BoyAzure101

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On 7/2/2017 at 5:04 PM, Slipitupme said:

I discovered a sauna in a run-down part of town in walking distance from my office. The reviews said it was a bit sleazy and was a sauna for “men not twinks” which I found intriguing.

So I headed off there one afternoon. The guy who let me in through the nondescript door in a side street was probably in his fifties, pudgy and wearing tee-shirt and shorts. He smiled as he charged me the entrance fee. “New here, aren’t you?” he asked.

I nodded as he handed me my key. “Well, enjoy,” he remarked with a grin.

It was pretty run-down and smelled a bit of damp. As I was getting undressed, a nude man appeared beside me. He was old and skinny with a paunch and he had a big cock hanging down with some foam around it where he had shaved his pubes.

“That’s better,” he commented in a thick, phlegmy voice. adding "I like it smooth.”

I said something neutral and stripped off my pants.

“Nice tatts” he remarked, looking at the designs on my bottom and arms.

“Thanks,” I answered.  I wasn’t used to this kind of direct talk, and felt excited as I headed to the sauna.

After a while, he came in and sat beside me. He wasn’t wearing a towel and his cock was semi-hard against his thigh.

“Least it’s a bit warmer in here, eh? Bit cold outside. First time?”

“Yes,” I replied.

Nodding, he asked my name and followed-up with some general questions, his hand resting idly on my thigh as his fingers caressed my cock.  I gasped, but he was quite nonchalant and talking about the weather as he stroked me to full erection.

“Nice cock," he remarked, adding “You bottom or top?”

His blunt question somewhat embarrassed me, but still I was able to answer "Well, bottom mostly.”

His cock was erect now, thick and covered in veins.  I also notice he had apparently at some point slid a cock ring around his tool.

“Want to fuck?”

I didn’t know what to say, but not wanting to appear naïve or nervous, I just shrugged and answered “Sure.”

He levered himself off the bench and I followed his flaccid, wrinkled buttocks along the corridor (he hadn’t bothered with a towel) until we reached a room with a large, oval bed in the middle.  Tossing a small bottle on the mattress he muttered “Poppers, if you want em.”

There were some packets of lube on the side. He tore one open and rubbed it on his cock, then pushed me onto my knees commanding "Bend forward and rest your head on your arms.”  When I was in position he asked rather incongruously, “So what do you think of the place, then?”

“Not bad...”I started to reply, feeling this was a weird time to be starting a conversation, but then I felt his bare cock pushing into my arsehole.  I gasped as I opened for him and after a brief struggle, the big head slid up me in a rush.  "Don’t - don’t you want a …condom?” I asked.

He was deep in me now and starting to thrust slowly in and out, making me sigh with pleasure, answering “Nah, I hate the things and haven’t used them since I was diagnosed.  Here, take some poppers," handing me the bottle, even as my mind took in what he’d said:  I was being fucked raw by a poz cock.

I took a sniff and felt myself relax into it.  He was sliding rhythmically in and out, all the time talking to me as if we were waiting for a bus or something.  It was bizarre, and yet it seemed to distract me from worrying about what I was doing.  Suddenly, the door opened and the pudgy guy from the front desk came in with a black bin-liner.

“Don’t mind me!” he commented, adding “Seen it all before.  Just emptying the bins.”

He bustled around clearing up, when all the time I was kneeling there being fucked.

“Nice bum,” he remarked, stroking his crotch.

“Many in today, Bill?” asked the man fucking me, although in truth he was beginning to pant and his movements were getting more urgent.

“Yeah, a few now, Sid.  Mostly regulars."

Sid gasped and said “Hang…hang on.  I think I’m going to cum.  Yep…here it cums!”

With that his cock swelled and throbbed and I realised to my horror that he was filling me with spunk.

“Nice,” he commented contentedly, stepping back one or two steps so his cock flopped out and a dollop of slimy cum slid down my balls.

The other man, Bill, dropped his shorts and a stubby erection sprang up stiffly under his flabby belly.

Before I even had time to react, he got behind me, steadied my bottom with one hand and thrust his cock into me with the other.  It was so matter of fact, so nonchalant without even asking I just sagged in shock as he began to thrust eagerly in and out.

“Put..put the kettle on….Sid," he gasped, explaining “I’ll make a cuppa when I’m done.”

Bill nodded and left as Sid worked his way to orgasm.

“Gah!” He gasped at last “ Fucking beautiful!”  He pushed hard against me and came in me, stroking my thighs and panting happily as he spurted.

“Phew!  Nice one!” he remarked as he withdrew, giving my bottom a playful slap.

“Want some tea?” He pulled some tissue from the dispenser on the wall and wiped his dripping cock before stepping into his shorts.

I just nodded and followed him downstairs, numb with what had happened.

There was a small patio with a table and two plastic chairs. Sid sat on one reading a paper.

On the other was a pool of what looked like sperm.  Sid saw me looking and said “Some dirty bastards in here, alright.”

I suddenly felt helpless with the filthiness of it all, and yet the pure animal pleasure excited me.  Slowly I lowered myself into the seat, feeling the anonymous spunk oozing between my buttocks and coating my hole.

Sid looked up and said “You’re not poz, are you?”

I shook my head. “How did you know?”

He shrugged.  “Something about your face upstairs, the shock when I said I had been diagnosed.”

He turned back to his paper and lit a cigarette.  “Anyway, better get used to it.  Neither Bill nor I are on meds, so you’re probably pregnant already.”

This is such a hot story, I wouldn't mind being in a sauna like that