Straight and Married

Sitting on the wooden bench, leaning his back at the wet wooden panel behind him, Fred sighed with content. The heat off the coals in the sauna room drew sweat down his hairy chest to his navel. He even felt a couple of sweat drops dripping off his balls onto the towel under him.

Fred closed his eyes and ran his hand down his chest, reaching down to his erect penis. Slowly, he rubbed his cock, pulling the towel aside, enjoying the sensation of the slickness of his sweaty, hard shaft. He was 33, married, and thankfully fit. He had a flat belly and pronounced abs. His hand let go of his dick, now throbbing and plastered on his belly, and he ran it back up to his hairy chest and neck, wiping off the increasing sweat.

Fred was thinking of guys!

Lately, he noticed that he had developed an interest in men. This was new to him. He definitely was not gay; he was very straight. But! Especially here at the club. He looked forward to the chance of leaving home, alone, and coming to the club for relaxation, some physical exercises on the machines, and then the sauna room. He invariably jerked off in the sauna. The club was not busy this time of evening and he usually had the place for himself. But, again! Whenever he stroked himself to ejaculation, it wasn’t the naked body of his wife that was in his head. It was the hot young boys working in the club, wearing their tight white pants, some of them wearing shorts, and the club’s light blue polo shirts.

Fred jerked up when he heard the sauna room door squeak open. He grabbed the towel quickly and covered his crotch, noticing that the towel bulged visibly with his hard dick.

“Oh, sorry, sir,” the young kid, one of the boys who worked in the club, said as he entered the room. “Checking on the coals.”

“Hi, Robbie,” Fred said, his voice a bit husky and quivering.

The older man instinctively placed both hands on his bulge to hide his erection. Robbie was one of the boys that invariably appeared behind his closed eyes as he masturbated in the sauna room. The boy was not really a boy. Robbie was taller than Fred, finely built and muscled, always dressed in the club’s uniform: white shorts and light blue polo shirt. But unlike the other boys who worked in the club, Robbie’s front showed an interesting bulge that excited Fred as he reflected at what he might look like without the shorts. Very strange thoughts for a straight and married man!

“It’s fine, thank you,” Fred said, wondering what it would be like to have this hunk of a young man get naked with him here in the sauna room.

Robbie smiled, moved the coals around with an iron rod and added some water on top producing more steam, more heat, which Fred knew would make him sweat more, would make him more horny as well, especially now with this beautiful boy only a couple of meters away.

“Do you ever get to use the sauna room, Robbie?” Fred surprised himself by asking the boy.

What was he thinking? He was so curious that he couldn’t stop himself.

Robbie straightened, his front looking delicious, and stared quizzically at Fred.

“Excuse me, sir?” he asked with a puzzled frown on his young face, accentuating his light fuzzy beard.

“Do they let use the sauna?” Fred asked, removing his hand from his crotch. He really ached to see Robbie naked. Would he dare? His erection was quite obvious, tenting the towel.

“Not when there are guests, sir,” Robbie answered, glancing at the bulge under Fred’s towel.

“Oh,” Fred said, with a disappointed look at his face, placing both hands on the bench and leaning back, making his pelvis more pronounced.

“But,” Robbie continued, “when work is slow, sometimes we use the facilities without anyone noticing.”

Fred’s eyes lit up. “It’s quite slow this evening,” he said, with rising anticipation.

“Yes, sir.”

“It’s a shame to waste all this nice, relaxing heat on one person,” Fred continued, now wiping sweat off his hairy chest with one hand and staring at Robbie. He was hoping that this fairly obvious invitation would not be lost on the boy.

Robbie stood silent for a moment, considering. Then, nodding his head and giving the bulge of the older, married man another fleeting glance, he said, “Give me a minute, sir. I’ll be back.”

Watching Robbie leave the sauna room, Fred mentally slapped himself. What the fuck was he doing? He had just invited a young man to get naked and join him in the sauna room. Fuck! Was he crazy? Why would he do such a dumb thing? He was married, for Chrissakes, and straight! What was with this interest in men?

But Fred knew that his curiosity about men had to be addressed, one way or another, married or not, straight or… God! This was so confusing. His hand instinctively returned to his dick, now harder, in anticipation. He refrained from stroking but enjoyed the feeling of hard meat inside his sweaty palm. How would Robbie’s tool feel? He wondered, his heart racing.

Five minutes later, the door squeaked and Robbie entered. The kid was naked except for a white towel around his waist. His chest was chiseled and smooth and lean, his lower thighs and legs hairy.

“It’s fine, sir. I made sure that my buddy will cover for me if anyone inquires. You are right: it is a shame not to enjoy the sauna.” Robbie was smiling, not a smirk, but an innocent boy smile that brought a whole new set of sensations throughout Fred’s body, seemingly concentrated in his balls.

Robbie sat right next to Fred instead of on the bench along the facing wall of the sauna room. The two men leaned back and sighed. Fred closed his eyes to capture the beautiful shape of this boy in the white towel printed into his brain. 

“I could give you a massage, sir,” Fred heard the boy next to him offer.

He opened his eyes and looked at Robbie. The kid was more than delicious. Fred really ached to see the young slim body naked.

“Hey, Robbie, that’s sweet,” he croaked. “Sure.”

Fred spread himself on the wooden bench on his stomach as Robbie slid off and stood at the side. Fred felt the boy’s hands grab at his sweaty shoulders and in spite of the sauna heat, he shivered as he felt the male strength of the boy’s hold on his muscles. Robbie worked the shoulders professionally, kneading gently at first.

Fred rested his head on his arms, his face turned sideways toward Robbie. He gazed at the boy’s bulge under the towel. My God, he reflected, it was so enticing! What did it look like? Was the kid circumcised like him? Was he hung? Did he have lots of pubic hair? Oh man!

Fred couldn’t believe the thoughts running through his head, his dick painfully pressed against the wooden boards of the bench. His eyes ran down the lightly hairy thighs to the legs, fairly muscled, very manly. The lust in his balls increased and his butt muscles rippled under the towel in response.

Robbie was moving his hands down Fred’s back, kneading, relaxing the muscles. Fred sighed with satisfaction.

“Nice,” he croaked. “You give a good massage, Robbie,” he added as he dangled one arm down the side of the bench.

Fred couldn’t resist grinding on the bench as Robbie’s hands reached his butt cheeks. Robbie didn’t remove the towel but slid his hands under it. Somehow this felt more erotic to Fred. As if by a will of its own, his dangling hand inched its way to touch the back of the boy’s lower thigh.

As soon as he touched the boy’s skin, Fred felt electricity course throughout his body, again concentrated in his balls. He also felt that Robbie had stopped rubbing his butt. Slowly, the kid moved his hand inside Fred’s crack and at the same time stepped closer so that his front was right at Fred’s face.

Fred’s hand moved from the backside of the thigh to the inside and up, reaching under the towel, touching the young balls. The boy moaned. Fred ached to see cock. He had seen other men’s erections, but only during the few furtive times when he surfed the net surreptitiously, afraid that his wife found out. But live? Real? Oh MAN!

With one swift motion, Robbie yanked his towel off and let it drop to the floor. Fred gazed at the manhood staring at him in the face, inches away, pink knob and open slit. He breathed deep as his heart raced uncontrollably. The boy looked so beautiful.

With a shaking hand, Fred touched the young cock. It was not fully erect yet but getting there quickly. With wonder, he caressed the length, feeling the veins getting thicker under his touch.

Robbie’s cock was big, bigger than his own. Its mushroomed head was rising with jerks, as Fred lovingly ran his palm up and down the hardening shaft. The boy was moaning louder now, his finger rubbing up and down Fred’s crack, from the base of his balls, around his puckered hole, and up to the base of his spine, sending electrical waves throughout the older man’s body.

Fred couldn’t believe the sensations that swarmed all over him. As if in a dream, he reached for the now hard young cock, erected vertically, pulsating, exposing a pair of fuzzy nuts. In slow motion, he encircled the engorged head with his lips. The taste was surreal. He was actually tasting man cock! He swallowed and gagged. But he didn’t let go of this wondrous rod probing into his hungry mouth.

The married and straight Fred sucked cock! Here was this very straight, very married man in his thirties sucking a young dick in a sauna room. Robbie’s hand, the one not busy inside Fred’s crack, pressed on the back of his head, goading him to swallow more meat. He forced himself to take the shaft down to the base, breathing hard through his nose. He knew he was slobbering like a bitch, but he didn’t care. He wanted this boy-dick badly.

Robbie started thrusting in and out of Fred’s mouth in a fucking movement, more of his cock disappearing inside the eager cavity with every thrust. Fred’s nose was soon buried in the boy’s thick pubes, the hair tickling, the cockhead pressing into his throat. Fred bravely fought back the gagging reflex as the boy face-fucked him faster. Fred could even feel the already thick cock get thicker.

With a forceful thrust of his finger, Robbie penetrated Fred’s virgin hole as he started to squirt his hot semen down the man’s throat. Fred was torn between swallowing the boy’s juice, spurting thick loads into his hungry mouth, and his own puckered ass being invaded by the boy’s finger. He busted his nut onto the towel, his moans muffled by Robbie’s spurting cock, but loud and urgent as he ejaculated, not even touching himself.

They separated. Robbie’s dick was dripping cum and spit, still semi-erect, still right at Fred’s face.

“Wow,” Robbie heaved with satisfaction. “That was intense, sir.”

The boy looked down at Fred, smiling at the glistening cum around Fred’s lips. His finger had slipped out of Fred’s ass but was still kneading the area between the hole and the base of the balls, making Fred shiver with after-ejaculation.

Fred couldn’t find his voice. His body was still shaking with the spasms of his ejaculation, his ass burning from the finger fucking he had received.

“Let me return the favor, sir,” Robbie said.

Fred shook his head regretfully. “No, Robbie, no, thanks, really,” he was finally able to pant. Turning over on his back, cock exposed, shining with cum, he continued breathlessly, “I already cummed.”

“Oh, wow,” Robbie exclaimed. “From the sucking or from the fingering?” the boy asked mischievously. “Or from both?”

“Both, Robbie, both,” Fred croaked.

“We can do something about that, sir, if you like?”

“Huh?” What was the kid driving at?

“I mean the sucking and the ah… the… you know… the fucking,” Robbie seemed to blush a little but the mischievousness was clear in his voice.

“But? But… but,” Fred stammered, lost.

“Just give me a minute, sir,” Robbie said as he picked up the towel and wrapped it around his waist. “I’ll be back.”

Fred sat up on the bench, covering his semi-erect penis with the now-semen-stained towel. What had just happened? Had he really sucked cock? The feeling was amazing; it was way beyond what he had imagined when he masturbated to images of naked men in front of his laptop screen. Yes. Fred, the straight, married man had just sucked cock, swallowed man semen, and even had his hole fingered. He puckered his ass as he thought about that. It was a bit sore, but pleasurably so. What would it be like to have a cock prodding at his ass? Penetrating him? Fucking him? His cock throbbed as he squeezed his hole.

The door squeaked open and Robbie entered, still with just the towel around his beautiful body, followed by another, equally beautiful young man, similarly naked with another towel around his slim waist.

“It’s me,” Robbie said. “And this is my buddy, Brandon,” he told Fred in answer to Fred’s quizzical look.

Fred moved his gaze from one boy to the other, both fantastically, wonderfully, unbelievably hot.

“Hi,” he heard Brandon say. “Robbie told me that you were interested in meeting me?”

Was he? Interested in meeting Brandon? He couldn’t remember mentioning Brandon to Robbie, the devil, let alone meeting him! Was he going to get involved with two boys? Two cocks? Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man! His cock throbbed, his ass twitched. His head reeled.

The boys immediately got naked. They were not erected. Brandon’s dick looked smaller than Robbie’s, but equally cut and beautifully shaped. Like Robbie, he was slim and smooth. The two kids approached the bench on which Fred was sitting, starting to squirm with mixed, confused and delicious sensations which he had never felt before.

Robbie, on one side, pulled Fred’s face to him with both hands and kissed him full on the mouth. Brandon, on the other side, was already licking Fred’s neck and rubbing his own crotch onto Fred’s sweaty thigh, erecting. Fred almost had a heart attack.

Pulling off the towel from Fred’s body, Brandon bent and took the older man’s cock into his mouth. With one slow but certain motion, he swallowed the whole shaft all the way down to the base. Fred moaned into Robbie’s probing tongue as his hand encircled the boy’s delicious cock, feeling it erect inside his palm. He stroked him gently, responding to the urgency of the boy’s sweet kissing and the warmth of Brandon’s lips pursed around his throbbing shaft, the slickness of the tongue flicking around his engorged cock head.

The three broke to take a breather. They were sweating. They were lusting. They were fully erected. Two boys and an older man, more than ready to fuck.

“Sir,” Robbie said as his fisted Fred’s wet cock shaft, “Brandon and me: we are going to make you very happy, sir.”

“I already am,” Fred whispered. “You’re beautiful.” He felt faint, his body responding with a huge urge of passionate desire.

Again, as if in an incredible dream, Fred took Robbie’s cock in his mouth. Brandon pulled on Fred’s legs to make him slide down the bench, spreading them. It was not Robbie’s finger that Fred felt knocking at his hole. It was Brandon’s tongue, licking around the puckering and twitching ass hole.

Fred swallowed the hard dick, this time more aware of the actual sucking than the first time. His head was turned sideways, buried into Robbie’s pubes. He felt more than actually saw Brandon standing between his thighs, as his legs dangled off the edge of the wooden bench, and instead of the tongue, there was a throbbing mound of hot flesh pressing at his hole.

FUCK! Fred trembled, still gobbling on Robbie’s tool. The kid is going to fuck me, Fred thought, squeezing his lips harder around the beautiful shaft, filled with fear, with anticipation, with lust.

Sure enough, Brandon, with one determined thrust, penetrated Fred’s ass. Fred’s scream was muffled by Robbie’s cock buried in his mouth. He felt pain, excruciating pain; he tried to relax; he tried to breathe. But the boy cock now already inside him was insistent. The thickness was unbelievable, stretching his ass muscle almost to tearing it apart. Fred never thought that ass fucking would hurt so much. He never even considered that so much desire could cause so much pain.

Brandon kept just his cock head inside Fred’s virgin ass hole. He gave the older man time to relax and to get used to being ass-invaded, refraining from forcing himself deeper. Instead, he reached for Fred’s quivering dick and stroked it gently, letting the sweat lube the shaft.

Removing his mouth off Robbie’s cock, but still fisting it, not wanting to let go of it now that he had it, Fred turned to look more closely at Brandon and down at his own body, legs stretched open, the kid’s crotch at his ass, the kid’s hand around his dick. He imagined himself fucking his wife in such a position, with his dick just inside the vagina and his finger rubbing on her clit. His ass twitched and tingled around Brandon’s cock knob.

Oh, man, man, man. He was being fucked! His cock throbbed painfully inside the boy’s stroking palm. As he returned his attention back to Robbie’s delicious tool, he saw Robbie bend over sideways and reach for his cock, removing Brandon’s hand from around it, and mouthing it.

Fred’s mind reeled. A throbbing cock in his throat, a warm mouth around his hardness, and an engorged cockhead pushing into his body. What sensations was he feeling? He didn’t know, except that his whole being was on fire. He was being serviced by two young hunks, two boys, two men, judging by the tools filling his cavities. He was being elevated onto another level of existence never experienced before.

Suddenly, the two boys working him were not boys anymore. Suddenly, the two boys morphed into two men, full of lust, filling his eager mouth and stretching his sore ass. Oh, yes, those two men were fucking his face and his butt. Two hard cocks inserted into him, both young, both throbbing, and both so eager to fuck.

Fred returned to the cock-sucking. He swallowed hard dick, felt the other hard man-meat invade his ass further, going deeper, and pushing his insides, pulsating into his fuck tunnel. He shivered. No. It was electrical. Not your regular shiver when you bust a nut. But irrevocably electrical. Burning fire searing his willing body. Brandon was deep inside him now, gently and slowly driving his shaft to follow the head. Robbie was thrusting in and out of his mouth as he gobbled and slobbered on his dick.

Fire. Burning. Impossible! It couldn’t be, Fred was thinking. No fucking way. Fred must be dreaming. The two hunks were servicing him to the fullest. His ass was burning like hell, getting sorer with each pounding, now that Brandon was comfortably inside him. His jaws ached from being stretched by Robbie’s thick cock shaft. His own dick was all nerves, as the boy bobbed up and down on him. His nuts were ever so close to bursting. How long could he take this ecstasy? How much could he hold on?

Explosion!

Fred shot first. Burst like a volcano. Like his whole body was being blasted out through his cock. With his squeezing butt hole, he milked Brandon into ejaculation, and he felt the warm sperm filling his bowels. He bit on Robbie’s cock base as he ejaculated inside the boy’s mouth. When he relaxed his bite between spurts, he felt Robbie’s manhood get thicker, stretching his jaws further, and the kid let loose strings of salty boy juice down his throat.

Walking out of the club with a sore ass, a sore throat and jaws, a sore dick, Fred felt a different man. In less than an hour, he had turned gay! He was fucked and sucked. His ass cavity and his throat and stomach were filled with boy semen. His virginity, from his ass point of view, was gone. He had had a man cock up his ass, deep into his body. His insides were filled with fuck juices.

Fred was definitely gay because he didn’t regret any of it. The soreness in his ass felt delicious instead of painful, reminding him of the thrusting boy between his outstretched thighs, grunting and fucking. Fucking him! Fred, the straight and married man! Deep! Hard! Filling him with man cum.

Fred could still feel wetness inside his hole although he rubbed hard in the shower. There was still man seed in his body, and he reveled at that. The taste of cock was also deliciously lingering in his mouth, on his tongue and all over his throat. His wife never sucked his dick, and he had never experienced the feeling of spurting inside a warm, slobbering mouth. The sensations from the sauna room were unimaginably intense, making his body shiver.

The boys did him well.

As Fred walked home, he considered his predicament. Married! Fuck! Fuck it to hell and back! Fred knew he had some serious issues, reflections and considerations to worry about. And soon. And fast. His heart raced, not with the lust of boy dicks in his mouth and up his ass only, but with trepidation and anxiety as well.

What would Fred do now? He was definitely returning for more sauna, more Robbie, more Brandon. He was hooked. Irretrievably and desperately hooked.

BUT…!