he tried to take as much of the black cock as he could.
Greg knew it was time and standing he felt the men move away allowing him the freedom to turn his back to the black man. There were four men standing in front of him with their cocks at attention and he had no idea who was the sucker and who was the rimmer. Bending forward he started to move like he was going to sit down in a chair whereas he was actually going to sit on the black pole. One of the men shuffled a little to get a view of it entering Greg, but the noise that issued from Greg’s mouth told the other three that the black snake had begun its journey.
As the pole slipped deeper, Greg tried to stop his thighs from shaking with effort, his ass burning with pain. It wasn’t just the heat of the steam room that was making him sweat as the stranger’s cock went deeper than anything had ever gone before.
“Fuck… fuck… fuck,” was all Greg could say as he paused watching the men waking over the live sex show before them. Opening his mouth each man stepped forward in turn to thrust their cock into Greg’s mouth. Each one grasped his head and face fucked him until he had to push them away, coughing and spluttering.
“It must be all in by now,” Greg thought to himself.
When he heard the voice behind him say, “Well done boy, just a few more inches,” he didn’t know whether to cry or laugh manically. The decision was taken from him as he felt a pair of strong hands on his shoulders pushing him onto the last part of the cock.
Greg opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out at first. When he did finally manage to find his voice, they weren’t words but a variety of animalistic noises.
“Well done,” The man said as he moved his hands from Greg’s shoulders to his hips and started to bounce him on his cock.
Greg felt the splash of seed on his face and opened his eyes to see the men starting to cum. He opened his mouth to try to catch the flying seed and was rewarded with odd dollop but most hit his face and chest. Once they had finished one man dropped to his knees and started sucking Greg as he was manipulated like a rag doll.
It wasn’t so much like sucking, but more of Greg fucking his mouth as the man moved him. Greg spurted his seed into the man’s mouth who swallowed it eagerly just in time before the black man stood, still with Greg impaled on his cock. Pushing Greg to all fours on the floor the black man shouted, “Time to breed this married white pussy,”
With that he fucked him until he was able to pump his cum into Greg’s ass. Greg was crouched in the same position as the man withdrew from his ass, his cock eagerly cleaned by one of the onlookers. Greg whimpered as he felt a tongue probing his gaping ass, sucking the warm cum from it.
*****
After showering and dressing Greg walked back to his hotel on unsteady legs. He was debating whether to return again that evening as he let himself into his room when a thought hit him. He was on a sexual high and after logging on to his favourite gay hook up site he navigated to the hook up section. After a few minutes of contemplation he headed up a new entry with, CONVENTION CUM DUMP then he wrote, “Friday the 13th, unlucky for some but lucky for my ass. Hotel Mirage, Seattle, room 1109. Available to all cummers 7-11. Your chance to dump and run in a married ass.” Then after looking added the words, “no condoms allowed, pictures and videos encouraged.””
He pressed send and within minutes was getting replies ranging from, “wish you were closer,” to, “on my way.” Stripping to just his shirt he glanced at the clock and saw it was nearly seven so unlocking the door he knelt on the bed, his ass in the air and waited. He had a towel covering his head for anonymity and had laid a large tube of gel on the bed next to him in case of need.
At first there was nothing and turning his head he could see the digital bedside clock click to 19:15. “Damn” he thought to himself maybe nobody was coming. He tried to decide how long he should wait before he called it a busted flush and headed to the sauna again when he heard a voice at the door, “Hello.”
Greg said nothing, his head was under a towel just in case anyone wanted to take pictures and there was something hot about not knowing who was going to fuck him.
“That’s a mighty fine ass,” the voice said and Greg felt him pat his cheek like he might a horse. “Gel as well, how considerate.”
There was the sound of unzipping followed by the rustle of clothes before he felt the man thrust into him. By the ease it slammed home he must have gelled his cock, but Greg knew he was still pretty open from his afternoon session. It didn’t take that long before the man grunted and shot his load into Greg’s ass.
“Thanks buddy,” the man said as he left, leaving Greg still on all fours with seed slowly oozing out of his ass.
Greg heard the door open and someone enter but they didn’t speak, in fact it was only when he forced his cock in Greg knew he was there. There was no finesse and like the first man he just thrust in and out until he came, before leaving the room as quietly as he had arrived.
Number three was a little more noisy, but it was more words of commentary than anything else.
“Gonna fuck this hairy ass,” he said as he drove in followed by, “feels good around my cock.” The man’s thrusts were economical and efficient but Greg was surprised how quickly he had cum leaving Greg aching for a good long fucking.
There was a pause before the next man entered and Greg could feel him stroking his ass.
“Nice fuzz and are you really married?”
Greg held his left hand out and wiggled his finger with his wedding ring on.