Sauna experience...5

Tuesday, eleven in the morning. The Octopus sauna is half empty, as it should be. Half a dozen guys scattered between the jacuzzi, the steam room and the cabins. The weekday silence, that murmur of bare feet on wet tiles and the hum of the dryers.

I arrive with the towel tied around my waist and the wristband on my wrist. I already know what I’ve come for.

At the end of the cabin corridor, hesitating, doing that little walk of someone pretending he’s looking at the mosaic when really I’m offering my ass to anyone who sees me. A forty-something pushing fifty, normal body, the white towel hanging. The typical mature guy who needs someone to remind him what he’s for.

I see someone come out of cabin 12 with the door half open. Beard, hairy torso, the towel outlining what he has between his legs. He stares at me and I don’t look away... it makes me feel very filthy.

— You. Here.

I don’t ask. I go in.

I close the door. The cabin is small, just enough for the two of us. The smell of disinfectant mixed with sex from the night before. The dim light.

— Take off your towel and get on your knees.

My hand trembles a little as I untie it. The towel falls to the floor and I kneel on the tiled floor. Good boy. That’s how I like to see you: at my proper height, your face in front of my cock.

— Stick out your tongue.

I stick it out. I look up at him from below, his hand on the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my gray hair.

— Like that, still. You’re going to wait for me to take out my cock and you’ll put it in by yourself. No hands. With your mouth.

He lowers the towel slowly. His cock is already hard, swaying in front of my face. I tilt my head, open my mouth wider and take it with my lips. I run my tongue over the glans while he pushes slowly, stuffing it into me centimeter by centimeter. My eyes moisten instantly.

— That’s how I like it, slut. No resistance.

He puts his hands on the tiled wall and starts fucking your mouth. Steady rhythm. My hands resting on my thighs, obedient, not daring to touch myself. You can hear the gagging, how I choke when he reaches the back and stays there a couple of seconds, almost like a vomiting reflex.

— Stop.

I take it out of my mouth, a strand of saliva hanging from my lip. He lifts me up and turns me against the wall, my cheek pressed to the cold tile.

— Spread your cheeks.

I obey. I put my hands between my buttocks and open myself. My ass is shaved, the pink hole slightly wet. He saliva-wets two fingers and runs them over my entrance, playing a little, watching how I contract.

I hear him open a wrapper with his teeth and put on a rubber. A squirt of lubricant in his hand, he smears the condom and coats my ass.

— You’re going to moan softly, the sauna is quiet and I don’t want some curious guy coming to ask for a turn. This is mine. Today yo...