Sex stories

Last weekend, it was pouring rain.
I was lounging on my couch, trying to get into a Netflix movie, but I just couldn't focus.
I checked my hookup app — nothing interesting.
So I fxxced myself to get up and head out.
With this dickty weather, might as well take advantage and “relax” at the gay sauna.
After a 20-minute drive, I parked, grabbed my entry ticket, a towel, and headed to the locker room, coming out wearing nothing but the towel around my neck.
There were just two guys in the locker room, but I noticed a lot of the lockers were locked, so I figured the place must be packed.
I went to grab a soda at the bar to get into the mood, helped by the techno music blasting from the speakers, and then smoked a cigarette in the smoking area.
That's when a gorgeous Arab guy, around thirty, walked past the window and locked eyes with me, staring hard.
A few minutes later, I stubbed out my cigarette and went to chill in the steam room.
With the dim lighting and thick steam, I couldn't see much, but after just two minutes, a guy stood in front of me, his hard cock right at eye level.
It was the hot Arab dude from the smoking room.
I started sucking him, working him for a good five minutes.
Then he asked me if I wanted to play a game.
I said yes.
He made me stand up, grabbed my hand, pulled me out of the steam room, and draped my towel over my head.
I followed him blindly, feeling my way along.
He led me through a maze of hallways I vaguely recognized.
Then he sat me down on a suspended leather chair — that's when I realized we were in the sling room.
He tied up my ankles, laying me on my back in the dark, towel covering my face, my ankles up in the air, thighs spread wide, pussy fully exposed.
"Mind if I test you out?" he said as he positioned himself between my legs.
I felt the head of his cock press against my hole.
He shoved it in all the way in one viril thrust and started pounding me hard for several minutes.
Then he pulled out.
That's when I felt multiple hands touching me, brushing against my skin, heard voices chatting, some of them speaking Arabic...
While I was smoking my cigarette in the smoking room, I took the opportunity to check out the guys who were either smoking or walking past the windows — most of them ripped, some with towels around their waists, others with towels slung around their necks.
I was drooling and hoping to hook up with one of them.
A few minutes later, my Arab guy from the hammam came back for me. He said, "Come on, I found you something to have fun with — you're gonna get it again!!!"
I followed him out of the smoking room under the excited stares of a few hungry guys. He led me to the jacuzzi where five guys were already lounging.
He pulled off my towel and told me to get into the bubbling water, on all fours on the bench.
I obeyed and leaned on my elbows to keep my ass just above the water.
It only took ten seconds for the guy next to me to get up.
A hot Arab guy, around thirty, with a raging hard-on between his legs.
He moved behind me, slid inside, and started pounding me, fucking me hard until he flooded my pussy with his thick, hot cum.
As he came, he let out primal growls like an raw in heat, while a passing masseur watched us with a smirk.
I kept getting pounded, and when I glanced to the side, I noticed the handsome Arab guy was sitting next to me again.
I tried to look behind me and realized another dude had taken his place inside my hole.
A burly, graying white man, around fifty, but hung like a fucking stallion from what I was feeling deep inside.
A Black guy came to sit on the edge of the jacuzzi right in front of me, presenting his hard, swollen cock at my mouth.
I didn’t waste a second before taking it deep, working his shaft with sloppy, hungry throat strokes.
Even deepthroating, I could only manage half of it.
He pressed on my head, shoving it even deeper, just as the guy fucking me unloaded his cum deep into my guts.
The Black guy flipped me over and sat me down on his thick cock, impaling me to the base with a loud moan of heat and intensity and pleasure escaping my lips.
My own cock swelled instantly, even though usually, when I'm being fucked, I don't get especially hard.
He kept my thighs spread wide with his big hands, ramming into me as deep as possible, and whispered in my ear,
"I'm gonna breed you, twink. I'm gonna you up with triplets, I'm gonna fill you so damn deep."
Which he did about ten minutes later.
When he finally lifted me off his cock, nothing leaked out — he had shot his load so deep, and packed it in so hard, that everything stayed buried inside me.
He said,
"Don’t leak it out. Keep it all inside."
There were two other guys still fucking each other in the jacuzzi.
I scanned the room for my Arab twink.
He was sitting on a bench near the jacuzzi, stroking his cock that was poking out from under his towel.
He motioned for me to come over.
To be continued...