University Sauna 05
This is one story in a short series about a gay man's memory of sexual experiences with other men. Although the depictions of sexual acts and encounters in these stories are fiction, they are based on my personal memories and experiences as a gay man. None of the characters described herein are about real persons, living or dead. Send your comments to octaviospije@gmail.com
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Making new friends ------------------------
We sat lounging just taking in the low dry heat of the sauna. "Let's take a quick shower," I suggested. Ernie didn't say anything. He just followed me out to the communal shower head nearest the sauna and we hosed ourselves down. The showers were not warm and not exactly cool. The temperature was always just right. Ernie pumped a load of soap out of the shower dispenser and lathered up my back. I did the same for him, but I had to reach to get to his shoulders. I held on and pushed my cock up the crack of his ass, then I reached around and lathered up his junk, gently squeezing his beautiful low hangers and feeling down behind them to massage his taint. Ernie pushed his ass into me. The head of my dick started to spread his rosebud and enter him when suddenly we were both surprised to hear another shower head turn on.
Directly in front of us -- no more than ten feet away -- was an athletic butch guy with big hairy pecs and thick body hair trailing down his stomach to his crotch. He had a short beard, shaved head and he was glowering at us. He had caught sight of our little shower play from the minute we came out of the sauna.
Ernie and I quickly broke apart from each other and turned away from this newcomer. We'd been caught. So much for the rest of the afternoon. The best thing we could do was rinse off quickly, change and leave before this gnarly bastard complained about us.
While rinsing the soap out of my eyes I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see who it was. Fortunately, it was Ernie. His mouth was slightly open and he nodded for me to look toward the sauna door. The husky muscular straight-looking dude stood in front of it with his towel over his shoulder. He was staring at both of us. He was also tugging hard on his dick. Nice dick, too. Once he had our attention, he looked down at himself, licked his lips and thrust his junk forward so we got a good look. He pulled on himself three or four more times while staring at us, then he went into the sauna.
"What do you think about that?" Ernie asked quietly. I could see the husky bearded guy wasn't the only person interested in pulling on their junk. Ernie was semi hard as he rinsed off his crotch. "Come on. Let's check out this stud. Have you've ever seen him before," he whispered.
"Never seen him before in my life. He sure is a thick muscular cave man," I remarked still sort of stunned.
We grabbed our towels and cautiously approached the sauna door. The bearded chunk of muscle was standing, watching us and working on his cock. He left no question about what he was interested in. When we entered the sauna the bearded guy sat down on the low bench and spread his legs apart. He jacked off while staring at our crotches. Ernie brushed past to sit down on the left side of this newcomer. The bearded guy reached up and grabbed Ernie's meat as he passed by. I sat down on the guy's right. The bearded guy didn't pay much attention to me, but he was definitely transfixed with Ernie's long floppy cock. The three of us sat in silence, slowly jacking off and staring at one another's goods. Finally, I took the plunge and grabbed Mr. Muscles cock with my right hand while holding on to my own cock with the left. Mr. Muscles settled in grabbing Ernie's hard on with both hands and slowly jacked him off. He stared so hard at Ernie's cock I though he was going to burn a hole through it. Eventually, Mr. Muscles switched hands and began jacking both me and Ernie. If felt good. What felt even better was the rise in my libido to play with some new strange cock.
Mr. Muscles didn't have the longest tool in the shed, but what he had was fat and wide -- and hard. He was only about six inches long, but I couldn't reach around his hot spud without using both hands. And that seemed to be the way he liked it, being jacked off with both hands. I tried to plant my mouth down on him, but he pushed me away, grabbing my left hand and placing it around the head of his dick. I knelt down in front of him and started pumping his fat piston with both hands and that seemed to be what he wanted. While I pumped him he pumped Ernie, who just leaned back and enjoyed the ride.
"Do you guys like to fuck?"
I didn't believe what I just heard. Mr. Muscle wants to fuck?
"Do you guys fuck each other?" he continued.
"Hey, Ernie," I said softly. "You like to fuck, don't you?"
Ernie shot me a broad fatherly grin, "Yeah. You bet. I LOVE to fuck. How about you, bud?" he asked Mr. Muscles.
"Yeah. That would be hot," he replied.
The sound of a shower head once again broke our concentration. We stopped pleasuring each other and quickly reached for our towels. Mr. Muscle covered himself, stood up and walked over to the door. He opened it and yelled, "Hey! Tory! We're in here!" Then he returned to his place as center of attention.
The sauna door opened and in stepped a burly, over muscled red head with bright green eyes. "You gettin' lucky?" he asked Mr. Muscles. Tory was a work of sculpture. He was only about 5'11" but it was obvious he was a body builder. The muscles on his chest and arms were even more defined than on Mr. Muscles. He had a soft line of bright red hair trailing down his chest to a thick bush from which sprang a beautiful, long uncut piece of meat. Tory was a looker. A head of soft, thick red curls and almost alabaster white skin. Thick blue veins popped out under his milky white skin, pressed up over the muscles in his arms, chest, stomach and legs. Ernie and I looked at one another with our mouths open like a couple of trout. "So, Butch. Who are your new friends," asked this ginger marvel.
"Butch -- that's what his name was -- of course. what would else would it be," I thought to myself. Where the hell did these two come from? Not that I was complaining.
"This is a young guy with a big dick," said Butch squeezing my cock, "And this is an older guy with an even bigger dick," he said clamping on to Ernie's anaconda. "They like to fuck."
I thought Ernie was going to fall off the bench when Butch announced that we liked to fuck.
"That's nice," grinned Tory leering at me, "We like to fuck, too. Don't we Butch?" The beautiful piece of white sculpture pushed his crotch in my face and prompted, "We also like to get our cocks sucked, don't we Butch?"
Tory didn't have to say any more. I don't even remember putting his beautiful, veined cock in my mouth. Suddenly it was just there. And I put my whole heart and soul into making sure Tory wasn't disappointed. As I wolfed down Tory's alabaster rod Butch was slobbering all over Ernie's cock. The sound of slurping in the confines of the sauna was a bit loud. But . . . hey, you do what you can.
Tory pulled his cock out of my mouth, turned around and spread his rock hard butt cheeks. He didn't have to tell me what to do. I dove in and swirled my tongue as expertly as I knew how, making his sweet ass hole feel as good as it should. I usually am not big on rimming, but I do it. And this time I had no remorse. Tory could open his hole to let my tongue in and clamp down on it. Soon he was wetter than a rain storm under the ocean with my spit and his sweat running down his back. He pulled me up against him.
"How does that feel? He growled. Pushing the head of my more than willing cock against the slobbery opening of his ass. He hissed, "Doesn't that feel good? Huh?"
"Fuck, yeah. That's some sweet man pussy, dude," and I slowly pressed the head of my cock into the most willing man cunt I'd ever encountered. As I pressed into him my foreskin pulled back. I didn't rush. I pulled out a little and pushed in a little more. I couldn't believe that I was lucky enough to plow such an incredibly hot man. He pushed back on me, giving out a satisfied grunt as he took in the entire length of my dick.
"Sit down, man. I want to ride your cock," he directed. I shakily sat down, keeping the head of my cock inside him. Once I was stable on the wooden bench Tory spread his ass cheeks wider and slowly rode down the length of my shaft. I was in heaven. He held onto the safety rail of the sauna's heater and proceeded to enjoy himself. He grabbed my right hand for and placed it on his fierce dick. The gentleman wanted a reach-around. I was in a state of blissful, horny shock. After about a minute he settled his full weight on my cock. There wasn't a centimeter of me left to get inside him. He leaned back against my chest and heaved a deep sigh. "Yeah, We like to fuck, alright. How's that feel, you rammed deep inside my ass. Does that feel good? Does it?" Tory was a bit aggressive in controlling the action.
"Yeah," I groaned. "You have an incredible tight hot ass." And I wasn't lying.
We stayed like that for a minute or so while he worked his gut muscles. This guy had control like I had never encountered before or since. It was like having a hot, tight, juicy jack off machine rippling up and down on my cock. The only things moving were the up and down contractions deep inside his ass.
"Hey. Dude. You keep that up and I'm going to shoot inside you," I said. "I can barely hold back," He relaxed a little and directed me to continue with my fist slowly pumping up and down around his beautiful white cock.
While we were otherwise distracted, Ernie had been flipped on his back and his legs were around Butch's neck. I have no idea how he did it, but Ernie had taken the entire girth of Butch's fat torpedo to the hilt. He was breathing fast. Butch was rather flexible for a stocky guy. As he fucked Ernie with short, stabbing thrusts. He also he had most of Ernie's monster dick in his mouth and down his throat. The noises of Butch huffing and snorting as he worked on Ernie's dick really worked on my horn dog senses. And Ernie's muffled cries were definitely from pleasure and not from pain. I certainly couldn't have taken that fat log up my ass. But seeing such a straight acting father figure type like Ernie getting pounded was incredibly hot. As usual, Ernie's talents amazed me. What nailed it was the sight of my hot father-type really enjoy having his brains fucked out. I never imagined Ernie liked to bottom. This was information I needed to file away for future reference.
"Hey, Butch," yelled Tory between heaving gasps. "How you doin'? You gettin' close?" Yeah, that's it I thought to myself. To hell with me. How's your pal doing. That's what's important.
"I'm soooo close. Can I shoot, Tory? Is it OK if I shoot now?" Butch and Tory seemed to have an interesting dynamic going on between them. Usually, I ask the person fucking me or who I am fucking if I can shoot -- not some guy next to me.
"Yeah, bud. I'm close. I want you to shoot," gasped Tory. And without much warning Tory increased his tempo fucking himself hard on my overworked tool. As he pumped himself up and down on my dick e pulled my hand away from his cock and methodically pumped, and pumped, whit his own hand, breathing deeply. I felt his second sphincter, the one deep past his prostate, begin to flex. It was fucking (literally) amazing. I could feel his pent up load release from his nuts as his sphincter flexed and his prostate throbbed against my dick. The guy was enjoying a hands free orgasm, no questions asked. It was so fucking hot that I started to shoot almost at the same time.
"Ohhh, yeah, bud. That's it. I can feel your load shooting into me. That's it. Let it go!'
The lewd coaching was great. I'd never enjoyed a fuck where I didn't have to do a thing except let the cowboy bouncing on my saddle do all of the work. I had a nice hands free orgasm deep in his ass. Our mutual release must have carried over in spirit to Butch who began groaning and pumping furiously into Ernie's butt hole. Ernie didn't seem to mind from the look on his face.
Tory collapsed in my lap and almost crushed me with his weight. I felt around his cock and greedily wiped up as much of his spooge as I could, licking it off my hand and fingers.
"You like that, bud? You a cum hound?" Tory demanded.
"Yup. You want me to clean out your ass?" I asked.
Tory squeezed his sphincter around my still hard cock. I assumed that meant, "Yeah, I want you to clean out my ass. Suck out all of your cum. Make Tory feel good." At first I thought that is what he was thinking, then I realized it was actually what Tory was telling me to do, out loud! But his actions didn't show he was in a rush to pull himself up off of my dick. And I wasn't in any hurry.
"Oh, fuck. I felt that!" cried out Ernie in a burst of unexpected major pleasure. Butch had slipped his elongated spud out of Ernie's ass and replaced it with a couple of fingers. "Fuck. How'd you do that? That felt great!" Butch's prostate massage had produced another shot of heavy ejaculate that evidently hit Ernie's sweet spot. Again, more information for future reference. We all stayed put enjoying the mutual sense of sweaty flesh and cum. I didn't want it to end, when suddenly the door swung open startling the shit out of all four of us.