Date: Tue, 9 Oct 2007 13:07:04 +1000
From: AF
Subject: Sauna Chronicles Part III

. . . I hoped that my day wasn't going to be only false starts. While it
was fun to touch and rub, and watch the amazing eye candy, I really needed
to shoot my load, and I was nervously thinking that that might be more
difficult than I imagined in this place.

Remembering that there was still a lot of this facility that I had not yet
explored, I headed back to the main stairwell, decided to explore the next
floor.



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In contrast to Level I, Level II was bright and light. In the centre of the
room was a nice little swimming pool, surrounded by deck chairs. While the
space was still indoors, the temperature was rather hot and steamy, so you
really thought that you had entered a small hotel courtyard pool . . . a
hotel where all of the guests were MEN!

Once again, most men in this main room were wrapped in towels, although a
few men were sunning themselves (did someone not tell them this was pool
was indoors? LOL) in the nude on the chaise lounge chairs surrounding the
pool. There was also a "serious" lap swimmer who was sporting a Speedo
. . . um, did someone tell him that "serious" and "swimmer" are
contradictions when the pool is only eight metres long? ;) Oh well, I've
always loved a Speedo, and he looked fucking hot in his wet one, so no
complaints from me.

I might add here that I was really impressed by the nudists. Of course some
guys who chose to be nude did so because they were fucking hot, AND they
knew it. Big schlongs, loads of muscles, well defined bodies -- ok why
should THEY ever wear clothes. But then there were `the others.' And while
the others were not always the prettiest of the human species, they were
hot. Their attitudes said fuck it if you don't like what you see. I love my
beer belly. I love my tats. I love my piercings. I love my skinny arse. I
love ME, and I don't give a fuck if I'm not what YOU are looking for. I
loved these guys, and I vowed that before this adventure was over, I was
going to try to drop the towel, and show all of my warts and scars -- LOL.

At the end of the swimming pool was a small Jacuzzi. And like all Jacuzzis
this one was filled will older men sitting around shooting the shit. . . .

Question: why is it that young guys rarely are found in the Jacuzzi? It
always seems to be older guys with loads of hair on their backs . . . one
of life's mysteries I suppose. Hmm, we'll save that for another forum . . .

. . . I later found out that unlike other Jacuzzis however, there was a bit
of foot-to-dick and hand-to-dick action going under the water's surface,
while above the waterline, all seemed perfectly normal. Oh well, nobody
seemed unhappy to be there, all those old hairy guys sure looked happy!

To one side of the pool, there was an opening to another area, with two
dark corridors heading off in either direction. I decided to venture to the
right, and see what I could see. Well, if the guys on Level II were horny
brazen slut boys (LOL), then these guys were horny slut boys on steroids!
The layout was a VERY dark, maze with only a few doors to small closet
sized rooms. As I walked around the corner, I smelled it – SEX! I pretty
much had to walk around with my hands in front of me, until my eyes
adjusted to the near blackout conditions. Every once in awhile my hands
would hit a wall, and I knew it was time to turn, and seek another
path. And then also not infrequently . . . my hands touched some sweaty
skin . . . but just too be certain, it wasn't another wall, I needed to
feel around a bit. Yeah, uhmm, feels like a person . . . feels like a man
. . . um, feels like he is wearing a towel . . . feels like he has a hard
dick under that towel . . .  Hmmm feels like what just MIGHT be a man is
feeling me too? Is that a man massaging my chest? Could those be man hands
rubbing my dick? Pinching my arse? Hmm, can't be sure, but aren't there
about six hands on my various body parts at the moment???? Yep, I guessed I
had found a man maze! AND, I wasn't all too certain that I was in a hurry
to find an exit. LOL. At one stage, I made it into a closet, and I was
trying to figure out what the purpose was when I saw a hand reach out and
grab my towelled cock. Next thing I know I'm pulled by my dick towards the
dark hole in the wall. With my dick through the hole, I can tell some
anonymous bloke on the other side is sucking me off. AND mate, this guy
could give some serious head. It was so fucking hot not knowing what this
stud looked like, and imagining how hot he was. I was nearly ready to cum,
so I pulled my dick and whispered in the hole, "I'm going to cum, where do
you want it?"

To which the anonymous hole, lisped back in a familiar voice, "Oh
sweetheart, let me see your face while I take your load down my hungry
throat."

We both left our respective closets, and I couldn't believe the guy who
came out. It was Barry from downstairs, my friendly host."'Barry, I mean
Steve' so I did get to taste your beautiful dick after all? Aren't I the
lucky cock sucking `Queen For A Day'"

"Barry, if you would have told me you could suck dick like that, you could
have sucked me off, before we got our locker keys at the front door," I
laughed. "Hey buddy," I added enthusiastically, "You definitely need to
finish what you started, there was a place back here, I think" I said, as I
pulled him to a large dimly-lit room covered in mattresses. There were
several couples that we needed to step over, but I quickly raced to a back
wall, dropped my towel so I could sit on something, and leaned back on a
couple of pillows, with my hard pole staring up towards Barry's waiting
mouth.

I couldn't believe the new me, nor could Barry. "Well ninety minutes in a
sauna certainly has turned you into a sauna slut, my dear boy. Not that I'm
complaining," he laughed. Wow, had it really been ninety minutes. The time
had flown. In some ways I had experienced more sexually in ninety minutes
that I had in my life until now, but in other ways, it seemed like I had
just entered the club. Time flies when you are having fun. LOL.

But my mind was wandering; I needed to focus on this, the best blow job I
had ever received in my life. This guy was amazing. And it wasn't a
lifeless service, or one full of fake orgasm moans; Barry was fully
enjoying himself, and in the process, I was in heaven. I started to feel
the cum gathering momentum, in the core of my balls. My legs started to
twitch, and I started to grunt, "Barry. Barry. Oh fuck. Barry, you old
fucking faggot queen. I love it. You bastard. Why didn't you tell me that
you could do fucking that with your . . . oh fuck. OH FUCK. Barry, I think,
oh shit. Oh FUUUUUUCK!" I gasped as I came down his throat. He actually
started giggling as he sucked me hard, slurping down every drop of my
cum. And I didn't just cum with a spurt. It was a fucking flood, with a few
after jolts, that actually shook my body. I was spent, and absolutely blown
away. I silently asked myself, could a blow job EVER be this good with a
woman? I've had decent blow jobs in the past, but I guess there is just no
way that a chick could ever KNOW how a guy needed his cock sucked, because
she never has had one. As I had already learned, having a dick doesn't
guarantee that you know how to suck one, but after this experience, I knew
the bar had been raised for blow jobs, and I seriously doubted a woman
would ever suck on my dick again!

Barry was amazing. He loved what he was doing, and he was an artist. Even
while he was still licking my shaft clean, I found myself thinking, like a
kid in a candy store, "YUM, what's next?" And as far as Barry was
concerned, I think he also knew that we probably were not going to take our
little tryst any further than this. He was here to suck dicks, and there
were plenty more that need sucking. And he knew that I was here for an
adventure, and I certainly wasn't going to stop experiencing it after a
single bj – albeit the most fucking fantastic bj I had ever received! We
cuddled for a few minutes, and he told me that he was really glad he met
me, and that he hoped he had been a good host so far. We both laughed, as I
nodded enthusiastically.

"I think we gave these gentlemen a good show, didn't we men?" he said
turning towards the small audience which I had not noticed congregating
before us. One guy, started clapping. Another young man, looked like he had
seen a ghost, or an angel – lol. He needed it bad! ;) While a third guy
said, "Barry, I'm jealous. I thought you only sucked my monster dick, you
slut bastard queen."

"Yeah, yeah honey. When I'm sucking your `little' dick, I'm ONLY sucking
your morsel my friend, but Barry decides who and when he sucks, and my
young friend here, `Barry, I mean Steve' sure needed a blow job in a bad
way. And Barry as you know you old fart, is all about service." This guy
must be an actor in his other life, because Barry was a non stop
performer. "Gentlemen, GENTLEMEN, I think I'm in love and you'll ALL be
invited to the wedding. From the looks of this (as he pointed to, and drew
the attention to my once again hard cock), it looks like my friend needs a
bit more loving," he giggled.

After that orgasm, I couldn't believe my cock was saying "next," before I
had fully caught my breath. I covered my cock with the towel, to hopefully
let the gawkers lose interest, and I whispered in Barry's ear. "Buddy, that
was, BY FUCKING FAR, the very best blow job I've ever had. You are the
MAN. But, despite what my dick is saying I need to get a drink of water,
and slow down my heart before I have a fucking heart attack . . . besides I
still haven't even seen the whole club yet. Can I take a raincheck on the
blowjob Barry? Oh, and Barry . . . the name isn't Steve . . . its Richard,
but my friends call me Rich."

"I'm shocked your name isn't REALLY Steve? Dishonesty in a bathhouse, what
is the world coming to?" Barry asked in mock indignation. "Hmmmm, how about
you still go by `Steve' to all these other queers, and just Barry can call
you Rich today . . . or better yet, I've always preferred the nickname
`Dick.' Today, would you be my special Dick, my sweet young man?"

"OK my favourite cock sucking homo," I laughed. "For you . . . just you
. . . I'll be your little Dick" I tousled his hair as I started to get up.

"Oh `little Dick?" Drama builds in his voice, "LITTLE DICK," my friend is
definitely not right for YOU." Barry theatrically replied back to the crowd
as much as to me.

I laughed as I walked away, and noticed Barry already eyeing that young
nervous twenty year old, who had not taken his eyes of us. Of course, with
my little 5 1/2 " (hard) cock, I knew I was far from "HUNG," and after my
pornographic performance, the audience was quite aware of my cock size. But
what the heck, in this superficial world, if that is the compliment Barry
wants to give me I'll take it. As I made my way back towards the swimming
pool, I hoped I might see Barry again, but was already excited that my luck
at indeed begun to change for the better.


TO BE CONTINTUED . . .