Richey and I visited a large sauna in the next big city with a friend of Richey’s, Allan, a square in his mid-thirties. Their dynamic confused me, and Allan gave me the creeps, also making me uncomfortable when he paid our entrance fee.
We agreed to split, play, and meet later. With the sauna enormous, I walked around for over forty minutes and continued finding fresh places to explore.
The large steam room seated thirty guys. Eight guys relaxed in the steam room when I entered, aging from nineteen to thirty-five, and their eyes followed me. The guys’ naked, except for one with a towel, and he kneeled before me. I released my cock, which he placed in his mouth.
Two young hard guys with decent cocks sat on either side of me and rubbed my chest and legs while the toweled boy swallowed my entire shaft.
The toweled boy motioned for me to follow him and led me upstairs to a section with cabins. I dropped my towel and lay on the padded floor.
He kneeled and sucked my cock.
“Turn around and suck me, so your ass is in my face,” I said.
I wet my finger and pushed into his smooth, tiny hole. He jerked forward, so I pushed harder. My finger circled inside his tight ass.
“Bend over,” I said and kneeled behind him. Having forgotten lube, I jerked my cock rapidly while eating his fresh hole. I shot into my hand, wet his hole with my cum, and pushed a finger into him. Two fingers melted into his ass, and I wet my cock and eased into him.
“Are you soft?” He asked.
I pulled out my rock-hard cock, showed him, and eased back into him.
“That’s great lube. What is it called?”
“I threw it in the bin. You can check later.”
I fucked his tight wet ass gently and savored his wetness. He grabbed his cock and stroked, and his ass gripped my shaft and pulled me into him. His ass contracted and loosened, and I stood still as his ass milked my cock.
“Keep doing what you’re doing. It feels amazing,” I said.
“Guys love it when I do that. Have you gone soft?”
I showed him my rock-hard cock again, and he noticed a thick bead of cum on my peehole.
“Did you cum?”
“Nah, I precum loads. You’ll know when I cum, and I pushed back into the boy.”
“It still feels like your cock is soft. That’s so weird. It usually only feels like that when a guy goes soft or when he’s cum. I don’t mind you cumming inside me.”
I fucked hard, “Here it comes.”
He jerked his cock, and his ass milked my shaft.
I shot six times into his ass; he farted twice, and I continued fucking hard, with my abs clapping against his cheeks.
“Do you want more?” I asked.
“Please give me more. Don’t stop.”
“Take my cum,” I shot again inside him.
His ass popped with each stroke, and the cum around his hole turned to paste.
I pulled out and pushed four fingers into him and then five. I twirled my fingers around inside him and shoved hard till my knuckles popped into his hole. Twisting my hand in his ass, he clenched tight, and his pulse throbbed on my wrist as he shot onto the floor.
His hole gaped, soda-can thick. I pushed my cock back into his stretched hole and forced six fingers around my cock.
Jerking my cock, I aimed at his hole and shot three long streams into his gaping ass. His muscles contracted, and the entrance gently closed with each contraction and ejected my cum onto the floor.
I slapped his ass, “I’ll see ya later.”
I became fascinated by one contraption: a bed that a bottom locked into, where their ass protruded doggy style, and the bottom watched himself being fucked through a slanted mirror.
A twenty-three-year-old bottom lay strapped to the device. I admired the boy’s perfect snow-white asshole and magnificent bubble-butt.
Standing behind him, I enjoyed an unobstructed view of his face in the mirror.
I worked the lube into his hole and my cock and eased into his soft ass. He licked his lips as my balls brushed his cheeks.
Eyes closed, I fucked in short, quick bursts and moaned as I shot into him, wanting him to know I filled him.
He jerked his cock, his ass clenched around my shaft, and I fucked harder. I shot twice into him and grunted. He blew on the floor as I continued fucking and finished inside him again.
I pulled out, and an older guy pushed his cock into the boy’s ass.
“Thanks. I love sloppy holes,” the old guy said.
The horrified bottom struggled to release himself from the device. As the old guy came, the boy farted twice.
The older top pulled out and left, and I admired the boy’s adorable cum wrecked hole. I pushed four fingers into him and then five with resistance. My knuckles popped into him.
“Ouch, that’s sore.”
I jerked and shot inside and around his hole.
The bottom released himself from the device.
“Why didn’t you stop the old guy?” He asked.
“You said nothing. It’s your ass. If you don’t want someone, tell them. We are not mind readers.”
He continued moaning, and I walked off from his drama.
Another exciting device, designed for fucking bottoms missionary, featured a board that blocked the participants’ faces. Padded support beams positioned the legs in place with the bottom’s ass spread at cock level. Ropes above the bottom’s head allowed locking into the contraption with no means of escape.
I admired the bottom’s impressively smooth body and a small fluff of light blond hair around his hole.
I jerked myself fast and shot on his hole and pushed into him.
“No bareback,” the bottom shouted.
I fucked him hard for three strokes and pulled out with his ass hair soaked in cum.
“Put on a condom and fuck me.”
I rolled an extra-large rubber and pushed dry into his cum filled ass. I fucked hard, and the condom snapped. Enjoying his wet, soft ass, I shot inside him.
“Do you still have the condom on?”
“Yeah.”
“Fuck me hard and cum.”
I fucked brutally, clapping and loosening his ass with every stroke.
“I’m cumming,” I shouted and pushed deep into him. “The condom broke,” I said as I pulled out.
“What? Are you fucking kidding me?”
I threw the latex on his chest and left.
I showered and passed a room with a sling where Richey fucked Allan. Richey grinned and thankfully wore a rubber. Understanding their dynamic, I hoped Allan never expected me to fuck him.
A thirty-five-year-old bottom lay strapped in the first device. Not interested in fucking the bottom, I drizzled lube on the guy’s hole and pushed one, then up to five fingers into him. He moaned, and I twisted my hand, and my knuckles popped into him. He grumbled, and his ass contracted around my hand.
I opened my fingers inside him, “I don’t like hands. I want cock,” he said.
As I removed my hand, his ass clenched shut — slut alert. I lubed my cock and jerked, brushing his hole. He tried moving onto my cock, but I never wanted to fuck him.
I blew on his ass and worked my cum into his ass with two fingers.
“Cock, not fingers,” he shouted.
I thrust my cock into him, and he shouted, “That’s sore.”
I pulled out and left.
“Don’t stop. I want more.”
Upstairs, I discovered six padded gloryholes where the bottoms locked themselves in a room and pressed their ass against the holes. Four gloryholes offered asses. I lubed my cock and pressed against the first asshole. The guy spread his cheeks as I thrust into him, impressed me never moved. I fucked hard and shot in his ass, and he pulled away.
I eased into the second soft ass and fucked gently. The ass clenched, and I fucked fast and came. The guy, too, pulled away.
I thrust into the third ass, and he pulled off my cock, but I left my cock in the hole. He calmly glided onto my cock, and I fucked him gently.
“That feels good,” he said.
I gradually fucked faster and thrust hard as I shot into him and continued fucking. I faked an orgasm grunt, and he pulled off my cock.
Pushing a finger into the last ass, a pale, smooth butt, I enjoyed his silky softness and then eased my cock into him. I dribbled cum inside him and edged to an enormous explosion. After I blew inside him, I quietly fucked and came three more times and savored his wetness.
His ass clenched, and I fucked hard and shot again inside him, and he released a loud fart.
He pulled off me and cleaned my cock with his mouth.
I peeked through the gloryhole and grinned at a gorgeous blond teen boy, and his face beamed. I pressed my face against the gloryhole, and his soft lips kissed me.
He pushed his delicate pale cut eight-and-a-half-inch cock into my mouth, and I tasted his salty cum. I stroked his shaft as I sucked his head.
“That’s gonna make me cum,” he said. I pressed my tongue on his peehole, and he grunted as he shot in my mouth, and I swallowed. “That was nice,” he said and left.
I showered, and the high pressure massaged my neck and cock.
A tanned, hung, muscled twenty-eight-year-old guy entered the shower. His cock soft and uncut, but with his foreskin pulled back. I admired his muscular ass and massive legs.
He soaped his chest and then spread his ass as he lathered. I admired his hole and walked behind him and brushed my cock on his ass. He lathered my shaft with soap, and my head slipped into him.
“That burns,” he said, and I inched inside him and stood still.
He stroked himself and gently motioned his ass on my soapy cock. I fucked fast and shot inside him. His ass clenched as he came, and his powerful muscles forced my cock out of him.
He turned and kissed me and continued showering with his nine-inch cock rock-hard and curved upward.
I dried and enjoyed a pleasant porn movie at the cinema. The guys were young and fucked bareback. A drunk, brown-haired, medium build guy stumbled in and sat next to me.
He rubbed his tiny cock with two fingers and rested on his back, and teased his hole while staring at me.
I slipped my cock in his loose ass and added four fingers. Withdrawing my cock, I slipped eight fingers into him with ease before I slapped his ass and left.
Richey walked by as I showered.
“Are you having fun?” I asked, and he grinned and kissed me. “I want to show you something you might like.”
“Is it the contraption where the bottom is tied up?”
I chuckled, “Yeah, it is.”
“I just fucked a guy in it.”
“Do you wanna tag-team some bottoms?” I asked, and Richey beamed.
At the contraption with arm ties, a lovely young blond boy asked us to strap him into the device.
“Are you two gonna have your way with me?” The bottom asked.
“I’m going to enjoy your ass,” Richey said, and the boy giggled.
Richey tied him tightly, and I admired his magnificent snow-white hairless ass. Richey lubed his cock and eased into the boy’s hole.
“Are you wearing a condom?” the boy asked.
“I never never fuck without one,” Richey replied.
The bottom relished my cock, twisting his neck to swallow more.
“I want that cock inside me,” the bottom said.
“Condoms make me go soft, so you’ll have to enjoy my twin brother.”
“What can I do about that?” he teased and continued sucking me. “I can’t let your lovely cock go to waste. I must have you inside me.” He smirked as he licked my head.
I lubed my dick, pushed into the boy’s ass, and fucked hard, edging to a heavy load. I saturated his ass and fucked my cum into a paste before giving Richey another turn.
“Your ass feels so much better without a condom,” Richey said.
“You like my ass?” The bottom asked.
“Your ass feels amazing. Ricky did you cum inside him because he’s so wet.” Richey smirked, waiting for the bottom’s reaction. “Come on, tell me. You must have cum inside him cause his ass feels great. Yeah, you did. Yeah, I knew you did. Nice one! If you like my brother’s cum, you’re going to love mine.” Richey fucked hard, “Do you want my cum? Are you ready for it? Oh, it’s cumming. It’s cumming.”
Richey grunted, fucked hard, and the bottom farted.
The bottom turned his head, sobbing.
“You made him cry, you asshole. Was that worth it?”
“These are happy tears,” the bottom said.
I left and enjoyed a relaxing shower.
Richey joined me, “Are you okay?”
“That was fucked up.”
“You don’t get it, do you?”
“I don’t get what?”
“We are the guys that others dream of. When they meet us, they want to give us all of themselves, no matter what they say. The bottom cried because I gave him what he was too scared to ask for. Everyone wants love, and they really want it from guys like us. We can do whatever we want, and guys will beg for more.”
“You make it sound simple.”
“It is simple. You’re a top, and you let me fuck you. I’m a top, and I let you fuck me. Think about it.” Richey tapped my ass, “The night is still young. Walk around and have some fun. Cheer up,” Richey said and left.
“Maybe he’s right. Forget about this and enjoy yourself. Smile and go pound some ass.”
“Who are you talking to?” A teen boy asked.
“Oh, no one. I was encouraging myself. It’s been a long week.”
“You know, talking to yourself if the first sign of madness?”
“It’s also a sign of genius.”
“You’re a genius?”
“No.”
“Well, I am.”
I turned away and rolled my eyes.
“Did you just roll your eyes?”
“Yeah, sorry, this conversation is boring me. Take care,” I said and left.
I played for another few hours but hardly remembered the rest of the evening as I stewed on Richey’s comments.
