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Straight and Married
By Simon Peter
Sitting on the wooden bench, leaning his back at the wet wooden panel behind him, Fred sighed with content. The heat off the coals in the sauna room drew sweat down his hairy chest to his navel. He even felt a couple of sweat drops dripping off his balls onto the towel under him.
Fred closed his eyes and ran his hand down his chest, reaching down to his erect penis. Slowly, he rubbed his cock, pulling the towel aside, enjoying the sensation of the slickness of his sweaty, hard shaft. He was 33, married, and thankfully fit. He had a flat belly and pronounced abs. His hand let go of his dick, now throbbing and plastered on his belly, and he ran it back up to his chest and neck, wiping off the increasing sweat. He was thinking of guys!
Lately, he noticed that he had developed an interest in men. This was new to him. He definitely was not gay, very straight. But! Especially here at the club. He looked forward to the chance of leaving home, alone, and coming to the club for relaxation, some physical exercises on the machines, and the sauna room. He invariably jerked off in the sauna. The club was not busy this time of evening and he usually had the place for himself. But, again! Whenever he stroked himself to ejaculation, it wasn't the naked body of his wife that was in his head. It was the hot young boys working in the club.
Fred jerked up when he heard the sauna room door squeak open. He grabbed the towel quickly and covered his crotch, noticing that the towel bulged visibly with his hard dick.
"Oh, sorry, sir," the young kid, one of the boys who worked in the club, said as he entered the room.
"Checking on the coals."
"Hi, Robbie," Fred said, his voice a bit husky and quivering. He placed both hands on his bulge to hide his erection. Robbie was one of the boys that invariably appeared behind his closed eyes as he masturbated. The boy was not really a boy. Robbie was taller than Fred, finely built and muscled, always dressed in the club's uniform: white shorts and light blue polo shirt. But unlike the other boys who worked in the club, Robbie's front showed an interesting bulge that excited Fred as he reflected at what he might look like without the shorts.
"It's fine, thank you," he said, wondering what it would be like to have this hunk of a young man get naked with him here in the sauna room.
Robbie smiled, moved the coals around with an iron rod and added some water on top producing more steam, more heat, which Fred knew would make him sweat more, make him more horny as well.
"Do you ever get to use the sauna room, Robbie?" Fred surprised himself by asking the boy. What was he thinking? He was so curious that he couldn't stop himself.
Robbie straightened, his front looking delicious, and looked quizzically at Fred.
"Excuse me, sir?" he asked with a frown on his young face, accentuating his light fuzzy beard.
"Do they let use the sauna?" Fred asked, removing his hand from his crotch. He really ached to see Robbie naked. Would he dare?
"Not when there are guests, sir," Robbie answered, eyeing the bulge under Fred's towel.
"Oh," Fred said, with a disappointed look at his face.
"But," Robbie continued, "when work is slow, sometimes we use the facilities without anyone noticing."
Fred's eyes lit up. "It's quite slow this evening," he said, with rising anticipation.
"Yes, sir."
"It's a shame to waste all this nice, relaxing heat on one person." Fred hoped that his hidden invitation would not be lost on the boy.
Robbie stood silent for a moment, considering. Then, nodding his head, glancing at the bulge of the older, married man, he said, "Give me a minute, sir. I'll be back."
Watching Robbie leave the sauna room, Fred mentally slapped himself. What the fuck was he doing?
He had just invited a young man to get naked and join him in the sauna room. Fuck! Was he crazy?
Why would he do such a dumb thing? But he knew that his curiosity about men had to be addressed.
His hand returned to his dick, now harder, in anticipation. He refrained from stroking but enjoyed the feeling of hard meat under his sweaty palm. How would Robbie's tool feel? He wondered, his heart racing.
Five minutes later, the door squeaked and Robbie entered. The kid was naked except for a white towel around his waist. His chest was chiseled and smooth and lean, his lower thighs and legs hairy.
"It's fine, sir. I made sure that my buddy will cover for me if anyone inquires. You are right: it is a shame not to enjoy the sauna."
Robbie sat right next to Fred instead of on the bench along the other side of the sauna room. The two men leaned back and sighed. Fred closed his eyes to keep the beautiful shape of this boy in the white towel printed into his brain.
"I could give you a massage, sir," Fred heard the boy next to him offer.
He opened his eyes and looked at Robbie. The kid was more than delicious. He really wanted to see the young slim body naked.
"Hey, Robbie, that's sweet," he croaked. "Sure."
Fred spread himself on the wooden bench on his stomach as Robbie slid off and stood at the side.
Fred felt the hands grab at his shoulders and he shivered as he felt the male strength of the boy's hold. Robbie worked the shoulders professionally. Fred rested his head on his arms, his face turned sideways toward Robbie. He gazed at the boy's bulge under the towel. My God, he reflected. What did it look like? Was the kid circumcised like him? Was he hung? Did he have lots of hair? Oh man! Fred couldn't believe the thoughts running through his head, his dick painfully pressed against the wooden boards of the bench. His eyes ran down the lightly hairy thighs to the legs, fairly muscled, very manly.
The lust in his balls increased.
Robbie was moving down his back, kneading, relaxing the muscles. Fred sighed with satisfaction.
"Nice," he croaked. "You give a good massage, Robbie," he added as he dangled one hand down the side of the bench. He felt himself grind on the bench as Robbie's hands reached his butt cheeks.
Robbie didn't remove the towel but slid his hands under it. Somehow this felt more erotic to Fred. As if by a will of its own, his hand moved to touch the boy's lower thigh.
As soon as he touched the boy, Fred felt electricity course throughout his body, concentrated in his balls. He also felt that Robbie had stopped rubbing his butt. Slowly, the kid moved his hand inside Fred's crack and at the same time stepped up so that his front was right at Fred's face. Fred's hand moved from the outside of the thigh to the inside and up, under the towel, touching the balls. The boy moaned. Fred ached to see cock. He had seen other men's erections, but only during the few furtive times when he surfed the net surreptitiously, afraid that his wife found out. But live? Real? Oh MAN!
With one swift motion, Robbie yanked his towel off and let it drop to the floor. Fred gazed at the manhood staring at him in the face, inches away. He breathed deep as his heart raced. The boy looked beautiful. With a shaking hand, Fred touched the young cock. It was not fully erect yet but getting there quickly. With wonder, he caressed the length, feeling the veins getting thicker under his touch.
Robbie's cock was big, bigger than his own. Its mushroomed head was rising with jerks, as Fred lovingly ran his palm up and down the shaft. The boy was moaning louder now, his finger rubbing up and down Fred's crack, from the base of his balls, around his puckered hole, and up to the base of his spine.
Fred couldn't believe the sensations that swarmed all over him. As if in a dream, he reached for the now hard young cock, erected vertically, pulsating. In slow motion, he encircled the engorged head with his lips. The taste was surreal. He was actually tasting man cock! He swallowed and gagged. But he didn't let go of this wondrous rod probing into his hungry mouth.
Fred sucked cock. Here was this very straight, married man in his thirties sucking a young dick in a sauna room. Robbie's hand, the one not busy inside his crack, pressed on the back of his head, goading him to swallow more meat. He forced himself to take the shaft down to the base, breathing hard through his nose. He knew he was slobbering like a bitch, but he didn't care. He wanted this boy- dick badly. Robbie was thrusting in and out in a fucking movement, more of his cock disappearing inside the mouth with every thrust. Fred's nose was now buried in the boy's thick pubes, the hair tickling, the cockhead pressing into his throat. The boy face-fucked faster. Fred felt the cock get thicker.
With a forceful thrust, Robbie penetrated Fred's virgin hole with his finger as he started to squirt his hot semen down the man's throat. Fred was torn between the boy's juice, spurting thick loads into his hungry mouth, and his own puckered ass being invaded by the boy's finger. He busted his nut onto the towel, his moans muffled by Robbie's spurting cock, but loud and urgent as he ejaculated, not even touching himself.
They separated. Robbie's dick was dripping cum and spit, still semi-erect, still right at Fred's face.
"Wow," Robbie heaved with satisfaction. "That was intense, sir." He looked down at Fred, smiling at the glistening cum around Fred's lips. His finger had slipped out but was still kneading the area between the hole and the base of the balls, making Fred shiver with after-ejaculation.
Fred couldn't find his voice. His body was still shaking with the spasms of his ejaculation, his ass burning from the finger fucking he received.
"Let me return the favor, sir," Robbie said.
Fred shook his head regretfully. "No, Robbie, no, thanks, really," he was finally able to pant. Turning over on his back, cock exposed, shining with cum, he continued breathlessly, "I already cummed."
"Oh, wow," Robbie exclaimed. "From sucking or from fingering?" the boy asked mischievously.
"Both," Fred croaked.
"We can do something about that, sir, if you like?"
"Huh?" What was the kid driving at?
"I mean the sucking and the ah... the you know... the fucking," Robbie seemed to blush a little but the mischievousness was clear in his voice.
"But? But... but," Fred stammered, lost.
"Just give me a minute, sir," Robbie said as he picked up the towel and wrapped it around his waist.
"I'll be back."
Fred sat up on the bench, covering his semi-erect penis with the now-semen-stained towel. What happened? Did he really suck cock? The feeling was amazing, was way beyond what he had imagined when he masturbated to images of naked men in front of his laptop screen. Yes. Fred, the straight, married man had just sucked cock, swallowed man semen, and had his hole fingered. He puckered his ass as he thought about that. It was a bit sore, but pleasurably so. His cock throbbed at the feeling.
The door squeaked open and Robbie entered, still with just the towel around his beautiful body, followed by another, equally beautiful young man.
"Me," Robbie said. "And this is my buddy, Brandon," he told Fred in answer to Fred's quizzical look.
Fred moved his gaze from one boy to the other, both fantastically, wonderfully hot.
"Hi," he heard Brandon say. "Robbie told me that you were interested in meeting me?"
Was he? Interested in meeting Brandon? He couldn't remember mentioning Brandon, let alone meeting him, to Robbie, the devil! Was he going to get involved with two boys? Two cocks? Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man. His cock throbbed, his ass twitched.
The boys immediately got naked. They were not erected. Brandon's dick looked smaller than Robbie's, but equally cut and beautifully shaped. Like Robbie, he was slim and smooth. The two kids approached the bench on which Fred was sitting, starting to squirm.
Robbie, on one side, pulled Fred's face to him with both hands and kissed him full on the mouth.
Brandon, on the other side, was already licking Fred's neck and rubbing his own hardness onto Fred's sweaty thigh. Fred almost had a heart attack.
Pulling off the towel from Fred's body, Brandon bent and took Fred's cock into his mouth. With one slow but certain motion, he swallowed the whole shaft all the way down to the base. Fred moaned into Robbie's probing tongue as his hand encircled the boy's delicious cock, feeling it erect inside his palm. He stroked him gently, responding to the urgency of the boy's sweet kissing and the warmth of lips pursed around his throbbing shaft, the slickness of the tongue flicking around his engorged cock head.
The three broke to take a breather. They were fully erected.
"Sir," Robbie said as his fisted Fred's wet cock shaft, "Brandon and me are going to make you happy, sir."
"I already am," Fred whispered. "You're beautiful." He felt faint, his body responding with a huge urge of lustful desire.
Again, as if in a dream, he took Robbie's cock in his mouth. Brandon pulled on his legs to make him slide down the bench, spreading them. It was not Robbie's finger that he felt knocking at his hole. It was Brandon's tongue, licking around the puckering and twitching ass hole. Fred swallowed the hard dick, the second time more aware of the actual sucking than the first time. His head was turned sideways, buried into Robbie's pubes. He felt more than actually saw Brandon standing between his thighs, the legs dangling off the edge of the wooden bench, and instead of the tongue, there was a throbbing mound of hot flesh push at his hole. FUCK! Fred trembled, still gobbling on Robbie's tool.
The kid is going to fuck me, Fred thought, pressing his lips harder around the beautiful shaft. Sure enough, Brandon, with one sure thrust, penetrated Fred's ass. Fred's scream was muffled by Robbie's cock buried in his mouth. He felt the pain, excruciating pain, tried to relax, but the boy cock now already inside him was insistent. The thickness was unbelievable, stretching his ass muscle almost to tearing it apart.
Brandon kept just the head inside Fred's man ass hole. He let him relax and get used to being ass- invaded, refraining from pushing deeper. Instead, he reached for Fred's quivering dick and stroked it gently, letting the sweat lube the shaft.
Removing his mouth off Robbie's cock, but still fisting it, not wanting to let go of it now that he had it, Fred turned to look more closely at Brandon and down at his own body, legs stretched open, the kid's crotch at his ass, the kid's hand around his dick. He imagined himself fucking his wife in such a position, with his dick just inside the vagina and his finger rubbing on her clit. Oh, man, man, man. He was being fucked! His cock throbbed painfully inside the stroking palm. As he returned his attention to Robbie's delicious tool, he saw Robbie bend over sideways and reach for his cock, removing Brandon's hand, and mouthing it.
Fred's mind reeled. Cock in his throat, mouth around his hardness, and a cockhead pushing into his body. What sensations was he feeling? He didn't know, except that his whole being was on fire. He was being serviced by two young hunks, two boys, two men, judging by the tools filling his cavities.
Suddenly, the two boys working him were not boys anymore. Suddenly, the two boys morphed into two men, full of lust, filling his eager mouth and stretching his sore ass. Oh, yes, those two men were fucking his face and his butt. Two hard cocks inserted into him, young, throbbing, and ready to fuck.
Fred returned to suck. He swallowed hard cock. Felt the other hard man meat invade his ass further, going deeper, and pushing his insides, pulsating into his fuck tunnel. He shivered. No. It was electrical.
Not your regular shiver when you bust a nut. But electrical. Burning fire. Brandon was deep inside him now, gently and slowly driving his shaft to follow the head. Robbie was thrusting in and out of his mouth as he gobbled on his dick.
Fire. Burning. Impossible! It couldn't be, no way. Fred must be dreaming. The two hunks were servicing him to the fullest. His ass was burning like hell, getting sorer with each pounding, now that Brandon was comfortably inside him. His jaws ached from being stretched by Robbie's thick cock shaft.
His own dick was all nerves, as the boy bobbed up and down on him.
Fred shot first. With his squeezing butt hole, he milked Brandon into ejaculation, feeling the warm sperm filling his bowels. He bit on Robbie's cock base as he ejaculated inside the boy's mouth. When he let loose his bite between spurts, he felt Robbie's manhood get bigger, stretching his jaws further, and the kid let loose strings of salty boy juice down his throat.
Walking out of the club with a sore ass, a sore throat and jaws, a sore dick, Fred felt a different man. In less than an hour, he had turned gay! He was fucked and sucked. His virginity, from his ass point of view, was gone. He had had a man cock up his ass, deep into his body. His insides were filled with semen. He was definitely gay because he didn't regret any of it. The soreness in his ass felt delicious instead of painful, reminding him of the thrusting boy between his outstretched thighs, grunting and fucking. Fucking him! Deep! Hard! Filling him with man cum. He could still feel wetness around his hole although he rubbed hard in the shower. There was still man seed inside his body, and he reveled at that. The taste of cock was also deliciously lingering in his mouth and throat. His wife never sucked his dick, and he had never experienced the feeling of spurting inside a warm, slobbering mouth. The sensations from the sauna room were unimaginably intense, making his body shiver.
The boys did him well.
As Fred walked home, he considered his predicament. Married! Fuck! Fuck it to hell and back! Fred knew he had some serious issues, reflections and considerations to worry about. And soon. And fast.
His heart raced, not with the lust of boy dicks in his mouth and up his ass, but with trepidation and anxiety.
What would he do now? He was definitely returning for more sauna, more Robbie, more Brandon.
BUT!
Interesting.