Memories (1)

It had been a while since I’d gone around there. That afternoon I had the chance to satisfy my needs, and I didn’t want to waste it.

I went in; I knew the place by heart, so even though it was dark as always, I went straight to my favorite spot. When I opened the door, the dim red lights in the corners led me to the bench where, little by little, a large, robust silhouette appeared before me, sitting on the middle bench of the steam sauna.

When I was in front of him, I could see he was a big specimen, with large legs and hairy thighs on which a damp towel rested.

When the big bear saw me gazing at his thighs, his steam-damp belly, his nipples surrounded by abundant hair, he shifted the towel to one side, freeing an enormous shaft that had been hidden until then.

I couldn’t see his face, but I didn’t care; with what he had exposed, I had more than enough. I did what I always do in this place and in these situations: sit between his legs on the rear bench and get comfortable at the height of his mast. Without using my hands, my open mouth easily found the shiny glans, his hard veiny shaft, some hairy balls brushing my chin.

I began to lick without asking permission, and the male opened his legs wider and leaned back to let me work better. I began to suck, first the glans, then between the folds, then running my tongue all over his hammer, from the top down to his balls, putting first one and then the other into my mouth. The stud placed his hand on my hair and stroked me while I worked. I was enjoying my blowjob; I always enjoy eating a good mature cock, and this one was hard, slick, and hot.

Little by little my owner grew excited; he was no longer stroking my head, now he was more like guiding it, setting the pace at which my mouth had to work. I realized I was making him enjoy it, and that turned me on. At one point, I heard a very characteristic sound and smelled a very characteristic scent. My master put the bottle over one nostril and plugged the other, then switched sides, three times in each. From that moment on I knew there was no turning back; I rested my head on his large hairy thigh, full of sweat from the steam, and kept sucking as if there were no tomorrow. Sometimes firmly, he grabbed my head and fucked my mouth; other times more relaxed, as if I were sucking a baby bottle full of hot milk. Words weren’t necessary, but now and then he whispered to me: “Keep going… more, you’re doing very well…!”

I don’t know how long I stayed in that position, but I would have stayed there forever. When I have a thick hard cock in my mouth, I need nothing else. We stayed like that for a long time; when I slowed down a little, he put the bottle to my nose and I regained all my drive.

At one point, I realized we had an audience: next to us there were three more males enjoying the show I was putting on, masturbating at the same time. That made me even hotter; I ...