Gotta Get Back On A Bench

[Peter24]

It was about 11:30 on a Tuesday and I had the rest of the day to myself in Toronto. I went to Steamworks; it wasn’t my first time there but at that point I had only ever walked around in a towel and was too shy to make contact with anyone. I had been fucked a few times before – mainly by my BF – but he had a low sex drive and I was a bottom who didn’t initiate anything, so times were (and still are) pretty lean sex-wise.

 

I paid for a room, got undressed, lubed my ass telling myself that I wasn’t going to need it, and went out in the hallway to look around.

 

I had read an online story about a young guy on a fuck bench and I knew that there was one in a dark maze near the Jacuzzi area so I headed off in that direction.  There weren’t too many guys there, but I do remember one guy probably in his late 50’s. He was leaning against the wall at the end of a hall, and as I made my way toward him my guts tensed.  He was all muscle and had a steely stare that made me want to go down on my knees.  But I was too shy so I dropped my gaze to the floor and walked on by.

 

The Steamworks staff were cleaning near the maze area so there was lots of light where it was usually pitch black. I thought it was a great time to find the bench and try it out; nobody would be in that part of the bathhouse while the lights were on.

 

The fuck bench was located in a small alcove past the glory holes and was surrounded on two sides with mirrors.  With my heart beating up a storm I took off my towel, laid it on the bench and then climbed on.  It felt like I had found my new home.  There was a padded section in the middle that kept my chest flat, two knee pads on either side and far enough out that my legs were well spread. And there were handles on either side for grabbing on.

 

I felt the air conditioning fluttering on my hole and looked at myself prone in the mirror. This was ecstasy. 

 

The work lights suddenly went out and I was alone in the dark.  The air conditioning kept playing with my hole and I couldn’t quite give up the experience yet so I stayed there for maybe 30 seconds.

 

A hand touched my ass and fingers lightly toyed with my hole. I froze. Someone was standing right behind me and I could feel the heat from his cock. There was no where to go; if I got up it would be to back into him further, and crawling forward off the bench would have been awkward at best.

 

A finger entered me and found the lube I’d put there earlier. He quietly said “Yeah…sweet hole. I’m going to take my time with you.” The finger moved back out and in again and was joined by a second finger.  I involuntarily clenched and I heard a soft chuckle. “Loosen up cutie. It’ll be a lot easier if you relax.”

I did my best to relax as he slid two fingers in and out. It felt great and terrifying at the same time. I had lost control and knew that this man was in charge of whatever was about to happen.

 

He withdrew his fingers and I felt empty until his velvety tongue suddenly took their place.  I could feel his stubble on my ass cheeks as he made my whole body tremble.

 

Around this time my eyes were adjusting to the darkness as I saw and heard several men around us in the space. There was a hand reaching under me to pull on my balls and another on my dick. Another guy was standing just in front and he grabbed my chin as I looked directly at his uncut cock.  Thinking back, I should have sucked him but at that moment I felt a chill and arched my back as my fucker dripped more lube on my hole.

 

His head entered my ass and paused. I had just enough time to think, “thank God he’s taking his time” before he suddenly lunged forward and grabbed my shoulders. The pain shocked me and I reflexively tried to crawl forward away from him.  He held tight, pushed in a bit further, then backed out completely.  When he entered me again something inside me – maybe my will or maybe my body on its own -- suddenly gave up and he slid in balls deep.

 

I could feel his pubes on my ass cheeks and his cock deep inside my gut. I would have done anything at that moment to make it last forever.

 

To be continued…

 

[Peter24]

He rode me, taking turns going long and slow, almost pulling out, then hard, making my ass cheeks slap against his thighs. At one point he drove in until I could feel his dick head pushing against my colon, then swirled clockwise and again the other way.

 

Eventually he started pistoning hard. I held on to the bench handles and he pushed down on the small of my back. He suddenly stopped and I felt him pulse for at least a minute. He pulled out, then in again and it felt different.  Suddenly the lube was slicker and I could feel something warm dripping down from my ass and across my balls.  A hand from one of the 3 or 4 guys in the room scooped it up.

 

He pulled out slowly, pushed in again, and then pulled out completely. He tousled my hair, said thanks and as he walked past me out of the room. I realized it was the guy who made my knees weak.

 

Right away another tongue was lapping at my ass and balls and before long it was replaced by another cock.  This one was smaller but even harder.

 

My new fucker slipped in easily on the bed of cum and lube and began a good 5-minute bunny fuck.  It felt like I was being jackhammered and had to hold on to the handles to keep from sliding off the bench on a coating of my sweat. He suddenly lunged forward and held himself there as he shuddered.

 

There was no doubt; I had come to Steamworks to wander around, jack off and go home, but now I had two loads in me. My brain was telling me that this was not good, but my body and my soul were where they wanted to be.

 

As fucker #2 pulled his cock out with a sucking noise, I suddenly realized that some if not all of the guys around me were there to take their turn. I got flushed and nervous and lifted my chest up off the centre pad of the bench.  But, before I could stand upright, two strong hands grabbed my hips, pulled them backward, and I felt the biggest cock of my life at my hole.

 

He teased me for a minute and then rammed it in. My ass canal was so slick I couldn’t have held him back if I tried – and involuntarily I did.  As he bottomed out in my pussy I spasmed again. This seemed to work for him and he pulled out, rammed in again and waited for my spasms to stop before repeating it. This went on for a while and my ass muscles were fatigued to the point of giving up.  Once I couldn’t spasm any more, he began a smooth rythym.

 

The other men in the room were rubbing their hands on me. I felt cum land on one leg and a tongue lick it up. A finger entered my mouth and I began sucking. It was replaced by a small but hard penis so I started sucking.

 

Meanwhile my cock hanging down below was completely flaccid.  Someone started milking it like a cow’s udder but it distracted me so I lifted up enough to put it under me on the bench. That pissed someone off, and was rewarded with a grab to my hanging little balls and a vicious squeeze.

 

My ass involuntarily spasmed again from the pain, and that seemed to set off fucker #3.  He jerked forward a few times, collapsed on my back and licked the back of my neck.  As he pulled out, the juices from my ass spilled out, and someone’s tongue was there again to catch them.

 

The room slowly emptied as I finished sucking the dick in front of me.  He came with a grunt and his cum dribbled down the corner of my mouth. He patted my shoulder and I was alone in the room again.

[sweetbitch]

I love the bench (hint). But anybody who knows me knows that already.

[cumbro]

Great writing. I know that corner of Steamworks and I love the suspense you created with lights on and then off. Hope you'll write more

[Peter24]

Thanks Cumbro. The whole story was true, so it was pretty easy writing.

[Bttm2go]

This is why I love bathhouses. Always have fun in the dark room. Hot story well written.

[Peter24]

Does anyone know if the Steamworks in Vancouver has a bench like the one I wrote about?