THE FINAL CHAPTER
So at the end of 2014, aged 22 (OMG, 10 years ago!!!), I graduated law school, and quit my pub job, pool cleaning rounds and hustling entirely. In January 2015 I joined a Sydney law firm as a trainee doing private client work. It was a time of sudden, major change for me. I moved out of home into a house share with a couple of mates. I went clean shaven and had my long hair cut into a conservative short back and sides which I wore slicked back. On weekdays I swapped out my silver earring for a discrete stud. In a very minor act of rebellion, I got my first tattoo - a small symbol (which I won't describe, in the interests of discretion) just under the groove of my cum gutter on the right side of my groin.
My sex life swung mostly straight, taking the form of a series of very brief situationships separated by one-night stands. It was a pretty typical young person pattern for those of us who weren't really interested in anything serious at that stage of our lives. My law firm worked me pretty hard, so I prioritised my social life and working out. I was determined to maintain and improve the physique I'd worked so hard for and not become a flabby desk jockey, so as well as using Dad's garage gym when I was near home or visitng, I also joined a 24/7 gym near work. I still managed to surf a bit at weekends and occasionally very early in the morning before work as well.
I stayed pretty closeted and only a couple of my more chilled, open-minded mates knew I was bi. I no longer had any regular male fuck buddies apart from Mitch the Masseur, who I saw every month or two, and obviously I paid him for the privilege. I'd enjoyed hustling, and it lined my pockets nicely, but as a solicitor it was too much of a risk for me to keep it up. So I had occasional fleeting hookups in public toilets, beach dunes, suburban bushland, adult bookstore glory holes - typical stuff. And of course, saunas. In "Dirt in the dunes" I've chosen to write about encounters that had something special about them in terms of hotness or personal significance, and to be completely honest, there was nothing memorable about my sleazy man-on-man cruising between 2015 and 2017. I could write about a few of them but other guys' stories are far more interesting than mine. But there was one time in a Sydney sauna that might be fun to relate.
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I think I was 23 years old at the time. It was a Friday night, and I'd been feeling ultra-thirsty for man juice and no pussy could quench that thirst, so I skipped post-work drinks and went home for a shower and a thorough douching. I slipped on a pair of denim cutoffs, commando, a black Bonds vest and a pair of scruffy white trainers, sockless, and headed to a good gay bath house I sometimes cruised. I stripped down and stowed my stuff in a locker, wrapped a towel low around my waist, and started wandering around. It was mid-evening but getting pretty busy with a mix of guys of all ages and types, and at various points on the hotness spectrum. There was lots of ogling in the sauna, a bit of mutual wanking and oral in the steam room, some fondling and snogging in the whirlpool, and a really hot twenty minutes moving amongst bodies in the dark room, touching and getting touched. A nice way to while away an hour or so, relaxing and building up general horniness, and avoiding climax of course. Generally the aim was to finally latch onto someone really hot, or get so horny that I was less than fussy and would do it in the dark.
At one point I wrapped my towel back around my waist (really low so the top of my bush poked out, my semi making a bit of a tent at the front) and resumed cruising the dark corridors around where the private booths and cabins were. My skin was beaded with moisture, my head and body hair slick and wet. In the dimly-lit gloom, I brushed past a few guys, either trying to make eye contact or trying to avoid it, depending on whether they appealed or not. One guy really took my fancy: over six foot, athletically built, his body smooth, his muscular arms lightly scattered with small tattoos. His black wet hair was cropped short, though not buzzed, his sweat-slick skin was olive in tone, jaw lightly stubbled, his features carrying a touch of South East Asia mixed with Europe. His dark eyes met mine fleetingly before he passed on. I preferred hairier guys but damn, he was hot. Ten or so minutes later I saw him across the other side of one of the open spaces where guys mingled and casually felt each other up. He was still wearing a towel, while the blokes nearest him leaned naked against the wall getting their cocks sucked. Again he caught my eye, before turning and wandering down another corridor. I followed.
He was waiting for me in an open space with a fixed bench running around the edge and a vinyl-covered, waist-height soft cube in the middle. The space wasn't large but it was much bigger than the private cubicles, and it was totally exposed to anyone who might walk past or come in. Nice, I was totally cool with a bit of exhibitionism. I gave him my most cute lopsided smile, but he just looked me up and down with an intense expression on his face, and as I reached him he pulled me in close to his warm, damp body and we started a slow, penetrating, very wet kiss. Man it was good, and my cock was fuckin' solid underneath my towel, as was his. I untucked mine and tossed it over to the bench and he did the same - his cock was thick, a good seven inches plus, uncut and leaking. He closed his fist around both of our sticky tools and started to wank us as I lifted his other arm and tongued the trimmed black hair of his sweaty pit before moving down to suck and gently chew his nipple, eliciting a quiet moan from him. Then I dropped to my knees, gripped the base of his swollen cock, and started to suck the head and run my tongue under his foreskin and just inside his piss slit. After a minute or so of teasing, I spat on the meat, gave it a firm stroke, and started to work it down my throat. Whispering encouragement, the Hot Dude allowed me to get used to it before gently but firmly gripping my skull and starting to slowly fuck my mouth. I gave in to the wet gagging sounds that I was making and after a bit, strings then ropes of spit were drooling out over my stubbled chin to my chest on his outstroke.
When he'd had enough, he dragged me to my feet by my pits, pushed me back against the wall and got on his knees to suck my dripping tool. I ruffled his short wet hair and returned the favour, beginning to skull-fuck him and savouring the sloppy slobbering sounds he was making as he let me do my thing. He pulled his face off my meat abrubtly, gripped my hips and spun me, then yanked my glutes wide apart. I crossed my arms and braced them against the wall while pushing my ass back towards him, but he kept his sensual mouth just out of reach of my moistly pulsing pucker, breathing and blowing on it, then spitting on it repeatedly until his saliva ran down the back of my tight shaved ballsack. He then ran the tip of his tongue from my scrotum of over my wet taint, through my ass hair, over my quivering anus and to my coxyx, again and again and again, before then flicking my ring like he was working on a clit as I sighed and stroked my slippery cock. Getting serious, he pushed his face into my hairy sweaty trench and started to aggressively lick and probe my fuckhole with his tongue, hungrily eating out my shitter and getting it as wet as possible, before pushing first one, then two fingers up inside me and starting a rapid fingerbang. All the while, I pushed down with my gut muscles like I was forcing out a massive shit, encouraging my sphincter to flare open and loosen as much as I could. Satisfied that I was ready, Hot Dude got back on his feet behind me, rubbered and lubed up, and began to bump his sheathed cockhead against my eager cunt until he finally nudged it through my aching ring and pushed steadily up my chute and into my rectum. Gripping my shoulders, he started to slowly fuck me as I moaned like a proper whore and wanked my leaking stiffie. Periodically he'd take a break, squat down and lick my increasingly open anus, adding generous amounts of spit to supplement the stingy sachet of lube the bath house provided, before slamming his shaft home in my guts.
For a change of scene, he flipped me on my back on the vinyl cube, gripped my ankles and spread my legs wide as I guided him back into my shitter for the next phase of fucking. I now noticed there were three or four other guys standing around us at a respectful distance, towels dropped and cocks in hand, with a new one joining every so often. Man it was hot putting on a show. I left my cock alone, as the angle of Hot Dude's evilly curved tool was doing amazing things to my prostate, and my whines became increasingly high-pitched as a deep, powerful anal orgasm ran through me and a river of thick spunk began to drool out of my piss slit in that lazy way that can happen with that type of cumming. Hot Dude gripped my shaft mid-cum and started to jerk it, and I clenched my muscles as a secondary spurt lanced out of me more forcefully. Then he withdrew, stripped off the ass-wet condom and jerked out his hot, copious load over my cock and bollocks. As he let go of my ankles, the voyeurs made sounds of appreciation, and one lean guy in his fifties came forwards to lick my junk and abs clean of cum. Without a backwards glance, Hot Dude scooped up his towel and padded off, while the older guy shifted his attention to eating out my sloppy asshole.
"Want some more?" growled a thick-set, hairy daddy type, and as I nodded eagerly, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my knees on the floor. The other guys gathered in close and I started to feast on their varied cocks, giving them each as much love as I could, letting them skullfuck me if they wanted, as I played with my respectably semi-hard knob. Eventually they draped me on the cube on my back so my head tilted back over the edge and took turns fucking my throat as another eager rimmer took his sweet time probing deep into my chute with his tongue and spattering my crack, taint and balls with gobs of snotty spit. Someone else then took charge, wedging my bare feet against his furry pecs and driving a thick hard column of blood-stuffed meat up my slippery ass. I can honestly say this was my first ever gangbang and I fuckin' loved it, as they each spent a couple of minutes on my mouth and cunt, swapping around, flipping me onto my front, then my back again, and even making me stand as they fucked me so that the other guys could snog me and suck my now rock-hard, quivering cock.
Several of the guys filled their condoms with seed, let me suck their cocks clean and wandered off, or ripped off their rubbers so they could lash my face, chest or back with gravy. But the last few who were left, after a good hour of me being well used, managed to line up their timing. Pushing me to my knees, they took turns splashing my tongue, face and hair with their pungent warm cum, until one of them - a skinny young heavily inked guy with an impressive cock - got on all fours and sucked me to the root with one hand reached under my groin, three fingers hooked inside my open cunt and steadily tapping my nut, until I moaned and shot my second load down his throat. They helped me to my feet - I was shattered and a bit unsteady - and we exchanged wet, slippery man-hugs and kisses. Exhausted after the longest, hardest hammering of my life, I accompanied a couple of the guys into one of the whirlpool spas, where we chatted casually while they helped me sluice off the sweat and loads. I spent another hour hanging around, moving between spa, sauna and steam room, until a handsome young twinky type took the initiative and started to suck me off as the steam swirled around us. I led him to a private cubicle where I let him continue with his fun for a while, then I spent a long leisurely while rimming out his tight hairless hole before treating him to an extended (thanks to two previous orgasms) porking. I fucked two loads out of that lad before squirting what little baby juice I had left into the rubber up in his guts.
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I'd had great bathouse sex before that session, and I would again, but that was the most thorough seeing-to I'd ever had up until that point, and it wouldn't be until I started travelling in Europe that I would get so well used again. It was so good in fact, that my switch was flipped back to guys full-time for a month or so, and I was a full-on cock-hungry whore. I even let some guys pick me up for cash in nightclubs again, that's how much my attention had shifted back to my anus and prostate.
Its always good to keep the mouth and throat in practice though, and while I had this little whore phase there were a couple of grungy Sydney adult bookstores with glory holes that I took a fancy too. I'd skulk in there after a late evening at work, lock myself in the little cubicle, strip naked and put my suit and clothes neatly to one side, and wait in hope that cocks would start to come through the hole. They always did, and I'd get to suck three or four and swallow their loads down before finally putting my own aching, leaking tool back through the hole for any takers.
Though I'd never got into being a proper camboy, as it was just too risky, my body was pretty devoid of real distiguishing features (apart from my small tatt, which was in a place where I'd have to be nude anyway before it was visible). So with the aid of a balaclava and headphones, I didn't mind doing mutual jerk-off sessions on the webcam from time to time. If I was feeling especially worked up, I'd get a decent dildo up in my ass and put on a real show.
After six or seven weeks though, I eventually got the cock n' cum hunger out of my system. Going back to chicks gave my cunt a chance to tighten back up, ha ha.
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I turned 24 in November 2016, having done my traineeship plus one year of restricted practice, and as the New Year came around, I started to feel like I wanted a break. I'd come along well and made a good impression, so my firm was happy to keep my position open for me while I took a year off to go backpacking in time-honoured Aussie style. This is the last episode in this series, and soon I'll start writing about some of my most memorable experiences on the European backpacking circuit. Thanks for reading guys!
As promised, this is a true account of my experiences as I remember them. I'd love to hear what you think of it, so email me if you want at [email protected]
