Gay Sauna Sex by Alex Carbine
This story contains description of sex between consulting adults, however they do not take the precautions of 'safe sex' that is most advisable in real life. Never share 'toys'. Always wear a condom.
All characters, events and locations are imaginary, however if you think you know who and where, keep it to yourself!
I don't know why I did it, but this time, before I went out for the evening, I inserted one of my buttplugs up my arse. I have a selection, and the one I chose was not so big that I had to 'shit it out' after a few minutes; it was a red jelly one which was reasonably long, but fairly slender. I have on previous occasions worn larger ones internally for the whole day, but my ring tends to become uncomfortable and swollen after that length of time, and that was the last thing I wanted tonight.
I had decided earlier that I would visit my favourite gay sauna as I had not been there for some weeks and wanted to catch up on the gossip. I caught a local train and, sitting down in one of those open, no compartment carriages, began to read my evening paper. After a few minutes the train reached the first of three stops before my destination. I looked up as three or four new passengers entered the train - two girls and a boy, and a young man, probably a student at the University on the outskirts of town. The youngsters sat at the far end of the carriage and were boisterously noisy as youngsters can be when excited and on their way out to somewhere. The young man sat on his own, choosing to sit in the seat on the opposite side of the carriage to me. He was well dressed, wearing expensive clothes, and had a thatch of light coloured hair. He was looking out of the window as I took in his clean, polished shoes, his trousers - not jeans, his collared shirt and dark jacket, and his long, well manicured fingers. I returned my gaze to my newspaper and continued to read.
"Excuse me," said a voice - it was the young man! He moved closed to the centre aisle and to me and, smiling, said, "I am new to the town. I notice you have an evening paper. Does it have an entertainment section? I am not sure what is happening in town at the moment." I looked at him and smiled back. His eyes dropped to the ground momentarily and then came back to mine and he smiled again at me. I immediately felt how alone he was. I moved along my seat to the centre aisle saying, "Yes, of course." I started to go through the newspaper to the relevant section, but stopped when he said, "Are you off out on the town yourself?" I stopped ruffling the paper and looked him straight in the eye, again with a smile. "Yes, I am off for a sauna. It's a luxury I like to treat myself to every now and then." He just nodded in a friendly way and I handed him the entertainment section from the paper.
As I continued to read on, he studied what I had given him. Suddenly I was aware that he had leaned across and was touching my knee to get my attention. "I am sorry to bother you again.. But what is having a sauna like? I have never had one. I have often wondered what it would be like." His hand retreated but he remained leaning forward so that I would not have to raise my voice over the sound of the train. I put my paper down beside me and leaned closer to his head. He did not move away. "I go to a man only sauna, where we all wear towels, or not, and there is a hot steam room, a dry heat room, a big Jacuzzi bath, a nice coffee bar where you can get snacks and drinks, and small rooms where you can rest if you want." He nodded with understanding and sat back in his seat. The train slowed, then stopped at the next station. The youngsters scrambled off giggling, pushing and the door slammed. Other doors slammed and then we were on our way again with a jerk. I felt he was looking at me and I looked up from my paper. He smiled and nodded at me. I took a decision. "Would you like to come with me and try a sauna tonight?" His smile did not waver. He blinked once and then said, "Why not. I would be pleased to. Thank you. My name is Eric. And you are.." His voice trailed off leaving the question open. "Alex." I replied. "Very pleased to meet you," he said and held out his hand in the traditional, formal greeting. I grasped his hand and felt quite electrified. He gave a good, firm grip as we shook hands, and his smile never left his face, not did his eyes leave mine. The train started to slow and I said, "This is our stop then." We both rose to our feet as the train came to rest and he opened the door for me. I waited on the platform as he exited the train and closed the door. Together we walked from the station to the Sauna, some eight hundred yards, without a word. "Here we are," I said, pointing to the illuminated sign of Hollands Men Only Sauna, and held the door open for him to enter. He faltered, as if unsure. "It's OK," I said, "and you can leave anytime you want. And the station's just down the road, so you can get back to your digs very easily." He shrugged slightly and smiled again, and went past me into the reception area.
I signed us both in, paying for both of us, collecting both our towels and showed him into the changing area. There the walls are lined with large lockers for clothes and benches down the middle to sit on. I opened our lockers with the keys given us, and gave him one of them. The keys are on springy coiled plastic so you can wear them and keep them safe. I started to undress and he followed my lead, carefully folding his clothes before neatly stacking them inside his locker. I stripped down to my jockstrap and put my clothes into my locker. One of my socks fell out so I bent down to pick it up. I heard his intake of breath and realised he had seen the 'T' bar of my buttplug 'in situ'. I stood up and put the sock in my locker, then turned round to him. His face and neck were showing signs of a slight blush. He was holding his towel infront of him and he was obviously at a loss to say anything. Then he stammered "That's a nice jockstrap you're wearing. I have only seen sports models. That is obviously a fashion extra.. I prefer thongs myself." His hands moved and I could see the small white pouch covering his balls and cock. The thin fabric it was made of was almost totally see-through, and I could clearly see the ridge of his cock head, mainly because he had a semi-hardon and his cock was big, pointing towards his left hip, and constrained by the shape of the pouch. I nodded to him in appreciation and then took off my jock. I am not big but have a decent 6 inches, which at that time was jutting out from me at half mast. I watched as he pushed his thong down towards his knees. His cock stayed with the fabric until it finally broke loose with a jump and sprang up at me. I looked at his cock 'eye to eye' so as to speak. He grinned as he saw my cock stiffen and put his hands on his hips. Then, with his legs slightly apart, he rocked his hips back and forwards in a fucking motion, making his cock and balls swing to and fro. I watched for a few thrusts and then picked up my towel and wrapped it round me. "I can see you are going to be full of surprises," I said. He laughed and said, "You're full of a surprise at the moment. What is that thing you have in your bottom?" "It's a buttplug. I wear it because I like the feeling of having something there." I replied. "Oh," he said, "Do you, um.." "Do I have anal sex?" I prompted him. "Yes. (a pause) Do you?" he said, genuinely interested. "Yes, sometimes." I replied. "Does it hurt, having a ..." "Having something stiff up my bum? No. Not if my ring has been stretched beforehand." I said. He nodded and considered what I had just said, then looked up at me and said, "And so that's why you.. OK now I understand." He stood there nodding as the pennies dropped mentally. "Let's go for a sauna," I suggested gently. He wrapped his towel round his middle and followed me, scratching at the erect outline of his cock through the towelling.
Passing from the changing rooms brought us into a fairly large open room, containing a plunge pool, a raised Jacuzzi, and a shower stall with four jets. Around this room were doors and corridors leading to two steam saunas, two dry saunas, some of the rest rooms, and a spiral staircase up to the next floor. I made for the showers and left my towel on the hooks to one side. The curtains were drawn across the shower stall entrance and I could hear water running. Eric hung his towel up as well and I pulled back the curtain to enter.
There were two 30 year olds taking a shower. One was standing, arms outstretched against the wall, his hands either side of the shower mixer tap and the other sitting on the floor, both under the pressure stream of two jets of water. The traces of shower gel foam were just disappearing down the central drainhole. The one standing had a magnificent hard-on, ten inches and veined, which the other had hold of with one hand, his mouth sliding back and forth along its length whilst his other hand stroked his own very hard cock. He looked up at me and nodded recognition, not missing a stroke. The other one, standing, had his head back almost touching his shoulder blades, and was completely oblivious to his surroundings, totally absorbed in the feeling of his friend's mouth sliding up and down his cock and round his helmet. I motioned to Eric to come in and turned on the other two showers. Eric's cock was now rock hard, as was mine. I wet myself down and soaped myself over with the shower gel from the soap dispensers between the showers. Then with a large dollup of gel I carefully washed my arse-crack, balls, cock and cock head. Eric was washing himself as well, but slowly, totally entranced by the actions of the other two. I took a handful of gel and ran one hand along his cock whilst the other went into his arse-crack. He turned his head and looked at me, nodded and then went back to watching the other two. As I lathered Eric's cock and arsehole the lad stood up, his friend also took a handful of gel and mirrored what I was doing to Eric. I pushed my finger against Eric's backdoor. He moved his legs slightly apart and with a little push my finger entered his hole. They faced each other as we slowly wanked and finger-fucked our partners in unison. I could feel Eric's ring gripping my finger in spasms and knew that he was near to coming. I withdrew my finger and stopped wanking his cock as it was too soon for him to cum. There would be plenty of opportunity later on in his visit. The other lads stopped as well. One turned and leaned facing the wall as his friend had been earlier. His partner, who had just been finger fucking him, moved behind and, positioning his stiff rod with one hand, held onto his partner's hip with the other hand. As Eric and I watched from one side we saw his rigid ten inched slowly disappear between his friends arse- cheeks. When he was fully in he just stood there. I could see his friend's cock bouncing up and down as he clenched his ring muscle round the base of the intruder in his guts, his cock-head flaring at each clench of his sphincter. Then his mate started to piston back and forward slowly, his cock sliding in and out as the water cascaded over us all. Eric moved forward , knelt down and slid his hand over the appearing and disappearing cock, letting it slide in and out past his fingers. His other hand moved round to the front and he felt the lad's balls as they swung. Cupping the balls he put his fingers into a 'V' and felt the rim of the arse-hole ridge and dip as the hardness of the other's cock reamed in and out. For a minute or so Eric savoured the situation he was experiencing then he realised that the cock laying on his forearm was spurting spunk. He gently squeezed and massaged the balls in his hand as shot after shot of white pumped onto his arm. Then it was the lad's mate who stiffened. He pulled out of his friend and laid his cock onto of his mate's arse-crease. Eric took hold of it and wanked it furiously, still holding the other's balls as his mate began spitting cum at him. The first load shot along his mate's back. Eric lent his head over so that his head was laying on the lad's back. He had a clear view as the second load shot out of the purple head and onto his nose and mouth. He continued to wank and watch as several more shots hit his face. He licked his lips, and felt the slippery, jelly-like substance on his tongue. It was not a new taste as he had tasted his own cum, but it was the first time he had tasted someone else's. Then everyone was standing up and grinning at each other. Hands went to the soap dispensers, and the shower water washed the last remains of the two lad's cum down the drain. It was time for us to move on.
We made our way across the tiled floor, past the plunge pool to one of the steam rooms. With our towels hung on the pegs next to three other towels we went through the condensation covered glass door. At first it was quite dark in the small room, but then my eyes grew accustomed to the dim. There were ten seats in all. One in each corner and two seat in- between them. I knew not to sit in the left-hand corner as the steam generator was beneath it and the heat resulting steam was too hot to bear. The two corners opposite the door were occupied as was one of the right-hand side seats. We sat down in the seats opposite the door. Eric was able to take in the modern modular construction of the steam room. The walls, ceiling and seats were totally made out of moulded plastic, with a tiled floor. His gaze wandered to the other occupants. Three young studs of about 23 years were enjoying the heat. The one sitting to Eric's left on the wall had his hands over his cock and balls, his legs straight out and his head tilted back against the wall, with his eyes closed. The lad sitting next to my left shoulder in the corner was in the process of wiping the sweat off his arms and body. I could see that he had four inches of soft, cut meat between his slightly open legs. I shifted my body a little so that our legs rubbed together. He did not move his leg out of the way. I turned and smiled at him, as he did to me. He looked down at my cock then back up at my eyes and nodded a couple of times with a smile. I could feel myself thickening and gave my cock and balls a scratch to make myself feel more comfortable. His eyes followed each movement my hands were making. He was obviously interested. Eric took all this in then looked down at the crutch of the lad sitting immediately to his right. He was a broad shouldered lad and their arms were touching. He was sitting in the corner seat with his legs apart a little. Eric was surprised to see that the lad's right hand was gently stroking his semi-hard cock quite openly. As Eric watched the lad pulled his foreskin back to reveal the glans in full. Eric's eyes moved to the lad's face. The lad's eyes were looking at his. He had a quirky smile on his face. Eric moved his gaze to the steam clouded door, but after a few seconds could not help letting his eyes wander back to the lad's cock. It was now fully hard and the lad was wanking the helmet slowly with two fingers and a thumb. Again Eric looked at the lad's eyes. They were fixed on his as before, and the lad then gave him a toothy grin. "You're new here, aren't you?" the lad said, continuing his lazy wank. Eric could feel his cock stiffening, and cupped his balls and cock with one hand whilst he shifted the cheeks of his arse on the plastic moulded seat. He gave a small, nervous nod to the lad, not trusting his voice in the small room, then was distracted by movement from the lad on his left sitting on the wall. He sat up straight and moved his hands onto his legs, revealing his thick, erect eight inch dick. I gave an involuntary grunt of surprise and admiration which made Eric look at me. I shrugged at him and started to wank my half hardon into maturity. The lad on my left reached his right hand over and took over, gently teasing me to full hardness. Eric felt a soft hand on his cock. His head snapped round to the lad on his right, who gave him an obviously quizzical look, but did not stop gently massaging Eric's hardening rod. Eric was now aware that all the others in the steam room were wanking rock hard cocks, either their own, or someone else's. He gave the lad a couple of nods, relaxed, lay back against the plastic wall, and straightened his legs out infront of him. His cock stood up proudly before him as the lad's left hand gently wanked it's whole length, whilst his right hand wanked his own at the same time. "I'm, Simon," said the lad, "and these are my friends Mike (nodding towards the lad on the wall) and Terry (nodding towards the lad in the corner next to me)." I could see that Eric was completely speechless and replied with our names. "Well Eric, I hope you are liking your first visit here. I certainly am." Eric was totally absorbed with the wank Simon was giving him. He just nodded, his eyes closed. Then he felt someone standing over his legs. He opened his eyes to find Mike's cock pointing at him. Mike's feet were either side of Eric's stretched out legs, and his hand was sliding up and down his thick eight inches causing his purple helmet to appear and disappear under his loose foreskin. His balls rocked to and fro. Then, as I watched, his strokes became faster and more urgent. His stomach muscles started to clench and he leaned his head back so that his cock jutted out more towards Eric. Then his hand really started to move. His other hand moved between the cheeks of his arse, and I bet myself he was fingering his ring. He let out a grunt of "I'm cumming," and then let flying several strings of sperm over Eric's chest, stomach and cock. Each time he pumped his hand back to the root of his cock another burst of cum broke from the tip, which now looked like the cheeks of a baby's bottom. Eric was transfixed by what he was seeing. Thick shots of jism were shooting out of the end of this young man's knob and onto his chest. He reached up to his chest and felt a lump of cum, then rubbed it in, enjoying the lubricated feeling it gave. Simon continued to wank him, but the couple of shots of Mike's cum which had landed on Eric's cock now allowed his clenched fist to slide up and down the whole length of Eric's ridges staff, slipping over the tender edges of his glans. Eric rested his head against the wall behind him. Another's hand cupped his balls and started to squeeze them gently as Simon's wank became more urgent. He could feel he was going to explode. The muscles on his outstretched legs tightened and knotted. He gripped the edges of his seat. "Yes! Oh Yes! Oh Yes!" he gasped in time to the pumping hand. His balls were squeezed in rhthym. Then he could feel his arse hole really tighten and then the familiar muscular spasms started. We all stopped and watched as he emptied his balls. Simon leaned over him and let him plaster his face with sperm. Eric pumped and pumped and each time his spunk hit Simon's face. Ten times he bucked and then cried out "No more!" his hand stopping Simon from giving him any more of the delicious torture of orgasm. I turned to Terry who had been wanking me. He stood up and went over to Simon. Simon's neck and face was literally covered in white lumps of spunk and a streaky sticky fluid. Terry held Simon's head by cupping his ears, and then started to lick his friends face, cleaning the mess off and swallowing it. Simon was also licking as far round his own mouth as he could. Their tongues found each other and they began to deep kiss each other. Terry knelt over Simon's lap, they were both rock hard. From where I was sitting I could just make out a dark area where Terry's arsehole was. I stood up and moved round behind him. My stiff dick got stiffer with excitement as I realised the Terry was also a buttplug lover. I reached over to him and cupped my hand over the plug, buried deep inside him. My fingertips brushed behind his balls. I gave the 'T' bar of his plug a little pull and then a push. Terry broke away from kissing his friend and, turning slightly to me said, "wank my arse." I took hold of the plug and started to pull and push it so that the final ridge on the plug moved back and forth through his sphincter muscle. Terry went back to his deep kiss and with my other hand I reached between his legs and started to wank Simon's stiffy. The tip of his glans appeared and disappeared as my fist pulled his loose foreskin back and forth. I could feel myself cumming and let go Simon's prick to wank my own. With only a few strokes I was jetting all over Terry's arsecrack and Simon's cock. My spunk dripped off the back of Terry's balls. I reached in and wiped his balls and cock with my hand, and then Simon's cock. His rigid fuckstick was slick with my fluids. Terry turned again and said, "take it out", which I did, then, whilst I held Simon's stiff cock still, Terry lowered himself down onto it. Simon's cockhead slid into Terry's arsehole with no bother. I knelt down and watched as Simon's manhood slowly buried itself right up to the hilt, then Terry started moving himself up and down on it, holding onto Simon's neck with both hands, whilst he rocked back and forth on his knees. Eric was still recovering from his orgasm, so I knew it must be Mike who was behind me feeling up between my legs for my balls and stiff cock. He started to wank me whilst his other hand had found my buttplug in its' socket. I spread my legs apart a bit more to help him. He took my plug out and continued to massage my balls and cock. Then I felt one of his fingers work its way into my bumhole and begin to fuck it. Then it was two fingers sliding in and out of me. I was just beginning to feel uncomfortable without any lubrication up my arse when his fingers retreated, only to be replaced by his now hard-again dick. "You can't, I'm too dry'" I gasped, then realised that he was slipping up and down my shit shute with ease. I looked round to see he was holding a torn-open sachet of starters. He fucked me slowly and with consideration. I could feel his low swinging balls hit mine as he dug in deep, and although he pulled out most of his length, he never came out of me entirely. His hands held my hips in the classic man-to-man fuck stance, pulling me back onto his rod. As his climax neared I could feel the edge of his glans increase in size and hardness, until I could imagine it actually scraping the inside of my love tube. Then he quickened for a few strokes and came hard and fast inside me, pushing himself deep into me with each stroke and spasm. I felt the sudden heat of his cum, and the slickness it brought to his fucking, and then he bent over onto my back and lay there gathering his breath. I looked up to see the base of Simon's cock was ringed with spunk as Terry humped himself up and down on it. I did not know whether it was my spunk or what, when Simon bucked several times as he came. Terry continued to ride the fuckstick, and the base of this cock became coated thicker and thicker with more cum. Then, after a dozen or more strokes, Simon half hard cock popped out of Terry's hole, and lay to one side. Terry held his breath and pushed, and the remaining spunk dripped out of his bum onto Simon's rapidly diminishing cock. "Fuck that was good," said Terry to no one in particular, and stood up on the seats, then stepped down onto the floor. He took one step towards the door and then slipped in the pools of cum that had amassed from our session. Almost falling over he said, "I'm for the showers and then a drink. You lot for the same?" Eric and Mike helped me back onto my feet as my knees had almost locked on the tiling floor, and then we all got Simon moving.
It was a marvellous start to a regular date with Eric and myself at the local sauna.