As usual the M6 was a nightmare, traffic had been crawling for miles and Rob finally admitted he wasn't going to make that appointment so made the call he'd been putting off for the last hour.
He'd been preparing for this meeting for weeks, had analysed all the data, prepared a kick-ass presentation and was confident he'd be closing the deal and was really pissed that he'd have to call and re-schedule the meeting. All because some driver had jack-knifed his artic and brought the motorway to a stand hill. FUCK!!! So what now?
Junction 10 was just ahead which sparked a thought.
"The Greenhouse is just off 10"he thought to himself "and I've the whole afternoon free now" A familiar tingle started to grow as he reminded himself that it was Wednesday which happens to be " Dare to Bare" day at the Gay sauna in Darlaston.
A frustratingly long thirty five minutes later, Rob was finally stripping off and locking away everything, including his towel, in his locker and armed only with his locker key and the newly acquired bottle of poppers Rob headed to get cleaned up and ready for some fun.
After a wander around, which included being on his knees in one of the glory hole booths sucking cocks, Rob found himself in the dungeon groping around in the dark. There was the unmistakable scent of sweat, spunk and poppers. He could hear shuffling bodies, the unmistakable sounds of cocks being sucked and someone being fucked in the sling, his cock was now rock hard and dripping.
Feeling a hand brushing against his thigh Rob paused to allow the mystery hand to explore further and find its target. His cock was then enclosed in what felt like a huge rough skinned hand which started guiding him back against the wall. Once there Rob could feel someone towering over him. The stranger leaned down and started snogging Rod with wide soft lips and probing tongue while at the same time guiding Rob's own hand to his big thick hard throbbing cock.