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The Sauna
"Geez! You'd think it was the full moon," I thought to myself as I surveyed the men's changing area of the gym. There were at least half a dozen guys in various stages of displaying "woodies." Not a bad one in the bunch, I smiled to myself.
I strode to the far aisle, located an empty locker, and started to undress. Two guys standing nearby, turned their backs to me. One I'd already noted had a long, thick cock that was hanging heavily against his left thigh. The other guy's dick had been pointing skyward. As they were only a couple of yards away, I leaned towards them and whispered, "I hope I didn't interrupt anything." and smiled.
Relief spread over their faces and they smiled back, turning around. Once again, I was greeted by hardening black cocks. The shorter man had the thick, dangling dick. The other man with the curved, upward pointing cock looked like a big football player from the local professional team. I'd seen both of them around several times before, but wasn't sure about their preferences. Their hard dicks settled that question.
They continued to paw through their gym bags, making sure that they displayed for me and each other. I pulled off my street clothes to change into workout clothes. The knowledge and sight of two big, hard dicks nearby had provoked my own rod into lengthening. I didn't try to hide it, but I wasn't into the obvious display the other two were.
"Wanna join us in the sauna?" the beefy football player asked me.
I turned toward him (with my gym shorts in hand and my cock pointing right at him) and smiled, again. "I really need this workout, but thanks, Man. I'm sure it would be most enjoyable."
He was obviously disappointed, but smiled back at me (never taking his eyes off my dick). "With that big dick of yours, I'm sure it would have been," he whispered. "Maybe later?" he pressed.
"Maybe," I smiled encouragingly. Football players were absolutely MY type! I couldn't believe I'd actually turned the guy down. I think it was the "us" part of his request to spend some time in the sauna. The other guy wasn't ugly or anything. Far from it. Great looking guy, good body, big dick. So, what's my problem? I must be getting senile.
"Hope so," he crooned. Both men sauntered over to the sauna about 30 feet away. I'd dressed by then and went to the sinks to wash up before hitting the exercise floor. I always seemed to do better when my face and hands were freshly scrubbed.
Something touched my arm. "So, uh, how long do you think your workout will take?" the now familiar voice asked. I straightened up and then looked down at the hard dick that had just touched my elbow.
"Friendly, isn't it?" I smiled continuing to look at his throbbing hose. The head was smaller than the shaft, but not by much. The foreskin was stretched and peeled back about half way over the head. A big drop of precum had been deposited on my elbow from the tip of what looked to be about an eight inch, black, VERY thick, butt ripper.
"He can't help it. He likes to mark his potential territory," he said, stroking my right nipple lightly. The tanktop I wore exposed them invitingly. Serves me right for advertising like that, I thought. "Here," he offered, "let me wipe that off for you." And he bent over slightly and licked my elbow free of the precum. "There's lots more where that came from," he smirked.
I wasn't sure if he meant the precum or the licking. Either way, I could get used to it. "Is that right?" was the only retort I could think of. Admittedly, pretty lame, but this big man had me wondering (fantasizing?) if I were going to get raped repeatedly in front of everyone right in front of the mirrors. (Not that I would have cared.) What a studhunk!
"I sure would like to get to know you better," he whispered as he drew nearer. He grasped my steely cock through my shorts while continuing to lightly brush his fingertips over my right nipple. "Especially, this monster." Well, he'd been paying attention. When my cock was pointing at him earlier, it wasn't fully hard, but it was nearly ten inches long by then. When it is fully hard, it points upwards, but is straight instead of curved like my football friend's. It also tries to reach eleven inches, but never makes it. About ten and a half is the best it can do. Still, that ain't bad.
"Uh, well, ya see," I stammered, "I don't do groups," I admitted weakly.
"Oh, you mean Jim?" my groping friend smiled. "He's just a friend. We aren't fuck buddies anymore. But, he does appreciate a hot man as much as I do. Besides, he's on his way out and I'm just arriving. You gonna be a while?" he asked again.
"Oh, the workout. Uh, yeah, well, not too long. Probably an hour or so. How long were you planning on hangin' around?" I boldly inquired.
A smile the size of Cleveland spread over his face. I'd finally given him some clue that I was interested in him. Like my stiff, ten-inch cock and erect nipples hadn't?? "I'll still be here," he grinned. "I've gotta take some time in the whirlpool to relax a strained shoulder, so I'll be in the showers or the sauna in an hour, Handsome." The guy was direct as hell. "My name's Carl," he said.
"And I'm Steve," I replied, taking his proffered hand. "See ya later, then," I added squirming away from him. I pulled away from his nipple and dick play, but it was obvious that I couldn't go out on the exercise floor for a while. A cock this big isn't going to go unnoticed, even encased in loose gym shorts. I sat on a changing bench for a couple of minutes to allow myself to cool down. Carl didn't seem to mind that his hard cock was still pointing skyward for everyone to see. I guess when you're that size, you don't have to worry about some guy raggin' on ya about being a queer.
I haven't had that worry in my life for a lot of years, either. I'm 6'4" tall, weight 220, have a flat stomach (though not washboard), black short hair (receding, damn it), and brown eyes. More than one man has mentioned my eyes are striking. I just thought they keep my nose from spreading farther. And Carl had not been the first one to call me handsome. But, I still never really believed it. I wouldn't make babies cry, but I didn't think of me as THAT good-looking. However, I know that some of the "handsome" comments were aimed at my dick more than at my face. That big thing has started more than one conversation that led to someone's butt getting plowed.
I'm what you'd call versatile. My dick size generally indicates that I'm gonna be the top (by popular request), but I still like getting my butt hammered occasionally.
My steely rod finally subsided enough for me to leave the locker room and get started on my exercise routine. Today was shoulders.
My mind was wandering back to the locker room a lot over the next hour. In fact, my workout took longer than an hour, because I wasn't concentrating on the pacing of my repetitions, but on Carl's sexual prowess. I kept fantasizing on how good that hard, curved cock would feel up my asshole with the massive man hovering over me as I was resolutely fucked to death. What a way to go!
Despite the extra fifteen minutes that I took to complete my exercises, I found Carl just coming out of the whirlpool bath as I'd grabbed my towel to head towards the showers. He smiled broadly at me and joined me. "How's your shoulder?" I asked him as we turned on adjoining showers. The four showers were in a row. Partitions had been put up for privacy as well as shower curtains across the open end. All that did was provide a private space for guys to suck and fuck behind.
"Much better," he replied. "That hot water sure helps. But, a massage would help more," he added knowingly.
"Yeah, it probably would," I agreed.
"I was hoping you could give me one while we're in the sauna," he ventured.
"Well, assuming it isn't busy, I'm sure we could arrange something," I promised.
He turned off his shower and stood in front of my shower stall. I always leave the curtain open. You never know when you might catch a guy that likes what he sees and wants to do something about it. He wiped his face down with a towel, but I wasn't watching that. His flaccid cock was rising and I was mesmerized. I was surprised that something so ordinary in size when limp could be so damned thick and long and stiff when "happy."
And speaking of "happy," my dick had risen to the challenge, also. It was throbbing and pointing upwards just like his. "Nice cock, Steve," he crooned. "Real big. Just the way I like 'em!" He was embarrassing me. I turned around and turned off the shower. "Nice ass, too," he added. I blushed and turned back to him. "How about this?" he asked turning around to show off his beefy, hot butt. "And this?" he added bending over and showing off his winking butthole. Carl looked over his shoulder at my pulsating cock. "Glad to see that it likes the view from both sides," he snickered. "Show me that pretty ass again, would ya, Steve?"
Hoping that he wanted to inspect what he was going to hammer his spike into later, I obliged him. I bent over as he had to show off the "focus" of the hoped for event. "Yeah," he whispered hoarsely. "I could get into something that nice. You like to get fucked at all, Steve?"
"It's been known to happen," I turned around smiling.
"I'll bet most of the guys want to sit on that big dick of yours, though," he noted.
"Yeah, more frequently than I'd wish some times," I admitted.
"I'll bet I can take care of that for you," he grinned.
"Let's take care of that shoulder first, shall we, Carl?" I suggested pointing him toward the sauna. I reached out for his undulating bubble butt and grasped as much of a handful as I could with both hands. "Damn! Great ass, Carl," I gleefully said. I released him, reluctantly. We were going through the changing area to get to the sauna. Our towels were chastely placed before us to hide our leaking erections. No one was in the locker room, so we managed to arrive undetected. As Carl was about to reach for the sauna door, it opened. Two men left with smiles on their faces and cum dripping from their cocks. Their dicks hadn't deflated very much. We both noticed.
Carl and I uncovered our hard-ons. Both of the other men looked aghast at the size of our cocks. "Fuck!" one of them said. "We shoulda waited. We coulda gotten fucked by those monsters instead of just jerking off!"
"Maybe, another time," the other man said hopefully.
"You never know," Carl smiled at them. They headed to the showers and we closed the door behind us. We were the only occupants.
"Now, about that shoulder massage?" I asked.
"Just come over here," he directed. He lay on his stomach on the upper wooden bench (the only one that could take a man as big as him) and told me to first start by straddling his waist and pushing the muscles up and out on his upper back. After a few minutes, I should alternate with moving around in front of him and push the muscles the other direction. The directions were simple enough, but my cock was going to be getting in the way. Perhaps, that was his intent.
I moved to straddle his back at the waist, but my butt and his butt collided pitching me forward. I wasn't going to be able to massage his upper back that way. I moved back farther and leaned forward. That pushed my dick into his butt crack when I leaned in to massage his shoulders. "Yeah, that's it!" he croaked. "Feels great!"
I wasn't sure if he meant the massage on his shoulders or the massage my cock was giving his butt crack. Either way, I'm not sure he cared. And if he didn't, I didn't. With each forward motion my hard cock slithered up and down his crack. And each time, he tried to capture it with his grasping canyon. "Okay, now come around to the front and push the muscles the other way," he suggested. I did as I was told, but that also allowed my cock to slide across the side of his face. He turned his head a little farther and slurped in the head of my dick. I almost shot my wad.
"Fuck! I almost came," I warned him as I pulled away. "You really turn me on, Man!"
"In that case, take one of these and fuck the shit outta me, then!" he ordered. He'd handed me a condom in its foil wrapper. A butt that muscular was going to milk the cum from my balls after only one stroke. But, I didn't care. His gorgeous ass was begging for my hard, horsecock and I was ready to deliver.
I straddled his legs again, but this time, I pointed my "raincoated" cock at his hole and pushed. He'd raised his hips to meet my lunge. With a mutual sigh of satisfaction, the head and a couple of inches of the shaft speared his winking, hungry hole. "Ah, Fuck, YEAH!" he nearly shouted. "Feels SO good! Give me more of that big stick!" I pushed in farther, sinking all the way to the root. Grinding in the last inch, I made sure that he knew he was being fucked by a big cock. He knew.
His round, bubble butt squeezed my cock as hard as he could. I was hoping he was trying to bite it off. I love butts that do that. So tight and so hot! But, I made him stop when his internal muscles started milking my dick. I was too close to cumming as it was. I think we both wanted it to last longer than 30 seconds.
Leaning forward, I withdrew a few inches, kissed him gently on the ear, then plunged down hard into his welcoming pit. He grimaced slightly, but begged for more. With long, slow, practiced strokes, I moved in and out of his love tunnel. If the condom hadn't deadened some of the sensation that his butt channel was giving me, I'd have squirted my load several times already. As it was, I was teetering on the brink of an abyss that would soon be awash in my sperm river.
"Roll me over, Steve. I wanna watch your face while you cum in my ass." He guided me through a maneuver that managed to keep my cock well buried up his butt, but got us into a face-to-face position. "Go for it, Big Man!" Carl begged. "I need to get fucked and fucked!"
Never one to turn down an invitation as tantalizing as that, I pushed his knees up to his shoulders, feathered his erect nipples with my fingertips, and kissed him passionately on the lips. He wasn't at all reluctant to kiss another man. A man's man like Carl has always made me think they couldn't be totally gay like that. But, I was wrong again, much to my delight.
Our tongues fought a seesaw battle for dominance. My cock rocketed in and out of his clutching ass. His big hands pulled at my ass to get in deeper with each stroke. He needed my cock burrowing into him as much I needed to fuck his hot butt. The familiar tingle of impending climax began to ripple through my body. My nose felt numb, my fingers and toes tingled, my cockhead swelled as it lengthened and pushed his guts around one last time.
"I'm gonna shoot, Carl," I protested with my eyes squeezed shut, hoping to delay the towering wave of my climax.
"Yeah, Man! Fuck me Hard! Do IT!" he insisted loudly.
I backed off and slammed forward one last time. I buried my spunk deep up his hot hole. Volley after volley caromed off the protective condom tip. I was filling it more than I'd every shot before. Carl had squeezed down hard to get me to fuck his prostate as hard as I could. I only managed to flop about like a fish out of water. As each climax wave crashed over me, my body convulsed and my dick rammed him, again. I was still jetting sperm into him with the sixth and seventh wave.
Finally, my control returned. I opened my eyes to see a beaming Carl smiling up at me. "Damn fine fuck, Steve," he crowed. "Wanna go another round?"
I could only laugh at him. "Maybe later," I offered.
"Maybe nothin'," he insisted. "I still have a big load to deliver and you're the lucky guy that's gonna take that delivery. Right in that hot ass of yours, Baby!"
I smiled at him again. "I think you're forgetting who has the upper hand right now. I believe it's MY cock in YOUR ass?"
"That can be easily remedied," he smiled back at me. Before I could protest or protect myself, he'd knocked me on my back with his strong legs. My shrinking cock was still in his ass, but that didn't last long, either. I could see in his eyes that he really wanted to continue to have my long shaft in his ass, but his other needs were more insistent.
There must have been some panic in my eyes. "Not to worry, Steve," he grinned evilly at me. "I'm not going to make you do anything you don't wanna do. But, I know, you really wanna get fucked."
My face always could be read by anyone with their eyes open. I could only smile back at him. "Take me doggie style," I suggested.
"Done," was his agreement. He helped me get into position on my hands and knees. The boards weren't very comfortable, so he added towels beneath them. With my butt in the air and the condom removed from my dick, he ate my ass like a starving man. On and on he went about what a great ass I had. His tongue drilled me as deeply as it could. His fingers were added one at a time until he'd gotten four of them in. I was beginning to wish he'd stop talking about it and fuck the hell out of it. Wishing made it so.
"I don't have any lube with me, but I'll bet your cum will be a great lube for ya," Carl chuckled. Upending the spent condom, he drained the contents into my well-tongued and fingered ass. That act was quickly followed by his own freshly condomed cock. The thickness surprised and gratified my hunger for dick. That ebony joystick had to be at least two inches across from tip to root (and noticably thicker at the base). The curvature of his black spear made him get up on my back to fuck me, rather than a direct shot from the back. The weight of a big man like Carl only heightened my desires to get fucked by him. And the curve of that hot butt wrecker only made my prostate love the action that much more. Each thrust into me caused my "happy button" to twitch, sending overwhelming pleasure coursing through my body. It also managed to resurrect my wilted cock. And every pass over that spot pushed more precum from the gaping tip of my black, sperm shooter.
"Ya like that, Steve?" Carl asked breathlessly.
"Oh, yeah!" I agreed.
"I hope you're about ready to have your guts flooded with cum. I can't hold out much longer," Carl added.
"Go for it, Big Man. Fuck my ass for me!" I pleaded.
I don't think he really needed my permission. He was too close to back away from the climax that was overwhelming him, anyway. I could feel him tense, his cock became even more rigid, and the cockhead swelled for the final promised delivery. I worked my internal muscles to massage and milk his invader. I couldn't squeeze him down very much. He was too thick and too hard. I knew he didn't need the additional stimulation, but it surely was more for me than for him. It made my prostate scream in protest, but I was so close to a "second cumming" that I had to do all I could to get there, short of whacking off. I wanted his brutal fucking to make me cum without touching myself.
And I wasn't disappointed. His frantic in and out motion was more than sufficient to propel me over the edge into my second climax in less than ten minutes. I was liberally spraying the wooden bench when Carl yowled in pleasure and drove in his final inches into my eager ass. His control was far better than mine. He could continue to fuck me hard, deep, and fast. No flopping around like a fish for him. And how he did bang away at my butt. Each lunge into me forced another wave of cum to slosh into my interior, protected by a thin membrane of condom.
Only when I'd finished cumming and Carl had withdrawn his still rigid dick from my butt did I notice how hot it was in that sauna. Heat stroke was not something I needed to deal with. As if Carl had read my mind, he said, "I gotta get under a cool shower before I burst!" I was less than a second behind him. Both of us still sported a stiff dick, but we didn't care who saw it. We needed heat relief. In our rush to exit the sauna, Carl had forgotten that the condom hadn't been removed. He was standing under the cool cascade from the shower for a good minute before he noticed it. He laughed and told me about it. He took it off and tossed it over the partition. I retrieved it from my shoulder where it had landed.
"I worked hard for this," I stated. "And, I deserve it." And with that pronouncement, I drained it into my mouth and down my throat. "Yummy" I declared. Carl's diet is perfect for making tasty cum. I looked back down after tilting my head back to completely drain the condom. Carl was laughing at me
"Cum pig!" he guffawed.
"Your point is?" I joined in his laughter. Gorgeous, hung, beefy, and sexually aggressive. I could deal with this man for a while. Say, several years.
And so it has been eight years now. He's still the best lay I've ever had. Although he's retired from football, he's still the humpy stud I fucked in the sauna those many years ago. And those eight years together have been the best years of my life. I hope for at least ten times that many more.
Oh, his friend Jim? We've both enjoyed that big tubesteak and tight butthole of his on several occasions. As well as those of other men that we've met at the gym. But, that's another story.
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