Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2007 12:17:59 +0100
From: Dub Dude <dub_dude@hotmail.com>
Subject: Vortex Sauna Encounter

This story is intended for a mature audience. It contains references to gay
sex. If this offends you, please do not read further.

The author maintains all rights to this story. Please do not change, copy
or use without the author's written permission.

This story is based on actual events.

Comments and feedback welcome at dub_dude@hotmail.com


Vortex Lad


I entered the gay sauna pretty soon after it opened that weekend afternoon.
Following right behind me was the most gorgeous, young twink, whom I
immediately targeted.

We undressed and headed out in only our towels to explore our surroundings,
both of us seemingly in this sauna for the first time. I made sure I kept
him in sight, and attempted to determine the best way to show my interest in
him.
When we got to the sauna, I followed him in, where we joined a man older
than us both by some way.

I was still contemplating my next move, but the other man beat me to it. I'm
not exactly sure what he did or said, but the next thing I knew, the two of
them were leaving together.
Hugely disappointed, and since there was no-one else around at the time, I
thought I would stay close to the young lad, in order to catch him as soon
as he left the cubicle they had selected.

I was in the cubicle next to them. From the groaning, it sounded like the
older man was either getting a fantastic blowjob or, more likely, that he
was pounding away up the lads ass.
After the older guy apparently came, the young lad left the cubicle quickly,
and as planned, I set off after him. I noticed that he showered, then went
back to the locker room and dressed, which meant he must be leaving, much to
my disappointment.

I ambled around the place after that, watching the porn being displayed on
the screens, not really interested in any of the sprinkling of men that
subsequently arrived. They were either too overweight or too hairy for my
liking. Or both.

My patience with the place had just about run out, when out of the blue,
there was my Adonis again – naked except for the towel. He had returned!

I did not wish to let him slip through my fingers again, and so tracked him
into the sauna again. I brazenly moved next to him and lightly touched his
leg with the outside of my hand, just beside the knee. He did not attempt to
stop me or move away, so I trailed my hand more solidly up his leg and
thigh. The strong, young muscles resisted my hand beneath the almost
unbelievably smooth skin.
As I got near the top of his thigh, he stood up, took me by the hand, and
headed for the door of the sauna. I was joyously led away.

We selected a cubicle, and after locking it, I told him to lie down. He
gingerly took off his towel, and got on the black mattress, displaying all
of his naked, awesome body to my eyes.

Except for his pubes, which was a small patch of light brown hair, with
apparent tinges of ginger, he was completely smooth. When he placed one hand
behind his head, perhaps inviting me to do more than just gawk at him, I
noticed a few sparse strands of similarly coloured hair in his armpit.

His cock was well hard, so that even lying down, it bounced seductively in
the air above his hairless torso. It was uncut and although relatively short
and thin, to me it was perfect.

I took off my towel, and quickly got on the mattress, straddling his legs,
my throbbing dick anticipating the pleasure to come.

I leaned over his body, my cock dangling above his, looking him directly in
his beautiful blue eyes. He smiled awkwardly, but as I moved downwards to
kiss him, he turned his face away.
Interpreting that as a solid `no' to kissing, I ran my fingers over the soft
skin from his neck to his shoulders, and then slowly but surely towards his
nipples.
They were engorged and became even more so as my fingers lightly went around
each of them, without making direct contact.
I teasingly moved back towards his shoulders, and then down his sinewy arms,
tracing each finger of his hands with mine.

By the time I had retraced my sensuous path back to his nipples, his
breathing had quickened and his eyes were closed.
I made ever smaller concentric circles around his one nipple and as my
fingers brushed over the erect nub, I engulfed the other one with my hot
mouth and flicking tongue.
A short, sharp gasp escaped him and his body seemed to tense up.
I toyed with his nipples this way until he got used to the sensations.

Then it was time to travel further south with hands and mouth, via sixpack
hills into belly button valley, and then finally on to the jungles of
cock-tube county.

I blew on his pubic hair and turgid penis, which responded by twitching with
appreciation.
He could not stand the anticipation any more and lifted his midsection off
the mattress towards my face, offering his genitals to me.
Such a display of vulnerability and lust could not go unrewarded, and I
therefore sank my mouth down his semen sausage, to the sounds of gasps of
pleasure and thankfulness.

I was just getting into it when, without warning, the first volley of cum
blasted into my mouth. Knowing the dangers associated with this action, I
immediately ejected the hard, discharging cock, along with the semen in my
mouth, and proceeded to wank him to completion.
His hips involuntarily thrust his cock forwards and back in my hand, and his
legs jerked uncontrollably. Light, thin, almost transparent semen spewed
forth onto his abdomen, sometimes all the way up to his neck.

All too soon it was over. Cum just dribbled out into his pubic hair and over
my fingers. His eyes were still closed, but his head was tilted back, mouth
agape, softly gasping.
When I was sure I could milk no more jism from his love-tool, I left it to
throb away, and cleaned him up with his towel, attempting to be as gentle
and thorough as possible.

I took my time, using the towel as another pleasure-inducing device,
stroking his gorgeous, smooth body with it, even on his legs and feet.
By this stage, his post-orgasmic bliss caused him to be completely relaxed
except, I noted, for his cock.
It still pulsed with unfulfilled excitement, and although not as hard as
previously, certainly not flaccid.

I was intrigued, and began playing with it; testing its hardness by
squeezing it, retracting the foreskin as far as it would go and tickling the
hairless ballsack.
He was obviously not as sensitive as some men, who won't allow anyone near
their genitals for some time after they have cum.
In fact, he seemed to enjoy my ministrations, so I carried on.

His cock was soon as hard as a spike again, just begging to be sucked, and I
obliged. This time, I was able to use my tongue more and even my teeth to
stimulate the base of the sexy semen-cylinder and the ridge of the glans.
Each time my teeth would lightly contact the sensitive organ, it would
respond by getting even harder, expelling drops of sweet pre-cum.
In conjunction with this, I ran my hands all over his torso, especially his
nipples, pointy and rubbery once more.

It took longer but, as before, his body gradually ascended the orgasm trail.
Having admonished him for not doing so previously, this time he warned me
verbally once he neared the point of no return. I had already guessed, since
his body bucked and twitched the same way again, but appreciated his
observance of acceptable blowjob protocol.

I watched with fascination as, once more, his cock unloaded his precious,
watery testicle juice. There was not as much, nor did it shoot as far, but
it was spectacular nonetheless. My own cock drooled a pool of pre-cum in
response to this exciting show.

Finally, even this sex-starved ,youthful, dick-stick succumbed to the
inevitable male response after having climaxed, and softened.
I cleaned him up as before and suggested he turn on his stomach, so that I
could give him an amateur massage.

He was well up for that, and so we spent about the next half an hour... him
slipping in and out of blissful sleep, and me running my hands over the
soft, pale skin of my Adonis. I rubbed his neck, shoulders, back, took my
time with his lovely taught butt, and traveled down to his thighs, calves,
and feet.
I repeated this until my arms and hands were tired.

He didn't particularly wish for me to stop (and I didn't blame him), but
understood that all good things come to an end.
He turned over onto his back and lo and behold, another erection confronted
me! I was incredulous. This young man was insatiable!

As before, there were no objections when I took hold of it and started
stroking, and he even opened his legs to give me better access to his
hanging testicles.
I was able to suck both of these into my mouth at the same time, with some
effort, but found it easier to roll them around on my tongue one by one.
Having informed him upfront that I was not interested in anything anal, he
played with his asshole himself, and all this stimulation meant that he
didn't take an age to climb the climax cliff again.

Another verbally delivered warning gasp, and the mouth-free cock-tube jerked
and spasmed, trying to expel cum that was no longer available from even
these prodigious teenage semen producing factories.
There was a slight trickle, but understandably no further fountain of jizz.

He had cum three times with me, and perhaps another time with the older
fella earlier that afternoon. I congratulated him on his astounding feat.
He blushed sweetly and smiled weakly, not able to move much after the sum of
his afternoons exertions.

When he finally `came to', he realized with a shock what the time was, and
indicated that he and his parents had come to the city for the day from the
country, and that he was very late for meeting up with them again.
He dashed out and began dressing, without even taking a shower. He did not
have a mobile and although I gave him my e-mail address, I unfortunately
never heard from my rural Adonis again.
I would have loved to repeat this episode!