Chapter 19

19

Ash

M y nerves are on edge.

We're really doing this.

We've teased so much about the bathhouse since Col first brought it up, but now we're standing in line at PeachFlex with seven other guys. I'm waiting for someone to recognize us from school, but it's a mix of ages. There aren't many bathhouses in Georgia, so I figure there are guys from all around who want to have a fun Friday night.

As we step up in line toward the receptionist checking IDs and handing out locker and room keys, Colin must sense how tense I am because he rests his hand on my hip, tucking his crotch up against the small of my back. Reminds me of earlier in the week when we were doing squats at the gym.

And suddenly, I take what feels like the first decent breath I've had in the past few minutes. It'll all be okay as long as I have Colin here with me .

When it's our turn at the front desk, we hand our IDs to the clerk, and he charges us for lockers, then gives us lanyards, keys, and towels.

This is it; it's really fucking happening.

The clerk buzzes us in, like we're entering a prison. We step through, into a locker room, where guys are stripping down. Just cock and ass all over the place.

Colin doesn't seem fazed, which isn't a surprise because during football season, this is what he's seeing all the time. I already notice a few glances our way, then between us, smirking like they wouldn't mind us tag-teaming them.

As we look for our lockers, we keep glancing at each other. I can't keep from smiling.

But I feel like a fraud. I'm just a big nerd, not some kind of sex god. What right do I have to be here?

I try to shake off my insecurity as we find our lockers and strip down. We purchased a lanyard upgrade for Colin, which has a clear compartment for condoms and lube—we read on some forums that was the right way to enjoy the experience. So we pack the compartment with the stuff we brought, then put our lanyards around our necks and towels around our waists before heading out to scope things out.

The locker room lets out into a lobby, where guys are sitting around, watching porn on a big-screen TV. There's an adjoining gym and a sign indicating where the saunas are.

I take Colin's hand and pull him toward a nearby hall.

"Where do you think you're taking us?" Colin asks.

"You're not the only one who knows where we need to go."

According to the forums, there's an area with viewing rooms, where guys can get in so others can watch. And it's funny that, even with my nerves, it's like my instincts are drawing me to them.

Colin chuckles. "Oh, I bet that was the only area that even interested you, my little perv."

Of course he knows this is the only place I even gave a shit about when we were looking at that stuff.

"Damn right," I say.

He's all smiles. "Lead the way."

I love how he lets me be the boss, until I need him to be my boss.

When we pass through a hall with private rooms on one side and stalls on another, I hear guys moaning, notice legs in the opening underneath. Another area has raised platforms and barriers with glory holes, where a few guys are blowing cock, really fucking going at it, like they're competing to see who can get their guy off first.

Colin reaches down and feels my crotch. "Mmm-hmmm," he says. "Maybe we should have done this sooner."

I reach over and feel his girth. "Like a steel rod," I note.

"I hope that hole's ready for it."

"Oh, it will be," I assure him as we round the corner into another hall, where guys are gathered around a few open doorways along the wall.

A rush of excitement courses through me, like right before I do the live streaming.

"This looks right," I whisper to Colin. There's the tiniest tremble in my belly as we near the doorways. About a dozen guys stand outside the first, where three guys make out on a matted floor, stroking each other's cocks. They're so fucking hot, they look like someone should have a camera out to shoot the porn they belong in. In the neighboring room, a beefy guy pounds a guy from behind, pushing him up against the wall, the guy calling out, which is clearly getting their audience worked up as they watch, stroking their cocks and muttering to each other about what a good bottom the guy is.

I can't help being envious, and as I turn to Colin, he steps up close behind me, whispering, "Don't worry. They just haven't seen what a good bottom you can be."

My cheeks warm. I'd be lying if I said I didn't need the encouragement.

And I'm glad Colin's so generous with it.

The next room over doesn't have anyone inside. Like the others, it's matted, but there are mirrors on every wall.

"Well, that's fucking hot," Colin mutters as he assesses the space.

"They must not realize this room is open. It's clearly the best one."

"Maybe some other guys just left. Come on. We gotta put on a show."

I'm equal parts eager and anxious. Colin must be able to tell because he rests his hand on the small of my back, guiding me onto the matted platform.

This is happening. This is really fucking happening…

As we get inside, I notice a rail along one of the walls. "Remind you of anything?" I ask as Colin hangs his towel on a rack by the door. I strip out of my towel too and set it on another beside his.

There are already some curious gazes at the doorway, peeking in to see what we're up to.

I haven't really thought this far out. Figured Colin and I would just do our thing, but now the pressure's really on. And even with just these eyes on us, I notice my cock isn't even a semi, but Colin is still like a stone.

"You good?" he asks, cupping my balls.

"Just nervous," I whisper. "What if I'm not able to perform?"

He smirks. "Oh, precious Ash. I don't think we have to worry about that."

He offers a kiss, slipping his tongue in. He just knows what to fucking do with that thing, and between that and the way he toys with my balls, it quickly becomes apparent I won't have any issues performing.

When he finishes massaging, his hand slides up to stroke me, and I take his cock in my grip. "You're so hard," I say between kisses.

"There's a way you can make it even harder."

I chuckle. I love that, even now, he's able to be Silly Colin, which reminds me again that as long as he's here with me, everything will be okay.

As I pull away from him, I notice guys crowding the doorway. I'm kind of shocked, considering they have two perfectly good shows going on next door, and Colin and I are just making out.

He glances over his shoulder, then back at me. "Everyone's here to see you get fucked," he says, which has my cock twitching. "So you ready to give your fans what they need?"

Between the audience at the doorway and Colin's chill attitude, I find it easy to let go of the anxieties I thought might overpower me.

And that eager part takes over, something feral in me lurching at him, taking his mouth, more aggressively this time. I nibble at his bottom lip, tugging at it between my teeth before releasing. Colin has his eyes closed, and I squat down, kissing between his pecs, trailing down his body as I get on my knees so that thick cock is in front of me.

I wet my lips before taking it in my grip and sliding my tongue along the side.

Colin moans as his hand rests on my head.

"Fuck, Ash," he mutters as I continue teasing him with my tongue.

"Look at this kid," I hear someone say outside, which only encourages me along as I continue working Colin's shaft, sliding my tongue along the side, then sucking along it.

"Fuck, you're killing me here," Colin mutters.

Makes me feel like I have him right where I want him. Just getting this dick on edge so that the only thing on Colin's mind is what he wants to do with it.

I slide the head into my mouth, running my tongue along the base of that cock as I open my mouth wider to take more of him.

I want to keep teasing him, but getting this much in, I become greedy, like I must get all of it in. I just go for it, gripping his ass cheeks as I demonstrate how far back I can take this thing. I want everyone to know I'm not an amateur with my stepbrother's dick.

"You can't do this to me if you want me in your ass too," Colin warns.

I don't just want him in my ass; I fucking need him in it.

I force myself to release his cock, licking along the base like I need to promise it—not Colin—that everything'll be okay if it's patient and waits to see where I plan to put it next.

Colin kneels in front of me, taking my mouth again, pushing up against me so our cocks thrust together, our hands wrapping around each other. When he pulls away, he whispers, "Put your legs around me."

I rock back, putting my weight on my palms as I sit on my ass and do as he says. Once my legs are secured at his waist, he wraps his arms around me, lifts me up, and pushes to his feet.

"Fuck, yeah," comes from the doorway.

Colin looks real damn proud of himself.

"Show-off," I tease, which makes him grin.

He carries me to the rail along the wall, and as though we choreographed this, I reach back and grip on.

"You gonna be able to get in me like this?" I ask.

"Is that a challenge?"

"You know it is, Big Man."

He smiles. "Keep these legs nice and tight around me. I got this." He retrieves the lube from the pouch on the lanyard and starts to grab for the condom.

"Wait," I say.

He stops, as if my words control his every movement.

A wicked thought has entered my mind, but the more I think about it, the more right it seems. "We both send each other our results after our STI panels," I remind him.

"Yes…"

"So unless one of us didn't share their last results or messed around with someone since then…"

His eyes widen. "You want me to fuck you raw?"

"Why do you keep using want when you know it's more than that? I mean, we were talking about a boyfriendposal the other day."

He licks his lips, and my body pulses with desire.

Now that I've said it, I'll fucking die if he wants to have me any other way. Of course, if he prefers to use protection, I'll respect that, but I love that I can read that expression and know we're fucking done with condoms.

Not just tonight, but for-fucking-ever.

I tighten my legs around him while he pumps some lube onto his fingers, then slides his hand between us, massaging my hole.

I'm thinking about what it's gonna feel like to have him in me, skin to skin…to feel that familiar sensation of him when he comes, but this time, without any barrier, just having him marking me, claiming me.

As he continues lubing me up, I relax against the rail, allowing myself to enjoy his tease before peeking at our growing audience. There must be at least fifteen guys out there now, and some are starting to crawl in to make room for the others, maybe get a better show for themselves.

When Colin's fingers pull away, he gets some more lube for his cock, tucks the lube into the lanyard pouch, then maneuvers himself against my hole. He licks his lips, this determined expression on his face, like he's on a mission now that he knows he gets to be inside me.

There's that pressure as he slides the head in.

"Fuck yeah, give it to him," someone mutters from nearby, echoing what I was about to beg for.

Colin's lips twist up as he obeys, guiding himself in.

My body welcomes him, and I close my eyes, allowing myself to feel every fucking beautiful inch. "Just like that, Col. Take this fucking greedy hole."

I don't know what the hell is coming over me, but between what we're doing and feeling Colin inside me like this, I'm so fucking hungry for him to be buried in me already.

He feeds me every sweet inch until I feel him sliding right up against my prostate.

The pleasure bursts through me so fast, I arch my back, feeling a warmth against my abs. I open my eyes, noticing the precum leaking. Colin swipes his hand through it and raises it to his mouth, giving it a lick, watching me like he wants me to see him feeding himself.

The guys around us are whispering to each other, and I can hear how much this is driving them wild— we're driving them wild.

As Colin finishes with his snack, he thrusts back that final inch, my nerves shooting sensation through me, forcing my mouth open as I gasp from the intensity of the pleasure that's coursing through my veins.

"God, you're harder than usual now," I say. "Keep it right there."

"Whatever you want, little bro."

He stills, and I rock my hips, sliding him in and out.

He closes his eyes, now his turn to revel in pleasure as I tend to that cock that's been so good to me.

My arms are getting a fucking workout, but the way he's holding me means I'm not having to put much weight on them. I roll my hips, pushing in and out, really trying to get him out to the head before slamming down so everyone can see I'm not intimidated by my bro's big cock.

The more we get into it, the more I'm able to speed up my movements.

Colin fucking deserves this.

For understanding me the way he does.

For how good he is at giving me his cock.

For how good he's been at intuiting my desires.

Now it's my turn.

"You want to fuck me, don't you?" I ask.

"Oh yes. Fuck yes. Please, Ash."

"Not yet, but when you do, I want you to just lose your fucking mind. I want a fucking animal. Just take me like the hole that I am. Tell me you understand."

"I understand."

I stop my movements, leaving him hanging in suspense, his expression twisting up. "Fucking God, Cruel Ash."

But I can tell by the strain in his voice he's right where I want him, and I won't torture him anymore.

"Fuck me, Colin."

It's just what I'd hoped for, all this pent-up frustration and excitement slamming against me in a moment. His hands grip my thighs firmly as he pounds my hole like he's never fucking pounded it before, the slaps echoing through the room.

Sensation spirals through me. Intoxicating bursts on a spectrum of excitement. I'm fucking delirious with pleasure as my body twists and jerks with his movements, the rail revealing its age as it squeals.

As I survey the room, I can barely see straight, just faint images of eager eyes and smiles, men grabbing at their crotches to pleasure themselves.

All because of our little show.

"Just like that, Col. Drill me."

As he picks up the pace, really getting in me deep, my moans are so loud, it's like I'm calling out to alert the whole damn bathhouse about how good I'm getting it .

Colin leans close, taking a kiss. Our tongues work in a frenzy, and every kiss is a reward for how good Colin's giving it to me.

He kisses and fucks me until we're both thrusting together in a wild fit of chaos.

My arms are really starting to wear out, so I release the rail and hook them around Colin's neck, tugging him close.

"Fuck me…right here…on the floor," I tell him.

Colin's his usual cautious self, getting on his knees carefully. I can feel him starting to lay me on my back when I say, "I want to be on top."

"Gonna wear this dick out tonight, aren't you?" he asks before licking up my lips.

He chuckles, and I notice the sweat soaking his bangs. I run my fingers through them. "Just giving you a little break." I wink before sticking my fingers in my mouth, tasting his sweat.

His eyes widen with desire.

He pushes his legs out before lying back.

I take another glance at our audience. A lot of guys have moved into the room, surrounding us in a semicircle. Others are packed at the door.

Colin must notice too because he says, "And you were worried about…?"

"Shut it."

I love this, how we can be doing this in front of all these guys, but we can still be silly, ridiculous Colin and Ash.

He thrusts up into me, and I roll my head back, really enjoying it, but I have other plans.

"No, no," I say. "Just stay still. Let me."

He obeys, and I get to work, rocking my ass back and forth. This hole is just to serve him. Just to get him to the end.

"Fuck, Ash…you feel so good. I love being in you like this."

"I love it too," I confess.

I rock back and really give the guys a show, letting them see how I can work Colin's cock.

Between everyone watching and the way he's striking my prostate, I know I can't last much longer. But I want to give these guys an epic finale. I don't want to let them down. Not when they were so good to come and watch us.

"Colin, when I say, just take me," I whisper. "Like a fucking wolf in the goddamn woods. Don't hold anything back. Have your way with me, please."

I don't know why that sounds like I'm begging when it's something I'm sure he's game for, but he looks me in the eyes, his expression serious as he nods, like he gets how important this is to me.

I pump his cock with my ass a few more times, waiting for the right moment, glancing around at my audience, reading the anticipation in their faces.

Feels like a gut instinct, something in sync with them as I whisper to Colin, "Now."

It's like a tornado tears through. I'm moving with Colin and the room's spinning before he's got me on my back on the mat. I hook my legs around him as he seizes my wrists, pinning them out to the sides as he gives me his all.

His mouth shoves up against mine—tongue, teeth going wild as he growls into my mouth.

I only break from kisses to holler out my pleasure as he drills in just the right place.

This is what I wanted everyone to see. Colin's fucking is all his desire and passion. He's worshipping me with his all, and they're free to enjoy watching what my body does to this man.

When he pulls back to give it even harder, I notice the guys at the door, two of whom I recognize from the show they were putting on in the neighboring room. Fuck, I was envious of them, and here they had to come and see what was up with us.

Colin tears into my hole like a sex beast, and my back arches.

"I'm about to—" he warns.

"Do it. I want you to come first. So I can have it in me when I shoot."

He leans back as he drills, that fourth-quarter sweat just pouring off his bangs when he finally offers a series of jerks, his expression twisting up, assuring me he's filling me up.

It's all Colin deep in me. I'm fucking his now; he's claimed me in a way no man ever has.

And I fucking love it.

"Oh fuck yes," I say as he keeps thrusting. It's driving me wild with his hands binding my wrists at my sides so I can't end my agony with a stroke, but a powerful thrust from him takes me over the edge. I call out as my cum bursts from my cock, and I feel warmth streak across me, up to my chin.

Colin doesn't let it stay there long as he laps it up, still fucking the cum out of me, and I can hear the gasps and "Holy shit!" as everyone gets to see what feels like a never-ending load, as I just keep shooting in ropes across my abs.

Colin's lips are at my neck in no time, collecting some of the cum that shot up, and as he pulls out, he laps me up—surely everyone who's watching thinking how fucking greedy it is for one man to drink up all of me for himself.

"Take it all, Col. Every drop."

I lie still, reveling in satisfaction as he licks and nibbles, fucking worships every ounce of me for our loyal audience.

I was wrong about not belonging here. Feels like this is exactly where I belong.

On this floor.

Filled with Colin's cum, with him eating mine off me.

With eager eyes taking it all in.

Blissed out and depleted, I could die in this moment, and I'm wondering how the fuck I could ever be happier than I am right now.