Joy

I still enjoy an occasional visit to one of our city's dingy gay saunas. I've been doing so since my late teens. Then, as now, the clientele is a mix of ages from 18-70 something, with most falling somewhere in between.

Back in '99 when I was 18, I could barely walk into the changing room, nevermind begin disrobing before I'd have a gaggle of middle aged admirers jostling each other to get to me. I felt like a demi-god. There'd usually be some other under 25year old studs there with me. We were happy to play around for the older gents. They'd crowd the movie rooms or around outside the cubicle door to watch us fit young lads slam. Usually we'd have no problem with a few 40-somethings (some of whom were pretty hot themselves) standing around whacking off as we ploughed each others' tight boy butts, gratuitously flashing our lad meat and boy-holes within teasing reach of the older dudes. They in turn would offer us poppers (and occasionally cash too) to extend our performance. It was fun. It still is of course, only now at 44 I'm no longer part of the star ensemble of hot boys on display but am there in the audience with my peers -- many of whom were like me, the ruling twinks of the early '00s. We stand around, sniffing poppers, jerking our schlongs and jovially remarking to the fresh meat that we could have easily had any of them back in our day. Occasionally too some fit lad with a thing for us older guys will grant one of us a more private and intimate performance, to the jealousy of the others.

Well, last Friday night I was there again. As usual, the place stank of sweat, poppers and beer. A few regulars, the boys of '99, were there too. We chatted and thirsted over the young lads who laughed and teased as they went by, flashing the odd glimpse of their firm arses and fresh cocks. They were all pretty enough. Then an American walked in. Forget demi-god, this guy was the full divinity. He looked like one of those achingly gorgeous, but totally straight all American highschool football jocks or wrestlers that have only-fans channels to help pay tuition fees. Except this one was looking for boy-pussy. He wasn't older than 21, was blonde and lightly tanned, cute as fuck with a killer smile. And had a simply magnificent bubble butt. We older guys almost in unison gaped and our tackles shot up to attention as he passed into the changing room and began to disrobe. We sprang to our feet to join him in the showers. God he was gorgeous! And friendly too.

Of course, he was expecting such enthusiastic attention from us or indeed any gay man with the power of sight. The younger lads flocked to him too and we old boys were resigning ourselves to him disappearing off with a young guy. However he didn't. In fact he was as interested in us over 35s as he was with anything younger. We all followed him up to the movie room -- all of us, the twinks and the daddies all together. What was playing on the screens -- some bel ami movie -- was nothing more exciting than what was standing there with us in this all American boy god. And he put on a show. Never having been fond of bottoming, I have along with many of my peers developed a special taste and hankering for the musky savour of some 18-21 year old hot lad's asshole. It's just sublime to kneel behind some butt naked young god and have him shove his hot stinky arse out for worshipping. Sometimes he'll even sit on your face as you whack off, nose and tongue involved in sticky and sweaty service to his excellent bussy. Well, this guy was as generous as any. I was one of the first in there. The scene quickly evolved to what really the gay scene should be about; all ages there together, cocks, arses, tongues firm of sagging, young and mature, all, working it out together in a big brotherly bang.

Our young American hero (his name turned out to be Jackson) squatted on my face as I furiously jacked myself, surrounded by a circle of peers and our young quarry, dads and lads, spanking each other, groaning and yanking off together for the yankee. He sat back down on me and I was engulfed by that smooth stinky splendour of his butt cheeks and arsehole. I could hear the others laugh as I moaned muffled in both ecstasy and helplessness! When he finally released me, I emerged, face all pink and moist. He swung around, and knelt over my face, wagging his hefty boy-tool in my face. "eat it bitch!" he jokingly mocked "daddy wants it bad don't he!". He was right. I gobbled his schlong as he delivered occasional slaps to my belly or face. Meanwhile he serviced one of the slim twinks with a dick like an arrow, alternatively blowing and rimming the lad as he teased me and demanded I continue to worship him. I saw one of my mates -- Glen, one of the 'class of '99', on his hands and knees, pursuing a teasing twink's ass while another followed him, spanking his sweaty dad butt and laughing. It was a true carnal wonderland. We began to cum in torrents each in, or over each. The atmosphere was rank with the concatenation of delicious scents of manhood, boyhood, poppers, sweat and pure masculine joy.