Just Another Hot Bottom Among Many Others

It was Friday night at the Steamworks and it was surprisingly quiet...ah, how I long for the old days when one had to push his way through the crowded corridors of a favorite bathhouse, but I digress...there are only about 6 or 7 doors open and those rooms are occupied by bottoms, and another thing...they are all hot bottoms, one particular tattoo'ed number and another is a downright muscle bottom, and yet another is what the late, great Boyd McDonald used to call a 'young collegiate,' nice-looking, butt up and ready for all cummers. Too much competition...I'll never get laid, that's what I thought. But before long, I welcomed the first hook-up, a slender older guy (balding, anyway...although his body was fairly intact) with a slender dick...but he was more interested in sucking mine...mine was limp, not much more than a stubby thick stump, but he nibbled on it for a good 30 minutes...and oh yeah, he fucked me while wearing a condom, although that rod never really got rock hard. It looked big enough but truth to tell, I never felt it. An hour passed. I hit the playrooms, mostly looky-loo's and guys into gloryholes, not my scene. Back in my room, a tall type with curly dark hair, a real Goliath, stood at the door, and gradually edged himself in.
'Ya got poppers?' Indeed I did...I had Fist, highly recommended by porn god Jerek and purchased on the internet. This top, fueled by Fist, plowed my ass deeply and thoroughly, with my head banging against the wall such that I had to place the pillow against the wall to keep from getting a broken neck. This fucking went on for a good ten minutes, and then ended abruptly. It was a fair fuck...and I felt lucky to have been fucked at all, since there were all those other hot bottoms out there, most of them...maybe all of them...younger than I.
I hit the playroom again, spent some time in the sling, and some time on the fuckbench...but nobody was interested. After 30 minutes, I was pretty sure that everybody at the Steamworks that night had seen me, so I went back to my room. After about 15 minutes on my belly, arching my back provocatively...it was Goliath, back for round two. Goliath fucked me good and hard...it seemed that he was good for a vigorous ten minutes or so, and abruptly he stopped and vacated, just as before. Ah, I really felt lucky...after all it didn't look all that promising when I had first arrived, and I had gotten a couple of good fucks in the course of a couple of hours. I stood up and felt filled up...could it be? Had Goliath shot his wad? I've written before that I usually I can't tell. I squatted on the floor and cupped my palm under my butthole and pushed out what turned out to be a decent load...a little bit of Goliath. Well, I really was a lucky man. As I left, I made one last round of the rooms and saw very little going on...it was getting attractively late and there still weren't many guys there...even most of the bottoms had bailed. Yeah, a lucky man indeed.