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Short Story - The Silent Sauna Visitor
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|  |  | | by David M. Brinks, in General , posted 31 March 2006 |
Sometime ago I wrote about my first sexual experiences with my school buddy Jan. Although Jan and I have had sex for many years after that initial time, soon he wasn’t the only one. After I left my parents’ house and moved to the big city, I just couldn’t get enough sex. In some way I was addicted to the thrills of unknown bodies and the uncertain possibilities of how I might be handled. So, a hot feeling still starts inside me and spreads all over me, whenever I think of an experience in the twin saunas which were part of a gym where I used to work a couple of months in the late 1970s.
Although it wasn’t really a gay gym, the only patrons were men. Behind the work-out room there were two sauna rooms, side by side. Each had a wooden door with a very small window, so if the lights were off inside, it would be very dark indeed. Normally, the lights were on, of course. In the first sauna, that is. That’s the sauna where most of the athletes went after practice to sweat out the aches from sports practice. The guys used to sit in there and joke and tease each other, the favorite tease being about who had just gone into the second sauna. The fact is that, joking aside, there was a pretty heavy amount of traffic going between the first sauna and the second one.
That second sauna had a warm feeling which was not just due to the heat from the burner; the guys were positively friendly.
I remember going to the second sauna one day after a long jog. I was in my early-twenties at the time, slim and tight, with short blond hair, long eyelashes and that insatiable yearning for sex with men.
It was dark inside the sauna room. The sweaty, naked bodies of six men were there, seated on a two-level set of wooden benches. I sat down on an upper bench, letting the heat soak into me. After a while, a guy came in, a bit older and a bit taller than me, with wonderfully rounded muscles all over. I still remember his shoulders, firm as rounded knobs on old-fashioned bedposts, and his biceps. In the quickly fading light of the closing door, he caught a glimpse of me and hold my gaze. I had seen him around the gym before, and admired his body from a distance. He had brown eyes; they somehow looked knowing.
He sat next to me. He noticed my stiff dick. (I had the habit of getting an erection very quickly when a situation was somehow exciting.) He reached over and started stroking it. I did the same to his.
Soon he was reaching his finger into my asshole. Before long it slid all the way in. My cock was now so stiff it hurt, because I go crazy with sexual feeling if a man touches my asshole. It's the most sensitive part of my body, and it just kind of takes over my mind if some man decides to play with it real nice. Both of us were sweaty all over, so it didn’t take much for him to slide more fingers in. I continued stroking his impressive cock.
Soon, to my surprise, he stands up, facing me, lifts my legs with his arms and pushes his cock into my ass. He starts fucking me, and he fucks me and fucks me. The sopping sound of his wet cock ramming in and out of my sweaty ass makes me extremely horny. I’m certain our sounds are heard by the several other men who are still in the sauna. The door opens several times; each time there is a shaft of light, so he stops and pulls out of me, then thrusts back in when the door shuts. It feels so good each time he enters me again.
After I don’t know how long, we hear the owner of the gym shuffling by with keys, loudly saying that the sauna is closing. I figure our time is up, but as the two of us leave the sauna, he takes my hand and leads me with a curt “Come!” through the locker room to a set of metal stairs leading down to a dark boiler room. I didn’t even know these stairs existed, since they are hidden behind the last row of lockers in this very large locker room which has at least twenty rows of lockers.
We go under the stairs, where it is dark and the floor is dirty and wet. I’m a bit hesitant, but he orders me to lay my towel on the ground and to lie down on it. Docilely, I do what he tells me to do. He gets down on top of me and lifts my legs on his shoulders again. His long, thick, slightly curved boner is still wet and sweaty, and my ass is still slippery from the sweat and his streaks of pre-cum and the sweat of the guys who had sat down before me on the sauna bench.
He slides his dick up into me easily this time, then starts fucking, slowly at first, then faster and harder. Like me when I jog, he is in this for the long haul, and he maintains his tempo like there is no beginning and no end. He fucks and fucks and fucks.
The water off the metal pipes of the steamy boiler room drips onto my body from above. I am being pushed into the floor by this guy, but at the same time, his rockhard cock is making my insides feel hot. I feel loved and safe. Then he comes, spurting his juice inside me and then after awhile he slips his cock out of me. When he pushes a couple of fingers in my asshole, I come too. My first spurt flies over my hand and lands on the dirty smears of grease behind me. The rest lands on my cheek and chest. He lies on top of me for a moment while my cum is traveling down my side to the floor and the last of it oozes out of my dickhead.
Then he stands up, rolls me in double-quick time on my stomach and slaps my butt a few times really hard. This almost gives me a boner again, but he kisses me quickly on my mouth, goes up the stairs and is gone. I lie there for a moment, exhausted and satisfied, hearing the guys upstairs clanging their lockers shut. Then I, too, get up and head for the showers.
I don’t even know the name of my silent stallion and I never saw him again at the gym. But I still love him, because he taught me what immense pleasure one can derive from a truly anonymous, hard fucking. And that’s a lesson I have put into practice many times since. |
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