WritingBug

Come on guys, I'm so bored of jacking off to the stories on this site and wishing it were me getting bred. It's my turn!

This story just convinced me to try booty bumping myself for the first time and holy shit is that good. I can see why I get so many messages about not finishing my stories - it's so frustrating that there isn't more. Can't wait to see what Happens next.

Yes, definitely.

That link doesn't seem to go anywhere?

I live in London, zone two south. I've never done bareback outside of my relationship, I'm youngish, and I have no preference regarding age so long as you can still fuck. I do have a fetish for black guys, but I have no issues sleeping with any other race. I can pm pics if you ask. Chem friendly but it isn't essential, open to public meets, but prefer private. Can sometimes accom, but usually prefer to travel.

He'd make a good model, I thought. He was young, had short brown hair, and wore glasses. He was skinny, no muscle to him at all, and the pair of tight little red briefs suited him perfectly, though they were now dropping to the floor for the nude shots. He struck a few poses as I kept flashing the camera. He had a cocky grin on his face - the kind of guy who knew he was pretty and liked receiving attention. They're a dime a dozen at this studio, and we didn't need any more of them. He would have made a good model, but I had a better idea of what to do with a cocky little shit like him. "Alright." I said. "Now a few of you on the bed, on your hands and knees." He followed my instructions just fine, getting up on to the bed and sticking his ass in the air, pointed at me. "Yeah, that's it." I said as I moved around him, taking a few more pictures as I got closer. I put the camera to one side, reached out and brushed my fingers down his ass. Even this was perfectly formed - round, firm, looked like he didn't bottom too much. Fucking him would hardly be a chore, I could tell. "Photos look good." I told him, as I took one cheek in my hand and squeezed. "Shall we test your performance, then?" A lot of the twinks we get around here get offended when I do this. 'This is a twink porn studio!' I reckon they think. 'Why should I have to get fucked by a gross old man like you?' And they'd be right - I am a gross old man, and Poz to boot. I'm in my 50s, and though muscular, the virus had worked its magic on me, making me look permanently slightly sick. My hair wasn't losing its colour, at least, a thick black bulk that I kept slicked back. The ones I actually consider hiring wouldn't have to get fucked by me, they'd test with another model. If I'm fucking them, it's already too late, unless they put on one hell of a performance, and are smart enough to ask for a condom. This one wasn't offended though. Not even shocked. Might be he was expecting to have to do something like this. In any case, as soon as he heard me, he backed his ass into my crotch, immediately grinding against my jeans. "Good boy..." I growled as my semi started getting harder, my jeans soon starting to feel too tight. I took hold of his hips and grinded against him with more force, till my dick was all but bursting out of my jeans. He pulled away, turning around and grabbing hold of my belt. He was certainly eager to impress. It was almost too bad that he wouldn't make it. As he undid my belt and jeans, I pulled my vest off over my head - time to test how dumb he was. He definitely saw the tattoo on my stomach, but didn't seem to react to it at all. I guess he didn't know the significance of a biohazard symbol then. He pulled my cock free of its confines, and this time he was surprised. But then, most guys are when they suddenly have a thick, ten each club of a cock shoved in their face. He recovered quickly enough though, and took the tip in his mouth, sucking happily as I curled my fingers in his hair, urging him on. Maybe he didn't get fucked Much, but he could certainly suck cock like a pro. Didn't need much of a warm up, and he was swallowing down most of my cock in one go - no gag reflex to speak of, and he could work his tongue like a demon. He was all too happy to play with the balls too, which even some of our most experienced models need reminding of. All in all, he definitely would have brought some money in, but maybe I could use him in some home videos, instead. I bet he could make me cum using just his mouth if I let him go on, but I'd been saving this load for a few days now, and I knew exactly where it was going. So did he, it seemed, as when I pulled him up by his shoulder, he didn't need telling to get on his back. He flipped over instantly, holding his knees and leaving that smooth hole wide open for me. I thought about ramming my cock straight into him, to see if he really was as inexperienced at fucking as he seemed, but I thought that might spook him into demanding a condom, and I wasn't having that. So instead, I bent down, and slid my tongue straight into his hole, hearing him moan when I pushed through his hole. His tongue was more talented than mine, but I could definitely perform well enough. His cock was solid, seven inches and thick enough. He jacked off as I fucked his hole with my tongue, getting it all moist and ready, determined to make sure this was the only lube he got. He was pulling at his dick harder and faster as it went on, till eventually I grabbed his wrist to stop him from cumming. Instantly, he shouted in frustration. "Well fuck me, then!" That was all the invitation I needed. I pulled up and lined my cock up with his hole, pushing the tip straight in without waiting. He made no complaint, no request for a condom, nothing. All he did was gasp, then moan, as I slowly began sinking into him. Well, I wasn't the first person in him, I could tell from how well he took it, but he was still tight, and I had to go slow at first. He had his eyes closed, and a wide smile on his face. I wondered if he knew what he was getting into, or what was getting into him. My precum was no doubt already lining the walls of his ass, and even that could be enough to wreck him. He'd made no complaint by the time I'd got fully inside him, and when I started fucking him properly, he let out a loud "Oh fuck yeah!" And I figured the time for condoms had passed. He knew how to use his ass too, moving up and down in time with my movements and keeping his ass tight around my cock. It wasn't long before I was slamming into him full force, my balls slapping against his ass with each thrust, making him shout out with each one. I knew how to deal with a noisy fucker though, and l leaned forwards, clamping my hand over his throat and fucked him all the harder. If the hand bothered him, he didn't show it, but it did get him to shut up. Before long, we were switching up positions. I got him on his stomach and fucked him into the bed, his ass bouncing up to meet me with each and every stab. Then I got him back on his hands and knees, one hand on his hip and the other clamped into his hair holding tight as I pulled my cock all the way out and punched back through his hole straight down to the base. His ass was never going to feel the same again by the time I was done. More than once, I had him back on his knees on the floor fucking his mouth with the same vigor as his ass, holding him down so his nose was buried in my body hair, just to prove that I could make him gag. We ended up with me on my back on the bed, him straddling my waist, bouncing on my cock. I held him by the waist, helping him in his movements and ramming myself up into him each time I pulled him down. He had one hand on my chest, mere inches from the biohazard symbol that he didn't understand, holding himself up, while he jacked off with the other. I could feel him clenching and unclenching around my cock and I knew he was close. I could feel the pressure building up in my balls too. With a few last, hard thrusts, he let out one hell of a moan, and his cock blew with cum and his ass squeezed tight. Two more thrusts and I was gone too, and as his load shot over my chest, I blasted inside him, filling him with my poz seed, continually moving him up and down my cock for the length of both our orgasms, making damn sure he was fucked full of my cum. Finally, he collapsed next to me, panting heavily and grinning his cocky grin. Less than ten minutes later, he was gone. We had a quick clean up and, on his way out, he asked me if I thought he got the job, grinning and obviously thinking it was a done deal. I told him that it was looking positive. Dumb bitch didn't even pick up on that, and winked as he left. He should have done his research; the studio only hired clean actors that used condoms. He wasn't the latter, and his days of the former were well and truly over. Still, I had his number - I bet I'll find him some work on one of my 'side projects.'

Part 2 My body already felt tired and aching, yet I knew the night wasn’t over yet. The skinhead picked me up by my arm, and dragged me over to the sling, dropping me into it and leaving me for a moment. He came back with the rubber strap for my arm, another needle and the marker pen. Before setting me up for a second hit, he drew two small lines on my chest with the pen. “You’ll be wanting to keep track.” He said with a cocky grin as he wrapped the rubber strap around my arm and stuck the needle in. “This will hit you a lot harder than the last one, mate! Just you fucking wait. You’re not going to remember a whole fucking lot about tonight, but what stays in your head will be with you for the rest of your life!” And with that, he whipped off the rubber strap and sensation flooded me once more. “But don’t worry. Everything you don’t remember will still be recorded!” I watched myself in the mirror that was on the ceiling above the sling, and if I looked to the side I could still see myself in the mirrors for the fucking bench. Cum was leaking out of my ass, which felt empty, desperate to be filled again. Like the Indian, the skinhead seemed to just vanish, and I was left alone. I had no idea how long I was left alone for, I doubt I could have kept track of time even if there was a clock or windows or anything that would indicate it. I just hung there, waiting. My head was swimming and my cock had grown soft. Suddenly, he was there again. The black leather daddy. I didn’t even notice he was there till the door slammed shut behind him. His leather jock was gone, but he had kept his chaps and harness. He crossed the room without a word, and I saw bouncing between his legs a cock much bigger than either of the ones I’d had so far. Without waiting and without word, he lined his cock up with my ass and shoved it in, all the way in, sinking inch after inch into me with only his friends cum as lube. He must have been 12 inches, if not more, but he slid right in till I couldn’t see his cock at all between my body and his. Only once he was all the way inside me did he say anything. His hand shot down and clamped around my throat, and he growled “Say it.” “I’m a stupid whore!” I declared, half slurring. He pulled most of the way out and slammed back into my ass, and again he ordered ‘say it’. “I’m a stupid fucking whore!” I said, louder, and he repeated his actions again. “I’m a stupid fucking whore!” I yelled this time, and it seemed to be enough. He took hold of my hips and began fucking me harder and faster than either of the previous two. If the cuts from the last cock were causing me any pain, I was easily too far gone to feel it. All I could feel was the incredible pounding of a full twelve inches being thrust into me over and over again. I couldn't help but watch myself in the mirror above me, watching that huge meat keep disappearing into my ass. Whenever I looked at the man fucking me, he held my eye contact, never blinking or slowing down. He was like a machine. It was all I could do to hold onto the chains above my head as I swung in rhythm with his thrusts. It seemed impossible, but he eventually started getting even more aggressive, and from that and his animalistic grunts, I knew he was getting close to the edge. I forced my ass to clamp around his cock as tight as I could manage, and the smirk that appeared on his face told me it was helping. I wanted to milk his cock for every drop - as far as i was concerned, this would be the load that converted me. The Indian and the skinhead may have gone first, but I'll always say that it was this load, shot into me by twelve inches of raw black cock, attached to a leather clad monster of a man that made me what I am. The pounding seemed to last forever, but finally, he let out a powerful howl of pleasure, rammed himself as far into me as he would go, and I felt him erupting into me, shooting his load deep into me, much, much deeper than either of the others had reached. Like them, he started fucking it into me as his orgasm ended, and I kept my ass as tight as I could the whole time, not wanting anything to escape. Finally, though I would have kept him there forever if I could, he pulled out, and I felt more cum dribbling down my ass despite my best effort to keep it all inside me. It was only after he pulled out that I became aware once more of the room around me - we weren't alone anymore, and it wasn't the two guys from earlier, though the skinhead was still among them. There must have been at least ten guys there now, all at various levels of undress. Two guys, both looking to be about my age, were on their knees, sucking whatever cock was stuck in their mouths. The others came in all shapes and sizes - there were two more black guys, another skinhead, an older guy who did not look healthy, but the massive cock between his legs distracted me from that. One guy looked quite near my age, though bulking with muscle, and a few of the others looked like they spent most of their time behind a desk. None of them had a cock as small as my boyfriends, though none as large as the one that had just wrecked me either. The skinhead from before stepped forward and once again strapped a rubber strap around my arm, and marking the third load on my chest with the pen. Before he'd even finished giving me the injection, the old, sick looking guy stepped forwards and plunged his cock into my ass, moaning something about how slick and cummy my ass was as he started fucking me, to the encouragement of the crowd. Once the strap was gone, I was gone. What followed was a blur of cocks being rammed up my ass and down my throat by all sorts of guys. The skinhead took me twice more, and at one point I was put over the fucking bench and spitroasted by the two black guys. Even the twinky cocksuckers had a go with me, calling me a runt or a bottom bitch. At some point, long before they were done with me, I must have passed out, as eventually my memory of the night cuts out entirely. When I regained consciousness the the next evening, I was alone. My bag of clothes had been left near where I had been dumped. I staggered to my feet and over to the mirror, struggling to walk. My legs and ass ans back and stomach were all covered in now drying cum, though I could still feel the moistness inside. I wondered how long they kept fucking me after I'd passed out. I inspected the marks on my body - I was covered in bites, and areas that were now beginning to bruise. The tally marks on my body were blurred by sweet, but I counted 24 marks, at least. The writing on my back was hard to read, but I could tell that it said "Stupid Whore". The writing near my ass was nearly completely unreadable - I could only vaguely make out the words 'Neg' and 'Poz'. I looked all around the house, but there was no one to be found anywhere, nor anything in any of the rooms. There was a bathroom, but it apparently had no water going to it, as I couldn't get anything to come through any of the fittings. Resigned to the fact that I'd have to walk home in my current state, I went back downstairs and dressed myself. I knew my partner wouldn't be home for a few days - more than enough time to recover and for the marks to fade to a level that he wouldn't notice. As i left, I wondered how long it would take for the virus to work its way through me and into him.

Part 1. I was being fucking stupid, I knew that from the start. I knew it when I was at home, cleaning myself out and shaving everything below the neck. I knew it when I left and got the train to some place I'd never heard of before. I knew it when I walked up the drive to the address I was given and knocked on the door. And I especially knew it when the door was opened. Standing butt naked, letting me in, was an indian guy, small but with a huge cock, which was already rock solid. The second I was in, it was too late for me to stop being stupid - I was immediately forced to my knees. His cock filled my mouth and I sucked it, tasting his skin and precum on my tongue. His cock was just as big as it looked in the pictures. A solid nine inches, thick and brown. He forced it down my throat, gripping my blonde hair tightly, with no regard for any pain he caused me. After a few thrusts, he let go, pulling his cock out and smacking me with it, leaving a splat of my spit and his precum on my face. He led me from the hallway into the next room - I knew not to get off my knees, but to crawl behind him. The room should have been a living room, but if it ever had normal furniture, that had all been stripped out and replaced with a sling, a fucking bench, and table that I couldn’t see the top of, and the contents of which I could only guess at. There was also set up several cameras, positioned so that they wouldn't get in the way of what was to come. There were three people in the room - the 9 inch Indian who had let me in and fucked my throat already, a white skinhead, as naked as the first guy and with a chunky piercing in the tip of his chunky eight inch cock, plus several other piercings throughout his body, and a black guy, fully dressed in leather chaps, a jock and a waistcoat that did little to cover his muscular body. I knew to crawl straight over to this one and kiss both his boots, then wait. No one spoke, and without needing direction, the skinhead went to the table and pulled from behind it an empty backpack. He dropped it next to me, and I knew I was allowed to stand, though only briefly, to strip down to my jock, putting my shoes, socks, jeans, t-shirt and what little possessions I brought with me all in the bag. The skinhead took it away again, and flung it unceremoniously through an open door on the other side of the room, behind the sling. Then he and the Indian converged on me. The Indians dick slipped between my exposed buttcheeks, grinding against my hole, still slick from my spit. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back against him, his body fully pressed against mine. The skinhead, meanwhile, stood in front of me, between me and the leather clad man. He took my nipples between his fingers and started twisting them harshly as he forced his mouth against mine, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. A metal stud on his tongue smacked against my teeth as it slivered in, filling my mouth almost as much as the cock had earlier. I moaned into his mouth, and felt his cock hardening against me, the ring going through it rubbing against my now bulging jock pouch. Behind me, the Indian started kissing and biting my neck, sinking his teeth in deep. I pushed my ass out against his cock, I wanted him to fuck me right now, though I knew he wouldn't. They were only trying to see if I’d lose my nerve and beg them to let me leave, but there was no chance of that. Sure enough, with a snap of fingers behind the skinhead, both bodies suddenly separated from mine, so quickly that I nearly fell over, having not noticed that I had been using them to support myself. I immediately sank to my knees again, and looked up at the ringleader. He reached out and grabbed me by the hair, and dragged me across the room. Still holding my hair, he made me look into a full length mirror behind the fucking bench. I'd always been skinny, and my pale, hairless body looked smaller than ever in comparison to the bulking black monster that held me so firmly. The skinhead and Indian had begun kissing and wanking each others dicks while they waited for the leather Daddy to do his thing. "Say it." He said. He didn't shout, and yet the command was barked with harsh force. "I'm a stupid whore, Sir." I answered, not breaking eye contact with him through the mirror. I knew every word of what I had to say off by heart. I knew it was all being recorded too. "And why are you a stupid whore?" He asked, tightening his grip in my curly blonde hair, making me wince, but not stumble from the plan. "Because I came here tonight." I answered. "What's going to happen to you here?" "You're going to pump me full of drugs." I answered. "Then you're going to fuck me and pump me full of your cum." At this point, his other hand came round and gripped my throat. I could feel his leather covered cock pressing into my back. "And you want that?" I answered yes and he asked "Why?" "Because I want your toxic loads." I answered, and he demanded 'why' again. "Because I'm fucking stupid, but my boyfriend is stupider. He cheated on me, so I'm going to become a poz fucker and convert him too!" I didn't break eye contact the entire time. And with that, no more words were said. Pulling me by my throat, he dragged me back across to the other two, where they took it in turns to ram their cocks down my throat. Meanwhile, I could only hear the leather Daddy as he did something near the box and drug board. It didn't take long before both guys were going all the way down to the hilt in my throat. My nose buried into the hair of the Indian - I'd never taken anything in me that big before. My pathetic boyfriends cock wasn't even six inches, and barely tickled the back off my throat. I struggled and gagged around it, and he showed no sign of caring about my difficulty, gripping my head tight and fucking my mouth. When the skinhead took over, his dick might not have gone down as far, but the P.A. scratching inside me made it all the more difficult to take. He forced it down even harder than the Indian. Behind me, I heard boots approach once more. He dropped several things down, then grabbed my hips and pulled, making me stick my ass out as far as it would go without stopping me from reaching the cocks I was serving. I felt something on my back - he was writing on my shoulders with a pen, though I was too distracted by my work to follow it in my mind and work out what he wrote. After that, he moved lower down and wrote something else, that took longer, then I felt him draw an arrow on each of my ass cheeks, pointing to my hole. After that, they all moved together, like a planned attack. I was pulled to my feet, with the Skinhead wrapping his arms around me and holding me still, while the Indian held out my arm. The leather Daddy wrapped a strap around my arm and pulled it tight. It was over in a flash. Needle in, injected, out, strap off. With that, my head, my whole body suddenly burst with sensation. I coughed as I was shoved back to my knees, and a cock filled my mouth again. I didn't even know who's at first, though the piercing soon tipped me off. I didn't need any help to force myself down to the base this time - I swallowed it with a greedy hunger. At the same time, I felt a probing in my ass, and immediately thrust my hips out to meet it. The Indians tongue pushed straight into my waiting hole, where I felt it wiggle and squirm, shoving itself in and out and in again. I moaned around the skinheads cock as I got tongue fucked. This went on for a while, till the Indian guy stopped and repositioned himself so that his cock was pressed against my ass. The cock in my throat was pulled out so quickly, i worried for a moment that the piercing might cut something. All fear was quickly erased though, as a strange mask was forced over my nose and mouth. I breathed in deeply without even thinking - it smelled heavily of some chemical, and I knew I'd smelt it before in gay bars. It was poppers, and my already airy head was swimming after a few breaths, but the Indian held it on even still. I pushed my ass out against his cock again, moaning into the mask. I felt his spare hand slip between us and, with the precision of a pro, he lined up his cock with my hole. Still wet and desperate to be filled, my ass barely put up a fight, and the nine inches of cock shoved straight down till I could feel his pubes and his balls slap against me. I moaned, loudly, into the poppers mask. My virginity, which I could never convince my completely bottom boyfriend to take, despite his promises, was shattered in an instant. The Mask was dropped from my face as the Indian wrapped his arms around me. Our bodies were touching as much as they could, and I could feel his hot breath on my neck, as he started pounding my hole. He had mounted me like a dog, and panted like one in my ear, occasionally kissing or biting or sucking on my neck. Meanwhile, the skinhead circled around us like a predatory animal, growling encouragements to his friend, or insults to me. "Fuck that little cunt!" He said. "Fill that hole - he'll never want it empty again." I was practically being fucked into the floor at this point, but the skinhead knelt down in front of me, grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head up, all without disturbing the pounding the Indian was giving my ass at all. He waved his cock in my face, smacking it against my cheeks and knocking the piercing against my lips. "See this?" He asked me. "You know what I'm going to do once he's done? I'm going to ram this right up your fucking cunt, and fuck you so fucking hard that you'll get all torn up inside. Our cum and our bug will go right into your blood. You're not walking away from this without it. No fucking chance!" And with that, he forced his cock down my throat and started fucking it. His words had got me so hot, I could feel my cock beneath me, rock hard, despite being crushed by my weight and the force of the Indian fucking me. It had slipped from my jock, and I was leaking precum - the only neg cum in the room, I thought, and that made me even harder. The Indian was obviously encouraged by what he heard too, as the speed and the force of his fucking picked up. He started moaning louder and louder, and each thrust seemed to slam down harder and harder. The whole time, the skinhead had been running his hands through my hair, half stroking, half pulling as he fucked my mouth. Finally, with a mighty howl, the Indian shoved his cock deep into my ass, his body convulsed, and I could feel his hot load blow up into me. Shot after shot blasting up, coating the insides of my ass completely. It felt like more cum than I'd ever seen one person produce before, and as his orgasm subsided, he started fucking his load into me again. Both cocks left me at the same time, the one in my ass now softer than the one in my throat. In my haze, I didn’t even see the Indian disappear from the room, he just seemed to vanish. The skinhead didn’t, and instead pulled me to my feet and forced me across the room, towards the fucking bench. He slammed me over it, grabbing both my arms and pinning them to my back with one hand, while the other grabbed my hair once more and yanked, pulling my head and holding it in a position so that I had to stare at the mirror in front of us. I noticed then that we were the only ones in the room - the black leather daddy had slipped out at some point. The skinhead needed no help to get his cock lined up with my hole, and rammed his pierced dick straight into the cum filled hole, making me moan and close my eyes. With a jerk of his hand in my hair, he half-yelled at me. “Don’t you fucking close your eyes, faggot!” He growled, shaking my head and fucking my ass hard. “You’re going to watch me convert your fucking ass, got it?!” I nodded as best I could, and I didn’t break eye contact with his reflection again. He didn’t take long, but I felt each and every thrust into me. With every few thrusts of his hips, he’d change how he fucked me. First he forced himself in as deep as he could and kept it there, moving only slightly as he bucked and grinded into my hole. After that, he pulled out completely, and repeatedly stabbed all the way back down to the hilt before pulling all the way out again, spearing me multiple times - the piercing making itself known with each and every penetration. I could tell he was getting close when he began fucking me properly, not pulling out but making me feel the full length of his eight inches as he pounded into my ass. The whole while, he kept talking. “Stupid fucker!” He said. “No fucking clue what you’re doing to yourself! This viral load is going to knock you right the fuck up! Better be ready for it! Are you fucking ready for it?!” He demanded to know. I yelled out. “Ah fuck yeah! I want your load in me! I want to be a poz Fucker like you!” My words obviously got him going, as with a wordless shout, he slammed deep into my ass and released his load. It went on just as long as the first load I took, and he began fucking it into me as well, though he went on longer than the Indian had, pounding my ass. I could feel the slickness in there, and some of the cum dribbled out of my ass and down my balls, which hung underneath, smacking into the fucking bench whenever the skinhead slammed back in. Finally, the skinhead pulled out. He let go of my hair, but not my arms. Once his cock was free, I felt him shove several fingers in instead, and I could feel his nails digging into the walls of my ass. “Gonna make fucking sure!” He said and, sure enough, when he pulled out his fingers and showed them to me in the reflection, I could see some blood mixed in with the cum. With that, he let go of me, and once again forgetting to support my own weight, I slid off the side of the bench, falling into a pile on the floor.

Part 9 Cum. Sweat. Lube. Before I came to this place, they were all things I would have said I never wanted in my mouth. Yet when I pushed my tongue into the hole of the guy in the sling, I tasted all three and thought it was the greatest thing in the world. He let out a moan as I licked at his hole, and from behind me, I heard the skinheads approval too. I felt him move in, and when his hand appeared on my head, he shoved my face in that that I was right up against the ass, penetrating it as far as my tongue would go. I'd never rimmed anyone before, but he seemed perfectly content with the way I moved my tongue and lips. “I think this kids a bit of a cum addict!” The skinhead said as he held my head still, not letting me pull away. My jaw and tongue were beginning to hurt, but I didn't stop my actions. My cock was twitching between my legs, bouncing and wanting to be used. The guy in the sling made a noise of agreement in between his general moans and whimpers. “Let's give him a bit more...” And with that, I found my head pulled away from the ass, and before I could tell what was happening, the skinheads thick, pierced cock was in my mouth. Instinct took over, though I had no idea what to do with the piercing. I danced my tongue around his dick as he shoved it right to the back of my throat. It made me gag, but that didn't stop him, he kept hold of my head and thrust repeatedly into my mouth. I sucked and licked as best I could, though I figured that most of the pleasure he was getting was from his own actions, rather than mine. I could hear him moaning above me, along with the guy in the sling. I glanced to my side briefly to see that the skinhead had several fingers inside the sling guys ass, twisting in and out, keeping the hole loose. I could also see cum still leaking out around his hole and onto the penetrating fingers. With each thrust, my throat seemed to gag more, and I was certain that I couldn't take much more of it without losing my stomach, but the skinhead seemed to be able to recognise the signs. Just as it was getting too much, he pulled out. My mouth didn't stay empty long though, as he switched his cock with his hand. As the pierced dick stabbed balls deep into the loose ass in the sling, cum-coated fingers pushed their way into my mouth. Instinctively, I continued sucking, tasting the cum and licking at the fingers. “Good fucking boy!” I heard from above, and the skinheads voice had become like a deep growl. I looked up and saw that his eyes were closed, his face screwed up, almost as if he were in pain, but the moans he made made it obvious what was happening. With one last howling moan, and an 'Oh fuck yeah!' from the guy in the sling, I saw the skinheads body convulse. I could tell that cum was pumping into into the guys ass, and even saw it as the skinhead pulled his dick out just enough that I could see his cock twitch with each pump. “Get ready for this, boy.” He said, breathless, as his fingers curled up in my hair, taking hold of my head. After he thrust into the guy a few more times, he pulled out his cock and in the same second, shoved my face back into the freshly fucked asshole. I tasted the fresh cum in my mouth and salivated. I heard moaning as the cum continued leaking into my mouth. I licked and lapped at the hole, but after a moment,I found my head pulled away again. The order to 'clean it off' came from above, and the pierced cock found its way back into my mouth, still semi-hard. I obeyed – not that I had a choice – sucking and licking clean the dick, removing all traces of cum from it. “Good boy.” I heard from the skinhead. “Good fucking boy.” Once the dick was clean again, he let me go. Only then did I notice how much of a crowd had built up around us. From where I was kneeling, it almost looked like an endless sea of guys, of all shapes and sizes, all with their cocks out, seemingly waiting for me. It was only then that I felt any amount of awareness of where I was or what I was doing, and when the skinhead held out his hand for me, what little common sense I had left kicked back in. I took his hand and let him help me up. All the action had caused my towel to slip off me, and I quickly squabbled to get it wrapped around me, though it was made impossibly difficult to actually get on properly by my now completely hard cock. I actually heard some tuts and grumbles of complaint as the skinhead led me away from the slingroom. I took one last look over my shoulder at all the horny guys that had been getting off on watching me, and for a moment, felt an almost overwhelming desire to stay.

Part 8 The basement of the sauna was a maze of dark rooms, filled with men in towels all cruising each other. I felt like an idiot for not realizing that there must be something like this in the building. The skinhead led me through the corridor - the people down here were a lot less descrete about their staring, and one or two phantom hands reached out to stroke my ass or try to get my attention, but I ignored the men and pushed through after the skinhead. There were lots of little side rooms that were just big enough for two or three people to fit in. Some had padded platforms, while others just had a padded floor. A few doors were closed, while others had one person in them, assumedly trying to lure someone in to join them. The skinhead showed me all around the basement. There were lots of different rooms: a little cinema to watch porn, sling rooms, mirrored rooms, a chill out room with a bar, and one room that was pitch black. He ended the tour in the sling room. There was a row of them, all in cubicles that didn't really serve to add any privacy. One of the slings was in use by a couple. "So, what d'ya think?" the skinhead asked at the end of his tour. "Pretty good, eh?" I nodded in agreement, while I continued to watch the couple in the sling, realizing the guy getting fucked in the sling was the same guy I'd met in the hot tub earlier, but the man fucking him wasn't the older, tattooed guy with whom he had paired off. The skinhead must have noticed me staring, as without staying a word, he put a hand on my back and guided me over towards them. We stood by the sling, and the couple didn't seem bothered my our presence, even after the skinhead took his towel off and got me to start pumping his cock. He kissed me deep while we watched the show, covering my neck in little bite marks that made me gasp. The top was a very non-discript looking person; tall, brown hair, no noticeable marks on his body. The only memorable thing about him was the borderline-roaring noise he made when he came. When he pulled out, I saw a glistening little drop of his cum drip off the tip of his dick. They hadn't been using a condom either. The top didn't wait around after he finished, disappearing without a word. The bottom stayed in the sling, playing with his cock. The skinhead leaned and whispered in my ear "What do you want to do?" I bit my lip. There was a thought in my head, but it was something that felt gross. "Whatever it is," he said, slightly louder, "I doubt he'll object. Will you?" he asked of the guy in the sling, who, not surprisingly, shook his head with a greedy smile on his face. I thought about it a few seconds more. My cock was rock hard at the thought, as was the pierced cock I held in my hand. 'Why the fuck not?' was the last thing I thought before stepping forwards and dropping to my knees.

Part 7 "I am 'saving myself'!" I said after he finished kissing me. He licked his lips - he must have liked the taste of cum in my mouth. "Doesn't mean I can't do anything while I wait." To demonstrate my point, as he sat down next to me, I slipped my hand into his towel and took hold of his cock and pumped it. It wasn't hard when I started, but it didn't take long. "And how long have you been waiting now?" he asked, adding "Shouldn't you have been deflowered by now? I'll wait all night for your ass, but it's rude of him to keep me waiting." The comment made me blush, and he was right. I'd been at the sauna longer than I realized already, and he should have been through the traffic by now. "He'll be here," was all I could really say as a response. He rustled his hand in my hair and leaned in, kissing me on my temple. For a stranger who just wanted to fuck me in a sauna, he was surprisingly sweet. "I'm sure he will be, mate, but just in case, why don't I give you the grand tour?" With that, he stood up and, without actually waiting for me to agree, yanked me up by my arm. I stood-up so quickly that my towel slipped from my waist. He chuckled as I scrambled to get it back on, suggesting I should leave it off. I ignored his suggestion, secured my towel, and followed him out of the steam room. The cool air hit like a bucket of ice water, yet, at the same time, it felt pleasant. He led me through a few doors, in the opposite direction to the far end of the building where we came-upon a staircase I hadn't even realized existed. "I didn't know this place had a basement," I said, standing at the top of the staircase. The skinhead looked back at me and grinned, replying with a laugh "You really don't know what it is you've walked into, do you?" I'm sure my face was beet red, but I shook my head. Even so, I couldn't help but smile when he reached out his hand to me. I took it, and he led me down into the depths of the sauna.

Part 6 The steam made my skin tingle. I was sat on one of the upper ledges of the steam room, enjoying the sensation of it. When I entered, I thought I was alone. It took me a few minutes to notice that there was at least one other person in the room – it was difficult to see anything through all the steam, but eventually I saw him move. I realized, after a few more minutes of only seeing small movements in the steam, that he was playing with his dick. Clearly, he had better eyesight than me, because finally he spoke, saying “You jus' gonna sit there staring all night?” I jumped up. I'm pretty sure that, when I stood, it was with the intention of running out the door, yet my body once again acted of its own accord. I crossed the steam room, over to where the other man sat. Even when so much closer to him, it was still difficult to actually see anything of the man. He sat on the higher of the two shelves, and when I came close, he stopped wanking and held his dick at the base, waving it at me, inviting me by saying “C'mon then.” I dropped to my knees on the lower ledge in front of him, and leaning forward, I took hold of his cock in my hands. It was a decent size: not as big as that of the skinhead or the black guy from the changing room, but still big enough for me to wrap both hands around. I started tugging on it slowly, for which he let out a little grunt of approval. I could just about see him –he was probably his 40's, with a chunky body covered in black hair. All the moisture of the steam room made him look like a damp bear. Normally, such a guy wouldn't interest me at all. He had the scent of sweat on him and was breathing heavily, but all I could seem to focus on was his cock. I lowered my head down and took the tip of his dick in my mouth, sucking on it. I might have been a virgin, but I had given a few blow jobs before, so I wasn't completely inexperienced with it. I took the whole head in and sucked gently while I pumped the shaft. He moaned, and I felt a hand curl up in my hair, pushing me downwards. I complied, and took more of his dick in my mouth. I tried to keep it slow, but it was obvious that he didn't want to wait around. Every time I stopped or slowed down, he'd push my head down or hold it still while he thrust into it. Using my mouth and one of my hands to pump his cock, and my other hand to play with his balls, I went to work. I heard the plastic flaps that led into the steam room move, indicating the entrance of another person, but I paid it no mind. My body was getting hot and light headed in the heat of the room, and breathing was coming more difficult as I worked the cock in my mouth. It was difficult to tell how much I was sweating and how much was from the steam, but I kept on sucking. I remembered that my tongue existed, and started using that as I went down, to tease the head, much to the pleasure of the bear I was blowing. Then I felt a hand on my ass – the same cheek that had been spanked earlier. This was just a gentle rub though, from the person standing behind me. I realized then that, in my kneeling position, I had pushed my ass out, sticking it in the air for anyone to see, if they could through the steam. I still wore my towel around my waist, but that was it. The hand kept squeezing and rubbing while I continued sucking, and to my surprise, I found myself pushing my ass out even further towards the guy playing with it. I could tell the bear was getting close to blowing his load. His breathing was getting heavier, his grip on my head was harder and he was making more and more grunts of approval. Behind me, the other guy spoke, urging “Go on, suck that cock!” The guy's voice sounded familiar. Then the guy's hand slipped from my ass to my hip, and another one joined it on my other hip. Whoever was behind me pressed up against my ass, and I felt his cock right up against me. I moaned, and so did the guy I was sucking. He let go of my head and uttered something that wasn't really words, but I got the gist of it – he was going to cum. I pulled my head up off and started pumping his cock hard to finish him off. The guy behind me, however, had other plans for me. Just as the bear moaned, signaling his orgasm, a hand moved from my hip to the back of my head, and shoving my mouth back onto the cock in front of me, with the command “Take his load!” Not that I had a choice. The bear came and came, filling my mouth up with the salty taste of his cum. It tasted amazing. I had never swallowed a guy's load before, always having wacked them to orgasm, and letting the cum spill on the floor or on the guy's stomach. I never realized what I had been missing. “Yeah, that's it!" the voice continued, adding “Swallow it all.” I did so, taking every drop of it, and sucking the head clean of all traces. All the while, the cock at my ass had been grinding away. When his dick was clean, the bear immediately stood up, pushing me away as he made for the exit, mumbling as he left something that might have been a thank you. I slumped down onto the ledge, suddenly feeling exhausted from the heat. Looking up at the guy who had been behind me, I knew who it was immediately. The glint of the piercing in the tip of his dick, and the tattoo on his stomach gave it away. The skinhead knelt down next to me and leaned over and asked with a grin, “So, what happened to saving yourself?” Then he kissed me.

Part 5 My rock hard cock bounced freely between my legs as I rushed away from the hot tub towards the changing rooms. I struggled to get my towel back round my waist. It was hard enough to cover myself when I wasn't so hard. I had to make due with walking around with a very noticeable bulge. I could feel the heat on my face, and could only imagine that I was as red as a strawberry. I got my phone from my locker and sat back on the bench away from the lockers. I was still dripping, and cursed as I got my phone wet. My friend hadn't sent any further texts, so I text him asking where he was. I thought more about what had happened while I waited for a response. I tried to remember, but the details had already gone blurry in my head. How did I manage to get there, with them? It felt like I blinked, and suddenly I was inside the guy, fucking him. There were scenes missing in my memory,where my instincts had taken over. I remembered fucking him though –I could remember very vividly the sensation of my cockhead slipping into the guy's hole. The way his ass ate my entire cock without any problem. I thought of thrusting in and out of his warm hole, while the older guy egged me on, calling the guy a whore and telling me to'fuck that hole'. I looked down at the bulge in my towel.Not going anywhere. I sighed, and checked my phone again. Still nothing. I saw a few people looking my way as they changed into and out of their clothes, but no one seemed to bother me while I was in there. I saw one person who apparently just arrived as he was stripping off. He was impressive! Dark brown skin, and must have been 6'6”. Even before he dropped his tight boxers, I could see the massive bulge, but when it flopped out as he pulled it down, my mouth fell open. It was huge, despite being only semi-hard. And I saw a shiny string of what I guessed was precum drip down from it, before he quickly wiped it off. I looked up and realized that he'd saw me staring. He smirked at me. Quick as a light, I shot up and rushed out of the changing room, as if I had somewhere to be. Only at the last second did I realize that I still had my phone in my hand. I sheepishly turned around and headed to my locker, realizing it was right near the the locker that the black guy was now loading his clothes into. He smirked again as I came up close to him and opened my locker. I tried to smile back as I opened up my locker, though I imagine it just looked like I had wobbly lips. He seemed to take it for an invitation though, as he reached out and took one of my ass cheeks in his hand, cupping it and squeezing it through the towel. I froze. His hand slipped down my leg then back up underneath my towel, and squeezed even harder. He was still naked, and as I looked, I saw that his cock was getting a bit harder. Some of the other people in the changing room had also stopped to watch. “You're not leaving, are you?” he asked. I swallowed hard, and managed to stammer out "No." Suddenly, there was a sharp pain. It took me a few seconds to work out what it was – he'd drawn his hand back and spanked my ass cheek, knocking my towel off as he did. It piled at my feet as I yelped. He gripped my cheek so tight in his hand that it hurt, especially right after being hit like that. He leaned over asking “Good. Then you're gonna come give me this later, aren't you?” “Yes!” I said, without even thinking. I didn't want to respond that way, but I knew it was the response he wanted. He relaxed his grip on my cheek and began softly stroking it instead. “Good boy,” he replied softly, as he leaned over, which caused me to flinch, but all he did was kiss me on the cheek, just shy of my ear. “Then I'll see you later, and you'd better bring those," nodding at the bottle of poppers I had placed on the bench by my locker. With that, he let go of me, wrapped himself in his towel – which I noted was definitely bigger than mine – locked his stuff away and headed towards the entrance of the steam room. Once he had gone, I quickly picked up my towel, and tried to wrap it around my waist. The people in the changing room started going about their business now that the show was over. My dick was obviously unbothered by the stinging pain in my ass, and still stood rock hard out from me, which made getting my towel back on difficult. I checked my phone – still absolutely nothing from my friend. I felt like I should leave, thinking I'd already made enough mistakes, and my friend would certainly understand. But my cock was still throbbing, and the memory of how had felt when it slipped into that guy's ass kept popping into my head. My ass was tingling, my mouthwatering. I took the poppers out of the locker and locked my stuff away again. That was the last time I checked for messages from the perfect guy.

Part 4 I stayed in the hot tub for a while afterwards, waiting for my friend to arrive and for my erection to go down. The hallway that led to the hot tub from the showers went further on into the other features of the sauna, though I didn't know what specifically was back there, so I watched guys go past, generally cruising each other. Two separate couples congregated briefly in the hallway, and ran off to... somewhere. I also saw several failed attempts, where one guy shrugged off the other, or quickly fled. The guys in the sauna definitely didn't behave or look like the image I had had in my mind when I entered the place. Yeah, there were a few elderly men, breathing heavily and trying to grab anyone who came within arm's reach, but most of the guys seemed to be between 30 and 50 and in reasonably good shape. I even saw a few guys who looked close to my age, though in reality, probably none were as young as was I. More than once I mistook the younger guys for my friend, but with each failure, I still kept my hopes up. The water jets cycles off and on again before anyone else entered the pool. The older guy with the moustache guy on the other side of the hot tub turned the pumps back on, as if it were his sacred duty to keep the bubbles going. A few minutes after he turned them back on, someone began climbing up the steps that led into the tub. It was a younger guy, I would guess he was about 25, he had black hair that was slicked-back, and he was almost as skinny as I was, but with clear muscle definition. His cock bounced between his legs before disappearing under the water. He looked at me for a brief moment, before nodding and moving towards the older man. They didn't waste time, and imagine they must have known each other as they just smiled at each other, and without a word, the younger guy seemed to straddle the older man's lap. They locked their mouths together in what must have been a very deep kiss, and the younger man started moaning into the older man's mouth. They seemed to be shifting around in the water a bit for a moment, before finally the younger man let out a long moan. With that, they broke their kiss, and I heard him whisper "Yeah, that's it." After that, they started moving in time with each other. It took me a while, arguably longer than it should have, to realize that the younger guy was getting fucked by the older guy. It took me longer still to realize I was staring at them, with my mouth hanging open. They didn't seem to mind, or even notice, but still, I quickly looked elsewhere, but even so, my attention was drawn back to them. I couldn't help it. They were fucking, right there, right in front of me. They hadn't rushed off to... well, wherever the other couples I saw had rushed off to. Almost subconsciously, my hand drifted to my cock, which was, of course, rock hard, and I began to slowly play with myself, as I licked my lips as the pace of their mating increased. The older guy with the tattoos had closed his eyes for a while, but when he opened them, he looked over and fixed his gaze on me. I felt embarrassed, but he smiled, obviously not embarrassed that I had a front row seat. The guy turned to the younger guy, and whispered a couple of words, and stopped fucking. With that, the younger guy looked around, and followed the older guy's gesture, to look at me. The younger guy looked me over, which made me feel even more embarrassed, but then he smiled and gestured for me to join them. I certainly didn't know exactly what to do, yet they seemed to have me in a trance, as my body moved on it's own in grabbing my poppers from the ledge and moving through the water to join them. Hands appeared on me as soon as I was within reach. The older man had one hand wrapped around his fuck-toy, and the other wrapped around my waist, going straight to my butt, where he started groping one cheek. The younger guy was slightly less forward, and brought his hand up behind my neck and pulling me in closer. The fucking began again as their hands explored me, with the older guy slowly bucking his hips. The younger guy moaned and leaned over towards me, giving me a much softly kiss than had the skinhead, gently brushing his lips against mine. Meanwhile the hand on my ass kept groping and squeezing, but didn't move anywhere. After he'd finished kissing me, he moved his face away, and pressed mine towards the other guy. Before I had time to protest, the older guys moustache was brushing up against my face as his lipped connected with mine. His hand tightened on my ass, squeezing it hard as his tongued forced its way into my mouth, all the while the younger guy held me still. It felt good, even though I didn't know why. The older guy made me feel gross when I first saw him, but the taste of his tongue, the scratching of his moustache, and his tight grip on my ass felt so hot that I almost forgot where I was. I heard the voice of the younger guy murmur in my ear, saying “His cock feels so good in me, he's such a good fucker. You want to feel it?” And with that, the younger guys hand slid down from my neck, all the way down my back and to my ass. This time, he was the less polite one – a finger slipped right down the middle to my hole and pressed against it. I gasped, and pulled away from him, shaking my head. I tried to say something, but no words came out of my mouth. Fortunately, the older guy had been listening in on my earlier conversation. “He's saving himself,” the man said in a gruff voice that hinted he was a foreigner. Amusement was evident in his tone. The younger guy nodded his head in realisation, also smirking at the concept. The older guy resumed, asking “But only your hole, right?" and then suggested to me “I won't fuck you, but you could help me fuck him, yeah?” as he nodded to the young guy. The older guy moved his hand from my ass to my hip, pushing me hard, so I found myself standing behind the younger guy, who promptly stood-up somewhat, presumably to slide off the other guy's cock. Then their hands were back upon me, and one hand guided my cock until it was pressed up against the young guy's hole. Instinct seemed to kick in, as I took hold of his hips, and he moaned as he teased his hole with my cock. “Go on, fuck him,” The older guy urged, adding “You don't need to be gentle. I wasn't the first guy this little whore had tonight.” I looked at the younger guy to see if the comment bothered him, but he just smiled in agreement. Once we made eye contact, he pushed his hips back, and, just like that, the tip of my dick slipped into his ass. I gasped. It was a great feeling, but I'd never fucked anyone before, so honestly I didn't know what I was doing. Fortunately my instincts took over again. As he took my dick, the guy twisted his body to turn so he could wrap one arm over me, he pulled me in to kiss me. The moment meant that my dick was also pulled fully into him ass. It was a slick feeling, and I slid right down to the base without any trouble at all. “That's it,” the older guy said as the younger guy kissed me, adding “Fuck that hole.” I began moving my hips a bit and he moaned into my mouth. 'No condom'. the thought flashed into my head and suddenly I was aware of myself again. I broke off the kiss and pulled out of him in a second. Then, before they had time to protest, I already turned and headed for the steps, muttering unintelligible words of apology as I rushed out. I grabbed my towel and slipped through the small crowd that I hadn't notice forming, and headed back to the changing rooms.

Part 3 He didn't wait for a response before he reached out to me with his spare hand, saying “Here, give me your hand,” taking hold of my wrist and pulling it over to his crotch where his massive cock floated in the bubbling water. I tried to pull my hand away, but he held onto it, putting it on his dick and closing my fingers around it. He never broke eye contact with me, and encouraged me saying softly “Go on," as the hand around my waist came up out of the water. His fingers tangled themselves into my hair and began stroking softly. I wanted to run away, out of the tub and back to the locker room where people seemed to leave me alone, but the heavy weight in my hand did feel pretty good. I relented, and began to very slowly pump his dick. A big smile spread across his face when I did. “Good boy.” He practically purred into my ear as his hand left my wrist and moved to my thigh. I gasped when I felt his tight squeeze, but I continued working his dick. Whenever I brought my hand up near the tip of his dick, I'd feel the piercing brush against me. I'd never seen a pierced dick outside of porn before, and I didn't know what to do with it. I wondered if touching it too much would hurt him, so I kept my hand away from it. My heart was pulsing pretty hard, and my vision had gone strange. The lights – what few there were –had gone all pale and a bit blurry. My friend had told me about this though, it was a side effect of the pill he'd given me. The main effect was also starting to work as well. The movement of the water,along with the admittedly nice feeling of the skinheads cock were making me begin to get hard, even despite my nerves. His hand traveled further up my thigh to my hip and my hardening cock. He didn't take the shaft itself, but slipped one of his thumbs under my balls and pressed down on the skin there, rubbing the hardness and making me gasp. I tightened my grip on his dick and pumped a bit harder. “So, you gonna let me fuck you later?” he asked. That snapped me back to reality a bit. “I-I-I'm saving myself for my friend,” I stuttered, getting increasingly red faced. I let go of his cock, but he kept a firm grip of me. “I know, I know! You don't need to keep reminding me. He'll be your first tonight, but I'm happy to let him loosen you up. I doubt you'll be able to take me straightaway, but it's not like you're here just for him, are you?” I didn't respond to that, just stared at the skinhead, swallowing as I realized my mouth had suddenly got dry. “Unless... Unless you mean you're literally saving yourself.. You mean, tonight is your first time?” I nodded weakly. At that point, he did move his hand away from my cock. His other hand left my hair, but stayed around my shoulders, as he laughed softly saying “Well then, that does change things a bit, doesn't it! Then he said in a voice a bit louder than he had been using, “That's quite the gift, and I guess I should let your friend unwrap his own presents, shouldn't I? Don't worry – I'll make sure everyone knows that there's a cute, twinky little virgin running around the halls, and that they definitely shouldn't touch him. At least, not for a while.” With that, he stood up and moved in front of me. This time, I got a quick look at the tattoo on his stomach. It was some sort of symbol – something I'd seen before,but at the same time, I couldn't quite place it. I only got a quick look though, before he leaned down and brought his face close to mine. “But how about you come find me later, yeah?” He forced his lips roughly against mine, taking me in one quick but heavy kiss that pushed my whole head back. Once he pulled away again, he grinned,before turning and heading out of the pool. I didn't know what to make of the encounter, but my heart was racing, and my cock was rock hard. At the very least, I didn't want to get out of the hot tub until it had gone down.

Part 2 I thought the changing rooms were warm, but the heat that hit me when I entered the sauna itself was like a wall. The smell of water and the cleaning agents filled my nose, but they weren't strong enough to cover up the smells of men in the air. A few guys sat on benches positioned against the wall. Most of the guys had closed their eyes, presumably listening to the background music, which was some sort of repetitive house beat that sounded like the background music in a porn film. One guy, who looked like he was Turkish, checked me out as I came in. He looked me up and down and smirked. His skin shined with sweat and water, and he looked like he'd been there a while. I smiled weakly back before sliding through the first door I passed, not really paying attention to where I was going. My heart thumped in my chest – just that one interaction was enough to get my pulse racing. I wondered if I'd even last till my friend joined me before chickening out, but I pressed on. After a bit of searching, I managed to stumble to the place that my friend had told me to go, the hot tub, which was at the far end of a corridor off of which were showers that bubbling away. Two guys were in the hot tub, one, an older guy with greasy black hair and tattoos, who sat in one corner, his eyes closed, and the other was a white guy with a completely shaved head. He looked to be fairly young, by no means as young as I, but probably in his early 30s. He smiled at me when I approached, which again, was enough to make me worry, but as my friend told me to try out the hot tub, I knew that when he finally arrived, that was where he'd look to find me. As casually as I was able, I removed my towel, and hung it on one of the hooks that lined the wall by the hot tub, and, covering my cock and balls with my hand, the mark of a newbie, and which made the skinhead laugh, I climbed up the steps into the hot tub. The water wasn't as hot as I was expecting, but it was still warm enough. The bubbles splashed over me as I moved through the water. At its deepest, it came up to my bellybutton, but the seats around the side submerged me right up to my shoulders. Placing the poppers on the ledge nearest me, I sat well away from the other two guys. The older guy didn't seem to notice me at all, or, for that matter, even open his eyes, but the skinhead stood-up pretty much the second I sat down and moved closer to me. I felt myself flinch as he sat down next to me, but I didn't move away, reasoning that he might get angry. “Hey,” he asked, “I'd ask if you came here often, but I think I'd remember if I'd seen you here before.” With that, he leaned in, I think with the intention of kissing my neck, but at that point, I did pull away, and moved further along the bench until I was backed into the corner. He responded with a quick laugh, asking “Oh, it's actually your very first time, isn't it?” I nodded, explaining “I'mmm, I'm waiting for my fffr, my friend. He should be here soon.” The skinhead chucked at my explanation, and again closed the gap between us, put his arm on the ledge around me, though only slightly touching me, he stroked my shoulder with his thumb. “Err, I'm err-” I tried to stutter some sort of response. "Waiting for your friend, I know. But he won't mind if I wait with you, will he? Keep you safe from some of the creeps who want to suck you off right here and now." He smiled as his arm slipped from the ledge, went around my waist, and pulled me closer to himself, so our bodies were touching slightly. I swallowed. At that point, the pump that circulated the water in the hot tub switched-off, undoubtedly on some sort of timer, with the result that bubbles cleared after a few seconds. I was stunned: the skinhead's cock was huge, and fully erect, and he had some sort of piercing in the head of his cock. I gasped and jumped, intending to to leave the tub, but the skinhead held me down with his surprisingly tight grip, and nodded towards the older guy across the tub. “It's alright, he'll get it.” And even as he spoke, the older man reached-over, and pressed a button on the wall. There was a quiet rumble, and after a few seconds, the bubbles began again. I couldn't help but take one last quick glance downwards before everything disappeared beneath the moving water again. I guessed his cock was about nine inches, and was as thick as all hell. Round the base, I saw that there was a thick black cock ring, and further up his stomach, I saw something black, a tattoo on his stomach I assumed, but I couldn't make it out before it was obscured by the bubbles. I looked back up at him to see him smirking, and quietly he asked “Like what you see?”

Part 1 I never found that perfect guy that night. I realised, a long time after, that he probably didn't exist. But I was young back then, that night when I agreed to meet him in a sauna. We 'had' to meet there as I lived with my parents and his flatmates didn't allow that sort of thing. I'd only just turned 18, but we'd spent so long talking online before then – months and months, at least. And he was the hottest guy I'd ever seen. He was a few years older than me, and had been a twink in school, but a few years of working in a physical job had given him compact muscles, his face was sharp and angular, and he had a great warming smile. He was perfect, and I'd made myself cum thinking of my skinny frame against his muscles many times. Usually on webcam, while he'd watch, but I'd never get to see him. So when I went down into the changing rooms of the sauna, I was just as excited as I was nervous. I'd always imagined saunas to be places filled with gross old perverts, but when I told my friend as much, he said he wouldn't let them near me, and that he'd take my virginity in front of all of them and make them jealous. Just the thought of it made me hard. The guys in the changing room weren't as gross as I thought they'd be, and in fact, some of them were actually quite muscular. I guessed they must use the gym upstairs before coming down. I was definitely the youngest person there by at least 10 years though, and I imagined they were all still perverts. I thought he'd be here by the time I got there, but one quick look around confirmed that he wasn't. I felt uncomfortable stripping in such an open space, and I wanted to see him first. I sent him a text asking where he was and sat on a bench away from the lockers, trying to ignore the stares I got from the occasional passerby. After a few minutes, my phone buzzed with a message from him "Traffic is hell – will be there as soon as I can. Try the hot tub or something ;-)." I felt a little chill as I didn't want to go into the place on my own, but I was worried that if I hung about in the changing room any longer, security might throw me out. A second text came through a few minutes later, asking "Did you take that pill I sent you? I'm so hard for you right now." A picture of his dick, his perfect dick, was attached to the text. His cock was eight inches long, blooming head, and he big heavy looking balls. He'd pulled down his jogging bottoms and taken a picture while at the wheel of his car. I knew I was going to struggle with it, which was why he had sent me a little blue pill, saying it would help keep me hard. He also sent a bottle of poppers for my use. Thanks to the picture, the excitement (at least temporarily) won out over my fears. I went to my locker, stripped, and, pretending to cough, slipped the pill into my mouth. Then, feeling a bit daring, (and perhaps because there was nobody in the changing room for the briefest of moments), I stripped down completely, turned-on my cell phone camera, held my semi-hard cock in one hand, and snapped a photograph of my cock. Just then the door opened, which quickly killed my nerve. I wrapped myself in the towel I'd been given, which wasn't nearly as big as I would have liked, and checked out the picture before I sent it to him. I thought I looked pretty good. My dick certainly wasn't as big as his, but it was still a decent six inches. My skinny, pale frame might have been a bit gangly, but he said he liked it like that, and he had also sais he loved my curly dark brown hair and 'pouty lips', to use his description. As I was pretty sure he'd like the photo, I texted it to him with the caption "Took it. Waiting for you." Gathering my nerves, I stood by my locker a few minutes more, and I noticed the guys who passed through the locker room in the next few minutes seemed more comfortable that I was wearing a towel, as opposed to when I was in my street clothing, but for the most part I was mostly left alone. I also noticed that while my towel went barely half-way down my thighs, other guys had longer towels, but I wasn't willing to make a fuss with the door guy, as somehow he seemed to annoyed about something. A few minutes later, another text came through saying "Fucking hot! I can't wait to have that. I'm gonna be awhile – take the poppers and go find somewhere to relax." A smarter, less horny kid than I might have worked out what was going on at that point, but I was too naïve. I felt scared, but the thought of him 'having that' was enough to push me forward. I took the poppers from my jeans pocket and, since I couldn't take it any further into the sauna, put my phone in my shoe, I locked my stuff away, put the banded key around my wrist, and, in a not-so-confident stride, passed-through the the door that led into the sauna.