Slutty Alice in Men’s Wonderland [M]+

My mate threw a board game party, low key and chill. He threw open his high-end booze cabinet, as long as we brought some too even if it were cheap. We wrapped up the night playing spyfall.crabhat.com. Basically, where one person is a spy who doesn’t know where he is, and no-one knows whom is who. So, the workers need to figure out the spy and the spy needs to figure out where they are. I headed off home on the train.

As the train crossed the harbour bridge headed into the Wynyard tunnel, I remembered there was a bar I’ve always wanted to visit it sounded cool, 357 Sussex, and I was horny and tipsy. All I knew is that it was queer. I get off at townhall station and walked the 3min to the bar. Up the stairs I went to be greeted with a giant leather weaved French door with a slim window on the side. Behind the window all I see are large horizontal shelves which seemed to be stacked with towels to infinitum with a warm hum of washing machines and dryers. I tell the clerk, “Hi the website said to tell you it’s my first time so you’ll introduce me.” So then he gives me the whole spiel with an entertained smirk. It’s a bath-house bar for gay men, only towels allowed beyond the changing rooms. So, I’m bisexual and I’m like, ‘oOO0oooo’. I pay the $26 cover charge and go in, pure entertained by the concept and curiosity.

I am 22, a fair complexioned Arab with 5 years martial arts. The moment I start undressing in the change rooms I feel eyes on me. I’ve never felt so vulnerable in my life. But I shoulder it cos I’m horny and I’m like what else this place got? I hang everything that was on my body in the locker except for the silver necklace that sits elegantly on my left wrist and my second sexier necklace around my neck. I call that one my slut chain, because I have had women and men alike sleep with me only because they were impressed by how well it sat on my body. Craziest part is that my conservative mother gave it to me as it has Islamic prayers in it to ward me off from sin. hahahahahahah

I wrap the towel around the lowest part of my happy trail to act as a tease. I’m cocky like that, despite feeling like Alice in Wonderland, naive and as nervous as the first time a girl let me touch her boobs. As I walk out the change rooms, I see a clock, it’s 10:30pm, I make a mental note and walk around the corner; lo and behold it’s the most beautiful sauna I’ve ever been in Sydney. Albeit, being Sunday night it seemed a little dead.

The jacuzzi is huge and full of soap, the coal sauna is massive with multiple seating arrangements. But it’s dark, everywhere dark. Only dim lighting which was very similar to what you can see in the Atomic Blonde movie posters and John Wick but darker; very much so a similar colour palette though. As I take all this in, I look to my left I realise it’s an open shower and there’s two guys on their knees facing a third who seems in total ecstasy. I see that and I’m instantly turned on, but I can’t get hard. My heart is pumping, my biceps twitching. I’m already in fight/flight mode and the sex the place oozes is being interpreted as mixed signals. I mean, everything here is absolutely premium in quality. They had water proof 40” TVs at intervals all playing exclusive smooth gay porn.

I find a hook, take off my towel, and muster what courage I have and strut confidently to an open shower (fake it till you make it). I wave the shower on, then wave some soap and I lather up slowly to put on a show to make it look like I know what I’m doing. I catch a man’s attention, he’s at least 40 years old, luckily, he didn’t approach when we made eye contact. Pre sure he saw the hesitation in my eyes. He just leaned nicely on the wall a couple meters near me and started jerking off slowly while drinking me up with his eyes. Now that, I liked very much. I smiled to keep him there in place.

I lathered my chest, popping one Pec at a time. Then popped both when I got down to my abs and then my happy trail. The man was fucking rock hard, another person noticed the show and joined him in stroking off. I was mad proud that I caught the attention anyone let alone two men. I felt like I belonged and slowly my anxiety disappeared, and my dick started getting hard. That’s when I cheekily smiled at them both and washed off the soap. I thanked them for watching and picked my towel off the hook throwing on my shoulder. And I walked off past them still dripping wet into the sauna to hide and chill. I‘ve had my fill. I had a massive grin on my stupid face.

I found a spot where no one can sit next to me, it was a bit of a high seat. Luckily the tv they ALSO had embedded in the sauna’s wooden wall was on playing cute gay porn. I put my towel down, on the seat, feeling the high of the little exhibitionism, I didn’t bother covering up. Sat down on the hot wood, laid back on the hot panel, closing my eyes, and revelled in my ongoing experience. A couple moments later I heard someone come in. They walked past me but suddenly stopped. They back again, then again. I peeked a little, it was this horny 19 year old skinny white boy. He put a hand on my knee a for a sec, and I knew what he wanted. I closed my eyes and didn’t react, so he took it as consent. His hand traced my thighs, till it found my cock then he began stroking my now chubby cock slowly. I felt powerful. He wanted to please me. I grew in his hand, and he was so proud of himself, bless him, he knelt to give me head, but I recognised the shuffling in time to stop him. Even if it is only oral, condoms are always necessary ladies and gents. You can still catch oral STDs even though short term. He was disappointed and moved on hurt by the rejection with a wry smile, I said “Thanks mate” as he walked away which felt very entertaining to say. I let the heat sweat out my remaining anxiety putting me into ‘that’ headspace. When I felt ready, I left the sauna and back into the wet-space.

There was a red staircase in the centre of the area, and from it I discovered the venue all together four levels. They had a full array of all the scenarios I’ve ever imagined and seen in porn; all available. Both private and exhibitionist/group play variations. This both impressed and terrified me; how deep does this rabbit hole go? There were condom dispensers everywhere alongside soap dispensers filled with lube and neat little underneath, everything appropriately out of sight yet within almost literally arms reach.

I found a regular booth with a bed and mirrors for walls on the second floor, put the red/yellow lights to max which is still dim, and kept the door open. I did the only thing I knew how to do up to that point; put on a show. I sat on the bed end of the bed, with one leg spilling off the bed, facing the door. I lean back on the wall and start masturbating to my reflection. A couple of guys walked past, but I reeled in only one fish who stood outside drinking me in. I checked him out, he was an athletically built south-east Asian, after a couple of minutes of this steamy show and tell, I stood up and pulled him into the room by his towel then pushed him to his knees leaving the door open. I gave him what he wanted.

I grabbed a condom, put it on his lips, and pushed myself in. Omg, I can’t believe I made that up on the spot. I felt like the Da’Vinci of getting my dick wet. And he moaned so satisfyingly when I held him by his hair. This all caught the attention of another guy outside, and after a bit, another. Till there were four gentlemen behind the athlete in front of me who’s worshiping me. I was eying them out one by one while I made to this man’s lips. I started ghost cumming, my mind was already at the destination by body only started catching up (I also suspect the condoms had a numbing additive). I picked the cutie up, threw him on the bed and I kneeled on top of him making sure everyone can see the best view of my asshole as they could. I wanted the attention now more than anything. And I was still cumming, it was like a bubbling spa of dopamine/endorphins in my mind.

I started bobbing in his lap, feeling cock run all along my tongue and down my throat. I felt even stronger and more powerful. I was dictating the whole encounter, and athlete was my willing prey. But I won’t lie to you, I didn’t know what I was doing anymore, it was so satisfying to have a dick in my mouth and his was a perfect 4” with girth of thing ring you make when you close your index finger and thumb. The rubbery condom was so sexy on his cock and let me just loose myself lapping up his girth and shaft. Oh, don’t forget the breeze from the bustling behind me flowing through my twitchy hungry asshole and around my swinging cock and balls. Athlete soon had both his hands pressing hard on his face which encouraged to come out of my fugue and focus on seducing his cock to give up its pearls. I heard a groan behind me, and the consequent spilling hit the floor behind me, this trigger another to follow near immediately after but I heard splashing on skin. Those two could’ve been playing with each by that point. I giggled into athletes’ cock; I was soo fucking proud. I think the snickering pissed him off, perhaps I wasn’t focusing on him anymore, because he held me by the face, and he began thrusting deliberately slowly as I bobbed and sucked his cock.

He was there, I knew it, I felt it, he just needed to break free. His hands clasped on my head, his abs tensed and shook, his voice became three, so I buried my hands under each cheek and squeezed firmly. Then I pulled him in as far as could, his whole length, and rocked my face side-to side rubbing it into him, feeling his hot skin against my mind. Only then, did he spasmed and jerk into a slight arch. His voice didn’t change though, it was still three, but when I some come splash on the bed decide me, I realised why. Fucking perfect.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/basn4x/slutty_alice_in_mens_wonderland_m