Sex in the university sauna .07
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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Helping a friend__________
"I'm gonna hit the showers," announced Ray. I think I picked up that he would like me to join him, but I just put my hand up and feigned exhaustion. He left the sauna. I leaned back against the upper bench as I listened to the shower heads /turn on.
I looked over at Ernie and Butch I was surprised to see they were still fucking li/ke minks. I moved along the bench so I was sitting next to Butch's head as he lay back with his legs in the air. He wasn't kidding when he said he liked to fuck. He was on a different planet than the rest of us as he gave in to being plowed. Ernie was keeping up, but I could tell he was tired. "You need any help, Ernie?" I aske/d. He responded by rolling his eyes back. But it was hot to see him still hard as a r/ock. I could have spent hours watching that anaconda of his pillage Mr. Muscl/es' butt hole. Mr. Muscles was definitely enjoying it. Lucky Mr. Muscles. I would have enjoyed it, too. I scooted around to the back of Ernie to get a closer look of /his masterful daddy cock ride in and out of Butch's talented ass. I had to lift Ernie/'s huge balls out of the way to get in real close and that's what seemed to be the/ missing touch to set off Ernie.
"Oh, god, that feels fucking great. Squeeze my balls," he pleaded. I was happy to oblige. I gently squeezed and pulled on them a little bit. Ernie shot volleys of cum up Butch's well rode ass. His balls pulled up almost inside him when he came. I wanted to lick them, but couldn't get my head in the space between his legs. Ernie's whole body shivered as he came and then he collapsed onto Butch and dove his tongue into the guy's mouth. They were in love, or so it seemed until Ernie raised himself up.
"Take a look at this" and said Ernie made a production of pulling his enormous snake out of Butch's ass. I could see big pools of fresh cum covering Butch's chest and stomach. It was a fucking flood, no pun intended. Ernie bent down and slurped up a few gobs and stuck out his tongue to show me. I dove in and helped myself to as much as I could suck up, too. Butch was a major cum factory. There was more than we could both clean up before half of it dripped down Butch's sides onto the wooden bench. Ernie went for one last slurp. Butch giggled from being tickled with Ernie's tongue. But Ernie succeeded to gather one final damn good mouthful before it all dripped away. Again Ernie stuck out his curled tongue loaded with fresh jizz. I appreciated the invitation and dove in to swap the remains of Butch's load. Again, sweet thick creamy jizz. Butch must have followed an extraordinary diet to produce such tasty man batter.
I leaned in over Butch and pressed my floppy cock against his chest, rubbing in in/ the last remains of slick stuff that wouldn't dry because of all our mutual sweat. I helped Butch sit up and gave him a friendly kiss. He seemed to appreciate it. And just as his partner had done, he stood up and said, "Nice meeting you guys." And then he left. Where both he and Tory went, we ever found out.
Ernie and I once again found ourselves loitering under the shower heads near the sauna. I tilted my face into the fast running water trying gulp down as much as I could/ to make up for all that I had sweated away. I grabbed both our towels and exchanged them with the sweet goofy guy in the office towel cage. He smiled and winked at me. As he handed me the towels he made an point of bending a little forward out of his cage and stare at my uncovered crotch. Looking down at me he nodded approvingly. What he was nodding about, I'm not sure. I was positive he didn't have any idea of what I did between exchanging towels.
When I returned to the showers Ernie was enjoying the stares from another middle-age guy I'd seen before. He was good-looking, but had a dark guilty look about him. He had thinning hair, but he still looked decent. He was my height /(5'10" - 5'11") and had a decent cock hanging between his legs. I winked at Ernie as I hung up his towel and disappeared into the sauna giving them some privacy.
It had been only one and a half hours since I first arrived in the sauna, but it seemed like days. My dick was red from all of the fucking, but it wasn't sore. \Sometimes that has happened when I've whored for too many hours at the tubs or in the sauna. Hah! The tubs. It was the early 1970s and gay bath houses were in full swing. I did my share of messing around in those places, too. But I preferred to cruise spots like the university sauna or restrooms far off the beaten path that had a unique word-of-mouth reputation. One of the biggest reasons was the lack of attitude. At the baths, everyone wandered around with attitude and made a game of cock blocking when all you wanted was just to get serious about getting down and dirty. The few select tea rooms I frequented and the sauna were mostly free of attitude. Occasionally, I'd run into odd types who weren't quite out of the closet or not sure what they were doing and who tried to interfere with getting any action. But I discovered that ignoring them and fucking and sucking in front of them usually overrode any puritanical pretensions they might have. And soon, they were more often blowing me or enjoying being part of a suck-a-thon just like everyone else.
The shower and field trip for fresh towels had renewed me. Ernie knew that if he wanted the sauna for a private frolic all he had to do was make a sign. No hard feelings. Although, I did appreciate him and others letting me watch them get off in return for guarding the door. That's a sort of unwritten gentlemen's agreement most guys respect. But Ernie never showed me a sign that afternoon that he needed some privacy. In fact, he made a quick appearance in the sauna to ask if I was up for more shit.
"Of course," I said enthusiastically, "Especially if it's with you." Like I said before, /Ernie just clicked something in my head. At home alone I would often rub one out just thinking about him. Ernie disappeared just as fast as he had appeared. I opened the sauna door a little to cool down the room, expecting him to eventually come back.
I saw a few shadows at the far end of the showers and heard the familiar spray of /the shower heads. But it wasn't the shower heads closer to the sauna. I leaned back and spread out with my towel draped across my lap. I began to doze off w/hen I was surprised by the sauna door squeaking open. It was an even bigger surprise when I saw who walked in.
"Hell, where've you been?" a deep masculine voice asked. "I haven't seen you for almost . . . what? A year?" The voice belonged to an older man by the name of John.