John was back from a field trip for his PhD thesis. It had been academically very productive, but also all work and no play, ten weeks without sex, John was desperate for cock. He had a debriefing with his thesis advisor and after that he went home and prepared thoroughly for sex, he wanted to be very clean and very sexy.
The place to get all the sex he needed was a gay bathhouse, there was one near John's apartment, but it was not the one he preferred. John was an aristocratic New England son who liked his sex from the other end of the social ladder, he went to another bathhouse in a shady neighborhood.
On arriving he confirmed his perfect timing, there still were some office workers but most were leaving and being replaced by nearby factories workers off their shift. He went to the counter, the two boys there greeted him, they knew him well, in every possible sense. He paid and went to the lockers, undressed, put a pair of plastic sandals, a towel over his shoulder and entered the first chamber of the bathhouse.
Just a few steps in, a man resting on a lounger signaled to his cock invitingly, John knelt beside the lounger and took the cock in his mouth. It was a fat old man, but John never rejected a cock. His position put John's sexy bubble butt in full display and quickly he felt someone spreading his knees and poking his asshole with a hard rock cock. The cock was shoved to the hilt in one sudden thrust, dry and raw, it was painful, but the man in the lounger secured John's head against his lower belly and the cry of pain was just a muffled sound. John was loving it.
The man in his ass came quickly, just a few thrusts, leaving John eager for more and lubed with sperm. Another one took his place, he lasted more and both cocks came almost simultaneously in John's holes. As he finished cleaning the cock in his mouth the man in his ass went away, John stood up, leaking cum from two men of the several in the room, totally anonymous cocks. Having taken three cocks in a few minutes John's sex hunger was at the same time a little placated and very aroused.
He begun walking towards the second chamber, where lights were dim and the sex was even more crude than in the first one. Two men that were talking intercepted him, laid him on a lounger with his legs in the air and began fucking his holes. John thought he knew them, they had used him before, in fact many of the men there had used him one time or another. The men gave two more loads and let him go, John entered the second chamber.
Almost immediately he was groped and fondled, someone shoved a couple fingers deep into his asshole and then took them to his mouth. Another one knelt and begun sucking him, he didn't last long and came in the stranger's mouth, who gave his sperm back in a very wet kiss. John was horny as hell.
A big black man took him by the arm, his hands rough as coarse sandpaper, and forcefully took John to one of the cabins, just a minimum room with a bed and a dirty mattress, no sheets. Without closing the door the man pushed him to his knees and presented John with his cock. It was a fairly big cock, and for John, as for any white fag, black cock was quite a fetish. John preferred size to color, but thankfully enjoyed whatever was given to him.
The man brutally skull fucked John for quite a while, slapping and spitting him from time to time. This was the kind of treatment John enjoyed most, rough and degrading sex. The man accommodated John on all fours on the edge of the bed.
"I'll fuck you like the bitch you are," and shoved his cock all the way in one brutal thrust, John cried in pain, tears in his eyes, his heart happy at being raped.
"Good it hurts, I love hurting white fags."
"Beg for more, you whore!" and John begged.
There were already a couple guys watching, and John's cries attracted some more, they were four or five enjoying the spectacle of John being destroyed by the powerful black man. John thoroughly enjoyed the brutal fuck, after three weeks without sex this was what his body and soul craved.
The man discharged his load deep into John's bowels, douching him with sperm. He withdraw from the destroyed asshole.
"Next!" and went to John's mouth to have his cock cleaned.
Another cock continued the fucking, as rough as the previous, it was clear now that John was an anything goes piece of fuckmeat. Some nine or ten men fucked John in quick succession, some lasted long, others just a couple minutes, but as soon as one withdraw another took his place in the whore's asshole. They all went ass-to-mouth, some to be cleaned, others to come in John's mouth.
When the fucking stopped for a while three or four men took John to the nearby showers, knelt him and began peeing in his mouth and on his face. John took them gladly, drinking as much as he could. Being used as a urinal was one of his favorite humiliations.
When the peeing ended John stood up, somewhat wobbly, and showered, with water this time, a long hot shower. His original towel long gone he took one from a rack and dried himself. He was a bit exhausted, but not yet satisfied, he wanted more cock. Inspecting the cabins he found his preferred one was free, it was a very visible one.
Entering, he left the door fully open and laid on his belly, legs spread and ass offered pointing to the door. It didn't take long, a man entered and covered him, in a few minutes there was a line waiting to use his holes. John's face was buried in the filthy mattress, he enjoyed the raunchy smell as much as the fucking and sucking.
John loved this kind of relentless impersonal sex and took all that was given to him, till he listened someone saying:
"There's fresh meat there, this one is far to used!"
And one or two cocks later the fucking stopped, John was the discarded faggot whore, he loved that feeling. It was time to leave.
He walked trough the dark chamber, with a brief stop when someone bent him over a table and did his asshole. In the first chamber three men have him knelt and used his mouth, three more cum dumps. In the front counter there were now three boys, they all took turns covering him in a backroom.
When he finally did it to the lockers he just dressed, he liked going to sleep dirty of sex. When he was going out he met at the door with Juan. Juan was a regular and had fucked John several times, both in and out the bathhouse. At 30 he was far taller and heavier than John and very well hung, with lots of sex stamina. He groped John's ass and kissed him.
