Page 2

Once the Anubis’s cock was thoroughly covered in saliva, the Anubis reached down and easily lifted his prey.

Tucking his arms under the twink’s knees, he held him close to his chest, his massive cock throbbing against pale flesh.

The twink moaned, his hole spread wide as the Anubis prepared to fuck him standing up.

He turned to the onlookers, giving them a toothy grin before he pressed the twink up against the shower wall to stabilize him.

Angling himself so that his thick rod was pressed up against the twink’s pink hole, he pushed forward.

At first I thought he was too big to fit.

But as I stood there watching in awe, he began to slowly work himself in.

The thick cockhead disappeared first, the ridge drawing a gasping moan from the twink.

Then, inch by inch, he drove himself deeper until he was buried to the hilt.

Others gathered around, each of them stroking their own cocks as they watched.

And they were right to be interested, the show was incredible.

But as the room seemed to get crowded, I knew it was time for me to move on.

I wanted to participate, not just watch.

Turning off the water, I left the shower and the twink getting railed behind me.

I grabbed one of the small towels, wrapped it around my waist, and headed through the double doors into the rest of the bathhouse.

The first one, and by far the largest, was the roman style bath.

Everything from the floor to the ceiling was tiled in a beautiful mosaic of blue and a white.

Steam rose from the hot water, creating a hazy atmosphere that made the space feel dreamlike.

The bath itself was enormous, easily accommodating thirty people, with stone ledges at varying depths around the perimeter.

Soft lighting cast dancing shadows on the walls, and the gentle sound of water circulating through hidden jets created a soothing ambiance.

I dropped my towel on a nearby hook and slipped into the warm water, letting out a deep sigh as the heat enveloped my body.

The temperature was perfect, just hot enough to relax every muscle, but not so hot that it was uncomfortable.

I found a spot along one of the ledges and settled in, letting my head fall back against the smooth stone.

Around me, other men and creatures lounged in various states of relaxation and arousal.

A few were engaged in quiet conversation, their voices echoing softly off the tiles.

Others sat in companionable silence, eyes closed, simply enjoying the warmth.

But what caught my attention was the subtle undercurrent of desire that permeated the space.

To my left, a heavily tattooed man with salt-and-pepper hair was slowly stroking himself beneath the water, his eyes fixed on a younger guy across the pool, a Kitsune with beautiful cream and orange fur.

The object of his attention seemed aware of the scrutiny and was putting on a subtle show, stretching his arms above his head and arching his back in a way that accentuated his lean physique.

I felt my own cock stirring again as I watched the silent courtship play out.

The older man eventually moved through the water, approaching with confident strokes.

No words were exchanged, just a questioning look that was answered with a subtle nod.

Soon they were pressed together against the pool's edge, hands exploring under the concealing water.

The sight sent heat through my body that had nothing to do with the temperature of the bath. I stayed for another twenty minutes, watching various encounters unfold around me, before the urge to seek more active participation became too strong to ignore.

I hauled myself out of the pool, water cascading off my body, and grabbed my towel. But instead of wrapping it around my waist, I simply carried it as I padded barefoot down one of the dimly lit corridors that branched off from the main bath area.

The hallway was lined with doorways, some open, some closed, some with curtains partially drawn.

Soft moans and the sound of skin against skin drifted from several of the rooms. But I wasn't looking for a private space yet.

I was headed for the gloryhole area, a section of the bathhouse that never failed to provide exactly the kind of anonymous encounter I craved.

The room was smaller than the bath, with black-painted walls and dim red lighting.

Along one wall was a series of private booths with holes cut at the perfect height.

Each was equipped with padded benches on both sides.

The setup was simple but effective. You could either give or receive, and the anonymity was complete.

I could see several of the booths were already occupied, the silhouettes of men visible through the semi-sheer curtains.

I chose an empty booth near the end of the row, slipping inside and drawing the curtain behind me.

The booth was minimalist, just the padded bench and a small shelf that held packets of lube and condoms. I settled onto the bench, my cock already half-hard with anticipation.

The gloryhole itself was about three inches in diameter, cut perfectly into the partition at crotch height. Through it, I could see the adjacent booth was empty, but I wasn't concerned. Friday nights were busy, and it wouldn't be long before someone wandered in.

I was right. Within minutes, a shadow fell across the floor of the neighboring booth as someone entered. I couldn't see much through the hole, just a glimpse of blue-tinted skin that suggested my neighbor wasn't human. My cock twitched with interest.

There was a moment of stillness, then a thick, ridged appendage pushed through the hole. It wasn't quite a cock as I knew it… more like a tentacle with a tapered head, covered in small, soft protrusions. It was a deep cerulean blue with pulsing violet veins running along its length.

I'd sucked off enough creatures at the bathhouse to recognize an oceanic being when I saw one. Maybe a sea demon or a kraken. Whatever he was, his appendage was beautiful, and already secreting a transparent fluid that glistened in the dim light.

I leaned forward, running my tongue along the underside of the unusual organ. The taste was briny but pleasant, like the ocean itself. The tentacle-cock twitched in response, and I heard a soft hiss of pleasure from the other side of the wall.

Taking the tapered head into my mouth, I discovered the small protrusions along its surface were incredibly sensitive.

Each time my tongue brushed against them, the appendage would pulse and release more of its salty pre-cum.

I worked my way down its length, taking as much as I could, letting the strange texture massage the roof of my mouth.

As I sucked, I wrapped my hand around my own cock, stroking in rhythm with my bobbing head.

The creature on the other side began to thrust gently, pushing its appendage deeper into my throat.

I relaxed and took it, feeling a peculiar tingling sensation spread through my mouth and down my throat, some property of the fluid it was secreting.

The tingling wasn't unpleasant. In fact, it heightened every sensation, making my lips and tongue hypersensitive. I moaned around the throbbing appendage, which seemed to encourage my partner. The thrusts became more insistent, and I could hear ragged breathing from the other side of the partition.

Just as I was finding my rhythm, another shadow darkened the booth on my other side. I glanced over to see another hole, one I hadn't noticed before. Through it emerged a more familiar sight, a thick, veiny human cock, already hard and leaking.

I pulled back from the tentacle-cock, a strand of bioluminescent fluid connecting my lips to its tip.

The human cock was impressive, easily eight inches and thick enough that my fingers wouldn't meet if I wrapped them around it.

I shifted on the bench, angling myself so I could service both partners.

Taking the human cock in my left hand, I stroked it slowly while returning my mouth to the oceanic creature's appendage.

The contrast was intoxicating, the familiar heat and hardness of human flesh in my palm, while my mouth worked around the alien texture and otherworldly taste of my other partner.

The human began thrusting through the hole, fucking my fist with desperate need. I could hear him panting on the other side, probably stroking himself where I couldn't reach. Meanwhile, the sea creature's appendage was pulsing faster, the ridges along its length swelling as it approached climax.

I alternated between them, taking the human cock deep into my throat until I gagged, then switching back to lap at the sensitive nodules covering the tentacle. My own cock was throbbing, leaking steadily onto the bench beneath me.

The oceanic being came first, his appendage suddenly rigid as it pumped thick, glowing fluid down my throat. The taste was intense, salt and minerals and something indefinably alien that made my head spin. I swallowed greedily, the tingling sensation spreading through my entire body now.

The human followed moments later, his cock jerking in my grip as he shot rope after rope of hot cum through the hole. It splattered against the wall, some landing on my chest and shoulders. I milked him until he was spent, feeling him soften in my grasp.

Both my partners withdrew, leaving me alone and aching with need. I heard footsteps as they left their booths, but I remained, hoping someone else would take their place. My cock was painfully hard, the otherworldly tingling making every nerve ending hypersensitive.