The Market Steam Room Tore My Ass Apart That Afternoon

My name is Rubén and I’m from Monterrey. I’ve known since I was twenty-one that I like women as much as men, although plenty of idiots still think that doesn’t exist. I’m twenty-six now, I hit the gym hard six days a week, I have a tattooed chest and defined arms. When people see me on the street, nobody imagines that when I really get horny, all I want is a fat cock splitting my ass apart.

That Friday I got off work early. I’m a personal trainer at a gym downtown, and the owner told me he was closing at twelve for a meeting with suppliers. I’d spent the whole week with my horniness crawling up my back, unable to fuck anyone since Sunday. The moment I stepped onto the sidewalk, I already knew where I was going.

A gym buddy had told me about the Market Steam Room, a place right downtown, a couple of blocks from the central market. I already knew two other steam rooms in the city, but not this one. And that day I was so horny I thought: at least two cocks have to tear my ass apart before dinner.

I arrived with my adrenaline at a hundred. I stood on the corner for a moment, looking at the nondescript metal door, my stomach tied in knots from the nerves of trying a new place. But the urge to have someone open me up by force beat my shyness, and I went in almost running.

Just beyond the entrance, a narrow staircase descended to the basement. Going down gives you a good feeling, as if you’re leaving the street behind and entering a separate world where nobody can see you. At the desk I paid my two hundred pesos. The guy in the booth didn’t give a damn who came in; he didn’t even look at my face. He handed me a pair of disposable flip-flops, a towel, a white wrap to tie around my waist, and the locker key.

While I took off my clothes and put my things away, I checked out the place. There was a counter before the showers, with a skinny, effeminate young guy folding towels, absorbed in his work. Hopefully it isn’t full of fags, I thought. It’s not that I have anything against them, but I’m looking for men, fucking men—dark, potbellied, with hard cocks and filthy mouths.

Once naked, I tied the wrap around myself, put on the flip-flops, and walked into the shower area. On one side there were five open stalls, without doors, separated by low partitions. At the far end was a large Jacuzzi. Sitting on its edge was a man of about sixty, moderately potbellied, very dark-skinned, bald, with no facial hair but a chest covered in hair already going gray. A sour face. Exactly my kind of bastard.

I stepped into a shower that was visible from the Jacuzzi. I took off the wrap and began soaping myself slowly, letting the warm water run over my tattooed shoulders and down to my ass cheeks. I glanced over from the corner of my eye. The man was staring at me without moving a muscle in his face, as if he were assessing a piece of meat. No smile, no expression, nothing. My nipples hardened just from feeling those eyes on me.

I ran the soap between my ass cheeks slowly, arching my back a little and giving him a clear view. The fucking man remained impassive. I got nervous and decided to go into the dark steam room to calm down.

I pushed open the glass door and went inside. It was practically pitch-black, with the only light filtering through the door’s glass. I sat on the tiled bench, wide as a narrow bed, and took a deep breath. The air was boiling. The humidity hit my lungs all at once. I stayed there for about ten minutes, my heart still racing, thinking I’d picked a bad day.

Then the door opened.

The man from the Jacuzzi entered, closed it behind him, and stood there waiting for his eyes to adjust. I stopped breathing. When he finally saw me at the back, he walked straight toward me without hurrying, as if the steam room were his home. I smiled at him. Without changing his sour expression, he stopped in front of me and yanked off his wrap, throwing it aside.

There was my prize. A dark, thick, veiny cock, already almost fully hard. I guessed it was about eighteen centimeters. A tuft of gray hair at the base and a pair of bull’s balls hanging beneath it. He gripped the shaft, pulled the foreskin back, and exposed a shiny purple head, pointing it straight at my mouth.

“Suck me, asshole,” he ordered in a hoarse voice.

I attached myself to him like a hungry calf. First I licked the head with my flat tongue, savoring the salty taste of sweat. Then I slowly started taking it into my mouth, swallowing it as far as I could, gagging a couple of times when the tip touched my throat. He grabbed my hair with both hands and began controlling the pace, fucking my face without mercy.

I looked up at him through tear-filled eyes, searching for his face. The bastard remained impassive, breathing hard through his nose and looking at me as if I were a toy. He put one leg up on the bench beside me and drove deeper, making me swallow his entire shaft at once. My mouth filled with spit and pleasure.

After several minutes like that, he pulled me back and yanked his cock out.

“Stand up, stand up. You’re going to make me shoot my load too soon,” he growled in that flat voice that revealed nothing.

My jaw was slack and my lips were swollen. I couldn’t stop staring at his huge, drool-covered cock, stiff against his belly. He said to me:

“Or do you want to make me shoot already?”

I smiled at him. I lay back on the tiled bench, raised my legs, and positioned my ass right at the edge. I grabbed the backs of my thighs behind my knees and spread my legs as wide as I could, exposing my asshole, already throbbing and eager.

“Yes, daddy, but you’re going to make me shoot with your ass,” I said, biting my lip.

For the first time, the man’s expression changed slightly. One corner of his mouth twitched.

“Son of a bitch,” he murmured, looking at my hole. “Just look at that fucking little ass. I’m going to leave you dripping, asshole.”

He placed the purple head at my entrance. I pushed from inside to open myself as much as I could, and without ceremony he drove himself into me with one long, firm thrust. I felt his hot shaft stretch my asshole and slide inward without stopping until he buried the whole thing inside me. I let out a hoarse cry mixed with a moan, instinctively placing a hand on his belly as if I wanted to stop him.

He had me impaled all the way to the tuft of gray hair. He stayed still for a couple of seconds, letting me get used to his size. He locked eyes with me and said:

“You’re fucked now, idiot. I’m not taking it out until I fill you with cum.”

And he began fucking me at a steady rhythm, pulling almost all the way out and burying himself again to the very bottom. By the fourth or fifth thrust, my eyes had opened wide and I shouted at him:

“Motherfucker, holy shit!”

Huge waves of pleasure washed over me every time the tip touched the deepest part of me. No cock had ever turned my ass into pure honey so quickly. He wasn’t going fast, but he made sure every thrust went all the way to the last seam.

“That’s it, daddy, give it to me all the way,” I moaned, in that slutty voice that comes out when you’re already completely hooked.

He pleased me with a thrust harder than the ones before it, tearing another cry from me. He kept going, panting more and more hoarsely, his face still serious, looking at me as if he were doing a job. I, on the other hand, could no longer hide anything. I wore the face of a bitch in heat, moaned like a cheap whore, and squeezed my asshole with every thrust so he could feel me milking his cock.

We stayed like that for several long minutes until he drove his cock deeper than before and began growling softly between pants, while I felt his huge cock throbbing inside me. Stream by stream, he emptied all his hot cum deep in my ass. I rhythmically clenched my asshole to squeeze it out of him, not leaving him a drop.

When he finished, he pulled out slowly. He stood in front of me for a moment, breathing hard and admiring the mess he had left behind. Without a word, he grabbed his wrap, tied it around himself, and left the steam room.

I remained there with my legs still raised, my loose asshole dripping. Not even a minute passed before the door opened again.

Another man entered. This one was in his mid-forties, short, thin, dark-skinned, with a couple of old tattoos on his chest and a thick mustache. He approached me with a smile.

“What’s up, kid? The other guy already fuck you?”

I told him yes without changing position. He licked his mustache.

“Will you let me see what he did to your little ass? I like that.”

I spread my legs for him and showed him my freshly fucked asshole, still red and glistening with cum. He came closer, stroked it with his thumb, and suddenly pushed it inside without warning.

“Does it hurt?” he asked mockingly, moving it around inside me.

“No,” I said, squeezing around his thumb.

“How could it hurt when that bastard left you nice and loose?”

Before I could say anything else, he pulled out his finger, lifted his wrap, grabbed his cock—shorter than the previous man’s but thick, with a hooded head—and slammed it into me all the way to the bottom. I let out a loud moan that bounced off the walls of the steam room. It felt different. Not as long, but wider. It stretched me in another way.

“This ass needs more cock, doesn’t it, little boy?” he said as he began moving quickly, giving me no break.

I could only moan. He let loose with filthy talk.

“There you are, showing your ass to anybody. You’re a real little slut, aren’t you? You want more milky cum?”

“Oh, yes, daddy,” I answered between moans. “I want more delicious milk, oh.”

He got even more turned on. He grabbed my hips and sped up. The steam made him sweat in streams; I watched droplets fall from his mustache onto my chest.

“Ah, how I love little sluts,” he panted. “I love using sluts like you.”

“Fuck me like your slut, daddy, oh,” I answered, squeezing his cock with my asshole.

We remained locked together for several minutes. He gave me short, fast thrusts, all the way to the bottom, his pubic bone banging hard against my ass cheeks. At one point he buried himself to the shaft and stayed there, motionless.

“Take it, slut, take all my cum,” he growled, throbbing inside me.

I felt the hot jets, one after another, joining those from the first man. I clenched my ass to milk him properly. When he finished, he stayed pressed against me a while longer, panting. When he pulled out, he slapped my thigh twice.

“What a beautiful little slut you are. Thanks, kid.”

“Thanks for the milk, daddy.”

He left. I lay there for a moment, catching my breath. The heat of the steam room and being double-fucked had me on the verge of fainting. I crawled out and stepped beneath a stream of cold water in the showers.

***

Once recovered, I went into the other steam room, the lit one. Inside, a guy in his thirties was receiving a blowjob from a skinny young man. The one receiving was hot: slightly potbellied, light-brown-skinned, hairy-chested, with a thick purple cock about sixteen centimeters long. I watched them for a while, but since they paid me no attention, I went back to the dark steam room.

No one was there. I sat down, raised my feet onto the bench, and began playing with my ass with two fingers, imagining another cock. I stayed like that for a few minutes until the door opened. I quickly lowered my legs and pulled out my fingers.

It was the thirty-something from the other room. He sat down beside me, smiling.

“What’s up, son? Everything good?”

“All good, boss.”

“Look at the fucking fag who was sucking me off,” he said, sounding a little annoyed. “He was going on about wanting cock and all that, and when I was about to put it in him, he said he didn’t like fucking. Goddamn it. I told him to fuck off.”

I chuckled softly. He continued:

“And what are you here for? I saw you playing with your little ass, didn’t I?”

“Well, a little, hahaha.”

He stood up and took off his wrap. A thick cock, curving upward, already hard.

“Let’s see. Get on all fours. I’m dying to fuck.”

I was already acting like a bitch in heat. It took me two seconds to get on the hot tiled floor, my elbows braced and my ass held high. He positioned himself behind me, spat into his hand, lubricated his cock, spat again directly onto my asshole, and drove it in all the way at once.

“Fuck, your ass is already really fucked,” he said through his teeth. “It went in like nothing.”

He began fucking me quickly, with hard thrusts that shook my whole body. I pressed my face against the cold tile and started moaning uncontrollably.

“How many guys have fucked you already?” he asked, giving me a sharp slap on the ass.

“Two so far, daddy,” I panted.

“Goddamn, you’re a whore! A fucking cock-sucking whore.”

“But you have the best cock, daddy,” I lied, moaning. “Oh, give it to me hard.”

He believed me. He sped up, gripping my waist with both hands so he could drive his cock into me all the way with every thrust. I stuck my ass out, arching my back like a cat, and let myself go. My ass was in heaven. My arms were trembling.

“Give me your milk, daddy!” I shouted, no longer caring whether anyone outside could hear me. “Give me all your little milk!”

“Here it comes, slut! Here comes all of it!”

He pressed himself deep and unloaded everything inside me. I felt his cock throbbing hard, jet after jet, adding to the cum I was already carrying from the other two. I rhythmically clenched my asshole, milking him. When he finished, he spread my ass cheeks with his hands and admired his handiwork.

“Fucking greedy little ass, holy shit.” He slapped me once more and left.

I stayed on all fours for a few seconds, my legs trembling, panting against the floor. When I got up, I felt cum running down the insides of my thighs.

I went out to the showers to cool off. I was standing beneath the cold stream with my eyes closed when I felt hands grab my waist from behind. I turned around. It was the mustached man, the second one, his cock hard again.

“I’m really horny, little slut. I want to shoot again.”

Without hesitation, I shut off the shower, pressed my chest and face against the tiles, and raised my ass. He penetrated me hard, right there in plain view of anyone who passed by, and fucked me hungrily, slapping my ass hard enough to echo through the wet hallway.

“Oh, fucking slut, you’re already completely fucked. That feels so good.”

I got tired of bending over while standing and went onto all fours on the cold tile outside the shower, right in the middle of the hallway. I lowered my head onto my arms, leaving only my raised, offered ass exposed. Desperate, he didn’t waste a second and buried himself in me again to the very bottom.

“Oh, what a good little slut you are,” he panted, pounding me hard.

He kept at it for several minutes until he pressed himself against me and unloaded inside me a second time, with less volume than the first but just as much eagerness. He kept me impaled until the last drop left him. When he finished, he laughed and said, looking over his shoulder:

“Hey, well, you should put it in too, man.”

I turned and saw the thirty-something approaching from the shower beside us, his cock hard again. He positioned himself behind me. I felt his curved cock forcing its way through my already loose, lubricated asshole. He went at me hungrily. I rested my head on my arms and concentrated on enjoying it, closing my eyes.

After a few minutes, he buried himself one last time and came inside me. Three loads in my ass in less than two hours. He stood up, adjusted his wrap, and slapped my ass in farewell.

I lay on the tile for a moment, wearing the idiot’s grin you get when you can’t take any more. Then I crawled to the shower, washed everything that was dripping out of me, got dressed, and went out into the street. I could still feel every inch I’d taken that afternoon.

I walked the three blocks to the bus stop with weak legs and a smile no one could wipe off my face. I was definitely going back to the Market Steam Room.