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Wayne is 40 now, 2years my junior. We did some modelling for a cheap twink porn mag together back in '01. He was seriously beautiful; black floppy hair, thin but shredded (he was big into martial arts), pale skinned and with the best ass I've ever had the pleasure to rim. He fucked me a few times, but it didn't go the other way as he's (or was) mostly straight. He got more into guys as he got older, and now he's always cruising in the local gay sauna. He still has a fairly good body, but he's not the beautiful young man he was. He's like a lot of us now. Once you're over around 35, all boyish attraction vanishes no matter how fit you keep yourself. For many of us, that really doesn't matter because we're cool with fucking guys our own age and over.
Both Wayne and me though; we never left the early `00s in our sexual tastes. We still want the hot lads and, the odd individual aside, most boys don't want a guy over 30. Certainly not the kind of tired clapped out club-scene dudes me and Wayne are. The lads who come in the sauna at weekends after clubbing are generally drunk or on something. So we're either treated to a glorious shag or derision from lippy twinks who take pleasure humiliating us mature dudes. If only they knew they'll be in our position given a decade or two!
I was doing the usual rounds of the booths upstairs in the sauna around 1am last Sunday. The Saturday night club crowd hadn't come in yet, so the place was empty except for a few of us regulars; all over 30, none particularly interested in each other, all slightly pissed and lounging around the movie room, dark room, steam room or booths watching twink porn.
I'd just come up from the steam room, suitably relaxed, dong still soft but swinging free and energised. I went to the video room because that's where there's usually someone with poppers (or just someone's bottle that they've left behind). When I got there I saw Brett lounging back on one of the leather sofas, towel off, tackle out, legs spread. Brett is a barman of about 40 now too. He was pretty fit back in the day and we shagged a few times. He smiled as I came in and gave me a whiff of his poppers. I dropped my towel too and sat beside him. There we were; two middle aged dudes butt naked beside each other, legs spread, playing with our schlongs watching bel ami or something, high on `gold'.
"you, know Wayne's here" remarked Brett as we waggled our semis.
"Fuck, is he?" I replied "havent seen his knackered man-cunt for a while! Where is he?"
"First booth" answered Brett. "he's got a cute lad in there. Brazilian or something. I think he's rent. Been there about half an hour. I heard Wayne screaming...." Brett laughed. This sounded interesting!
Wayne renting some latin boy's arse? The thought of it. This was Wayne who could've had any guy or girl back in the day. Wayne who I posed with for `boys' magazine bought by pervy twink-chasers. Wayne now a twink-chaser himself!.
Not unlike the rest of us here of course. But that he'd actually be reduced to paying for it; that's something new. I had to investigate!
I stood up, reaching down for my towel while shoving my arse on Brett's face. He laughed as slapped it.
"nah, man! You used to have a pretty hot ass, but I'll take a pass on it now!" I laughed too. He leaned in and planted a friendly kiss on my hole though. "to the good ol' days!'. We both laughed. After taking another sniff of Brett's poppers, I made my way down the dimly lit corridor to booth number 1. The door was unlocked, but closed over. Within I could hear Wayne whispering
"Please man! Do it! I'll give you an extra 20."
Wtf is this about! This sounds interesting! I learned and put my ear to the door, but stumbled and fell into the booth with Wayne and his lad.
"Shit, sorry dude!" I said as I got back to my feet. My towel had slipped so I was now butt naked. I looked at the pvc covered platform and saw Wayne lying back with the hottest latin boy I've ever seen standing straddling over Wayne's face, arsehole hovering over Wayne's lips just out of reach of his tongue. Wayne looked at me with mixed embarrassment and amusement
"Yo dude!"
"hey Wayne" I replied as I got to my feet "who's this hot piece of ass?"
The latin boy grinned at me impishly.
"you want some, you pay" he sneered. Well, I wasn't used to it, but for this guy I'd make an exception. He was just too beautiful.
"What's that ol' perv trying to get you to do for him?" I said to the lad, winking at Wayne
"oh! He wants..."
Wayne butt in, embarrassed "eh...I was just wondering if he needed to pee.. em, you know.."
I laughed heartily. Wayne's into water ports then. So what.
"ah!" I said "well, if you're in need of a shower, I think I'll
join you ol' mate"
"wait till I'm ready" said the twink "I don't need to pee yet. Im gonna take a break. I want to see you both perform" the twink jumped down off the bed and headed to pick up his drink off the counter at the corner of the booth. Wayne and I smiled at each other; so. We're going to perform again like we did 20something years ago. Only this time, we're the middle aged lads and our audience is a beautiful young twink. Wayne opened his legs and thrust out his 40year old hole. I got up on the bed and dove in with my tongue, thrusting my own saggy arse in the direction of the boy as I did. Wayne's arse tasted musky and old. But what the hell. We were pros after all.
The boy thought all this was amusing. He giggled as he watched us older dudes go through the motions, playing as if we were the twinks and our audience was a man our age. He paid off though. The lad eventually conceded to stand up on the bed as me and Wayne lay back, mouths open, wanking furiously, and delivered a glorious shower of his hot, golden lad piss into our ready faces.
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