BBC at the Sauna

I arrived at eight and was surprised at how full the car-park was considering the night was still so young. I was buzzing, almost literally, with anticipation and lust. Two hours or so at the men only sauna and then off to the night-club to dance my tits off and hopefully get screwed in the huge basement dark-room that passed as a men only dance floor. The lesbians hadn’t been too happy about Gavin, the club’s owner opening a new dance floor from which they were excluded, but the male gay fraternity was over the moon. The term ‘dirty dancing’ took on a whole new meaning and those of us who frequented the club regularly absolutely, bloody loved it.

My Saturday night usually began at about two in the afternoon when I dropped my first bomb of speed of the day. Now I know that there are lots of people out there with totally opposing views to mine with regards to recreational drugs, and I respect their opinions, but I used them for the best part of twenty years on a regular basis and because I was always careful I suffered no ill effects at all. I loved being ‘high’. I enjoyed the feelings of euphoria and general well-being my drug of choice gave me, the energy and confidence it imparted. But above all, I loved sex when I was off my face. I could take bigger dicks with comfort and all my inhibitions were, if I chose, cast aside. My arse was insatiable, taking all that was thrown up it.

Once the speed had got into my system I ran myself a hot bath and rolled a nice fat joint, smoking it as I relaxed in the warm water. At some point after finishing the joint I started to loosen my pussy ready for the night ahead. I started with a small waterproof vibrator. It was five inches long and two inches or so in circumference. Just the right size to open me up ready for it’s bigger brothers. As the vibrator was happily buzzing inside me and my cock was reacting accordingly I usually shaved off all the hair on my cock, balls, chest, stomach and armpits. I loved being smooth later in the night when I was hot and covered in slippery, slick sweat, dancing and rubbing myself against an equally wet piece of muscular man. Being smooth also showcased my slim, toned and tanned body at its full best and my pierced nipple stood out begging to be tweaked and played with. I worked hard through the week, having a very demanding job that necessitated long days but I always made a point of joining my best friend Lisa at the gym four times a week where we took aerobic classes, swam and worked out, encouraging each other to achieve fitter, well defined bodies that we both knew drew admiring glances from other gym users.

The last parts of my anatomy that were de-haired were my ass crack and fuck hole. I took as much time as I liked doing these parts as by now, thanks to the vibrator, I was very sensitive in this area. It was also a matter of pride to me that my pussy was always clean and smooth – inside and out.

Once shaved I would top-up the bath with more hot water and replace the vibrator with my seven inch black dildo that was an almost perfect copy of my own reasonably sized dick, although thanks to the chrome cock-ring I always wore at the weekend, my balls were much bigger. The dildo had a thick mushroom head to it and I allowed myself a few inhalations from the bottle of poppers as I squatted over it. It had a suction cup which allowed me to fix it to the base of the bath thus letting me lower myself onto it. I felt every single inch slide into me as it slowly filled my now hungry arse. Once I was sitting on the balls and could grind no more of my imagined lover’s cock into me I would manoeuvre myself quite deftly so that the hard lump of rubber invading and pleasuring my hole so well stayed in me and remained suckered to the base of the bath. Another hit of poppers and I was off. I fucked that dildo as though my life depended on it. It was the perfect length to hit my prostate every time I slammed myself down on it. Anyone listening would have thought I was being fucked by someone with more stamina than the most honed athlete. I was very verbal and water was splashed everywhere. I had learned from past experience that a couple of old towels placed strategically on the floor were very necessary if the bathroom was not to be flooded.

I could fuck for hours when I was on speed, and although my cock became super sensitive and thanks to Viagra stayed as hard as iron for hours, I never came. All my effort and attention would be focused on the pleasure I experienced from having rubber, metal, fingers, tongues and ultimately lovely hard cocks using and abusing my arse. I became a complete bottom. All I wanted was cock and cum in my cunt. I fucking loved it.

The ritual in the bath complete I would then pop a medium sized butt plug in my pussy and go for a jog. The feel of the butt plug moving around inside me as I ran round the streets with a raging, very obvious hardon really turned me on. Twice over the years I was propositioned, understandable given the skimpy muscle vest and high cut silky nylon shorts I always wore, and on both occasions I found myself taking my first load of the day behind the local rented out garages as the men bold enough to ask were allowed to fuck the arse off me -I did tell you I became a complete whore. As I say, that only happened twice in all the years I was clubbing on a Saturday night, but the memories still make me smile.

Once my run was completed I would strip and walk around the house in just a jock strap. In the summer months I would happily sit in and move round my back garden in my jock strap as I was extremely fortunate to have no neighbours who could see into it. I usually had another joint at this time to take the edge off the speed and calm me down enough so that I could eat something.

By five-thirty I could be found in the bedroom working my man hole with my big toys. Two in particular were my favourites. One was eight inches long and four inches in circumference with a slight taper at the top. It was perfect for me and on the rare occasion I found a real life one like it I had the time of my life. It fitted my fuck tunnel perfectly and without exaggeration I can honestly say I would usually spend over an hour fucking myself with it whilst I watched porn DVDs. Every so often I would swop for the thickest dildo in my collection. It too was about eight inches long, very thick and angled upwards rather than just straight like most dildos are, with a very, very thick base. The first few pushes up my cunt with this particular toy always made me cry out and needed several snorts on the poppers bottle before I could bottom out on it. When I was able to bounce up and down on it with impunity and a great deal of pleasurable stimulation I knew I was ready for the night ahead. My arse would take what ever was thrown at it. I was a hot whore ready for dirty, anonymous man sex. A predatory, insatiable cum eater.

I dropped my second bomb of speed at about seven and then booked a cab to run me to either the sauna or the part of the city that housed most of the gay bars and clubs. A couple of the taxi drivers had got to know me over the years and there was many a night when I paid for my ride with either a blowjob or a fuck. One memorable night three of the drivers took turns with me and I never did get to the club. But that’s a story for another day.

I enjoyed a few hours at the sauna before moving onto the club as it always provided me with extra fuck time for little effort. The basement of the old converted municipal Victorian building was subdivided into three areas, all of which contained a bench, a rack and a sling. On the ground floor there was a beautiful and large swimming pool, a jacuzzi that always seemed to be full of very overweight and very old men who hogged it all night – I didn’t go in there very often, a purpose built cottage and a gym. There were three steam rooms, one on each floor and two dry saunas on the top two floors. The first floor held all the private cubicles as well as a large communal fuck area with a huge screen showing hardcore gay porn.  The roof held a terrace and fuck area, and was the only place where smoking was allowed. The large café area on the ground floor next to the showers and changing area was always well frequented and I have to say they made a great mug of tea.

I paid off the taxi and wasted no time in entering the building, signing in, obtaining a couple of towels and making my way to the changing room. There were three men already there in various stages of undress. Two were of no interest to me at all, but the third was a completely different matter and my hard cock thickened and ached at the prospect of being drilled by him. I metaphorically crossed my fingers and took a locker close to my target.

He was a good six to eight inches taller than me which put him at about six feet six. He was broad too with a two slab like pecs and shoulders you just wanted to un your hands over – well I wanted to anyway. His stomach was slightly rounded, not fat at all, the shadow of a six pack could just be made out. His legs were solid muscle from the trim ankles to the thick thighs. I couldn’t see his bum but I just knew it was going to be two big, round muscles with a crack that invited your mouth to explore it. When I first clapped eyes on him he was still wearing his white briefs. I watched him hook his thumbs in the waistband and slowly, provocatively, push them down over his hidden bum first, revealing a smooth, shaved area of skin where his pubes would have been. The root of his cock came into view followed by an impressive piece of man-meat complete with its hood. His balls hung loose, big and heavy beneath a good six inches of soft penis. He stepped out of his underwear and flicked them into his hand with his foot. He stood straight and tall in front of me and I just know I moaned out loud. He was, and is to this day, one of the most stunningly beautiful specimens of masculinity I have ever had the pleasure to ogle. And what made it even better was the dark, caramel colour of his skin. I was stunned into total inactivity, my mouth has open, my dick was so hard it hurt and I could feel my fuck hole twitching – I swear I could.

‘I take it you like what you see white boy?’ His voice was a deep rumble that sent shivers down my spine. I sort of came out of my trance and managed to respond to him.

‘Yes. I um. Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.’ Then I thought – what the fuck, go for it. ‘I couldn’t help myself. Your so fucking gorgeous.’

The ebony god before me laughed, his handsome face breaking into an amused smile. ‘You’re not too bad yourself.’ He held out his hand to me, ‘Leon.’ I shook his hand feeling dwarfed by the size and power of him. His handshake was firm and confident. The typical alpha male. ‘You are…?’

‘What? Oh, I’m Dan.’

‘Well Dan, why don’t you get out of those clothes and then we can go find ourselves somewhere private where I can show you just how gorgeous I can be?’ I didn’t need to be asked twice. I was naked and wrapping a towel round my waist in no time. ‘Not so quick Dan.’ I turned to face him. ‘Turn around and let me see the arse I’m going to fill.’ I did as I was told and felt his big hand caress my pert bubble butt. I was really proud of the shape and firmness of my ass and it was nice to have it appreciated by such a beautiful, physically perfect man. The caress became a firm squeeze and a finger brushed my fuck button. I gasped and felt my legs slightly give way. His arm was round my waist in a second and he pulled me against his massive body. His mouth kissed the back of my neck then traced a path to just behind my ear. ‘Relax Dan, I got ya.’ I took hold of the forearm across my stomach and pushed back onto him. ‘Come on, let’s go to the roof and have a fag. I think you need to calm down before I start making love to you.’ I heard myself groan again and I gently squeezed his arm to signify acceptance of his command.

Every man we passed on our way to the roof terrace looked at Leon hungrily, lustfully. Some then looked at me with an amused smile that said I was a lucky bugger, others scowled at me, some had intense dislike in their eyes, jealous that he had picked me and not them. Thanks to the speed I smiled confidently back at all of them while inside I was a bundle of nerves and excitement.

It was one of those warm summer nights when the air is muggy and humid and you sweat at the drop of a hat – another excellent reason for a hot night at the club. As a result the terrace was busy with guys smoking, chatting and cruising. We managed to get a corner to ourselves and settled onto one of the loungers to have our cigarettes. I sat between his legs and leaned back against him, I felt incredibly safe, comfortable and horny. As we smoked we talked. I found out he was a fireman with the Birmingham Fire Service, was single and content to stay that way for a while, liked kissing and, as the Americans put it ‘making out’ before he got down to hard core sex. He was twenty eight, two years younger than me and when hard – I had to ask didn’t I? – he was ‘about nine inches and pretty thick.’ The longer we sat there the more relaxed in his company I became. We discussed my current drugged up state and he said he was jealous but could do nothing about it thanks to the regular drug tests he underwent as part of his job. He chuckled and nibbled my neck as I described how fucking horny I was and how I hoped my night would pan-out.

Cigarettes finished he suggested we take a quick dip in the pool. It was empty when we got there and by taking our time to take the plunge after removing our towels we were able to have a good long look at each other. I was steel hard by now and Leon was at least half way to full erection. I could hardly wait to get my hands on him. We swan back and forth across the pool for a while before settling into the cave area at the back of it where a small jacuzzi bubbled away. Pulling me to him, Leon brought his lips to mine and we were soon kissing each other for all we were worth. He was an amazing kisser, his hands exploring every inch of me they could reach as his tongue forced its was down my throat – or so it seemed. I finally was able to touch his incredible body. He was firm, hard even with fascinating contours created by bulging muscles and lean sinews. I wrapped my legs round his waist and reached between us to push his now fully hard cock down to rub along my arse crack and over my fuck hole. It was like an electric shock jolted through me every time his cock head pushed against my pussy and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he was up there making me squirm and scream in pure ecstasy. Leon picked up on my mood, ‘You really do want fucking don’t you white boy? You’re just a little bitch on heat.’ His hands went to my buttocks and pulled them wide apart. ‘Try and get me inside you here.’

‘I don’t think I’ll manage without lube. You’ll be too big.’

‘Try. Concentrate on kissing me. Relax. See what happens.’ His smile melted me again. ‘It’ll be fun if you can.’

He took procession of my mouth and as we kissed lifted me higher in the water so that the tip of his engorged penis nudged against my hungry bud. I didn’t believe for one minute that he would get his big black club inside me without copious amounts of lube to slick me up. I wasn’t worried about accommodating his size as the two hours I had spent opening myself up with my toys earlier in the evening would ensure that I was stretched and ready to take just about anything.

I pulled my bottle of poppers from out of the thick elastic band around my wrist that held my locker key, and quickly removed the top. ‘Give me a minute. The poppers might help.’ I took a big hit up one nostril and felt the dizzying effect of the amyl nitrate almost immediately – like a supercharger had kicked in and sent my lust for sex off the Richter Scale. I was just about to take a second deep inhalation when Leon, hands firmly on each side of my waist pulled me down and pushed himself up forcing at least half of his thick, hard helmet through the hungry muscle that was my sphincter. I hit the poppers hard and as I inhaled, gritted my teeth and pushed down onto him using my spare hand as leverage on the solid, straining muscle of his shoulder. It felt as though I was being torn in half as the rest of his helmet pushed through any resistance my tortured cunt-ring was offering followed by at least two searing inches of his monster fuck tool. Just as I was beginning to think I was going to have to make him withdraw the poppers really kicked in and the pain became exquisite. My brain told me that this was what I wanted. That above all else I needed this huge cock using and bruising my arse, that I needed to feel every single movement, every push and thrust that Leon forced on me. I quickly took another draw on the poppers, screwed the lid back on and wrapped my arms round his neck. I brought my mouth to his, ‘Fuck me Leon. Fuck me.’ Our tongues duelled as our lips came together and with a deep, deep breath I push down as hard as I could, screaming with passion as I felt myself filled to the hilt with his fuck sword. My back arched as my head flew backwards. ‘FUCK ME,’ I shouted, then braced myself with my feet and hands as Leon began to move in and out of me. Slowly at first, grinding his pelvis into my arse crack each time he pushed upwards. He stood firmly on the floor of the pool and moved away from the wall. I allowed myself to float on my back, impaled on his inflated lifesaver as he gently bobbed me up and down. Every movement caused an almost imperceptible twitch and twist of my love tunnel around his deeply embedded breeding pole and the discordant, guttural noises coming from both of us echoed around the big domed ceiling. How long he walked me round the pool screwing his manhood in and out wanking my aching, throbbing, leaking dick I honestly couldn’t say, but eventually I found myself being gently pushed against the wall of the pool and I whimpered as he held me there and completely withdrew from me. I think I almost expected water to rush into my empty, gaping channel but of course it didn’t. Leon flipped me round so my back was facing him and he took me in his strong arms. ‘Let’s take this downstairs Dan. I want you in a sling so I can get good and deep inside you before I seed you.’

He lifted me up, out of the water and onto the side of the pool, hauling himself out next to me. He helped me stand, retrieved our towels and then taking my hand led me from the pool room to the basement. We were lucky, the third, most distant cubicle was empty. He took me in and locked the door behind us.

He pulled my towel off me enfolded me in his big powerful arms and lifted me onto the sling. ‘Do you trust me enough to fasten you in?’ Hey, I was flying so of course I had no hesitation in saying yes. He positioned my legs high and wide on straps and buckled the restraints round my ankles. My cunt was open for business! He fastened my hands to straps that allowed me some movement although it was very restricted. I could reach my face with the poppers but no further.

Leon stood back and admired my spread eagled wanton form as he slowly moved his fist up and down his cock. The half-light, slightly red in colour, cast him as a mighty hulking sex god in my mind. My cock was so hard it hurt and I was trembling with the need for him. He began to run his fingers over me, starting at my feet. They traced a path up my legs, wandering from side to side. As they approached my mid-section I thrust up to offer myself to him. He just chuckled, ‘oh no Dan. Not yet man.’ He lifted his hands over my leaking dick and they settled on my shoulders. From there they drifted down my chest and circled my stomach. I was straining and twisting under his teasing fingers desperate for him to touch my cock and arse. Instead he trailed his fingers up to my nipples flicking and caressing them until out of the blue he took a firm hold and squeezed, twisted and pulled  them hard between vice like fingers. I howled at the divine, exquisite pain he was causing me, thrashing my head from side to side and throwing my body about rattling the sling. He relax for a second then repeated the torture. My response was louder and more violent than before. The process of pain, pause, pain, pause went on for several minutes and I was moaning, groaning wreck when he suddenly grabbed my head and kissed me with a force and passion he had not shown before. ‘Fuck Dan you’re hot. I’m gonna enjoy fucking you till you scream this fucking building down. You’re gonna fuckin love it aren’t you mate?’

‘Yes, yes please. Please Leon just do it.’

‘Tell me Dan. What do you want? Tell me what to do.’ His thumb flicked one of my super sensitive nipples and my cock jerked.

‘Fuck me Leon. Fuck me with your big black cock.’ He kissed me again, our lips still touching as I continued, ‘please use my cunt Leon. Please feed my hungry cunt.’ He kissed me again, then moved his mouth close to my ear where he whispered.

‘You want my seed in you Dan? Mmmmm? Do you want me to fill you with my hot, black man’s cum?’

‘Oh god yes. Yes.’

He moved round the sling and stood between my legs. Packets of lube were supplied by the sauna along with condoms for those who wanted them. Leon took a sachet from the dispenser on the wall and tore off the corner with his teeth. Placing the opening just under my balls he squeezed the packet and I felt the cold thick liquid dribble then run more freely down my taint to my waiting fuck hole where Leon’s other hand caught the slippery substance and began to smear it on, around and in my desperate cunt. As first one then two then god help me, three fat fingers pushed the lube inside me I brought the poppers to my nose and pretty much left them there as he forcefully fucked my arse mixing up how many fingers went into me with every thrust. He pushed hard, to the knuckle and splayed them deep inside me, stretching and stroking my pulsing gut. Then both hands were pulling and fucking me. I was writhing in ecstasy. No one had ever used my hole like this before, his actions had previously been a fantasy I wanked off to, so for it to be actually happening was a dream come true and I loved every fucking minute of it.

‘Do you think you’re ready for me now Dan? Hey? Do you want my cock now?’

I sobbed a strangled ‘Yesssss’ as he forced four fingers up my tortured chute.

‘Better give it you then hadn’t I?’ saying which he replaced his fingers with his thick black club of a cock and with one massive, steady, forceful action he pushed all nine steel hard inches into me. I almost passed out with pleasure until he grabbed my tits and pulled hard on my nipples as he withdrew to the tip then slammed his tool back into me. I screamed.

‘Ahhhhhhh fuck yes. Do it. Fuck my cunt you black bastard.’ And fuck me he did. Standing upright he held my ankles as he pumped his piston in and out of my wide open cunt hole. With every thrust he brought all nine inches back to the entrance then sometimes slammed, sometimes coaxed every single inch back in to my aching gut. He quickly pushed through my inner sphincter and that combined with my prostate being pounded to mush had cum dripping from my ridiculously hard dick. Thank god for poppers is all I can say. My head was spinning faster and faster as the intensity and frequency of the abuse being heaped on my bruised arse increased.

Leon was pounding me like his life depended on it. I could make out his clenched jaw as he concentrated on not cumming. Sweat was pouring down his face and his glorious body glistened in the light’s red glow. Fuck he was good, so good that to my total amazement I felt my balls and cock doing that thing that happens when you’re about to cum. I couldn’t believe it, I never came when I was on speed, but here I was, fighting to hold it back. I lost the battle as my whole body and mind was wracked by an almost painful but at the same time wonderful orgasmic wave travelled through me. My cock flailed about unhampered spewing rope after rope of my cum over me, the sling and Leon. I got it in the mouth and eye. I tasted great! My cunt muscles spasmed around the monster inside me and that pushed Leon over the edge. With thrust after powerful thrust he ground his pelvic bone into my crack unleashing a lake of his cum deep, deep inside me. So much cum that he began to pump it out of me even as he continued to pour more into me. I was gasping for breath and meeting him thrust for thrust, taking as much of him as was physically possible. Slowly, gradually his fucking became less aggressive and after several minutes he was gently, tenderly stroking himself in and out of my dripping fanny. Still buried deep inside me he reached forward, unfastened my arms and leant in to kiss me. I held him close as our tongues played with each other and our breath mingled in our mouths.

‘Fuck me Dan that was good. Best in years mate.’ He brushed his lips against mine then smiled down at me. ‘Of course I am going to have to report for racism. Black bastard am I?’

I smiled back, ‘Yes, but right now you’re my black bastard. Okay?’

‘Okay. White bitch.’

‘Mmmm, I like that, My black bastard’s white bitch.’ I shifted around on the sling suddenly aware I was aching and becoming uncomfortable. I checked my watch. Nine thirty five. Id been strapped in the damn thing for an hour or more. More than that, Leon had pounded my arse for most of that time. Fuck the man had stamina.

‘Time I let you off here I think.’ He stood and unfastened the straps holding my legs apart. I winced at the sudden return of feeling to them. ‘Tale it easy mate. No need to rush.’ He massaged my feet and like a true gentleman helped me back onto them, not letting go of me until he was certain I was able to stand without falling over. ‘Shower, tea and a fag . In that order, come on.’

I could feel his juice running down my leg as we walked back to the ground floor and the showers. He held my hand all the way. I was his property tonight that much was clear. Once in the shower we washed each other and spent a good half hour making out under the endless supply of hot water. Others came and went throwing envious looks at us. One guy tried to push in, in an attempt to get his hands on Leon’s cock – I honestly thought my black god was going to push the poor man through the wall. A simple ‘fuck off mate’ from me broke the tension and he backed off to the far corner of the shower where he wanked himself as he watched us.

Cups of tea in hand we returned to the roof terrace for a fag and to chill out. I told him I planned to go on to the club and to my delight he asked to come with me. I warned him I would expect sex and attention all night. He rose to the challenge – but that’s another story, if anyone is interested?