Date: Mon, 20 Mar 2006 14:32:55 +0200 From: Donovan <superdon@mighty.co.za> Subject: Recreation Room Disclaimer ------------ The following is a work of gay erotic fiction. It does contain descriptions of sexual acts between males. If that offends you, if you are underage, or if possessing it is illegal where you are, then stop reading now! This story is loosely based on the personal experience of a South African boy living and working in Johanessburg. Names and places have been changed to protect the innocent. Comments and critisims are welcome. Recreation Room ------------------ It's a weird kinda place. Never really understood the attraction. But that doesn't keep me from going back every other weekend. As you walk down the passage it gets progressively darker and darker. Till you reach the little window where suddenly everything is lit in red. Pay your fee and enter the most popular steam bath in the region. My routine is simple. I go inside, change to my towel then take a piss. I then hit the sauna for a while, then sit on the couches watching the porno. After a while I hunt down my prey and do whatever it is I want to them - or whatever it is they'll let me do to them. Usually guys walk around holding their towels up. Do a few laps through the 'maze' and take the odd rest top in the sauna or Jacuzzi. Very few people talk there. This is the story of my favourite encounter. Thinking back, had it been different circumstances we could have become friends at least (maybe?). It was probably my third time there. I'd done my rounds then decided to take a shower and go home. The first time I was there I took the first guy that showed interested into a room. The second time I let some old guy blow me in the sauna. This time was different. I was going to take control and if it meant going home then that is what I'd do. But first I need to shower to get that sweaty musky smell off me. The shower room is communal. A big reasonably well lit square room with 4 or 5 showers. As I walked in He was standing in a corner rinsing the soap off his slighly podgy body. He was average height with dark wavy hair. He turned his back toward me showing off his beautiful tight ass. It was covered in layer of black fuzz. My eyes trailed down to see well defined thighs and big calves, must have cycled a lot I thought. He turned round. His dick wasn't limp anymore. He looked like he could have been about 16cm with a full hard-on. And we was uncut - fuck do I love an uncut dick! His bush was thick, black and messy. He was obviously into a more natural look unlike most of the dudes I'd seen there sporting the latest in topiary. I followed his little sex trail up to naval then higher over his square chest and higher till our eyes met. I couldn't say a thing. I was lost in his big black eyes. I sensed he was very much like me. He was also still kinda in-between gay and straight. Still kinda finding his own way. When I regained clarity I asked him if I could take him to a room. I had to ask twice, the first time the words were drowned in nervous spit. The second time they came out perfectly. He told me he didn't do anything more than hand jobs. "Fine by me" I replied. What I thought was "we'll start there and soon you'll be yelling my name". I dried off quickly and walked out, glancing back to make sure he was following me. Watching him walk behind me was a feeling like I've never ever felt before. There I was guiding this young (couldn't have been more than 22) adonis. I saw his towel was tenting out toward me. Fuck that was me turning him on like that. Could it be the first guy I'd ever had the balls to approach in that place was getting hard for me. I'm sure the other guys loitering around were jealous or confused. Confused that here I was leading a man into a room that looked so similar to me we could have been mistaken for brothers in that dark light. I'm a little taller than him, brown hair, brown eyes and a whole lot more lean than my boy. A lot of guys chase me in there but very few get me. Most of the time I just let them watch me jerk off in the sauna - I love that feeling of power I get making these dirty old 'straight' men horny for me. So many thoughts running through my mind as I entered the room. He came in behind me. I locked the door and he dropped his towel on the bed. The room was much darker than the showers. All that was there was a bed (covered in plastic) a bin and a few condoms scattered around. I laid next to my boy, put my arm under his head. He didn't like that so I stopped right there. I wanted to use that arm to turn him round and kiss him. Scared of losing him I focused my free hand on his cock. I was right he was 16cm hard. His hand slipped onto my cut beauty. He began to pump. So did I. I knew this would be the first and last time so I took as many liberties as I could fondling this perfect cock. Making sure I ran my fingers though his thick untamed bush, round the base of his cock, over his balls and back onto his shaft. This boy must have been so horny for me 'cause he started groaning softly. His head came up, his body tightened and he shot his load all over his chest and neck. Once done I covered his hand and began pumping my own cock. His eyes were transfixed on my guiding hand, my prick slipping in and out of his hand. I came very very quickly. He just layed there watching me spurt all over myself. I wanted to kiss him, or ask his name or something, anything more but he got up, cleaned himself and left. I never saw him there again. I did see him once at a club a few weeks after but didn't have the guts to go up and talk to him. How would I start? "Hey, Remember me, I gave you a hand job at that Steam Bath?" Nah, that wouldn't work. That is what I hate about that place. On rare occasion you find a man you could probably click with. If you're lucky you get to see him naked, if you're really lucky you get to ram your dick down his throat. Then it's over. Never to be seen again or if seen it's as if nothing ever happened and nothing ever will - again.