Date: Thu, 24 Nov 2011 23:28:40 +0000
From: Alex Carbine <alex.carbine@sky.com>
Subject: Brad and A Day At The Sauna.

Brad and A Day at the Sauna.

By Alex Carbine

Please Note:- In written porn you have the choice of whether you use
condoms or not. In reality there is NO choice.

Be safe and careful. Germs do not discriminate as to who they are going to
infect, or kill.


	His name was Bradley Putt. His parents pronounced it "Put", and all
through his school days he bore the brunt of "put down" "put off" "put out"
jokes that quickly became unfunny and wore him down. When he left home and
started working he adopted pronouncing his name "putt" as in golf putt, but
even that became tiresome when, as a visiting commercial salesman, he was
asked 'who shall I say is calling?' he would answer "Bradley Putt. The 'T'
is silent as in 'golf'" to be met by the uncomprehending stare of the
non-golfing secretary who would give him a blank look, normally accompanied
by the words "yer what?"  Bradley was very pissed off with the world in
general.

	He was 42, unmarried, and had never achieved. He had dreams but
they never realised themselves and he was 'too weak willed'. The bottom
really fell out of his world when a film star, Brad Pitt, came onto the
scene. All the stupid jokes started again, only this time it was "pity
you're not Brad Pitt, I could fancy him", with an obvious unseen remark
that they did not go for the lump of male in front of them at the
moment. His childhood and teens had shaped him into a shy, timid boy, and
he realised he was 'gay' before he was thirteen, as no girl was interested
in him, and some of the boys were, and 'used' him. He actually learned to
like being ass-fucked with just spittle for a lubricant, and anyway they
did not beat him up if he let them fuck him.

	So, Bradley Putt awoke on the Saturday morning and lay in bed
thinking and planning. He lived in south England and it was winter time. He
knew it was raining as it had every day this month, and because of the wet
rattle on the window, the other side of the closed curtains. His hand
gently wanked his morning hard-on as he thought of the lad that he had been
employing to keep his small garden tidy this year. Drifting into fantasy he
saw 17 year old 'Mike' in a pair of white shorts, which he did actually
wear, but as he dreamed they changed into a pair of white 'speedo' trunks,
so he could see the outline in relief of the boy's cock and balls, the now
10 inch (25cms) erection tenting the front out like an Egyptian pyramid, as
he worked totally unconcerned. When Mike bent down Brad was able to clearly
see Mike's bum, as Mike's now white jockstrap leg straps framed his darker
fleshed, crinkly, slightly opened hole, that was constantly winking in
expectation and invitation. Brad's point of view now contained both his
stiff cock pointing out from his body, and the magnetic centre of his
attention as he walked down his garden to arrive up behind the boy. Mike
was now still bending over, but he was looking up between his legs and
holding his buttocks apart to open his hole even more, so that he could see
and feel as Brad slipped his horse sized cock into him. He was able to feel
Brad's generous helmet as the corona reamed his insides, savour the warmth
of Brad's sperm as it pumped into him ten, twelve, fourteen deliciously
enormous spurts, whilst Brad answered the phone (?).

	The ring of the telephone shattered Brad's reverie, leaving him
laying on his back with his cummy spunk dribbling over his fist and cock
head. With his unspunky hand he lifted the receiver and pulled it to his
head. "This is your seven o'clock alarm call," said a bored voice at the
other end. Brad thought all of two seconds before answering, "I booked the
calls for each morning, Monday to Friday," he said clearly and
quietly. "Today is Saturday. Why are you calling me on a Saturday? And
don't charge me for this!" The bored voice at the other end did not change,
except to say, "Oh yes. You're right. I read the notes wrong. It charges
automatically if you answer the call. It's now seven oh three. Have a good
day!" and was gone with an unapologetic click.

	"Fuck!" he said to no one who could hear it, and lay back again. He
licked his cum from his hand, tasting the slightly salty, sweetness of
himself, and felt a bit better. Walking to the shower in his bathroom, his
wilting cock dripped a final glob of spunk onto the carpet, but Brad did
not care. It was not the first time the carpet of a Hotel had taken a load
of his spunk. He hated the Midlands, and he hated Burming-bloody-ham, where
he was at the moment, in some hole-in-the-wall Hotel. But, he thought to
himself as he generously soaped his cock and balls, pushing his middle
finger into his anus, Birmingham does have a fucking good Sauna! He leant
against the tiled walls under the water and fingered his bum a bit more,
his eyes shut in a dream again.

	Having breakfasted in a greasy-spoon Café he hailed a taxi, which
splashed his trousers as it passed him before stopping. "Cunt!" he thought,
though he smiled and gave the address he wanted. The driver gave him a low
sneer as he said "That's the Gay Sauna ain't it?" in a voice loud enough to
be heard at the end of the street. Brad was too old react. He just nodded
and climbed into the back.

	The entrance to the Sauna was next to a small 7-to-11 Supermarket,
and Brad ducked in and bought some mints before again braving the heavy,
blustery showers outside. To gain entry he had to buzz and be let in,
which, given the weather, took an unnecessary time. He shook his raincoat
purposefully over the counter as he checked in. "Oh and can I have a
Massage too?" Brad asked. "Not 'til 3 pm this afternoon. We have a new
guy. Other one's sick. Bloody weather!" As he walked through to the
changing rooms he looked up at the clock. It showed almost 10 o'clock.

	There was one other guy in the locker room who was also
undressing. Brad hung his raincoat on the communal hangers, and opened his
lock-up. Having taken his tie, shirt and trousers off, folding them neatly
before posting them into the locker, he removed his Calvin Klein pants and
then his socks. Laying them neatly on top of the other clothes he turned to
see that the other guy was watching him, wanking slowly his already hard
cock. Brad reckoned he was in his early 40s and Brad felt his own cock fill
a bit with hardening blood. 'This is going to be a good day' he though to
himself as he looked pointedly at the cock and hand of the guy wanking and
gave his own cock a couple of tugs. The other guy nodded and smiled, and
moved off to the showers.

	Brad had a problem with the key of his locker and it delayed him a
few minutes, but heard the sound of the water from the showers as he left
the lockers and rounded the corner, thinking of offering to soap the other
guy down as an ice breaker. He was surprised to find him already kneeling
on the floor under a running shower, sucking the cock of another guy who
was standing over him, holding on to his buttocks and pulling himself deep
onto the proffered cock. Brad's 7 inches (18cms) of uncut cock was
hardening and sticking out straight in front of him, and Brad pulled his
loose foreskin back to reveal his glans. He liked to feel the pressure of
the foreskin bunched behind his helmet. Stepping under a nearby shower, he
watched as the two sucked, kissed and jerked, his cock becoming fully erect
and ending pointing straight up, almost kissing his navel, without him
having to stimulate it at all. He always got excited watching others, even
if he could not join in himself, and he wanted to keep his orgasm to the
last moment of his day. He stayed watching, from the sidelines and out of
their way until they left the showers, their erect cocks waving from side
to side as they walked, 'in search of a cabin to fuck in' Brad mused, and
his cock twitched in agreement.

	He next went into the dry sauna, which was lit with a single red
bulb over the entrance door. At the far end was a doorway to one side that
led into another room containing a bench round three walls and with no
lighting at all. There was no one in the first room and Brad found the dark
room empty as well. Exiting there he put his head round the door of the low
lit steam sauna, and that too was devoid of potential trade. With the small
towel wrapped firmly round his waist Brad climbed the stairs to the Cabins
and TV rooms, passing the empty Massage room on the way. Two out of the
twelve cabins doors were closed. He looked into the room before the first
occupied cabin and was heartened to find there was a large glory hole in
the dividing wall he could look through.

	He locked the door behind himself and took his towel off, throwing
it to one end of the bunk, and standing naked and proud. The glory hole was
on the divider wall that had the bed and was like a square picture frame
just over 2 feet square, (80cms), the bottom edge of which ran between the
mattresses on both sides. In the other cabin he was able to make out by
their dim red light a guy laying on his side facing Brad with his knees
bent, being fucked by another guy behind him. Brad watched from his total
darkness, listening to the fuck sounds, smelling the distinctive fuck
smells and watching the super-hard cock as it jutted out excitedly and
bar-hard from the lap of the 'bottom' being fucked, the head waving and
bobbing due to the energy and force of the guy behind. For over a minute
Brad simply stood there taking it all in, watching, his untouched cock
stiffening and pulsing as his anus and buttocks clenched and clenched
again, then he climbed up on the bed and knelt there, so that his eyes were
even closer.

	He could see the wet pool of clear semen on the dark red
leatherette cover of the mattress where the man had dripped. He watched as
another drop fell like a piece of spider's web from the man's cock. Brad
was able to get his head and shoulders through the hole in the wall and,
taking hold of the man's balls as they jiggled, he leaned in further and
took the magic dribbling cock in his mouth. Tasting him, Brad almost came
there and then, his own cock pulsing rapidly as he sucked the stranger for
more of his juice.

	The man straightened his knees and body to make his stiffy more
prominent, pushing it deeper into Brad's mouth, whilst the guy behind
vocalised his enjoyment as the butt he was sticking his cock into tightened
noticeably. It seemed that all three enjoyed the several moments that was
available to each before the man in the middle suddenly, and without
warning, started spewing his delicious white nectar into Brad's mouth
whilst the guy behind gasped as his cock was grasped time and again by the
muscles in the rectum he was invading. As Brad recovered from having his
mouth overflowing with cum, the fucker came his load into the 'bottom'
making him, in turn, push his cock deep into Brad's swallowing
throat. Then, the excitement over, and as is the way with the anonymity of
these cabins, Brad withdrew to his side of the wall, and left the other two
to their own business.

	Looking down the empty corridor, the door of the cabin that was
previously occupied was now open. He walked past and saw a single occupant
left laying on his back, his stiff cock pointing towards the ceiling. Brad
stepped in through the open door, and took hold of this cock. The man
looked at Brad's face, looked at Brad's stiff, ready cock, smiled a small
smile, and lifted up his knees, then let them fall to either side, bent
like a frog, to reveal his balls and ass hole. Brad's finger slid into the
wet, lubricated fuck hole.

	Bending down he took the man's cock in his mouth, tasting the
distinctive condom lubricant residue on it. His finger slid easily in and
out of the guy's loose, open anus. 'He's just had it,' thought Brad. He
managed to get three fingers in as he continued to 'suck the lollipop',
without a comment from the man except for a hissed "Yessss" to let him know
all was well. The man's hand came round his hip and felt reciprocally for
Brad's hole. Brad moved so his feet were further apart, letting the man get
access to his secret brown cave. With three fingers in the man, Brad
continued to suck the man's stalk, his other hand wanking the base of the
cock as his mouth massaged the helmet. Again there was no warning before
his mouth was flooded with semen. The man pushed his cock up into Brad's
mouth with each spasm, as his anus closed down on Brad's fingers. Brad
swallowed a couple of times and then let the rest dribble down the man's
cock, over his balls and past the fingers that were still fucking
him. Cumming over, Brad withdrew his fingers and proffered them to the man,
who licked and sucked them clean, before he simply walked away, letting the
man's finger pull out of his bum as he went.

	At the end of the corridor, before it took a dog-leg and then
continued to another area, there was a TV room with a 40 inch plasma wall
set, and broad padded couches stretching across the room, stacked three
high like a set of steps, to sit or lie on as one watched the continuous
gay porn movies. There was a fellow sitting up on the top couch. He war
mid-thirties, and fairly muscular, with little unnecessary fat, and was
lazily wanking himself as he watched three guys blow each other. Brad sat
on the middle couch, leaning against the wall at the end, watching the
guy's hand rapidly stroke his cock and jiggle his balls. Being lower than
the guy, he was able to see up the guy's ass, as the fellow was sitting on
the edge of the upper couch with his legs wide apart, his feet flat on the
middle couch where Brad sat. It was not an angle that Brad was usually able
to take to watch another wank, so he just sat there and enjoyed the view,
favouring the live man to the recorded sex on the TV. By the light from the
television he saw the guy's balls slowly retract up almost into his body as
his climax built, then Brad was able to witness the man cum, the ropes of
spunk squirting out of the end of his cock as he slowly wanked it, to land
on the middle couch below him, some splashing onto Brad's legs. "Fuck I
needed that," said the guy, standing up when he had finished cumming, his
stiff cock pointing out and away from him still. He stepped down over Brad
to the floor, and out through the doorway without looking back. Brad looked
at the clock on the wall. It was half past twelve. Brad realised his
stomach was telling him he ought to have something to eat for a light
lunch, other than the two high protein meal he had already had in the
Cabins.

	He went downstairs to the small Café by the Sauna entrance and
ordered a couple of ham salad sandwiches and a coffee. The surly attendant
who was on duty when he arrived earlier had changed and the young
twenty-something who served him was full of smiles and laughter. He sat at
one of the tables and leafed through the gay magazines left out for
customers, until the boy brought his sandwiches over to him. Brad was able
to see he was wearing tight yellow nylon shorts, that was covering a decent
set of 'crown jewels', judging by the lumps and bumps. Brad chatted for a
few seconds to him, but his eyes were on the boy's 'package' that was at
his eye height. As he munched his lunch his mind drifted to thoughts about
the gardener 'Mike' he fantasised about often. He looked over to the boy
behind his counter and wondered what his bum would be like to fuck. Brad's
cock, which had subsided when he sat down, began to stir slightly under his
towel. He looked at the clock on the wall. It was just gone one, under two
hours 'till his massage.

	He finished his sandwiches and drank the good coffee. He stood and
walked to the counter, and his towel decided to unwrap and fall to the
ground. The lad behind the counter leaned over and looked at Brad's
half-hard cock. "Is that a gun or are you pleased to see me?" he asked,
laughing. Brad handed him the cup and asked for a refill before stooping
and reclaiming his towel. The guy at the other table was laughing as well
and Brad saw it was the muscular man from the TV room. Brad wrapped his
cock away from view and took his fresh coffee back to his table without any
more incident. He smiled at the guy at the other table. The guy nodded and
smiled back amiably. "The name's Andy," called over the guy, and Brad was
pleased by the sound of his mellow voice. "I'm Brad," he said, "and I saw
you earlier upstairs." Andy smiled broadly, showing his sparkling white
teeth, perfect as a film star.

	"Yes I will have to start work soon," he said. "Ah Yes!," said
Brad, grasping for something to say, "Work, the curse of the drinking
class!" Andy laughed again. Brad thought it was a pleasant laugh. "I am
today's Masseur here. The usual guy Graham has a chesty cold and it doesn't
do to sneeze over your clients," Andy said. Brad, who had been sipping his
coffee, almost spilt it with surprise. He put the hot coffee down on the
saucer carefully. "I'm your 3 o'clock appointment," said Brad
nonchalantly. "You are my only appointment," said Andy. "I'm sure that
Graham's partner was making sure that no one knew I was here." "Graham's
partner?" Brad asked. "The dull prat who was on the till this morning. I
asked him to ask each Customer as they came in if they wanted a massage,
but he is a surly bugger." "Yes, I had to ask and he said that you would be
free at 3," said Brad. "I've been free all morning!" said Andy, coming over
to Brad's table and sitting down. Brad noted that Andy was wearing tennis
shorts. Brad took a sip from his coffee again. "Do you want to wait for 3
or would you like to have your massage now?" Andy asked, his knee pushing
against Brad's knee under the table. "I've booked an hour ..."  started
Brad but Andy said over him, "Don't worry about that. We'll have to take it
gently because you have just had something to eat." Brad looked into his
smiling eyes. "But I don't think it will make any difference," continued
Andy. He called over to the boy behind the counter. "I'm engaged until you
see me again, OK?" The boy nodded and made a great show of licking his top
lip. Andy laughed. "Cheeky bugger," he said to the lad.

	Brad followed Andy back up the stairs onto the landing, expecting
to turn right into the Cabin corridor and through to the Massage room. Andy
turned left into the corridor over the Café. Along here was a small TV
room, three private stalls with glory holes between them, and a room with a
black leather sling hanging from hooks in the ceiling. "Must pop in for a
pee," said Andy going into the only other room in the corridor, the Gents
toilet. "Maybe you want a pee too, before your massage," he suggested. I
followed him in.

	There were two empty stalls with their doors open and along another
wall was a handbasin and a short, knee-high pissoir trough. It was wide
enough for two to stand at it at a time. Andy unzipped his fly, dropped his
cock out and started to piss. Brad took his towel off and stood naked next
to him, not holding his cock as he pissed, but looking at Andy's as he
peed. Then Andy reached over and took hold of Brad's cock. Brad looked up
into Andy's smiling face, as it came closer to his, eventually ending in a
kiss. Andy did not need to ask Brad anything, as he already had the
answer. He could feel Brad's cock lengthening and thickening in his hand as
he worked his tongue into Brad's mouth.

	They walked past the unoccupied Cabins, Brad holding his loose
towel over his stiff cock, enjoying the feeling as the towelling rubbed on
his helmet as he walked. Andy locked the door once they were both inside
the Massage room, and he turned and kissed Brad again, as Brad gently
worked his naked stiff front against the hard lump in Andy's shorts. When
they eventually broke apart, Brad left a wet spot behind.

	Andy had Brad lie face down, with his face in the padded ring at
the end of the couch. He turned the lights low and removed his shorts and
't' shirt, so that he was only wearing socks and trainers. His cock had a
lazy hard-on, and jutted out from his body before pointing downwards. He
was not circumcised. He took three bottles from the warmer and mixed the
three oils together, before testing their combined heat in his cupped hands
and then spreading it over Andy's shoulders.

	He stood by Brad's shoulder and began his massage. Brad was looking
at the floor and turned his head to the side, to be greeted by the sight of
Andy's almost hard cock pointing and waving at him, close up. He opened his
mouth and Andy moved that much close to be able to stick his purple head
into the waiting wet mouth. With his hands moving over Brad's shoulders,
his hips started a dance, pushing the swollen tip of his cock in and out of
Brad's mouth, past his dragging lips, over his slightly rasping tongue.

	Brad had had 'happy ending' massages before but never by a masseur
that was so forward. Turning his head to the side and being greeted by
Andy's helmet, close up, at the end of a beautiful length of stiff shaft,
and with a foreskin, was almost too much. He instinctively opened his mouth
to invite Andy to stuff it in so he could taste and savour it, and it's
juices, and feel it's size in his mouth before it entered his bowels, as he
was sure it would before the massage was over. His salivary glands began to
water immediately.

	Andy now knew that Brad would be a 'sure bet' for any type of
sex. He did not often push himself forward with a client like this, but, he
told himself, Brad had by accident already seen him wank and shoot this
morning, and it was obvious to him that Brad was gagging for his cock, or
that matter any cock. He pumped his veined manhood in and out of Brad's
face gently as he worked on Brad's spine, working lower into the small of
his back, until it became uncomfortable for his body to be at Brad's head,
and his hands at Brads buttocks. He carefully withdrew his shaft from the
expertly sucking mouth and went over to the work-station for some more
oil. His tote-bag was on the floor and, reaching in, he took out some toys
he had brought with him. He lubed and inserted a black butt plug up into
his own hole, as a preparation for what he planned to do later, and
returned to Brad's hips, clenching his muscle ring round the narrow hip of
the plug so it did not slide out as he worked.

	Brad felt the emptiness after Andy had slid out of his mouth and he
turned to face the floor again. He heard Andy over by the work-station and
he clenched his buttocks and ass hole, feeling his hard cock pulse under
him as he lay on it, knowing that some of his clear semen would ooze out to
join the previous dribbles he had deposited as he was sucking Andy's
magnificent cock. He had moved his feet further apart so that his feet hung
over the edges and end of the couch, and he re-adjusted his stiffish cock
so it pointed now towards his feet, affording Andy maximum sight and access
between his legs to his cock, balls and hole. He heard Andy re-approach and
felt his warm hands and the oil as he smoothed them over his buttocks, the
warm oil penetrating down the crack of his ass to seep over his brown
entrance hole. "Are you ready for the next part of your Massage?" Andy
asked, and Brad nodded into the ring supporting his head and answered
"Yes!" as he closed his eyes and waited for whatever Andy had in store for
him.

	Laying face down with his eyes closed, Brad now entered into a
world of sensory stimulation. He was aware of the clock on the wall
ticking, Andy's breathing as he worked on his legs, his own heartbeat
pulsing is his neck and ears, the heat of the skin on his shoulders which
he knew were blushing with sexual excitement. He clenched his buttocks
about every five seconds, enjoying the different feeling the oil on his
anus gave him, knowing that Andy could now see the head of his cock between
his legs as he smoothed the muscles along them, that he could see he was
leaking his stickiness from the piss slit, for him and because of him. He
felt Andy's hand slide up the inner thigh of his right leg, the fingers
brushing his balls and sack, over his stiff cock, into the crevice between
his bum cheeks, to stroke across his hole, each finger in turn inexorably
feeling into the indentation as they passed, as Brad relaxed his sphincter,
wishing them to go in deeper, willing Andy to assail this private part that
only the specially invited can enjoy.

	Andy went over to the work station and returned with more oil for
his left leg, He started at the foot and Brad's excitement mounted as he
worked up the leg, closer and closer to the fork and its' hidden
treasures. Brad was lifting his bum up off the table, his back muscles
straining with the delicious exercise that goes hand-in-hand with
expectation. Andy stroked over Brad's anus as he had done previously, and
Brad lifted his bottom so the the pressure on Andy's fingers was greater.

	He slid his other hand under Brad between his legs and took hold of
Brad's stiff tube, his oily hand slipping up and down its' length, the cock
head sliding over his palm and up onto his wrist. Brad grunted in
appreciation, and reached round with his hands to pull his cheeks apart, in
order to reveal easy access to his hole. Andy bent down and buried his face
in the oily crack, his nose squashing up against the base of Brad's spine,
his tongue seeking and finding Brad's treasure pit. Brad hissed "Oh
Yessss!" as his Masseur masturbated his cock for him and sucked and licked
his hole, revelling each time Andy's rough/smooth/wet tongue scraped across
his opening, which was opening and closing with each muscular spasm of joy.

	Brad moved his hands to his shoulders and held onto the sides of
the table, pushing his bum up to the source of his pleasures. Andy pointed
his tongue and pushed it into Brad's hole as deep as he could, his tongue
flitting in and out like a miniature cock. Brad cried an "Arghhh" and sat
up onto all-fours, pushing his bum firmly onto Andy's face. Andy held
Brad's cheeks apart with a hand and his face and gave Brad several big
'cow' licks, starting at his hanging balls and finishing by curling the tip
into his orifice, all the while wanking Brad's bar hard cock with his other
hand between his legs, milking it like a milk-maid. Then Andy moved over to
the work-station and returned.

	Brad first realised what Andy was up to when he felt the tip of the
dildo touch his hole entrance. Andy had smeared a large dollop of
lubricating gel on the end and it felt cold to the touch. Putting his left
hand on the base of Brad's spine, he pushed the head of the black plastic
cock into Brad, watching the wide plastic glans disappear into his flesh,
the muscle ring closing down onto the veined, 8 inch (20cms) round and 2¼
inch (6 cms) diameter shaft. Working it slightly in and out, Andy began to
push the length of it up into Brad. He resumed pulling Andy's cock, feeling
it pulse in his hand as more and more entered him.

	Andy knew that the dildo was 12 inches (30cms) long and he was able
to push 10 inches (25cms) in before Brad told him to stop, that he had had
enough. Holding the invader in Brad's bum with just one finger, Andy moved
up Brad's body slightly and took hold of his hand. Guiding it round to his
ass, he felt Brad's cock jump in his hand as Brad felt the plug in Andy's
ass and realised he had inserted and was wearing a butt-plug. Brad used two
fingers to pull the 't' bar slightly out, so that Andy's ring would be
stretched to accommodate the width of the plug. Then Andy started to move
the 10 inches of dildo in and out of Brad, whilst Brad manipulated Andy's
plug. Together they pleasured each other, each receiving the stimulation
they craved, that of another playing lovingly with their ass.

	Brad wanted the moment to go on for ever, but eventually Andy moved
out of his reach. Standing behind Brad's rump he pulled the dildo fully
out, leaving Brad's hole gaping. Andy leaned forward and gave the proffered
bum-hole another of his 'cow' licks, before climbing up onto the table, his
rampant cock jutting out rigidly in front of him. Putting both hands on
Brad's hips, Andy steered his erection into the open, waiting hole. It
slithered in without any trouble, until the full, hard, straining 9 inches
long and 2 inch thick pole was totally immersed within the man he was now
giving an internal massage to.

	Brad kept his ring relaxed after the dildo had been removed and
loved the wet lick that Andy gave him. He was surprised when he felt the
table shake as Andy climbed up behind him, and was more than happy to feel
both Andy's hands as he leaned on his rump. He knew he was gaping after the
massive dildo fuck, and was gratified when Andy began to feed his stiffy
into his love tunnel, feeling the cock-head as it moved deeper past his
prostate gland and up along his lower bowel. Brad had used an enema before
he went out that morning and guessed that he was 'clean round the bend'
still. In his hands-and-knees position, he let his head hang between his
shoulders and enjoyed the thrill of being fucked 'doggy-style' as it was,
in his opinion, the most comfortable position to receive sex, although not
the most sociable. He liked the fact that a well endowed partner was able
to get the whole length of his cock into him. He did believe that sized
mattered, but was not always necessary. He let Andy's big hard cock thrust
into him.

	Although Brad's ass-hole was gaping after the dildo fuck, he was
surprised how tight it felt when he pushed his cock into the hole. Fair
enough he was able to go in without stopping to let his partner get used to
his reamer cock, but Brad had clamped down on his love-sleeve muscles once
the first couple of inches had pushed up inside him, probably when he began
to stroke his prostate. He felt the incredible heat within Brad, and
continued to push until he base of his cock kissed Brad's ring. Then he
gave himself a breather before commencing twenty or so rapid full-length
thrusts and withdrawals, pulling Brad by his hips right down onto his cock
until his balls knocked Brad's low hangers. After this he gave ten or so
slow fucks, feeling the glans of his cock ripple past the lumps and bumps
inside Brad's intestines, as he slid in and out easily, smoothly,
gloriously.

	Brad called out, "Fuck me fast again," and braced himself for the
onslaught just in time as Andy really slammed himself into Brad, with Brad
delighting at the internal feelings he was receiving, and hearing the
"Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!" wet sound of their bodies meeting at the deepest
point of the thrust. He could feel Andy's cock-head swell inside him with
the effort of the push, before pulling himself back almost out, dragging
his head's corona along the back passage's walls, like the rim of the cup
of a plumber's help pistonning back through a drain pipe.

	Andy could feel Brad applying pressure to his cock and it felt
marvellous. He pumped Brad's rear as if there was no tomorrow, his head
back on his shoulders, his tongue tucked behind his lower teeth, breathing
lung changes through his open, smiling mouth. Then he felt the beginnings
of his orgasm. "Do – you – want – me – to – cum – in -
you?" he asked Brad as he stroked into his hole. "I would rather taste you
in my mouth," was Andy's reply. Andy heard nothing else, but the speed of
the strokes increased slightly, as though with more urgency. Then Andy gave
the battle stations announcement, "I'm about to cum," and he pulled out of
Brad's love glove and swung down from the table, holding his sex-streaked
cock. Brad flopped down onto the table and opened his mouth as Andy almost
ran round his shoulder.

	Standing in front of him with legs wide apart, Andy started wanking
his hard cock, the ring of his first finger and thumb slipping up and down
the shaft from its' base to behind the head. Andy saw the piss slit open up
as the head swelled even more, then the first spurt, of almost clear fluid,
shot out of the slot, hitting Brad on his forehead and dripping down beside
his nose to his lips and mouth. As if he had got his sights set, the next
spurt, this time of thick Andy cream, erupted from the end of his cock and
landed fair and square in Brad's mouth, coating his tongue. This was
followed closely by another shot of cum to Brad's mouth, reaching the back
of his throat. Brad instinctively swallowed, taking the next shot on his
lips and nose. As he opened his mouth to lick at it another thick shot from
Andy's cock hit him on his nose and left eye.

	Andy felt his orgasm was almost there and warned Brad before
pulling his cock out of Brad's suctioning hole, to hold it so that he did
not explode before time. He clambered off the table, more a controlled fall
than a safe climb, and staggered hurriedly round to face Brad, who was now
laying flat with his mouth open. He spread his legs and started to wank his
cock, coaxing the promised orgasm to fruition. His pre-cum shot went high
to Brad's forehead, so he adjusted his grip on his cock and the next shot
of his cum hit the bullseye, landing on Brad's tongue.

	"Eat that! It's my white caviare baby!" he mentally yelled as
another shot followed into Brad's mouth. Overtaken by the moment of orgasm
Andy's head went back and, looking like some pop-star playing a guitar
solo, he continued wanking, making his cock spit more and more, but his aim
was wandering. When he looked back at Brad, his cum was dripping from
Brad's left eye socket, his nose, and was in Brad's sweat matted hair, but
Andy did not care. Cumming with a plug in his butt was his version of
nirvana. He loved the feeling of the butt-plug on his grasping, clenching
ring, sometimes greasing one up with petroleum jelly so it did not stick to
the delicate flesh of his hole, as he would wear it as long as he could
during the day. He had one plug at home that was long enough to continually
stimulate his prostate, making him wet the front of his pants so much that
he had to wear a feminine towel covering his cock to stop the constant
dribble showing through on the front of his trousers.

	Brad used his fingers to scrape the remainder of Andy's cum into
his mouth, and thence to his stomach. Tasting Andy's cum almost made
himself cum there and then, as he lay on his cock on the table, the taste
giving him the same sexual jolt that he felt when sucking the man through
the 'glory hole' in the cabin that morning.

	Andy took a couple of steps and pushed his cummy cock-head into
Brad's wanting mouth for Brad to clean. Brad put his hands round Andy's
buttocks and pulled him in deeper, his fingertips pushing on the 't' bar of
Andy's butt-plug, reminding him it was still there, and making Andy give
one more muscular spasm of cum to ooze into Brad's mouth. "What do you want
to do now?" asked Andy, stroking the head of hair that was sucking him
off. He pulled out of Brad to let him speak. "I want to fuck you in the
sling along the corridor here," answered Brad without hesitation. Andy
looked up at the clock on the wall. "You've still have 40 mins of your 3
o'clock appointment," he said with a smile.

	They walked down to the sling room, Andy's towel hiding the
promised land as Brad followed him, his cock tenting the towel out to the
front in silent expectation. There was a small TV alcove by the door into
the sling room, and Brad saw in the light of the porn film on the wall
mounted TV there was a guy sitting on a bar stool watching the young fuck
movie whilst another guy, kneeling between his open spread knees, was
munching on his cock. Neither looked in Brad's direction as the two entered
the room.

	A cube-like frame with a thick leather body-length sling supported
by four thick linked chains from the corners dominated the room. There were
six coat hooks on the wall to hangs towels on, over a work-station with a
bowl of condoms and sachets of lubricants and a box dispenser of large
sized latex gloves on its' top. Andy had removed his towel and was swinging
into the sling as Brad hung his towel up and tore the tops across three
packets of lube.

	Brad helped Andy put his feet into the retaining straps for Andy's
feet, hanging from the two corner chains, so that Andy's bum hung slightly
over the end of the sling, and his legs were held apart. Andy lay back and
held the edges of the sling, and relaxed. He trusted that Brad would do
nothing untoward, and they had agreed on a 'stop' word if things started to
get out of hand for either of them. Brad put a latex glove on his right
hand, pulling it tight onto his fingers and making the latex 'snap' as he
pulled it up his palm to his wrist. Andy would be in no illusions as to
what was coming next.

	Standing with Andy's undefended genitals in front of him, Brad took
hold of the 't' bar and pulled the butt-plug out of the hole, making Andy's
sling swing back and forth. Brad was surprised at how Andy's hole gaped
swollen and red, until he saw that the plug was bigger and thicker than
anything he had seen before. The shape was the usual pear shape, but it was
6 inches (15 cms) long from its' pointed tip to the 't' bar, and must have
been about 3 inches (7½ cms) across at its' thickest, slimming down to a
mere 2 inches (5 cms) thick before the 't' bar for his anus to close onto
and hold it in secure. It was made of black rubber, not plastic, and had an
appreciable weight. Brad put it on the work-station top, picked up one of
the sachets of lubricant, and spread the contents over his latex covered
right hand, testing its' slipperiness between his thumb and
forefinger. Satisfied he went over to Andy's head and asked gently, "Are
you ready?", receiving a smile as his answer.

	Standing again in front of Andy's bent legs, Brad positioned his
feet well apart, looking down at his stiff 7 inch prong before he looked at
Andy's open wound of a hole. Putting his left hand round Andy's upright
right leg thigh, as a purchase to pull against and to stop the sling
swinging too much, he bunched his right hand into a cone shape, and applied
the pointed end to Andy's anus. Brad was surprised at how little effort was
required to push his hand in until his wrist was totally enveloped by
Andy's sphincter muscle. He noticed Andy's cock twitch into life after
dieing following his massive ejaculation, slowly inflating itself between
Andy's legs. Taking some lubricant from near Andy's anus, he started to
coax it into a full, hard erection, sliding his left hand up and down it
whilst he rotated his right hand inside Andy so that his palm was face
up. He could feel the nut-like gland of Andy's prostate, and rubbed over
and around it, stimulating it to produce a clear nectar from the tip of
Andy's cock, which fascinated Brad as it appeared in beads to dribble down
Andy's now hard cock. He continued gently stroking the gland until Andy
called softly for him to stop, the stimulation becoming too much for him to
take.

	Brad carefully extracted his hand from Andy's bowel, and stripped
off the glove. He applied more lubricant to the open hole and the contents
of the last sachet to his cock. Andy was laying at the right height for
Brad to easily enter him. Holding onto the chains near where they joined
the sling, Brad pulled them toward him, and Andy's hole swallowed his
cock. Pushing the sling away from himself with a push of his hips, Brad was
able to start a pendulum swing to the sling, so that his cock appeared and
disappeared regularly into Andy's receptive anus, with a sucking and
farting noise caused by the air in Andy's back passage being compressed out
and sucked in past the lubrication round the circular entrance by Brad's
thick hard piston tool.

	Brad was almost chuckling with the feeling and sounds of the fuck,
his cock being totally stimulated along its' whole length, the head
seemingly swelling with each inward and outward stroke passing over its'
sensitive rim. Andy's breathing rate had shallowed and quickened, and he
was almost panting with each stroke, repeating the mantra of "Oh! Fuck! Me!
Hard! Oh! Fuck! Me! Hard!" Brad felt his orgasm rising and asked Andy, "Are
you ready?" as Andy had done to him. Andy almost shouted the reply of, "Cum
up my butt! I want you to fill me with your spunk!"

	Only five of six tugs at the chains and Brad felt the lava of his
volcano start to move. Now thrusting in deep with his hips, he pumped his
sperm into the depths of Andy. For several hours he had been waiting for
this moment, brewing the liquids for this release of his seed. Eight times
his anus clenched and the contents of his balls emptied, spewed and gushed
under force into the fuck receptacle that was named Andy. He leaned against
Andy's body, his cock hard into the hole that had received his body and his
soul. Panting for breath, he took hold of Andy's cock and pumped it
furiously, until it gouted forth more white, sticky lumps and fluids, Andy
'Oohing' and Aaghing' with the effort of cumming again, but loving it all
the same.

	They were both brought back into reality by a voice at the door
saying, "Fuckin' 'ell. I ain't nevver seen anyfink like that afore." Andy
looked over the side of the sling and Brad turned to face the voice, to
find the two guys from the TV alcove, one holding onto the door jam and
wanking, whilst his partner behind him was fucking him vigorously. "And
you've still got five minutes left," said Andy, looking at the wall clock.



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