It was a dull and dreary Saturday afternoon. I found myself with nothing really to do. The grey weather had brought me into a listless slump, I found myself sprawled out across my sofa, flicking through channel upon channel of mindless TV. My mind wandered from the sheer boredom of the day and came across an idea that it often did, "cock" that would solve my malaise. I felt a stirring in my groin as if my dick had heard this thought and was given its agreement.
Getting up from the sofa, I glance out the window. Autumn had brought with it grey skies and drizzle. Outdoor action would be off the table for a bit, the ground would already be muddy and wet. Indoor cruising would have to do. Running through the options, I ruled out the adult cinemas, as I was in no mood to travel into central London. There are two two saunas nearby, both are small, dank sleazy venues. Perfect for a day of hunting dick. I decide to go to the one I believed would be busier, the more men the more cocks to service. The need to be tucked stirring in me.
With indoor cruising, you lack that element of risk that makes the outdoors so thrilling, but the more relaxed atmosphere means you can take your time and fully explore others' desires.
Heading to the bathroom. With the increased likelihood that I will be able to find a willing volunteer to fuck me, I prepare a douche to make my anus more welcoming to visitors. Slowly, I inserted the nozzle into my rectum, embracing the pleasure it brought as it slid through my entrance and up into me. Squeezing the bulb forced the warm water inside of me, and the sensation of the warm water filling my rectum was both satisfying and sensual. I repeat the process a few times, not to get any cleaner but to enjoy the sensations it brings me.
Stepping into the hot water of the shower, I lather my body with soap. My cock, rock hard from the douching, is now soapy and wet. My hand wraps around it, and I begin to stroke slowly, the suds helping glide along its length.
Setting into a steady stroke. The other hand plays with a nipple, flicking it to begin with, then pinching and twisting it. Heightening the erotic pleasure. I feel the muscles in my rectum twitch, already invaded once it calls out for more.
Leaving my sensitive nipples, my hand moves to my ass. My middle finger finds the puckered entrance, massaging the bumpy flesh around my anus. The hand stroking my cock glides up and down; at the top of each stroke, the palm of my hand twirls around the tip. With my asshole twitching with anticipation, a little pressure, and with help from the soapy water, my finger slips easily into my rectum.
Slowly pushing my finger deeper, the pleasure of penetration flowed through me. Getting my finger as deep as possible, circling the finger around the sphincter, I start to loosen the muscles. It is not long before the inner massaging works, and I can slide a second finger in alongside the first. Two fingers now knuckle deep in me I move my hand back and forth, finger fucking myself.
With fingers stretching my sphincter, rubbing over my prostate with each thrust in and out of my warm, moist man cave. The other hand works my balls, tugging on the sack and rolling the nuts around in my palm. The hot shower water tingled on my skin. Waves of sensual joy pulse through my body, and an intense need for orgasm bubbles up inside me.
The intense pleasure causes me to moan through ragged breathing. The need for orgasm building and building. Fingers now pumping furiously deep inside my ass. The first leg tremors start, my cock twitching and bucking uncontrollably. My need to blast a stream of cum is almost upon me. Sensing the point of no return fast approaching, I stop. Pinching my shaft just below the head, feeling my cock wanting to spurt forth. My mind concentrated on breathing slowly, ignoring all stimuli, knowing that the slightest thing would set me off, spraying hot jizz over the shower floor.
The twitching of my cock slows down, the need to cum ebbing away. My sphincter pulses with the need to be filled again, a feeling of longing building inside my rectum. The frustration in my unrelieved groin spreads through the rest of me, I take that frustration and fantasise about the cocks I'm going to pleasure; I turn it into lust.
Finishing my shower and dressing, I step out into the wet grey streets; horny and craving cock, I make my way to the sauna. After a short train journey, I reached my destination. Leaving the station and crossing the road, I approach a black windowless shop front, knowing that behind this dull facade, a world of debauchery and pleasure awaits me. A place I can be myself, the slutty, cock pleasing whore that I love to be
Pushing open the plain black door I enter cock nirvana, nostrils filling with the unmistakable and erotic aroma of cleaning fluid, damp and the musky scent of man sex. I pay the entrance fee and head to the changing room.
There are two men in the changing room when I enter. The first man is getting dressed; his time here is at an end, so I move on to check out the second. Undressing a few metres away from me is a tall older man, his back to me, down to just his underpants. His full-figured body facing away from me, he pulls his underwear down, revealing two plump, round cheeks. As he turns to grab his towel, I get a glimpse of a good-sized, fat penis dangling down between his legs. As he leaves the room, I make a note to try to find him later.
Once naked and my clothes stowed away in the locker, I wrap the towel around my waist and enter the sauna proper. I head towards the hot tub only to find it full. Two men sat close to each other, one of them with his eyes closed and breathing deep and slow. The other guy is turned slightly towards him, his hand clearly in the other guy's lap, giving him a bubbly hand job. Three guys occupy the other seats, watching the show.
The need for a stranger's cock to pleasure dominates my mind, I have the choice of downstairs to the darkroom area or up to the glory holes. Deciding to check out the glory hole I head upstairs, as I reach the top I can hear the sounds of gay porn from the speakers of a cheap TV. Reaching the glory hole area, I find the middle one empty and head inside. Settling onto the little bench I wait, the sounds of someone being buggered coming from the cabins down the corridor.
