Apollo Sauna

Several years ago, I paid my first visit to a sauna at the mature age of forty. The business I was in held a yearly exhibition in Switzerland in early spring, and the city that the trade show was held in was rather small and boring. In prior years, I had always stayed in that city but finally decided rather to stay in Zurich, commuting to Basel, for the duration of my visit.

On the day of my arrival in Zurich, the plane landed early in the morning. I, therefore, had the rest of that day to myself because the trade fair only opened the next day. The hotel I booked in Zurich was gay-friendly. It was, therefore, no surprise that they had an assortment of gay brochures in their reception. Finally arriving in my room at around nine in the morning, I showered before relaxing on my bed.

I then perused the brochures in which clubs, bars, and etcetera got advertised. As I did so, I then chanced upon the name Apollo in the sauna section. What particularly interested me was the mention that it catered for the mature male. I played the ‘Should I… Shouldn’t I,’ game for the next couple of hours, building up the courage to visit the sauna. Finally, at around twelve-thirty, I followed the map to the Apollo Sauna.

It was a wonderful establishment that looked like it had been around since the seventies. It was clean, tidy, but very old-fashioned.

There was a lounge area with a spiral staircase beyond the left of the entrance. On the right, there was a shower room with a sauna and steam-room on either side. Further on, there was a small bar area on the right with a locker room to the left. Having undressed and with a towel wrapped around my hips, I continued my tour.

I then ascended the spiral staircase to the upper floor. The first room on the upper floor had a raised section to the left, upon which five long plastic-covered mattresses lay. On the right, there was a television showing a porn movie. There was only one person in this room. He was a sinewy, tall man that I estimated must have been over sixty-five years old. He was unattractive but had a huge uncut cock that he was leisurely stroking.

As I moved through to the next room to my right, his horny eyes followed my every move.

The following room was a mirror image of the first. The lighting in this room, however, was much dimmer and had no television. In this room, there was a thin man on his stomach. The massive ‘walrus,’ on top of him, was humping him like crazy.

There was a third room with five long cubicles next to one another, following that.

The same dark green mattresses I had observed in the other two rooms also appeared in these cubicles. Each cubicle had a curtain for privacy, but as these stalls were unoccupied, the curtains were all open.

Tour complete, I headed back downstairs with Horny-and-Hung again staring at me. I had never liked saunas and wasn’t going to bother with this one. I was, however, dying to try the steam room.

I entered the steam room, which was about six yards square. The only lighting provided was via the frosted glass door, which I had entered. Standing close to the frosted glass door that was now to my right, my eyes soon adjusted to the dim light. Across from me and to my left build-in seating was provided. Two men were seated to my left, and three guys were sitting across from me. After a few minutes, a plump young man entered the steam room. He took up position, close to me, on the other side of the frosted door. He had tattoos all over his body and a rather attractive face. He scanned the room for a while before turning and facing the wall.

Above his ample bubble-butt the tattoo, ‘GEIL SLAVE’ appeared. Geil implied ‘fuck,’ as I would later learn. As Geil Slave began rubbing himself up against the wall, a very handsome man seated across from me stood up and approached Geil Slave. The good-looking guy moved behind Geil Slave and whispered into his ear. I saw Geil Slave nod his head before the handsome man stepped back and began slapping his bubble-butt with meaning. As Geil Slave yelped, it was as if a fuck-switch had got flicked. Instantly, all the other men in the room got stuck into one another.

I almost began to laugh at this orgy before me. After ten mighty slaps, the good-looking man again moved behind Geil Slave and whispered in his ear before the two of them departed. Holding my laugh, I also left soon after for a cup of coffee at the bar.

After several minutes, I was again on my way up the spiral staircase. Horny-and-Hung was still sitting where I had last seen him and again followed me with his lustful eyes as I passed into the second room where there was no action. Then, moving on to the third area, I observed a massive hairy bear peeping into the first cubicle. He had a long white beard and was a dead ringer for Santa Claus. Portly as he was, he was not flabby. His enormous gut seemed very firm.  

‘Santa’ was peering into the first cubicle with the curtain slightly drawn. Observing me, he nodded his head, inviting me to look. Obligingly, I stepped forward and did so.

Geil Slave was being solidly fucked and slapped by the good-looking man. As I stared, Santa moved behind me and before long, I got locked in his thick hairy arms. Whispering in my ear and motioning to the scene before us, he asked, “Gut, Ja… Baby?”

“Gut,” I replied. Seconds later, my body got lifted, and I was soon lying on my stomach in the adjoining cubicle without my towel around me. After forcing my legs apart with his knees, his body then totally encased me. As he began to lick my ears, I felt his cock snaking its way in between my cheeks. Any resistance I might have offered melted away as his three-hundred-pound hairy body enveloped my one-hundred and fifty-pound frame. His bulk was fantastic. Soon, I felt him lift his hips before my backside got appropriated by his thick cock. He almost winded me as he plunged into my anxious pucker.

Constantly repeating, “Ja baby,” he fucked the living shit out of me. Bathed in sweat after ten minutes, he lifted on to outstretched arms for his final onslaught. Pounding into me like a jackhammer, he finally came a few minutes later. Flopping back onto me afterward, we lay like that for a minute or two.

“Danke, baby,” he said, getting off me before he left with his towel wrapped around him.

As I turned, Horny-and-Hung, who had been watching, climbed on top of me. Before I could protest, his mouth closed on mine as our lips locked. Ugly as he was, this guy could kiss. Shortly, my right leg was lifted before his long uncut cock slithered its way into my freshly fucked hole. Horny-and-Hung proved to be an unbelievable lover. I got screwed in every possible position over the next twenty minutes. I groaned with pleasure and came twice during this period. I had never felt the level of satisfaction that this ugly man was able to provide. As he was about to cum, he scuttled up my body and nourished me with more seed than I had ever seen a man produce.  I had just had the best fuck of my life!

When Horny-and-Hung lifted off me, two more bulky men were awaiting their turn. Having had my fill, however, I got up immediately and moved past them apologetically.

With my towel around my hips, I descended the stairs in need of a beer after my fuck-fest. I re-entered the bar to find Geil Slave sitting there reading a magazine. He was wearing a camp pair of reading spectacles and looked very prim. The juxtaposition from the former horny fuck-slut amused me enormously.

After twenty minutes, I again proceeded to the steam room, which I had earlier found very much to my liking. After entering, I moved to the far side and sat down. There was only one other man in the steam room seated to my left.

After a few minutes, an old man entered with an exquisite young man who looked Hispanic. The elderly man sat next to me with ‘Latin Lover’ standing before him. I am not sure what their relationship was, but I had the feeling that money was involved. As we sat there for the next few minutes, the room began to fill. Soon Latin Lover was stroking his dick as he stood before the senior man.  

Shortly, Latin Lover moved before me encouraging me to suck him off. I did not need a second invitation and presently his banana-shaped cock was face-fucking me. Before long, he lifted me and after turning my body, began fucking my arse. He did not last long before grunting and seeding my arse.

After the duo exited, a hefty older man took hold of me and pushed me onto the tiled floor. As he fucked me steadily, another older man sat before me and pushed my head down on his cock.

For the next hour, I became the fuck-bunny in the steam room. Seven men fucked my arse, and six used my mouth.  Even my two rejected suitors from upstairs finally got their turn. I was in hog-heaven and having the time of my life. My final butt-fuck was again provided by Horny-and-Hung.

Sweating and filled to the brim with cum, I finally made my way to the shower.

Once I had showered, I made my way back to the bar for another beer. The barman asked in broken English if I had enjoyed my time at the sauna. Smiling, I told him that I had a fuckin’ good time. I am not sure he fully understood my meaning.