Sauna experience...

I enter through the door of Octopus. The receptionist, a bearded male of about 45 with a shaved torso, charges me the entrance fee. He looks me up and down as I take the locker key.

“Number 27,” he tells me with a half-smile.

I leave my backpack, hang up my clothes. I go out into the hallway with the towel wrapped around my hips and the flip-flops. My heart is beating harder than I expected.

The circuit is small but has just enough: dry sauna, steam room, shower, a hallway with cabins and a dark room at the back. I walk slowly. In the dry sauna there are two guys: a hairy bear of about 50 with a sagging belly and a thick cock resting on his thigh, and a thinner, gray-haired guy, sitting in the dim light. The big bear looks at me, opening his legs a little.

I sit opposite him. I nod. The heat begins to loosen my muscles. I pass my hand over my own chest, feeling the hair, and I see how the guy keeps watching me. He touches his cock openly, slowly, and gestures with his head toward the hallway of cabins.

I get up and follow him.

In cabin number 5, a tiny room with a plastic bench, red light, a hole in the wall. The bear enters behind me and closes the door. It’s almost dark, only the red glow from the hallway filtering through the crack.

“Well, slut,” he says without introducing himself. “Did you come to have your ass opened or are you just going to watch?”

He puts a hand on the back of my neck and pushes me down, onto my knees. My towel falls off. There I am, naked, kneeling on the wet floor of the cabin, in front of a thick cock that is already hard.

He opens his towel, leaving it on the bench, and takes out a piece of cock 18 centimeters long, circumcised, veiny, with heavy, hairy balls. Without saying anything, he grabs me by the chin and puts it in my mouth.

“Suck, faggot. I’m going to leave your throat wrecked.”

He shoves it all the way in. I gag, but he keeps his hips firm, one hand on my nape pushing while his cock fills my mouth. His smell of soap and sauna sweat surrounds me. He fucks my throat for five minutes — sometimes fast, sometimes stopping with his cock inside until he almost chokes me, making me drool, then the rhythm again.

“That’s it, that’s it, whore,” he growls. “Swallow it all.”

When he decides I’ve sucked enough, he pulls me up in one jerk. He puts my back against the cabin wall and turns me around. He bends me over the plastic bench, my hands braced.

“Show me that ass,” he says, and spreads my cheeks with both hands.

He spits on my sphincter. No lubricant, saliva. He runs his thumb around the rim and I moan, feeling the muscle contract and relax.

“You’ve got a good hole. But it’s tight. You’re going to have to open up well for me.”

He takes a popper out of his pocket and brings it close to you (I’m not into drugs, but the...