I let go.
I let go my inhibitions, my reservations, my apprehension, and my fear. I just let them all go. I let my normally repressed slut run free.
It has been two months since I had sex with a man. I was cock crazy. It was Saturday night and I had been with a couple of friends having dinner and drinks earlier. The party broke up around eleven PM and everybody headed home. Well, everybody but me.
I went to The Club. A gay bath house in my town. It was clean, well-managed and at 11 PM on a Saturday it was busy.
I pressed the buzzer, rode up to the fourth floor, paid my fee, got my locker and safety deposit keys and headed to the locker room. I undressed, put all my things, including my glasses, into the small locker. I folded my towel in half lengthwise. I have been told I have great legs, so I like to show them off with a mini skirt like towel.
I went down the stairs one floor and turned left toward the dark play area. The hall was faintly lit and the rented rooms were open, often with a naked man laying on it. I paused at one room. He was attractive. He motioned me in. I removed my towel and stood beside his bed next to his head. He took my cock in his mouth and gently sucked me. I took a bit of a dominant approach (most guys laying on a bed hoping for company are submissive -- so I treat them like one.)
I climbed up on the bed, straddled his head and began to face fuck him. I pinned his arms down with my knees. I faced the door and began to deep stroke into his mouth. A few guys gathered at the door to watch.
I adore being watched -- it makes me super horny. I looked down and saw his shaved cock, standing at an unimpressive 5 inches, maybe. I stroked him gently, encouraging him to do a good job sucking me. I watched the guys at the door. I closed my eyes, rolled my head, moaned a little, all to make the event a visual treat for my audience.
As abruptly as I got on him, I got off. I didn't want to cum, and he wanted me to blow my load. I patted his cock, grabbed my towel, went through the group at the door and turned toward the dark room.
An issue with being seen as a top, in a building for of bottoms is, I am now the object of desire for a few of them and counterproductive to my goal. I wanted to be the bottom. My actions in the room meant I was going to have to fend off a few guys who wanted to finish me off. I ran the risk of offending them, thinking I am rejecting them though couldn't worry about them, I was here to get breed.
I walked into the playroom, my towel over my shoulder. This wasn't normal practice. Most guys keep their towels on till they are ready to play. I don't, to show I am always ready to play.
I have been told many times I am handsome and hot. At 5'9" and 200lbs with some belly I wasn't a porn star. But I do seem to attract some attention. Usually, I attract the attention of sluts just like me. I usually wear a bottom persona if that happens. I walk a little feminine, lick my lips clearly indicating what I want. I even pose with my back to the room to show off my willing and eager ass.
To my left is a room bathed in red mood lighting. A padded platform against a wall, a sling in the middle of the room and a sitting rail against one wall. To my right, a dark maze. Plank walls constructed into a zigzag pattern with open areas at each turn. I wandered into the maze, honestly my favorite place to play. I wanted raw, anonymous sex. Animal lust. I didn't want to see them, just feel them. This room was perfect for that.
I got to the first turn. I was empty. It is so dark even once your eyes adjusted to the dark you can't make out more than a shape at best. I went to the corner, hung my towel on the wall, and turned to face the wall. I presented my ass for inspection, and for their pleasure if I was lucky. I spread my feet a bit, leaned into the wall and waited.
He arrived without a sound. No steps, no hands scraping walls. He bumped into me. His hands reached out and found my back. Exploring further he slid his hands down my torso to my ass. He cupped both cheeks and gave them a good squeeze. I moaned a little, signaling my pleasure. I felt him square up to me. No towel, his cock brushed my cheeks back and forth. His hands went around my waist and found my hard cock and tight balls. He stroked me a few times then grabbed my entire package and yanked on it. I moaned. I love getting my cock and balls lightly tortured. He yanked a little harder, I moaned a little louder.
"With or without?" He asked.
"Up to you" I replied.
I felt lube dripping on my ass cheek, His fingers found my hole (I always douche before I go hunting cock.) He pushed a finger in, then two, then three. He spread his fingers to widen me. I pressed back into him, mostly by instinct. I wanted his cock in me and being the shameless slut I am, I wanted him to know how desperate a slut I was. His fingers pulled out.
I felt his warm cock at my entrance. He pushed gently. Fuck that -- I pressed back into him hard. I cried out the old familiar pain -- the gateway to pleasure. He understood. Grabbing my hair, he yanked my head back and just began rough fucking me. The sound of his hips slapping into my ass was very loud. I didn't care. That's a reward when your entire goal is to attract more cocks.
I whimpered and moaned at each thrust. My chest was thumping off the plank wall in front of me creating a kind of primal drumbeat. I heard feet coming near. I knew we were attracting and audience.
