Used and Satiated

I once read that in the 1970s and 1980s, before AIDS, there was something of a code in San Francisco saunas. If you found yourself a room and lay on the bed with your face to the ceiling, you wanted to fuck. And if you lay face down, you wanted to get fucked.

I sometimes thought how wonderful it must have been to just lie there face down all day, with a parade of men coming through to fuck you. To see you as both an object of desire and ... just an object. To be admired and also used. To be beautiful and functional. And so, because those days are gone and we can't have nice things any more, I'm just writing about the idea. I'm putting myself in that room.

But first: I need to get undressed. I pay the entry fee and walk inside. It's always dark in these places, and your eyes take a moment to adjust--and then you see men, men everywhere. I stand and look around for a moment, thinking about what might happen to me here. And then I follow the sign to the locker room and choose myself a locker. The key is on a strap that goes around my wrist.

I strip off my jeans, t-shirt and sneakers. It's cold outside, even in the summer, because it's always cold in San Francisco, but it's pleasant in here, even on the cold tiles of the locker room. I take some slippers and a towel. I walk through the doors into the sauna proper.

It's even darker in here, but there's enough light to see the jacuzzi that occupies most of this room. There are four men in there, two of them just chatting away like they're at the bar or the coffee shop, arms on the edge of the bath, and one of the other two--a big, indigenous central American looking guy--leaning back as the other blows him. I consider joining them, but I have a place to be. They'll find me if they want to.

The private rooms are past the main room. A side door leads into a corridor with doors on both sides, each leading to a room with a bed and nothing else. A couple are occupied, but there are several vacant ones. I choose the closest and lie down. I leave the door open.

The bed is like a massage table, in that there's a hole for your face--or your cock, I guess, if you're into the whole milking thing. I place my face through it. I don't peek.

I like it best when someone comes in without wearing slippers, when they just enter the room and enter... me. But this first one I hear coming. Slap, slap, slap of cheap rubber slippers against the tiles. And then a splash of cold on my asshole, two hands spreading my cheeks, and with no fuss or ceremony at all, he sticks the head in. It's big. And it's not waiting for anyone. I grunt as it enters me.

He reaches both hands around to lift me up by the torso, his big hands pinching my nipples. Rough, callused thumbs, the hands of a labourer or a carpenter. A man who works with his hands. He licks my ear, whispers in it.

"Does it feel good?"

Does it feel good? It feels... right. It's like there's a void in me, one that exists only to be filled like this. It feels like this completes me. And when it goes like this, when it's good, when there's a spreading feeling of warmth that begins with his cock and travels up my belly into my torso, into my heart. I feel ... joy.

He takes my silence as an affirmative and begins to move faster, pulling almost all the way out and then daggering his cock back into me. I grunt involuntarily with every thrust.

And then, out of nowhere, there's another cock in front of me, in my face., Perhaps its owner wore no slippers, or perhaps I was just lost in the feeling, I don't look at who it belongs to--the only thing that matters is the cock, semi-erect and... not long but thick, thick enough that its appearance feels like a challenge, like it's appeared rudely in my view just to see if I can handle it.

I can handle it.

I reach for it.

I start to stroke it, running my hand up and down the shaft. I feel the blood begin to pump into it, and it both stiffens and *lengthens*. The penis is an amazing thing. You're never quite sure what it'll do, and this one gets *big*, so big that for a moment the thought of it slamming into me almost makes me forget the one that's slamming into me right now.

I want to suck this new cock. I run my tongue around the head, take it into my mouth, then stick my tongue forward, exhale through my nose, and let the whole thing slide down my throat.

As my nose touches the man's groin it strikes me that he has no pubic hair. I like that. In my experience it just gets in the way.

As I'm thinking this, I feel the man behind me accelerating, grunting as his orgasm approaches. He grabs my hair, pulling me away from the second guy's dick, and gives an animal's roar as i feel him come inside me. Warmth, desire, fullness. He is already beginning to soften as he pulls out.

As he does, the second man is already walking back around the table.

I get about halfway through saying, "Take it slow," when he does *anything but*. If the first guy's dick was like a dagger, this is a goddamn fucktruncheon, and it *thunders* into me, making me howl with surprise and sharp pain and indignation. My eyes lurch open and then i close them, just concentrating on the feeling.

"Shut up. Take it."

His hands. One on the back of my head, pushing my face down into the gap in the table. One smacking my ass as he starts to piston away like some sort of industrial fucking machine. Each thrust drives me further downwards, sliding along the bed, and I start to try to tell him to stop or slow down or something.

But then I realise that I don't want him to. The pain has passed and I start to match his rhythm, pushing up to meet him as he thrusts harder and harder. He grunts in what I think is appreciation. It's a *lot*. It feels terrible and amazing. More the latter than the former. I feel a sense of pride. I'm becoming who i want to be: someone who can take a huge dick like this and appreciate it.

And that's when I feel the second one.

"Wait, wait, wait."

I open my eyes and good god, where did all these men come from? There are bodies all around me, some the muscular, fit physiques of gym junkies, some more like mine, average men, all erect, surrounding me, a semi-circle of men waiting their turn. But someone has jumped the queue.

I try to turn to see behind me, but the man who is still fucking me like a piledriver pushes my head back down into the bed.

"No peeking."

As he says this, he slows his rhythm and then comes to a halt, and i feel another splash of lube on my asshole. And somehow, impossibly, the second cock is entering me. It's coming from above the first, and incongruously i wonder how on earth this arrangement works. Then both dicks begin to move and there's no more time for thought, just pure sensation, pain, pleasure, powerlessness, two dicks stroking alternately into me, and someone is howling and it's me.

Another cock in my mouth. Another in my hand. Jerking, thrusting, sliding. Cocks, cocks everywhere. I am beautiful and these men desire me, they are taking me and using me and I feel wonderful. The two dicks are now thrusting harder and faster, someone is pawing at my nipples, and I become aware that I'm coming. No hands, no mouth, nothing, just my body responding to the way it's being used, and god I have never come like this before. My dick is leaping and twitching of its own accord, long ropes of semen exploding from it.

It's like this is the cue for everyone else, because both men behind me gasp in unison, and I feel their cum flood inside me. It's warm, it's hot, it's leaking from me as one then the other pulls out. Someone explodes in my hand. Hands grab me and turn me over, and more semen splashes across my face. I stare at the ceiling. It's dirty and cracked and it is the most wonderful thing I have seen.

And then the room is empty and I am lying, panting, alone.