Written by Pentup47

Fact
28 Dec 2015


THIS TRUE recollection was prompted by a story posted here in mid-December entitled 'Sauna'.

I had long been fascinated by the gay sauna culture. Having never visited one, nor known anyone who had, I was curious to discover just what went on in these places: what was permitted and what was considered out of bounds.

I tracked down a suitable establishment about 20 miles from Birmingham. Its website looked ok - neither flash nor seedy. The telephone enquiry I made about opening hours was received courteously and so I decided to give it a go. I have to say that getting through the front entrance door was the hardest part of all. I very nearly turned around to head back to the bus station!

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained," I murmured to myself as I finally set foot inside. The guy I'd spoken to on the phone was on the reception desk and by my nervous manner he soon realised that I was a novice. "Well, you've chosen the best day of the week to visit," he said, handing me my locker key and receipt with a grin. "Today's our 'Bare All' day."

"Oh yes, what's that?"

"You don't get a towel! Which means that everyone in every room will be completely naked." He glanced down at my crotch. "So your manhood will be on display for all to see!"

It was too late to turn back!

I cautiously undressed in the changing room, keeping well away from other clients. Then, following a directional sign saying 'Steam Room', I strolled out, trying not to look to closely at all the cocks on display. Cocks of every shape, size, hue and cut; soft, semi-erect and rigid. Even on some of the older men there were some real monsters. I saw one flaccid ten incher that looked simply awesome. I couldn't take my eyes of it. It's owner gave me a big smile and a nod, then stroked it slowly, as if to say: Let's meet up later, shall we?"

The Steam Room was a revelation. Visibility was difficult, but I could just discern six bodies dotted around the perimeter on the marble benches. Two, like me, were trying to mind their own business, carefully avoiding making eye contact. Two younger members were happily sitting side-by-side stroking each other's cock to erection, while an older man was bent forward sucking a young man's cock hungrily. I was already semi-stiff, when a very well-hung black guy entered the room and made a bee-line for my bench. We briefly made eye contact. He looked down at his own cock and then at me, as if to say: "Interested?"

Was I interested? You bet! It was a monster! At least eight inches long, thick and uncut, with a huge hood. I imagined sliding the coiled tip of my tongue into that inviting space. I smiled back and tentatively reached across to touch his glorious member. He lazed back on the bench and closed his eyes as I started to stroke him to a lovely erection. His glans appeared from the tip of the hood, along with a lovely droplet of pre-cum. I so wanted to taste it! I bent forward and extended my tongue, so that I could lick his broad, mushroom-shaped cockhead. When I was inches from placing my lips around it, I felt him lightly press his hands on the back of my head, forcing me down onto his lovely manhood. Moments later, he gave a gutteral groan as he flooded my mouth with a huge load of warm creamy spunk. This guy must have been 'edging' for days - or else he was every woman's dream lover! I looked up at him and smiled my thanks, at the same moment that a trickle of his jizz ran down my chin. I looked across the steam-filled room to see the looks of admiration from the four other occupants.

After the black guy left, a noisy quartet entered, all obviously mates. "Anyone in here up for bukakke?" one of them asked through the steamy haze. I knew what was involved, but I wasn't going to speak first.

The two young cock-suckers together replied: "Yeah, we're up for it!" then looked across at me. "Fancy going in the middle, seeing as you're new here?" one of them enquired. The idea of being wanked over by eight strangers were certainly appealing. What a pity the black guy had left.

"OK," I said. "Where does it happen?"

"Right here! Just lie on your back on the floor, legs and arms spread out to form a letter 'X'. We'll do the rest." I lay down as instructed and by now had a huge erection.

The eight strangers formed a ring around me. Some stroked themselves, while others wanked a neighbour, until all their cocks were hard and twitching to release their loads. I didn't have long to wait as, simultaneously, two ropes of cum flew through the air from opposite sides of the ring. One splashed across my chest, while the other load landed on my face. Then two more, one a huge thick creamy wad which filled my belly button. I scooped some out and lubed my cock with it. I felt so utterly depraved and wicked! Wanking myself off in front of eight silent strangers, who were all hell bent on drenching me with their spunk! As the last of the bukakke circle shot his load over me, I came myself, shooting a lovely big load of jizz onto my neck and face.

Would I go there again? You bet I would, as I reckon I'm now a fully-fledged sauna cum slut!


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