Sauna Encounter 3
On my two previous visits to a gay sauna I had seen, but not used, a sling, positioned in the mirror room in which I ad sucked off two guys. I was keen to use this facility -- but how to go about it?
I arrived at the sauna mid-afternoon. It was fairly busy, with most private rooms occupied, some with hopeful men on their own, some with the door firmly closed and the sounds of sex emerging dimly from behind them.
I had a quick look into the sling / mirror room, but it was empty. I went over to the sling, hanging so invitingly from the ceiling, leg and wrist restraints teasing my erotic imagination.
I decided to head for the cinema room initially. When I entered it was empty. I sat on the bench and watched the film, where an apparently straight bridegroom was being serviced by his best man, their wedding clothes half off, the groom leaning against the hotel room wall as his best man plundered his hole. Mildly diverting as this was, I hoped for something more real.
A couple of guys came in, looked around, then left. After a few minutes a slightly chubby blond guy came in, watched the film for minute or so from the door, then came and sat beside me. My towel was on, and so was his, and his erection was as visible as mine. I let my towel fall open, as if my accident, revealing my tumescent cock. The blond reached over, and I leant back as he wrapped his hand around me, slowly wanking me.
This was very nice, but I didn't want to bust yet, so put a hand down to stop him. He looked slightly puzzled -- I smiled and whispered I don't want to cum quite yet. I have other plans.' He withdrew for a moment or two, then leaned in -- What plans do you have?' A trip to the sling room' I replied. He grinned, shook his head Not my thing, sorry. Good luck though!' `Thanks' I replied. He gathered himself together and headed back off into the private rooms corridor.
I decided to make my plans more obvious and set off for the sling room. The entrance to it was occupied by a stocky guy, tattooed, with a beard. Handsome, so far as the low light was concerned. His towel was off, and he was slowly stroking his cock to the video screen in the corner of the sling room.
I walked up close to the tattooed man, and aware of my presence, he turned slightly to both see me and allow me access to the room if I wanted it. I made eye contact, smiled and walked into the room, dropping my towel on the bench and headed towards the sling. I looked behind me to see if he had followed, but he had disappeared from view.
At this point I was unsure of how this needed to work. Do I sit in the sling and look optimistic, hoping someone would come by? Do I sit on the bench nearby, visible to the corridor and gesture towards the sling if anyone paused to check me out? What if they then thought I wanted them to get into the sling? This was more complex than I had accounted for.
I opted to sit in full view of the corridor, towel off, my feet splayed either side of me on the bench, a pose which had the effect of raising my arse and more than hinting at the availability of my hole. The fact I was in the sling room would, I trusted, sort the rest out.
Several men glanced into the room but passed by. `Everyone's a bottom' I muttered to myself, now feeling a little frustrated. I saw a dark shape in the passage that led to the sling room, a shape that paused for longer than most. I made eye contact and casually dropped a finger to my bumhole, teasing my cheeks slightly apart to rub it.
He stood, unmoving, unresponding. Then he came over. As he appeared in the dim light, I could make out a middle-aged man, chunkily built, smooth skinned, bald. As he approached, he put his hand down, extending a finger. I moved my hand away from my bumhole and pushed my arse forward, exposing my hole even more. His finger brushed my ring and he looked at me. I gave a little moan of pleasure and smiled.
Encouraged, he massaged my ring some more, pushing his finger very slightly in as he passed over the entrance itself. I pushed out as he did so, his finger sending ripples of pleasure and anticipation, across my body.
`Safe only' I said. He nodded. I gestured with my head to the sling in a questioning way. He paused, running his hand from my hole up my perineum to my balls, rolling them between his fingers, then running his finger up my cock, teasing the head as he progressed up to my nipples and finally my mouth. I opened my lips slightly and he pushed his finger into my mouth. I savoured the slight taste of my ass on his finger, and he pushed his finger into my mouth, which, guessing his intention, I licked and got as wet as I could.
I opened my mouth, and he withdrew his wet finger, which he dropped back to my bumhole. Moistened by my spit his finger was able to slowly slide into my arse.
Tight' he said. I grinned. I'm sure I can loosen up.' I replied, my hand reaching in the dark for his cock, now exposed as his towel had fallen away. I wrapped my hand around it, finding it to be thick -- not quite a beer can, but close -- and a nice length, just over 6 inches I thought, with, lucky me, an upward curve, just right for massaging my prostate.
He certainly knew about the prostate as he was now fingering it, sliding in a second finger to stretch my hole as he did so.
`Sling.' He said. I did an internalised dance of yippee and hooray (at least I hoped it was internalised!) and I headed over to the sling.
I hauled myself onto it, adjusting how I laid in to get the right position. My fuck lifted my legs up and wrapped the restraints around my ankles, spreading my legs apart and upwards, my glistening hole on full view.
As he came round to fasten the wrist ties, leaving me deliciously unable to touch myself, I saw myself in the mirror, legs bound up, arse open. A wet blob of precum slopped onto my stomach at the sight.
Bound to his satisfaction, the fuck came back round to the business end. He fished out a sachet of lube, opened it and tipped its contents onto his fingers. He smeared my hole with lube and slipped three fingers into me, opening my unresisting arse, fucking me with his middle three fingers.
I moaned in pleasure at this sensation, the stimulation of my prostate and ring by a man at whose mercy I was, unable to do anything to resist, totally own by his desire. He leaned in and took the tip of my cock not his mouth and was instantly rewarded with another leak of precum.
He left my cock, his tongue running down the shaft to my balls, which he licked and mumbled in his mouth, before finally dropping to my hole. He started to lick it, just flicking it with his tongue at first, sending waves of pleasure to wash around me. His probing became more insistent, his tongue flicking into my now finger-loosened hole. I caught a sight of the scenario in the mirror, my legs split either side of his head, the dim light shining on his back.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh fuck' I moaned as he darted his tongue in and out of my hole, my body now quivering with sexual excitement. Not for the first time in my life the thought Straight boys have no idea what they are missing' arose in my mind, and I grinned in satisfaction.
`Wow'
I glanced across from the sling and found we had been joined by another guy. He stood for a moment, watching my arse being eaten, before coming over. He stood to one side, then knelt forward, licking then sucking on my right nipple. I wriggled in pleasure, moaning slightly. He stood up and looked at me, glanced at the man eating my arse and glanced back at me.
Everyone gets a turn' I said, safe only though.' He nodded. He walked away and disappeared from view, leaving me with just the bald ass-eater. He stood up and said quietly I think you are ready now' I nodded. Yes' I said, `fuck me, please.'
He took a condom packet from the box provided, took it out, rolled it down his shaft and moved in.
The sensation of his cock head on my tongue-widened hole was almost enough to make me cum. He rested it there for just a moment, then began a slow but steady pressure, his cock widening me further than his fingers did. I pushed out, easing his passage in. He kept gliding into until he was after either a few seconds or a couple of lifetimes, he was buried in me, his balls just detectable on my split buttocks. I could feel the curve of his cock in me. The pressure on my prostate, my own cock ramrod stiff and wet with precum, twitching in pulsing with pleasure.
He slowly drew his cock back until only the head was still in me, then pushed forward again, burying himself to the root. He started to fuck me, slowly at first, then with an increasing pace, a steady rhythm that filled me, his cock in me becoming the entire world. Being in the sling just heightened the sense of my floating, kept in the air by his cock.
His hands gripped my thighs, pulling me I as he pushed into me, controlling me, owning my body, owning my arse, possessing me with his prick. I became aware of that the audience had grown; I could see figures in the gloom. A faint chorus of fuck him, man, fuck him' Jesus look at his cock, looks like he is gonna burst!' Fucking nice arse' I want a piece of that.'
They could wait. I had a cock already, driving me crazy with its thrusting, filling me entirely, my ring singing from the light friction, lune running out and down my crack, pooling underneath me.
The fuck continued for I don't know how long, his thrusting steady, firm, controlled. I started to detect a change in his pattern, faster now, his breathing picking up, his thrusts more erratic, his grip on my thighs deepening. The sound of his body slapping into my arse filled the room, filled my mind, my body shuddering from the pleasure and the impacts.
His crisis came and pushing it seemed even further into me than before, I felt his cock expand and twitch as he came. A few thrusts, another swelling, less than the first, but still I could feel his orgasm continuing as he spewed another stream of cum into me.
He paused and then withdrew slowly. I heard him take off the condom and felt the cool air of the room on my arse.
I wanted more. I felt empty without a cock in me, incomplete, unsatisfied. I saw the guy who had seen me being eaten out come closer, a condom already in place on his cock. He positioned and slid in.
This was different, a straight cock, no bends or curves, but veiny. Not so thick but a little longer than the first cock. My arse lips settled to a new diameter as he began to thrust into me, the veins on his cock feeling through the sheath, stimulating my ring.
He probed deeply, shifting his angle of entry and thrust as he did so, so I never quite knew which part of my insides he was going to hit.
I settled in for a good long fuck and was slightly disappointed when he picked up the pace after just three or four minutes, groaning `I'm gonna cum' as he did so. A sensation of warmth at the end of his cock as it pressed into my guts told me he had climaxed.
As he withdrew, I saw a third guy heading towards me. I could see in the dim light he had a condom on, so I relaxed and let him enter my now widened and happy hole.
His cock was average, six inches, medium thickness, and he was blessed with a dangling pair of rather large bollocks which swayed and slapped me as he fucked me.
I felt I could relax more, enjoying the sensation of a third cock, the support and comfort of the sling, the stickiness of precum on my stomach. I squeezed his cock with my arse muscles, causing him to gasp a little, and thrust with new vigour.
He dropped one hand from gripping my thighs and wrapped it around my cock, squeezing it as he fucked me. I focussed on the sensations from my arse, trying to overrule the demands of my cock and now beginning to boil balls.
Fuck' I groaned, Fuck, fuck fuck.' He started to wank my cock as he pushed into me. The sensations in my cock made my ass clamp down on his ploughing prick, and we gradually built ourselves to a climax. He let go of my cock and grabbed my thighs as he approached his orgasm, his thrusting building in speed and intensity.
His breathing was fast and shallow, his grip on my thighs increasing, his low balls slapping back and forth. I felt his balls contract and rise as the fucking became more and more furious, his body a blur of speed as he hammered his way to orgasm. With a yell he let go, and I did so at the same time, our orgasms feeding each other, a shared orgasm, inseparable in the moment. As he flooded the condom in my arse ropes of my own cum flew across my chest to hit me on the face, the neck and then my chest, a pile of creamy jism between my nipples pooling and steaming as it settled.
He withdrew, removed the condom and turned back to me. You done?' Yes' I said. He untied my legs and arms from the restraints, and I hung limply in the sling. He gave me an arm to steady myself off the sling, and I staggered to the bench, collapsing onto it, legs wobbling, my whole body vibrating from the power of my hands-free orgasm, then first I had ever had. `You okay?' has asked. I nodded an affirmative. He sat down next to me.
That was pretty fucking intense' he said Yes' I replied. `I couldn't believe it when I saw you being fucked like that, so hot.' I nodded again. Speech was still beyond me, but I hoped to regain it soon.
We sat quietly together for a while, regaining our normality. He turned to me. Do you need a drink? The bar is upstairs.' I looked up. Yes' I said, `I could really go a cup of tea right now.' He laughed, and so did I.
I did get a cup of tea though, and it was very welcome.
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