Sex in the university sauna .08
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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About John__________________
When I was about five-years-old I fell and cut my forehead while playing in my grandparents' back yard. I wasn't more than a toddler and I wore a bandaid over that cut for the rest of the summer. My grandparents and their neighbors across the back fence were great friends. The neighbors had a teenage son who would baby sit and tease me about always having a bandaid on my forehead. His name was John.
One day when I was eighteen I walked through a city park that had a famous reputation for men hooking up for sex. I went into the park's largest men's room, an old building from the the late 1800s and checked it out. There was, predictably, plenty of action. Mostly very old men who would stand around and exchange gummers (blow jobs with their false teeth removed), a few married stragglers on the down low looking to bust a nut before work and the occasional teenager such as myself showed up. All of us wanting to get down and nasty. The city police also showed up. Sometimes it was a good thing. Sometimes it was a bad thing. But plenty of city police would stop in for a quick suck job. I had the dicks of more city cops in my mouth from cruising that restroom than I have fingers and toes. Not all cops are bad. :-)
On this one particular morning the pickings were a bit overripe. Mostly old guys in their late seventies and early eighties were loitering about with their dicks hanging out of their pants. I always let them fondle me. I enjoyed it. They enjoyed it. However, they weren't the type of hook up I was looking for. It they had been, I would have enjoyed more sex than I could have handled.
After checking everyone out I moved near the entrance where a squeaky old screen door announced the entrance of everyone who walked in. I'd turned my head for a minute or two, not noticing all of the men who were actually in the rest room. When I looked back there was one tall striking man standing alone at the long trough urinal with his dick out. And it was some dick, I must say. He was semi hard and it dangled straight out from his fly like a delicious, chubby 10 inch summer sausage. It just dangled in all its glory from his hand. I was in love. I went up to this stranger, grabbed his dick and led him away to have a clandestine encounter in the women's side of the restroom. No one ever used the women's room. They just didn't. We couldn't keep our hands off of one another, stripping our shirts off and lowering pants and shorts around our ankles. This hot stranger deep throated my aching cock. It drove me crazy. I did my best to return the favor and he appreciated it. What impressed me most was his foreskin. He had more foreskin than I'd ever seen and I really got off on working my tongue between his loose skin and the head of his beautiful cock. He surprised me by cumming quicker than I would have liked. But he didn't disappoint because he flooded my eager mouth with a huge load of thick yellow/white spooge. It was delicious. It amused him that I gulped it all down and continued to take all that he had instead of spitting it out. I might have been only eighteen but I had learned that a gentleman never spits out another man's cum. He awlays swallows. Although I didn't shoot, I was OK. We parted from that first encounter both VERY satisfied.
I hooked up with this impressive man a few more times in notorious places after our initial encounter. Eventually, we exchanged phone numbers when I had the good fortune to drag him to my own apartment. After hooking up and fucking a handful of times, I learned that his name was John. Turned out he was the same John, who, as a teenager had been my baby sitter and made fun of the fact I always had a bandaid on my forehead. There's a bit more to that part of the story, but admitting to it here would probably be illegal. To summarize, John became a regular part of my doorbell trade; men I had the hots for who were welcome to show up unannounced any time they wanted at my front door to fuck.
So, John was now standing buck naked in front of me in the sauna. I'd never seen him in there before. But I wasn't unhappy. John still had a giant dick the size of a fat, 10+ inch summer sausage. And even though he was well into his late 50s he had kept himself in great shape. He was a dedicated swimmer, gym rat, and cock sucker, although his favorite thing in the world was to fuck as deep and hard as much and as long as possible.
He sat down next to me and we had an enthusiastic little chat. It was great to see this guy. He was part of my initial set of sexual fantasies from childhood. And he was a damn fine lay. After we settled down I made it clear that I was trolling for as much sex with as many guys as I could. He was welcome to join in if he wanted to. But just hooking up and being exclusive fuck buddies that afternoon wasn't on my itinerary. And that's too bad, because if we did just hook up and spend the afternoon fucking each other's brains out, life would have been just fine. But I had a severe horned up need for group action. It's what I like best.
We sat in the sauna as if it were a duck blind. I did take the opportunity to suck face with him, gobble on his beautiful cock and enjoy one another's bodies. John had great strong hands and could work over the muscles in a body until you were as worthless as wilted lettuce. And did I mention he was damn good-looking? He had strong masculine features, a full head of thick gray hair, bedroom blue eyes a big, broad chest and muscular back, a trim waist, big muscular legs. He was unquestionably the whole package. And I had lusted after him since I was five. As for the piece of meat between his legs, well . . . it was majestic. Ernie and Ray had longer, bigger dicks. But John's cock was just fucking substantial. And he had more foreskin than he knew what to do with, too. I looooove lots of foreskin.
Once we'd settled in and enjoyed a bit of play, activity started once again in the showers. Soon the sauna's door opened and the older man I'd seen earlier eyeing Ernie walked in. He wasn't a bad looking guy. He had a sort of healthy Chester the Molester quality to him, just creepy enough to be sexy . . . a bit mysterious. He nodded to me and John, sitting down at the end of the sauna opposite us. John leaned into me and whispered in my ear, "Watch this." What he had planned was unknown. He moved to the lower bench closer to the middle age guy. Coughed to clear his throat and removed his towel. He then slumped forward and spread his legs far apart, letting his remarkable cock hang down far below his balls. It was, as always, an impressive sight. The older guy locked his eyes on Johns dick and didn't move. John didn't move either, at least not much. Within a minute John's cock began go grow. John didn't touch himself or move at all. He kept his arms raised, resting his elbows and forearms on the second bench above him. Slowly, but steadily, his cock became engorged. The older guy was transfixed. He looked at me briefly a few times. I just stared at John's cock, too -- all the time keeping my own hard on hidden under my towel.
Soon, John's cock was hard enough that it began to twitch. He didn't have a full erection, but it wouldn't be long before it stood straight up at attention. His cock would twitch, the bounce becoming more pronounced as time passed. John was a hot man because he openly found himself sexy and enjoyed showing off. He wasn't arrogant, just enthusiastic. And he wanted you to enjoy him and be enthusiastic, too. Eventually John's cock was almost completely erect. He had his eyes closed and was getting off on showing how big his dick actually got.
The older guy leaned in, arms on his lap and adjusting his towel. He continued to stare at John's man meat. Eventually, John coughed to make eye contact with the older guy. Just by making eye contact John could communicate, "Go ahead. Touch it. I know you want to. I want you to. Just touch it. It's OK." That's a lot to convey with just one look. John leaned back a little further and moved his butt to the edge of the wooden bench. This made his cock stand straight up even more. Finally, the older guy leaned back and removed his towel. Happily, he had a rather impressive erection sticking up from his crotch, too. John nodded at the guy and gave him a big approving smile, then twitched his cock making it bounce up and down. The older guy imitated his rock hard cock move, making his own erection bounce up and down. Finally John broke the tension.
"That's a great looking dick you've got. Would you like me to suck it?" By now the older guy was ready to shoot his load if you touched him, he was that horny. Then John prompted, "Maybe you'd like to check mine out?"
That's all it took. The older guy swooped down and grabbed John's cock and started sucking him for all he was worth. John spread his legs wider and encouraged the guy to play with his balls. He didn't have to ask twice. "Damn, that feels good," John encouraged. He pushed his crotch out even farther and said, "Why don't you wet a finger and see if you can get it up my ass." Fingers were immediately slobbered on and the older guy swiftly inserted one slick finger into John's ass hole. John looked over at me and grinned from ear to ear. He leaned back again and let out a long satisfied sigh. To my surprise, and especially the surprise of the older guy going down on him, John smoothly transitioned to a long, comfortable climax. He produced so much cum the older guy was choking on it as it escaped the sides of his mouth. As he continued to shoot buckets, John looked over to me and grinned, licking lips. But the guy stuck with it and rode it out until John was finished.
John almost had to pull the older guy off of him, the poor man was on the cusp of cumming all over himself, he was so excited. John scrunched closer to the older guy and looked him directly in the eye. "That was great. Thanks. That's one of the best blow jobs I've ever had." And then he surprised the guy by planting a deep kiss on him, making sure the guy got a sense of how much John liked deep, long, sloppy kisses.
John looked at me and asked, "So? What d'ya think?"
I removed my towel to show off my own respectable hard on and said, "I think that's just great."
John motioned for me to move over next him. He pushed the older guy back against the upper bench and grabbed his cock. "Look at that," he smiled. "This guy is just about to pop. Should we help him out?" he asked.
I looked at the older guy and could see a bit of fear in his eyes. "Yeah, that's the least we can do. I'd like a shot at sucking that nice piece of hard meat. How about you?"
"Yup." said John. "I think he'd enjoy us sucking him off." and before the older guy could protest, John had him in his mouth.
The older guy groaned, stiffened and tried to lean back. But before anything happened, John slathered off of him and made him stand up. This gave me the perfect view and position to have a go at him. I kneeled, slowly worked my lips down his shaft, working my tongue as best as I could, and bobbed up and down on the stranger's hair-trigger rod. John had grasped my hard on and slowly stroked me as I enjoyed the taste and feel of our victim. As soon as he started to tremble I stopped and waited for him to settle down. Next, John and I attacked the man's fine cock from both sides, me on one and John on the other. We kissed with his cock between our lips and slid our lips and tongues back and forth up and down that piece of meat, both of us thoroughly enjoying the cheap thrills we knew this caused in the base of the guy's crotch. He couldn't take any more and began spurting. John quickly gulped the cock with his mouth and sucked in a few shots then a fast pass over to me so I could enjoy the taste and feel some of his hot cum hitting inside my mouth. I passed him back. John sucked up some more man juice and passed him back again. I deep throated him and held him until he quit trembling and there was nothing more to drain from his balls.
I took my time slurping off the guy. I turned to John and we swapped the guy's cum during a quick and serious session of tonsil hockey. John kept his hand wrapped around the older guy's cock, making sure he didn't bolt on us. We all leaned back to catch our breath. My cock was still painfully raging hard and stuck straight up to the middle of my chest. I was struck with a warm sense of pride to see it so hard, big and at full attention. John noticed it, too. The older guy reached for me and squeezed it approvingly.
"So, what's your name? I'm John and this is my friend Buck." The older guy was suddenly shy and guilty once again.
"What else do you like to do? Anything else besides suck cock?" John asked encouragingly. "You sure do give a mean blow job. And that piece of meat you have is certainly nothing to be ashamed of." John squeezed the older guy's softening cock when he said, "meat". I moved to the side of the guy and added, "Yeah. You're fuckin' hot, man. You think if we all rest here a bit you could get it up again for me to suck on?" I tried to sound as bawdy as possible, but I don't think it worked.
The older guy said his name was Kent and that he "didn't do this sort of thing very often." He was a married guy on the down low. No doubt about it. But fortunately for him he was on the down low with us. I put my right arm around him and pressed my left hand against his chest.
"Damn, I just want to press myself against you and rub one out. That feel good? Just rubbing my cock up and down against your stomach and chest? Would you like that?" I asked.
The older guy started to smile and he relaxed as I massaged his chest. John worked gently on the back of the guy's neck, giving him a deep finger squeeze. "That feels good," said Kent.
"Yeah. You've got some major tension back there," said John. "We're all about alleviating tension," and he grinned at Kent. John leaned in again and gave Kent a gentle kiss on the mouth. Kent responded positively by letting us both join in and explore him in a slow, wet and very deep sloppy exchange. Kent definitely knew how to kiss.
"How about we go take a quick shower and cool down," suggested John. He helped Kent stand up. I took advantage of the moment to quickly inhale Kent's floppy tool. Hard or soft, I love sucking cock. We left the sauna together and took over the nearby group shower. John teased me by slipping a soapy hand up the crack of my ass. I knew what he wanted. Out of all the men I'd hung out with he was one guy I seriously enjoyed letting fuck me. And it just wasn't because he had such an impressive dick. Lots of guys I know had bigger, but John exuded sexiness; hot man sex to share with other men. And he was all business when it a came to fucking. Also, his incredible foreskin made all the difference when he was deep inside you. He could pull out and still leave an inch or two of skin in your ass, making it feel sweet when he plunged deep back inside.
Our new friend Kent noticed the ass play. I mulled over what it might be like to have him fuck me. I started to get hard again thinking about John fucking me and then have Kent slide up inside my butt right after John. I had to be real horny to fantasize about getting fucked multiple times. An ass is made to hold up against only so much, or so I thought.
I pumped out some hand soap and lathered up Kent's shoulders and back while he stood slumped over with water rushing over him. There was no worry of anyone catching us. And John moved in taking care to lather up Kent's cock and balls, not that they necessarily needed special cleaning. I turned into the spray of the shower and gulped down as much water as I could. When I shook the water out of my eyes I saw Ernie returning. He smiled, nodded and went right into the sauna. I gave him a positive nod. When I looked back at John, he was exploring between Kent's ass cheeks with his soapy hands. It looked like John was going to make sure Kent was good and clean.
I grabbed my towel and tilted my head, indicated to John I was headed back to the sauna. He nodded and licked his lips. Once back inside I had a moment to catch up with Ernie. He'd been checking out the faculty sauna in an adjoining wing of the locker room.
"There was a lot of looking and a little touching, but too much traffic going in and out to get anything started," he reported. I told him about this guy we'd just sucked off.
"Damn, he was cruising me something bad. I even followed him into the faculty sauna, but he acted like a scared mouse," lamented Ernie. "I did run into three young guys in the sauna near the weight rooms. They were fucking hot."
"Anything happen?" I asked.
"No. I guess they thought I was too old for them to be interesting, but they didn't have any problem staring at my dick." He told me that he'd walked in on them sucking one another, but stopped and covered themselves up when they saw him. One of them followed him out to the showers and jacked off in front of him, but that was all.
"You interested in another round of hide the sausage?" I joked. "By the way, how the fuck did you get that hairy dude's cock up your ass?" I asked seriously. "That was a mean fat piece of meat on Butch. It scared me."
"What can I say?" Ernie laughed. "One minute it wasn't there. The next minute it was. He really did open me up wide. But it was worth it. He was just big enough to constantly rub up against that place in your ass where it gets all tingly. In fact, I still feel a little tingly. You get fucked yet?" he asked.
"Nope. Not yet. You want to fuck me? I could use a snake drain like yours to plug my butt. You'll do nicely if you want the job," I teased.
"Let me think about it. Depends on how hard I can get it up. But sure, kid. I'll be happy to fuck you as long as you return the favor." That was a first. Ernie had never suggested that I fuck him. I'd thought about it, but I'd never suspected he'd want me to.
"Well hang on a minute. Do me a favor and stand up." Ernie did as I asked. I turned him around and surprised him buy burying my face between his cheeks. "Don't worry, I just want to taste what I've got to look forward to if you ever do let me fuck you," I teased. And he tasted pretty good. I got my tongue deep into him. He was completely relaxed. A few more tongue jabs and I definitely got a taste of Butch's leftover spooge. Not bad at all. The door opened and John walked in with Kent. Ernie must of liked my tongue action up his ass because his dick hung extra long and was looking like it might be getting hard.
I introduced Ernie to John and Kent. John's effect was immediate. Ernie brightened up and showed a keen interest in wanting to shake John's cock. "Do you mind?" Ernie asked.
"That's what it's there for," smiled John.
Ernie stood handling John's tool as if he was checking over a good zucchini. He let it flop in his hand a bit, checking the heft. He squeezed it then firmly shaked it as if was John's hand. "Yeah. You've got a good one there. I'd sure like to see it in action."
John pushed Ernie down on the lower bench and said, "Suck on it." Ernie was quick to obey. John was still relatively soft and stuffed his entire dick into Ernie's mouth. Ernie approved with a satisfied, "Mmmm . . .mmm," and continued to slurp it around until it grew too large to go down on all of it. John pulled out of Ernie's mouth and whapped him a couple of times in the face with a friendly swap. "Taste OK?" he asked Ernie.
"Damn. That tastes great. You do have a whopper," smiled Ernie. He stood up and held his cock along John's for comparison. Ernie was a little longer, but John's tool was just, well . . . it was fucking luscious.
While Kent watched John and Ernie slap each other's cocks around I dove down and vacuumed Kent's tool into my mouth. He became hard almost instantly. He watched John and Ernie pull their foreskins over the heads of each other's cocks. John, as usual, was producing plenty of pre cum and he wasn't quite as hard as Earnie. John slathered his slick foreskin over the head of Ernie's. They were both moaning pretty good playing hide the salami in each other's foreskin. Apparently, Kent had never seen anybody engage in docking before. Which is always one of my favorite forms of foreplay.
"No. Stop. Not yet. I'll cum!" Kent suddenly pleaded and pulled me off his raging cock. So, I sat up and relaxed, joining Kent watching Ernie and John put on a little show. After a minute or less Ernie was throbbing pretty hard. John was still soft but had pulled his foreskin /over half the length of Ernie's cock. He jacked Ernie off with his foreskin and the sticky sound of their cocks smacking together turned us all on. Soon, John was/ hard as a rock. He pulled his foreskin back revealing Ernie's slathered with enough pre cum that Ernie used it as lube and pumped himself.
"Jesus!" said Ernie. "Did you cum?!" he asked with surprise.
"Not yet," laughed John. "Do you want me to?" "Here, let me clean that rod off for you." John grinned as he knelt down on one knee. He licked Ernie's stiff anaconda and then started sucking. Ernie tapped him on the shoulder and the two of them traded off playing and sucking each other.
I had Kent raging hard from doing my best with my mouth and tongue. I pulled off his cock and interrupted, John and Earnie, "I think we have a man here who needs some attention." I pushed pushed him toward Ernie and John thinking if I could get these hot mature men organized I could get at least one of them to fuck me.