Roger loved sharing stories of his sexual adventures, and I believed every word. He raved over a gay sauna popular with young guys on a Wednesday evening and invited me to join.
I tried the jacuzzi, the sauna, and the steam room in the front.
“How are you enjoying it?” Roger asked.
“It’s dead. I’m not sure what you meant by full of young guys.”
“No, man. Follow me,” he led me through a gloomy passage I passed several times.
At the end of the dark corridor, we entered a shadowy maze with tiny booths and many young guys cruising.
I found a black wall with holes odd, and I placed my fist through the wall. Someone grabbed my wrist, and my arm jolted back in fright.
“What are these for?” I asked Roger.
“It’s a gloryhole. There are guys on the other side.” He dropped his towel and pushed his baby-cock through the wall. “Try it. Someone will suck you.”
I stood next to him and pushed my soft cock through the gloryhole.
A hand gripped my shaft, and a mouth massaged the tip of my dick. Obsessed over who was sucking me, I struggled to enjoy the blowjob, even though the guy sucked splendidly.
A condom rolled onto my shaft, and I checked the fitting. An ass pressed on my cock, but the latex restricted my sensitivity. I suspected the guy wanted me to fuck as he remained still. I pulled out and discarded the rubber.
Roger stood with his eyes closed, his cock in the gloryhole, and his face radiated satisfaction.
I wandered behind the wall, and four young guys kneeled with one sucking a miniature cock, which I figured belonged to Roger. I fancied an adorable, short, blond teen and winked at him before returning to the front of the gloryhole.
Grabbing the boy’s attention, I pushed my boner through the hole. He sucked my head and wrenched my shaft. I motioned my cock in and out and fucked his face. A second boy reckless with his teeth sucked, his mouth narrower and drier.
A guy pressed his ass against the gloryhole next to me. With my dry middle finger, I caressed his cheeks, circled his entrance, and inched into him.
Another boy lubed my shaft and dropped his tight ass onto my cock. I plunged my hips and fucked him with his hole flush against the wall. I pulled out and lunged into the other tight ass, and he yanked away from the hole.
With my boner buried in the wall, a looser ass eased onto my cock, and he pounded back and forth with a satisfying rhythm.
I wondered which boys I fucked and hoped none were strangers.
The ass pulled off my cock before I came. I waited, and a hand gripped my shaft, and a mouth swallowed my head.
“Fuck, that’s disgusting,” I overheard, and the guy stormed off while continuing to moaning. Without glancing at my dick, I wrapped and washed to the shower.
An eighteen-year-old slim guy with dark hair lay in a sling off the maze, his legs in stirrups. He grinned, and my hard cock stopped in front of his asshole.
I wet my finger and massaged his sphincter. My bare head brushed his hole, and I teased with short fucking motions. I wet my foreskin and pressed into him.
He grinned, “Do you want to fuck me?”
I smirked, “Yeah,” my cock balls-deep in his ass.
He passed me a condom, “Put it on.”
I pulled out and left.
“Where are you going?”
I found Roger at the gloryhole, sucking a cock. Curious about whom he was enjoying, I stepped to the back and discovered a cute, skinny skinhead with a nice ass. As I wandered past, I squeezed his cheek, and he drew my arm towards him.
I brushed my semi-hard cock against his crack, spat on my dick, and wet his hole.
“Go slowly,” he said.
I eased into him, and he drove back onto my cock. His height perfect to fuck standing, and I enjoyed his wet ass for several minutes.
“Where must I cum?” I asked.
He ripped his ass off my cock, turned around and rested on two feet, bent at the knee, and jerked fast. He puckered his lips like a goldfish.
“Cum in my mouth,” he said.
I shot six times, and he swallowed every drop and cleaned my shaft with his tongue.
I wondered if Roger realized I stole his blowjob.
“Have you seen the darkroom,” Roger asked.
“Nah, but I don’t think I want to. I need to see what and who I’m doing. Are there any other areas you haven’t shown me?”
“There’s a cinema that plays porn near the showers.”
“Cool, I’ll catch you later.”
A slim teen with dark blond hair watched the screen with a thirty-five-year-old guy seated next to him. They stared at me when I stepped in, and I rested next to the young guy.
The older man grabbed the teen’s cock, with his hand pushed away. The young guy gazed at me, and the older guy noticed and left.
I dropped my towel, and the teen stroked my shaft.
“That feels nice,” I said.
He grinned and sucked my cock. I wet my finger and pushed into his hole, but he moved my hand.
“Don’t you like it?” I asked.
“I don’t like fingers. Will you fuck me?”
“Sit on me.”
He lubed his ass and smeared lube thick on my cock.
“You’re only getting a taste,” he said.
He turned, held my shaft, and lowered his ass onto my lap. His hand prevented my cock from going deep into him. He rode four-inches of my dick, and I loved his delicate ass.
“How do I get all of you?” I asked.
He smirked and climbed off me. “That’s all you get for now.”
I hate guys that play hard-to-get and left.
“Where are you going?”
I wanted a nice young ass to fuck.
An Asian boy in the steam room appeared underage. Returning his gaze, “Hey, how are you?” I asked.
“I’m great, thanks. How are you?”
“I’m good. I’m good. You look too young to be here, not that I’m complaining.”
He giggled, “I get that a lot. I had to show my ID. I’m twenty-two.”
“Wow. You look fifteen. Lucky you. Are you top or bottom?”
“I’m a bottom,” gazing at me with lust in his eyes.
“That’s good because I’m top,” I grinned.
“Do you wanna get a room?”
“I don’t like being watched.”
“Not those rooms. Follow me, and I’ll show you. There’re other cabins.”
“These are nice and private,” I locked the door.
We dropped our towels and kissed. The guy’s rock-hard cock stood two-inches.
“Suck me,” I said, and he kneeled, caressing my tip with his tender mouth. “Oh, my god, that feels amazing,” I said out loud, meaning to think to myself.
“Thanks. You have a great cock.”
“Do you want poppers?” I asked, and he inhaled through each nostril.
I inhaled a quick hit, and with my cock head sensitive, he brought me to the edge of cumming.
“Lean over. I want to see your ass,” I said. “Wow. You have an amazing bum.”
I kneeled and drove my tongue into his hole, and he jerked his ass forward.
“That tickles.”
I wet his pink pucker, greased my cock, and pressed my tip on his hole.
“Do you have a condom?” He asked.
“No, not with me.”
“Are you clean?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. Please be gentle.”
I inched my shaft into his tight, velvety hole.
“Oh, my god, your ass is so soft.”
“Thank you. My ass gets lots of compliments.”
“What a slut,” I thought to myself and shoved the poppers under his nose.
My sensitivity increased with a hit of poppers, and I built my rhythm and fucked faster.
“Where do you want me to cum?” I asked, and he pulled off my cock.
“Cum in my mouth.” He tortured my shaft with what should have been a hand job.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said and left the cabin.
After a shower, back at the gloryholes, I noticed a straight-looking young guy waiting on the other side, and I strolled around and thrust my hard cock into his mouth. He worked my dick with a firm grip on the shaft.
“You want it in your ass?” I asked. He smirked and bent, gripping onto the wall.
I wet his hole and my shaft and slipped into him. He yanked at his cock.
“Take it,” I said and held poppers under his nose.
I fucked him in long, vigorous strokes, came deep inside him, and continued pounding. His wetness increased my sensitivity, and I inhaled a hit of poppers and pounded hard and blew again inside him, causing him to fart twice.
“Do not cum in me,” he said.
“Sure.”
I eased in his ass and enjoyed the smooth wetness before pounding hard and pulled out and shot on his hole and cheeks.
“Thanks. That was good,” I said and slapped the boy’s ass. I gripped his cheeks as he kissed me.
In the shower, I admired Roger’s perky pale buns and made a mental note to pound him again.
