I usually hit a local tub in the big city's gay district on a Friday or Sat night. Weekends are always packed and there is often a line to check in. Fine, it's worth the wait knowing that my hole will try to drain every cock standing in line and that an endless supply of meat awaits inside.
To me, there's nothing hotter than a big city tub on a weekend. The amount of anon sex is like a fucking cock and ass buffet. My favorite tub also has private gloryhole booths with locking doors. Sleazy sex. The kind of nasty sleazy sex that guys dream of. AND, an endless supply of it. Think about it for a second, taking raw cock after raw cock through a gloryhole in a big city tub. Most of them, if not all will shoot deep in my hole. I love the feeling of taking a raw anon cock and then feeling the vulnerability of when he shoots deep in my ass. I've just been violated by an anon cock in this sleazy scenario and I WANT MORE NOW! I love backing my hole up on a hard bare cock stuffed through a GH. The whole anon piggishness makes my knees go weak.
I usually start my night playing in the GH booths until I've taken a few loads. Then I move on and cruise the hallways with the private small bedrooms. Some rooms have slings. The whole place is a fantasy sex dungeon complete with that sleazy vibe. The atmosphere adds to the piggishness of tha joint.
Awhile back on a Friday night, I entered the tub and there was a short line of a few guys waiting to check in. As I took my place in line I immediately noticed one of these fellas didn't look like the others. Even fully clothed, I could see his thin body. Very thin, thin legs. But he had a gut. He looked at me and grinned. Very sunken cheeks and a overall weary look. This dude looked full-blown. I winked and grinned back. We both knew that we would be fucking each other silly within 15 minutes. That kind of mutual grin.
Anyway, I checked in and rented a locker, stripped bare, donned my jock and a cock ring, lubed my hole, grabbed my poppers and threw my towel over my shoulder. I had a specific man in mind.
The place was packed. Even with hot cock everywhere I looked, I wanted Mr. Gaunt. Knowing that tub was a large complex, I decided to head-up to the third floor where the GH booth area is located, and which I've almost always found action going on.
I hit the third floor and, as I expected, the GH area was packed with guys cruising and booth doors opening and closing. Then I spotted Mr Gaunt. He had just hit the area and we made eye contact. As soon as he saw me, he spun and headed toward and open GH booth with an open booth next to it. Knowing it wouldn't remain open for long, I damn near ran into that fuckin' booth and shut the door and locked it, dropped my jock and hit my poppers. Gawd my head was swimming. In ecstasy I dropped down on my knees to look through the GH. I could barely see him because it was kind of dark. I saw him undo his towel and drop it. Out flopped a nice sized, semi-hard uncut dick. I offered my popper bottle through the large GH (which tells you had badly I wanted him). He took a large long hit and passed the bottle back to me. I took another huge hit as he fed his hardening uncut poz cock through the hole. Head a-swimmin from JJ poppers, in one fell swoop I inhaled his cock, all the way to the base. He got hard as a steel rod in my throat. When I finally pulled it out after a good deep throat fuck that had strings of spit running down my jaw, he was a solid seven to eight inches, uncut with a long-hanging foreskin. Naturally, after sharing another hit of poppers, I chewed on his foreskin for several minutes.
He was starting to shake so I knew it was time. I stood up, spun around, and spread 'em wide, and backed-up on that toxic poz rod. I slid down on his poz cock inin one, slow, smooth, enjoyable swoop until I felt his warm poz belly. I had hit bottom. It's worth noting the GH at the tubs are big enough to get cock balls, as well as a bit of the dude's belly through the hole, so a talented bottom can really bottom out and take a pig deep.
A deep huff of JJ poppers and I started thrusting my ass in and out on his cock. Then he took over. I backed my ass up til the wall stopped it flat and spread 'em wide. I held it like that as he started pounded in and out. Deep strokin me. I could feel it through his cock. My ass sent it back. The vibe of when two pigs breed and pass that toxic DNA. I gripped my hole down on his fat strokin' cock and I heard him moan as his fuck pace quickened. I hit the poppers once again, and clenched my hole down like I was going to bite that fat poz cock off. I heard him moan something incoherent as his fuck pace got even faster. Then his hips started lurching and he started growling and I felt the warm blast as he exploded warm ropes of poz sperm deep in my ass. He kept flooding me til his cock got extra slippery from his cum. My hole drank Mr. Gaunt's poz balls dry. I felt some running down my leg. It was very warm.
He plowed it deep and continued to shake for awhile. I loved feeling his still hard cock twitch and spasm until he went soft. He pulled out and I stood there in a fucking daze. I was hard as a rock myself. Having just experienced one of my hottest fucks, ever. I needed to go find a bottom to relieve myself after that. Damn. I love my city!
Sure enough, several weeks later I came down with a horrid flu. Fevers, shakes, shits, joint aches, body aches, waking in a puddle of sweat....
GH sex in a big city tub. It's hard to find hotter sex.
