Sauna Encounter 1
I recently turned 50 years old. This milestone gave me a chance to reflect on things done and, more to the point, not done in my life so far.
I realised I had never been to a gay sauna. These are closing in large numbers now, with apps and the internet removing the need to go out and look for sex. And I have used grindr, squirt and fabguys, with reasonable success. But I wanted to try a gay sauna, with darkroom, before they disappeared for ever.
There is one about 35 miles away, easily accessible by train, so I chose a Sunday when my partner was away and jumped on the train. I arrived at the sauna just after 12 noon, which got me an early bird price. I was given a towel, a locker key on a rubber band, and, after I had changed to just the towel, given a quick tour.
After the tour guide left me, I headed for the jacuzzi. One guy was already in there, and we got chatting. He seemed friendly and I admitted this was a first time. He was very kind and made me feel at ease. We parted ways and I headed, somewhat fearfully, to the darkroom area.
There were several private rooms along a corridor, and at the end of that a small cinema showing porn. I sat and watched for a while, unsure what to do next. I prowled up and down the corridor of rooms and saw one slim older guy, good body, standing naked in the entrance to one of the rooms. I plucked up my courage and moved to the door. He stepped further in to let me in and I knew I had struck gold!
He shut the door, pulled my towel away to reveal my raging boner and quickly went to work on it with his mouth. He was good, and my cock felt so good in his mouth. He stroked my balls and his hand crept round to my bumhole. I leant forward slightly to allow him easier access, and he took the hint, inserting a finger. He quickly found my prostate and massaged it whilst still sucking me off. The tip of my cock was on fire, and I felt close to orgasm. He sensed my impending crisis and eased back a little, still massaging my prostate.
I was starting to lose the ability to see (you know that kind of orgasm?) and I wanked myself over his face as he continued to finger my arse. I shot loudly and profusely (I am a loud climaxer!) aiming for my sucker's face and chest rather than his hair, and I think I succeeded. He smiled, I thanked him (it seemed only polite) and he went back to his vigil at the door as I headed away.
After a cup of tea upstairs at the snack bar, I decided I wanted some more, so I headed back down. I stood hopefully in the door of a private room, and after a few minutes an Asian guy came in and offered to suck me. I was really wanting to suck, but he seemed keen, so I let him for a while. It fizzled out a bit and we went our separate ways.
I headed to the cinema to find one guy being sucked off by another in full view of everyone. I had wondered if that was `allowed' and clearly it was. But how to instigate? I stood and watched as the suckee blew his load, and the sucker wandered off. The suckee was replaced by another guy who opened his towel and wanked as he watched the film.
My heart beating, I wandered over. I cautiously lowered my hand to his cock and he let me wank him. Encouraged, I dropped to my knees and took his entire cock, about 5 inches I think, into my mouth. The gasp from him was audible. I moved my head and lips rhythmically along his shaft, savouring the sweetness of the taste and the twitching of his cock. I wasn't there long before he silently climaxed, filling my mouth with spunk, the first I had tasted since I arrived. I licked his cock clean, he thanked me and left. I stood back to the side and waited. Not for long. A fit guy with a very long cock sat down and started to play with himself. Again, I put a hand out and he let me. I was quickly on my knees again. He pushed my head onto his cock, which must have been 8 inches, causing me to gag, but it was too beautiful not to keep at it. I let his cock fill my mouth and throat, and looking up saw that he had laid back on the bench (it was deep enough to be almost a bed), his chest heaving as I worked my tongue and throat around his head, savouring the anonymity of at all, the sluttiness of it, wanting to add his cum load to the one already sitting in my stomach. After a few minutes he pushed my head from his cock to his balls, and I took both into my mouth, rolling them round as he wanked himself to climax. As he did so I came back up and took as much as I could into my mouth, tasting and swallowing what I could get, licking his cock clean.
Flushed with success, I wanted more, and, having watched the videos of guys fucking each other on the porn screen for some time, I badly wanted a cock up my arse. Another cinema wanker appeared and I followed my now established routine. As I slurped on his cock, I felt a finger probe my arse -- someone else was joining in! I thrust my arse back I encouragement, making my hole more accessible. The single finger multiplied to two, fucking and stretching my willing arse as I sucked on the cock in front of me. The fingers were withdrawn to be replaced by a tongue, pushing into my hole and driving me wild. It must have had a similar effect on the guy I was sucking off as he came into my mouth as the other guy's tongue rolled around my tingling bumhole.
I turned to the rimmer and asked if he fucked? No, he said, he had ED, and I could see his cock was flaccid, although dripping. I enjoyed for a few moments more and then moved away. I need a fucking, sorry' I said to the rimmer. He smiled back. good luck. At least you are all loosened up for one now.'
I wandered back to the private rooms and found one free. I stood, towel discarded now, in the door, giving off waves of `please, for god's sake, fuck meeeee!' All I wanted was a cock in me. I had abandoned any thought of what the guy attached might look like, that, I decided, didn't matter. Anyway, it was dimly lit, naked bodies being little more than shadows, their flesh tones revealed only briefly as they passed under a dim spot bulb. My eyes had adjusted to the gloom - enough to see them by, not enough to worry about how good looking, or not, they were. Enough to see a cock, enough for them to see my eager butt.
It worked. A big built, tattooed guy with a stiff cock (helped by a cock ring) came in. Do you fuck?' I asked. Yes' Safe only' OK'. He shut the door and I dropped to my knees to taste his cock. It was 6 inches, steel-rod stiff and curved upwards. Goody.
I stood up and he told me to sit on the padded bench. He pulled me to the edge and lifted my legs, exposing my bumhole. A chorus of fuck me, please' was running through my entire body. At last, the consummation I had lusted after; a total stranger, and a hunky one too, was going to fuck me. He rubbered up and in one swift movement impaled me on his cock. The fingering and tonguing I had received earlier had opened me up, so there was no issue with his going balls deep on the first thrust. His balls rested on my buttocks as my arse swallowed him to the base of his shaft. He started to thrust his cock tip teasing my prostate. Fuck me' I groaned.
He set up a steady rhythm, thrusting into my hole, his cock head now hitting my prostate, his balls slapping on my butt, my body in total surrender to the fuck. After a few minutes he stopped, pushed me down so I was lying on my side with my arse hanging over the edge, and continued to fuck me. All I knew was his cock in my hole. All I wanted to know was this man's cock in my hole. Nothing else mattered, nothing at all.
He stopped and pulled out. `Get onto all fours' he said. I readily assumed the position on the bench. He climbed up behind me, and I gratefully felt his cock enter me again. His thrusting resumed, his shaft making me gasp in pleasure as he filled me, his tight balls tantalising my thighs with their tapping rhythm.
Wank yourself' he growled, I want you to cum when I'm fucking you' My balls were boiling at this stage, and I needed no further encouragement. I tried to go slowly, to make it last, but the cum rose in my body too quickly to hold back for long. I exploded as he thrust into me, scattering cum in multiple ropes across the bench. I could hear yelling, and realised it was me. I gasped for air, my vision swimming, his cock still inside me, forcing the last drops of cum from my cock from the inside. He stopped and withdrew slowly.
Wow' said my fucker. I'm going to hold off for a bit' and he tidied up to go. I wiped the bench (vinyl covering) and, grabbing my towel again, headed off to the showers and then the changing room. Very satisfied, I left and caught a train home.
I knew I would go back, and sooner rather than later. But what happened then is the next instalment.
I have enjoyed writing my memory of my first visit to a sauna. I hope you have enjoyed it to. Any thoughts, feedback etc, please email me. If enough people like my story, I will send in a sequel.