Steamworks was more full than I ever could recall it being as I emerged from my room, clad in only my black jockstrap and nothing else. My poppers, bottle of lube and a condom were bound between the jockstrap's waistband and the curve of my beefy ass. My hole had already been prepared with hours of buttplugs ahead of time, culminating with an eight inch dildo that slowly slid all the way deep into my ass. A dab and fingering of lube and I was ready for anything Steamworks could throw at me.
I moved through the men lining the hallways around the shower, noting that I was an anomaly amidmst the throng - I was one of the few with darker body hair - or really, any body hair - and I was the only one brazen enough to walk around without the towel. My ass was completely exposed to anyone that wanted to play, and that's the way I wanted it - I wasn't there looking for Mr. Right, I was there to get used. I reached the hall of gloryhole booths and as I entered the corner room, I hoped I wouldn't have to wait too long before I could begin some cock worship.
This booth was the best one in the bathhouse - the door opened inward to a booth with two large gloryholes adjacent to a corner. I backed into the corner and dropped to my knees, the gloryholes flanking me to each side. I hooked my fingers in the holes as a message to anyone on the other side, and propped the door open with my foot, so anyone passing could see the wanton slut inside. Men passed by and looked inside. Some moved on quickly, some took a peek inside and gave me the up and down. Almost all of them smiled at me.
I had just taken a sniff of my fresh bottle of poppers to get myself more in the mood when a large black man entered my booth. He wasn't in a towel, but was almost fully dressed - maybe on the way out and just stopping in for a quick suck. He dropped his pants and revealed a fat stubby cock, already plumping up. I wasted no time in slurping it into my wet mouth and began to bob my head on that piece of meat. I closed my eyes and moaned in pleasure as the cock slid in and out of my mouth, already plumbing the depths to tickle my throat. The whole time, he was telling me to take his cock deep, to take it all the way down and swallow it, and I did my damnedest to make it happen.
My knees began getting sore on the concrete floor, so I readjusted into a squat and backed up further into the corner, not letting his big cock out of my mouth for an instant. He grabbed me by the hair and increased his tempo, gagging me with his cock and forcing loads of spit out. Every so often, a hand would snake into my booth via the gloryholes and fondle my chest and arms. It was almost sensory overload and I was loving it all.
By now, I was sitting down in the filth of the booth, crammed into the corner, with my facefucker's belly jammed against my forehead. He buried his cock as deep as he could - and that was pretty deep - and groaned one last time, grabbing my hair tighter as I felt his cock spasm - and there it was, the first shot of cum into my welcoming mouth. As fast as it came, I swallowed it down, taking every drop of his load like a good cocksucker. After a good half-minute, he relaxed his grip on my hair and let me go, with his cock popping free of my seeded mouth. I took a deep breath and calmed myself from the facefuck as he zipped himself back up. He said something to me, but I can't recall what it was. I imagine it was something about what a whore I was to take his cock like I did, but a whore I was, and my night was already off to a great start as my first customer left the booth open.
Then.. HE came in...