Date: Mon, 5 Nov 2007 18:15:15 +1100
From: AF
Subject: The Sauna Chronicles - Part V

From Part IV

"As far as your other questions are concerned, yes there is a dialect
spoken at gay bathhouses, but in reality, it is very localized. The bottom
line is do what you want to do, until you or he doesn't want to play
anymore. Then you exercise the universal, "No means no" rule, and you or he
moves on. It is all just a game my friend, just a big FUCK GAME, with lots
of HARD DICKS!"

"Now move on sweet thing, spending too much time with a hag like me will
hugely reduce your chances of taking down the prime targets, I KNOW you
have in your sights. Go enjoy yourself, but remember, save your last load
of cum for me."

"Barry, if I weren't married, I think I would be proposing right now," I
said as I opened the door, and headed back, smiling, to the steam room.


Sauna Chronicles -- Part V

I had to smile at how comfortable I felt here. Of course, in part what put
me at such ease was the fact that I was indeed so far from home. Little
likelihood that this American would run into someone he knew in this far
off London sauna. So I was going to take advantage of every opportunity I
could find.

I was intrigued the most by the action on this floor. The pool area was a
hot place to shop for guys. Unlike much of the rest of the venue, the pool
area was well lit, and perhaps because of that, it seemed to be the spot
which attracted the more confident customers. It wasn't that the guys were
all incredibly good-looking, it was just that these were men that were not
afraid of being seen by other guys.

Fat men, skinny men, inked men, hairy men, younger guys, old men, butch
guys, effeminate queens. You found the whole assortment throughout the
sauna, but the ones that walked head held high, boldly making eye contact
-- well those men were on Level II.

The sauna though is the great equalizer in that when you strip a man down
to a towel (or less -- LOL); you get to see all of his warts and
blemishes. You see some really handsome faces of well-groomed men, who you
could easily imagine as CEOs and Company Directors. Good looking men, but
perhaps they carried a few extra pounds, or had pasty white skin that never
saw the sun or fresh air. Other men were strong and muscular (presumably
from hard work outdoors) but were weathered beyond their years. There were
men with more hair on their backs than they had on their heads, and some
old queens who looked like women who had primped and plucked themselves
into some unnatural state.

But that of course was the cool part as well. I'm the first to admit that I
am not a perfect god when it comes to my body. I look good, am fit, and I
tend to look younger than my years, but I doubt that there are a lot of
guys out there that are fantasizing about having sex with me. In the sauna
though, it seems everyone can find something they are looking for . . . and
if it isn't exactly what they are looking for, at least they get what they
need.

With all of these thoughts racing through my head, I decided to just relax
for a few minutes and take in the sights. I found myself a lounge chair
between a really handsome twenty-something jock, and an older white haired,
heavily overweight `grandpa-type'.

As I lay back, I thought to myself, even if I don't look as hot as the
jock, I certainly look a hell of a lot better than the old
man. Interestingly though, just a few minutes later a good looking
forty-ish man started eying our area. He didn't seem to be focused on the
jock, so I assumed he must be looking at me. After a few minutes though, he
came over, and moved right past me, and sat at the side of the older guy's
lounge chair. I couldn't hear everything that the two were saying, but I
could tell that there was a lot of flirting going on, and they were both
attracted to each other.

Momentarily, it was a bit crushing to the ego, but then I realized there
were a lot of very sexy men here, and while I found them hot, I didn't
necessarily want to fuck all of them. Some guys were interesting to me, but
not on my fuck wish list -- and I supposed, the rest of the guys here had a
right to their own lists. Different strokes for different folks.

As I was a bit most in thought, I hadn't really noticed that my cock was
getting hard again. No specific guy was getting me excited, just the
excitement of the location, and the adrenaline running through my body. As
I looked down I saw that the towel wrapped about my waist was tented a bit,
and it surely was no secret that my cock was hard. I quickly looked around
to see if anyone had noticed, before I realized that it really didn't
matter here. While sporting wood might not be the best in your local gym,
around here was anyone really going to be offended by a hard cock? I
doubted it.

Nevertheless with Johnny at the ready, I decided I was rested enough to see
what excitement I could find, so decided to head back around the corner to
the saunas and steam. As I stood up, I was happy to notice that a few heads
turned. Either some guys has spotted, and appreciated my growing bone, or
they just liked what they saw . . . in any case, it was a bit flattering to
see that it wasn't only the older guy who was attracting suitors -- LOL.

As I re-entered the sauna, I saw that I was alone with a younger guy who
was probably only about twenty-two years old. He was seated against the
wall, so that anyone who came in to the sauna was directly in his view. I
took a seat only a few feet away from him, but on a raised platform. The
young man was really not who I would have thought I would be attracted to,
at all. He was very boyish, but there was something about him that was
sexy, and very cocksure. He looked over at me, and I could tell that he
either liked what he saw or he flirted with everyone this way. He had a way
of looking that looked like he wanted to do nasty things with me, and
suddenly I could feel my cock getting really hard.

After a minute of sitting there looking very intensely into each other eyes
he stood up and let his towel drop. He as definitely a skinny little
bastard, but had a fairly long curved hard dick, and it was still
soft. Without any kind of foreplay, he kneeled on the bench below me,
lifted up my towel, and started sucking my cock. I sprang to attention.

WOW, I really loved this place. While this stud was too skinny to be
considered sexy in my mind, I remember the one thing that I found
incredibly hot. He had this long curly hair (definitely not in style, but
somehow, you could tell that it was this guys trademark), which was so
silky soft. As I ran my hands through his hair I was so turned on. He was
definitely an adult (a young one, but certainly no kid -- that would
definitely NOT be my scene), but his hair was so fine, that somehow the
hair made me imagine he was pure innocence. Of course the fact that he
could give some amazing head made me realize that this young man was far
from innocent.

"Hey sexy," I whispered down. "Not sure if you want to swallow my load, but
if you don't you better slow it down."

"I can swallow, as long as you are disease free, champ" he said as he
paused and looked up, "but I'm sure we could find somewhere else to put
this stuff. But fuck I need just another little taste of that pre-cum," he
laughed as he went down again on my rock hard cock.

Suddenly the door opened and two guys walked in. As they entered they had
the zombie stare, where they tried to avoid all eye contact, but as soon as
they noticed what was going on, they dropped all pretence that they were
not looking. I felt like a porn star as they watched this hot young stud
work my cock. I tried to discreetly cover his head with my towel, but he
just pushed it aside with his hand. Obviously he didn't much care if he had
an audience, and I wasn't exactly in the mood to stop him from his
business.

One of the guys just stood about a foot away and watch open mouthed as I
received the blow job. The other guy sat right next to me and started
pawing at the young guys curls with one hand, and my chest with the
other. The first guy then started rubbing his towel clad dick on the bj
artist's ass. While the attention was a bit flattering it also was a bit
irritating. I mean I found my own piece of ass, couldn't they find their
own.

I pushed the seated guy's hand away, while my cock-sucking young friend
used a free hand to swat the dry humping guy away, but it was all getting a
bit claustrophobic.

"Champ, let's get out of here," the cock sucker looked up. I don't mind an
audience but if any cock is going to bang my arse it's going to be this
one."

I was blown away at how bold this guy was. Yep, he definitely was no
kid. Youthful looking, but he obviously had had his share of man-sex, and I
loved how he could look so innocent, but act like such a slut.

We both stood up, and he quickly grabbed our two towels, throwing them over
his shoulder. With a by now pretty obviously erect cock, he headed out the
door, with my saliva covered, hard, wet cock following his sexy ass
closely.

As we rounded the corner, the guys in the Jacuzzi enjoyed a smile as the
two "young bucks" (OK, I was well older than this young man, but for the
Jacuzzi crowd, I definitely fell into the young buck profile), headed off
for some privacy. Without pausing to wrap a towel around himself, or giving
me mine, this hot dude, let the way down the stairs back down to Level
I. We passed a number of guys on the stairs and in the corridor, and quite
a few tried to have a quick grab of one of our cocks or asses. Brushing
them aside, I was lead down the corridor to the last room, which housed the
video room. This seemed a strange room to find privacy, but as we entered
we headed to a space behind the screen which I had not yet discovered. On
the raised platform was a fairly large area of plastic covered mattresses.
There were a few couples in different areas of the room, but it seemed that
in this room there was almost a hands-off orgy vibe. One or two pure
lookers would check out the action, and you could watch the guys around
you, but it seemed most guys were happy to let you do what you wanted
without feeling they had a right to join in.

As the young stud, lead me to a corner and sat me down, he whispered, "Be
right back, I want that dick up my hungry arse."

I would have thought that with a long, slender, curved cock like his, he
would have been more of a top, but was quite pleased that he wanted me to
fuck him. For some reason, in my straight life fantasizing about gay sex, I
had always imagined that the guy with the bigger cock would always be the
top. Not sure why that was, but it was perhaps a reason why I had never
been able to commit to a gay lifestyle, and I had instead pursued
heterosexuality. I knew my cock was small, but somehow nearly all of my
fantasies about men involved me taking the more active role. Perhaps
subconsciously, I thought that if my cock wasn't big enough to satisfy a
man, then perhaps I needed to settle for a woman.

(OK perhaps I wasn't quite so philosophical as I was awaiting fucking this
stud, but I've spent a lot of time since thinking about this, and figure
this mis-perception about cock size and sexual dominance had a huge impact
on my sexual development . . . but we'll save that for the psychiatrist! --
LOL)

In just a few seconds, the young man returned with a condom and a handful
of lube. He passed the condom to me, and told me, "Let me suck your dick
hard again . . . OK I can see that is not so necessary . . . and put this
on . . . "

Fumbling I opened the condom package with my teeth, and the condom popped
out. Feeling like I might shoot my load with all of this excitement before
I made it to the destination, I quickly rolled the condom down the shaft of
my hard cock.

"Now, I like it a bit rough champ, so don't worry about taking your
time. Slather some of this lube on your hard little cock, and when you're
ready fuck me like you want to punish me. I'm going to get on my hands and
knees, and forget the fucking foreplay just plough me."

Christ. This was freaking me out. While I definitely more stimulated about
the fantasy of doing the fucking rather than getting fucked, this guy was
challenging all of my pre-conceived ideas. This guy was clearly a bottom in
terms of liking to get fucked, but somehow with him calling all of the
shots, I had the feel that he was going to fuck me with his arse, I wasn't
going to fuck him with my cock. Now THAT was way hot.

As I lubed my cock, I was tempted to place a bit of lube up this guy's sexy
chute, but following his instructions, I decided to just slam away. NEVER
with a woman had I been so violent, so raw, and it was an amazing
sensation.

"You FUCKING prick, you're ripping my arse apart," the young man shouted
back much louder than I expected.

But while his words protested, I could feel his body bracing for more. He
dropped down on to his forearms so that his ass was firmly braced for my
cock. "You bastard, are you trying to kill me with that thing?" he even
more loudly continued.

"Fuck you, you silly bitch," I heard the words leaving my mouth. Who was
this saying these things? I felt that this was almost an out of body
experience; I wasn't playing a role so much as being transported into
another secret part of my own personality. "What kind of self-respecting
faggot are you if you can't take a little cock like mine? If you don't
quite your complaining, after I'm finished I'll let every guy in here take
a shot at your ass."

As I looked around the room, I saw that the room was suddenly packed. I
hadn't heard many guys as verbal as we had been, and apparently it was a
welcome change. Guys were pushing to get a view.

"You Americans all think you're a bunch of cowboys. You think you can just
come in and ride my English arse like I'm some wild bull on your ranch?"

"No wonder we won our war of Independence, if British men you're all a
bunch of cock-sucking pansies. Just shut up and get ready to get your tight
little ass bruised because you don't deserve any better."

I could feel the spunk welling up inside me as I began to pound his ass
harder and harder. I wanted to hold off as long as I could, because I was
loving being the star of the show. Around me, out of the corner of my eye,
I could see a lot of guys wanking their dicks, and really getting into the
live entertainment, and I didn't want to disappoint.

"FUCK, BITCH, FUCK, YOU . . . FUCKING COCK-SUCKING HORNY BITCH, . . . I'M
. . . FUCK . . I'M GOING TO CREAM YOUR . . . OH FUCK, . . . ah you
beautiful bitch, your ass was built for cock," I exhaled as my cock sent
out spurts of cum. I felt like the cum came from deep inside my balls, and
kept cumming. Suddenly, I felt my arm and back were getting wet. As I
looked up, this huge hulk of a man was jerking his dick and cumming on
me. Feeling hot cum spray me, made me shoot another load before I fell down
spent on my young friends back.

"Fuck you mate," my friend whispered in mock anger. "You're a ruthless
bastard."

"OK sissy boy, for that crack, you're really going to get your arse ripped
apart . . . any guys with big schlongs ready to shut up this little
tight-assed slut?" I called into the room.

Wordlessly, a heavy set biker guy stepped forward, and pushed his way next
to me. He certainly didn't have the biggest dick I had seen today, but it
was really thick and he had MASSIVE hairy balls. He had a big belly, but it
was one of those rock solid bellies, that appeared to be flab free. He was
heavily inked, and even his cock was partially tattooed, and there was
nothing about this guy that you could have pegged him as a queer.

"Bitch, look at your punishment," I said as I withdrew my cock and pointed
my cock-suckers head to this big burly biker.

"No fucking way, mate," he protested, as he spread his knees a bit further
apart, and braced himself for his punishment. Again, his words said one
thing, but clearly this guy wasn't going anywhere, and the biker was ready
to give him a pounding.

The biker was rougher than any guy I had ever seen naked, and watching him
fuck was so hot. My macho persona was perhaps a bit menacing, but this guy,
actually scared me a little bit. My cock-sucking friend though absolutely
loved getting raped by this hulk. Moaning and bitching the whole time, the
cock sucker locked his elbows to take the full thrust of the biker's thick
meat. The biker fucked in silence, while the cock sucker gasped and
bitched, but his words of protest only egged on the biker more. Suddenly
the biker's body went stiff. His legs shot straight out, as he let the full
weight of his body drop on the skinny cock-sucker.

The cock-sucker let out a bit of a muffled cry, as he probably really
feared being crushed by this giant of a man. The giant's body twitched a
couple of times, and then as if he had just bent over to tie his shoes, the
biker stood up, withdrawing his thick cock from the cock-suckers ass with
an audible slurp. Seemingly without any reaction he grabbed his towel
pushed the crowd aside, and left the room.

It seemed nothing was normal in this place. Suddenly the crowd dispersed,
and my friend slowly stood up, leaning into me, as I pulled him to his
feet.

"Mate, YOU are a fucking PRICK," he beamed to me. "Now that you've used and
abused my tight little arse, how about you help me clean this shit up? I
think I'm going to need a bit of help getting up the stairs after you gave
my ass that that hung bastard."

This time wrapping ourselves in our towels we headed downstairs to the
Ground Level, and the showers. There was a large walk-in shower on one end
of the locker room, and we made our way over there. Inside, one shower was
running, and naturally, it was the biker. Lathering his now soft and little
cock, he seemed oblivious to the fact that we had just entered. As I turned
on two taps and we started lathering our own bodies, he looked our way, but
it was as if he already had forgotten what had only minutes before
transpired. This place was a fucking freak show, but as I lathered my cock,
I knew that I would be forever hooked on gay saunas.  The big bad biker
left the shower room; my young cock sucking friend left the room; and I
continued to enjoy the hot soapy water wash over my body. I closed my eyes,
and tried to recall all that had happened today.

I was completely spent as I walked out of the showers and headed to my
locker. As I opened my locker, and prepared to head back to my hotel, I
pulled out my clothes, I finished drying my body.

"Excuse me, my friend, it looks like I have the locker next to you," comes
a deep sexy Northern European voice from just over my shoulder. As I turn
towards a drop dead gorgeous tall, blond, blue-eyed man. Frozen, I gazed
into his eyes, and couldn't believe how handsome he was. "Uhm, would you
mind . . . uh, may I please get by?" he smiled down at me.

"Oh sorry," I said, "I'm a little out of it. Yeah sure, I just wanted to
check the time, and can't find my watch," I fumbled. What the fuck, I was
spent, I was leaving, I couldn't even think about another hard on . . . I
smiled as I could feel my cock getting stiff once again. Even though my
brain and the rest of my body said it was time to go, I knew I had to have
this sexy guy -- oh fuck maybe I'd have a heart attack before I ever got
enough of this place . . .

"Oh it is eight o'clock in the evening" he answered. The evening is still
young, wouldn't you say?"

Oh FUCK. If memory served me correctly I had arrived at around 2:30 this
afternoon. Five and half hours, several blowjobs, and one fuck later, here
I was getting hard AGAIN. "Oh yeah, the night is still young." I replied as
I stood there like a near zombie and watched him undress.

I wasn't sure if I was imagining how handsome he was, but as he dropped his
trousers, he showed the sexiest muscled legs and ass I had seen in
awhile. As an undies fan, my mouth dropped as I saw what he was
wearing. The underwear had a very masculine cut, 3-4 inch sides, but the
fabric was relatively sheer, and VERY form-fitting. Obviously he ass was
very firm, with the fabric clinging to the space between his ass cheeks,
and the bulge was . . . well BULGING! The light blue color almost matched
his eyes.

"Have you been here long today? Is there much action?" he asked as he
unbuttoned his uniform shirt (only now had I noticed that he was either a
pilot or a flight attendant), and that the first garments removed had been
his pilot's cap.

"Pretty much just got here," I lied. "But I'm sure those that are looking
for action, can probably find it." I flirted back.

Slowly pulling down his semi-sheer briefs to expose a beautiful cock and
exquisite Speedo tan lines, he turned to me as his cock began to harden, "I
was kind of hoping to take in a bit of steam, and then maybe I could find
some handsome guy, maybe even an American guy, to take back to my hotel
room."

"A bit of steam? Sounds like a good idea," I smiled. "I think the steam
room is upstairs, let me show you the way."



TO BE CONTINTUED . . .