cumsut Sydney Bathhouse

[Whopper77]

The steam in the Sydney sauna was a fucking fog, a wet blanket that smelled of bleach, sweat, and raw cock. My own dick was rock-hard, leaking precum as I prowled the dark maze, looking to be used. The gloryhole corridor was my target. A fucking cattle chute for anonymous dicks, and I was the hungry calf ready to be fed.

I dropped to my knees to on the sticky floor of the cubicle, my mouth already watering. The first one to poke through was nothing special, a bit of a pencil dick. I choked it down anyway, slobbering all over it, but he was a coward, pulling out before he could give me what I wanted. Same for the next two. Fucking teases, getting my hopes up with a mouthful of meat and then disappearing. I was getting impatient, my jaw aching for a real challenge.

Then he arrived. It wasn’t a cock; it was a fucking weapon. It pushed through the hole like a prow of a ship, impossibly thick, a monster of a dick. The head was buried under a massive, fleshy hood of foreskin, a perfect sheath of skin I immediately wanted to violate. I had to fucking unhinge my jaw to get it in my mouth, my lips stretched so tight they felt like they’d split. It was a challenge, a glorious, gag-inducing challenge. The sheer weight of it on my tongue was enough to make me moan. I thought about what this beast would do to my ass, how it would split me wide open, and I almost shot my own load right there. I sucked him like a fucking demon, my throat burning, until he let out a muffled roar and flooded my mouth. His first volley slammed against my tonsils, but he yanked back, and the rest of his hot, thick spunk hosed my face, ropes of it landing on my forehead and cheek. I looked like a fucking glazed donut, and I loved it.

The fourth was a desperate, frantic fucker. He just rammed his hard, uncut prick through the hole and started pistoning into my face. No finesse, just raw need. I braced myself and took it, letting him use my throat like a fleshlight. He grunted once, hard, and his cock jerked, pumping a surprisingly sweet, watery load straight down my gullet. A direct deposit. Fucking hot. The last one was another disappointment, a beautiful cock that got hard and then just fucking left, blue-balling me through a wall.

Just as I was about to get up, he walked by. Young, Chinese, with a smooth, tight body that looked like it was made for sin. He had this nervous energy, but his eyes were hungry. Our gazes locked, and I knew. I beckoned him with a crooked finger, and he followed me into an empty cubicle. I locked the door, sealing us in the small, hot, dark space.

I immediately dropped and swallowed his cock. It was perfect—medium-sized, uncut, and rock-fucking-hard. I worshipped it, pulling back his foreskin with my teeth and tonguing the hell out of his slit, tasting his salty precum. But his ass was calling to me. I pushed his legs up, exposing his hole. It was fucking perfect—a tight, pink little star, completely smooth and hairless. I buried my face in his crack, my tongue finding his pucker immediately. I ate his ass like a starving man, licking, sucking, and tongue-fucking his sweet boycunt until he was whimpering and writhing on the mattress.

His hole was slick with my spit, quivering and ready. I sucked my index finger until it was dripping wet and pressed it against his entrance. He opened up like a fucking flower. I slid it in to the knuckle, feeling his hot, tight channel clamp down on me. I found his prostate and started milking it, curling my finger and rubbing that little nut inside him while I went back to sucking his beautiful dick.

That was it. He lost his fucking mind. His whole body went rigid, his back arching off the filthy vinyl. “Fuck, I’m cumming!” he cried out. I sealed my mouth over the head of his cock just as his balls tightened. He erupted, his thick, hot jizz blasting into my mouth, so much of it that it overflowed, spilling down my chin and onto my chest. I kept my finger buried deep in his ass, feeling him convulse and spasm, his boycunt milking my finger as he drained his balls into my greedy mouth.

When he was done, he was a panting, sweaty mess. I cleaned him up with my tongue, licking every last drop of cum from his softening dick and his sensitive hole. He gave me a dazed look and stumbled out of the cubicle. I stayed there for a minute longer, my face a fucking mess of cum from three different men, the taste of ass and spunk thick in my mouth, my own cock throbbing and desperate for release. It was a fucking perfect afternoon.