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A couple of weeks ago, I had a business meeting in London. I knew it would finish early but I was already committed to an evening train departure back home. So after my meeting had ended, I decided to visit Chariot's Shoreditch, the largest gay sauna in the city. I was under no illusions: I qualify for a free bus pass, and will never see a 34" waist again. I was just an old man, wanting a bit of physical contact.
The place to go was the dark room on the upper floor - a bit of cock without too much sight of a fat, flabby body (mine included).
After about an hour there, a young guy with Buddy Holly type glasses approached the dark room, nicely hairy but not too much. I reached out and felt him: nice, pert nipples; tight, smooth buttocks, and just a little precum on his uncut cock. I got closer to him and he did not shy away.
We kissed. At first he was a little hesitant, but I'm a good kisser (so I'm told!) and I worked his mouth and tongue skilfully. I knew I was turning him on: his cock was rock-hard. I glanced down at it - it was a beauty, pointing almost straight up with an upward curve on the shaft and a magnificent bell-end. His pubes were neatly trimmed.
I knelt down and took his cock in my mouth, licking out his piss-slit with the tip of my tongue. He seemed to like that and began thrusting forwards. I took his cock out of my mouth and began licking down his shaft, from his frenum to his ball-sac.
All the time I was encouraging him to touch and work my nipples. The more they are squeezed and twisted, the more aroused I get.
After about 15 minutes, the dark room was becoming pretty crowded, so I was not surprised when my guy broke off and moved outside the dark room for a breather. For the first time, I saw him in the dim light: he was beautiful. Black hair, which matched his spectacle frames; clean shaven, with quite long and perfectly trimmed sideburns - and a hairy body that had hair naturally sculpted in sensuous swirls. Youthful perfection. I was in awe.
Then I caught his eye and realised he was looking straight at me as I emerged from the darkness. He continued to look in my direction, and I realised that he wanted more from me, an old man. I moved across to him, and began kissing him with renewed energy. His cock was fully erect and hard (still with a lovely upward curve). I placed my hands on his buttocks and drew him closer to me.
I became oblivious of what else was happening in this more public area, but clearly we were attracting some attention from others. I felt my own arse being explored, and a hand came between us, exploring my cock and his. Instinct led me to press my body closer to his, as wordlessly I staked my claim on this beautiful man - and others had the decency to recognise my assertion.
Again I knelt beside him and took his cock in my mouth. I'm not an expert at deep-throating, but I took in as much of him as I could. I licked his balls: hairy, but not overly so. I took both his balls into my mouth at once - that seems to be a test of trust for any man, and this guy was happy to make himself vulnerable to me in this way. I licked his taint, the part of his body from his ball-sac towards his anus. All smelt and tasted musky and clean. I'm not usually one for rimming a guy, certainly not a complete stranger, but the thought was growing in my head...
Suddenly, he gently pulled me to my feet and I saw that he had a condom in his hand. He looked into my eyes and without a word being exchanged I realised I was going to give myself up to him. I'm 99% a top and for me to reverse roles is very, very unusual. But I seemed to fall into the eyes that were gazing confidently and masterfully at me. I was going to be fucked.
I felt the coolness of the lube as he reached behind me and applied it to my ring, and then inside my anus. I kissed him one last time and turned slowly, giving myself up, bending over to receive his cock.
He entered slowly, but then drove the rest of his cock in to the hilt. Too fast! I was overcome by a feeling of nausea - that's why I'm not a bottom, I remembered, my prostate objects and sends the wrong signals to the rest of my body. But I wanted him. And was happy to be split open by him, given a few moments.
I straightened up, and begged for a little more time to get used to his cock. We kissed passionately - I wasn't going to let him get away, thinking I didn't want him. I leant forward, preparing for another penetration. But he suggested we moved to one of the private cubicles, a couple of steps away.
We did that, closed the door and I found a couple of handy ledges at just the right height for me to bend over and take him inside me fully. I felt him slide into me (consumed with lust as I was, I still had the forethought to check I could feel the rim of the condom on his cock, but he was being a gentleman and behaving completely safely). I gasped with pleasure and began flexing my arse muscles, trying to suck him in further. The two human beings who entered the cubicle a few minutes before changed into a single, animal entity. I was crying out with passion, he was grunting with arousal, neither of us cared about what could be heard outside.
His thrusting became more energetic, his grunting deeper, I knew he was close to coming. I pushed back on him, grabbed his buttocks with my hands, and held him tightly up against me as his cock pulsed and the condom filled with his creamy passion.
We stayed in that position for perhaps a minute after, gathering our breath and also savouring the moment. I was filled; he was filling me. Exquisite.
Slowly then, we moved apart. His cock had become flaccid by then, so a goodly amount of slack was present on the condom. As the final part of the rubber emerged from my arse, it snapped back against him cock. The rubber was clean (thank goodness: I'd certainly not anticipated being fucked, so had taken no steps to "prepare" beforehand).
We kissed, this time slowly and sensually: the passion had been expended in the preceding minutes. I whispered to him, "You are only the second man I have ever wanted to have fuck me, and certainly the first to have ever succeeded. Thank you."
He smiled. And I knew our time together was drawing to a close.
"Will you tell me your first name?" I asked. He looked quizzically at me.
"Please, just your first name."
"Sylvan", he replied. And I realised he was French.
Was he a businessman, here in London just for a day or so? A tourist, maybe, who wanted to fuck an Englishman as part of his cultural experience?
In a gay sauna, you don't ask.
I simply reciprocated, "I'm Philip. Thank you."
We kissed one final time and then moved to the door. He turned right, I turned left.
A few minutes later, I was cruising on the lower floor and chanced on Sylvan again: he was heading for the lockers, to change and leave.
He looked deeply into my eyes and whispered, "Au revoir."
I replied, "Au revoir." Too choked with emotion to say anything else.
Hardly a "Brief Encounter" parting, but in many ways just as poignant.
I will never forget you, Sylvan.