Date: Sat, 12 May 2018 17:40:43 -0300 From: Octavio Ocampo Subject: University Sauna Chapter 3 More about Ray ------------------------------ When Ray and I first ran into each other it was four years earlier in a forgotten men's room in the student union. I walked in one day and caught him fucking a young skinny kid, balls deep. Both had their eyes rolled back in their heads. I'm sure Ray didn't appreciate being disturbed. Even though I quickly excused myself and hid in one of the toilet stalls, he glared at me when he was finished pile driving into his young cum dump. The second time we bumped into one another was a few weeks later in the darkened foyer of a lecture hall in the English Department. The place was known among a select crowd as being a dark room, completely blacked out, where student, faculty, janitors and what have you would gather to anonymously grope one another in the dark on Saturday mornings. Saturdays the building was closed and accessed by one door hidden behind thick bushes where it wouldn't attract attention. The janitors always made sure that particular door was left unlocked. There were three janitors who maintained the English Department class rooms and offices. Fortunately they were big on cultivating a culture of tea room activity in their building when no one was around. Two of the janitors were stoner type brothers with long brown hair. They were muscled young bears about a year apart. Both had moustaces. The third janitor was a skinny older man with bright smiling blue eyes. They used their positions as caretakers of the English Department building to their advantage, making sure the building and restrooms were available for lots of clandestine sexual encounters when there were no classes. They cleaned the building each evening after the last 7:00 pm class had let out. The many mens rooms on the basement level were a guaranteed place to enjoy some quality cruising and meet up with one or several students and older men from the community for rampant sexual escapades. Saturday mornings the enclosed foyer to the auditorium doubled as a very popular dark room where you were assured of privacy (with a bunch of other horned up men). You could usually give and get as much anonymous sex as one could handle. One Saturday I was leaning up against a back wall in the auditorium foyer along with seven or eight other guys. We were waiting to get serviced by the cock hounds who had shown up and marked out their territory in the dark. Some guy grabbed my cock and gave me an incredible suck job. He was better at it than I was and I consider myself to be very good at sucking dick. I reached down to hold the guy's head and skull fuck him, which seemed agreeable to the guy whose mouth was firmly clamped over my tool. Instead of the usual 40-55 year-old something married guy hanging out on the down low (one of my favorite types of men, by the way) I felt the rugged features of Ray trying to drain my balls. He didn't know who he was sucking off. So, when he sputtered almost choking on my load I pulled out a bit early and knelt to find his mouth. I forced my tongue down his throat and made him swap the hot cum he had drained from my balls. At first he tried to pull away. But he seemed to like the idea of snowballing and gave in. We enjoyed a good two or three minutes of swapping my cum back and forth, spitting enough into my hand so I could slick up his beautiful hard on and pleasure him. Someone rammed his cock between our lips and Ray welcomed me to help tag team the anonymous cock. Ray never realized it was me he had sucked off or me who had helped him work the second anonymous (and big) cock to explosive glory until about ten minutes later. Satisfied and spent, I had left the dark foyer and waited outside of the lecture hall for Ray to finish up. He was shocked to see it was me waiting for him. We didn't say much. I just said, "Thanks for sharing," and left it at that, rearranging my cock so it made an outline down yhe leg of my pants. Ray smiled and cavalierly said, "Any time bud. Any time." and that was that. Ever since we've enjoyed each other's company, the mutual company of others, or kept guard for one another while cruising for hot action. The success of this odd friendship is based on not talking with each other unnecessarily. It is based on respecting that we're both out for the same type of action: getting as much cum as possible. We also respect each other's space, in short, no cock blocking. -------------------------------------------- The young men had left and we both relaxed in the slow heat of the sauna listening to the sound of water spraying from the showers. I kept watch through the glass door. Ray wiped sweat off of his face and neck. He got up and walked out to cool down. He had worked harder than I had sucking off our recent encounters. I stayed on the lower bench where it wasn't terribly hot and caught a glimpse of Ray hugging the two young men behind a marble shower partition, squeezing their junk. I also finally left to cool down. The showers were never hot. The water was just warm enough to feel cool but not shock your skin. I rinsed off, cleaning out my butt crack and gargling some shower water. My towel was soaking wet. I trundled down the long passageway of gym lockers to the cute goofy guy in the towel cage and exchanged towels. "You're still here?" he gently grilled me. "I thought you'd have left by now." He just grinned as if we were both in on some kind of a joke. He was always friendly and I teased him by calling him the "King of the Towels." He was straight. And the rumor was that his job handing out towels and watching the changing room office was the only job he could get after having just been sprung from a couple of years in county jail. But he was harmless and sort of entertaining to talk to. He was always pleasant and never gruff. A nice guy. I walked back to the showers and hung up my dry towel while I took another cool down. I also drank several buckets while the water hit the front of me. Then it was business as usual as I returned to the sauna to cruise. The sauna was empty. I took up my usual position in front of the glass door, keeping the door open just enough that it didn't get too hot.