Tyler paid his entry fee. The guy behind the counter looked at him suspiciously, passing judgement on whether Tyler was fit to enter the venue or not.
Tyler knew he was in a truly dishevelled sight. He’d just come from the nightclub next-door; his hair mussed up, his tight singlet soaked in his own, and dozens of other topless dancers, sweat; his butt-hugging jeans soiled by split alcohol and smelling accordingly. The effect of Tyler’s ecstasy pill had long worn off. He’d taken it to reach the euphoria of the dance floor all the sooner, and after 4 hours of non-stop gyrating on a crowded dance floor, he was horny and ready for sex.
The sauna definitely was well situated, right next door to the club, making it the perfect choice for those that had met their Mr Right Now on the dance floor, but it still had a policy of keeping the undesirables and the drug-fucked OUT!
Tyler wasn’t at that stage, he knew he was in control and despite the numerous sexual advances that he’d warded off; no one had really piqued his interest. The floor was full of the clone ‘look-at-me’ Sean-Cody gym designed bodies and as mouth-watering as they were, he was ready for something different – what that was – he didn’t know. All he knew was that he was just desperately horny and needed a root.
The counter guy decided that as Tyler was sober enough to string an intelligible sentence together he’d let him in. He gave Tyler a key and a towel.
Tyler knew the routine by heart, but it was rare he came to the sauna without trade. The trade quality might have been questionable at times, but at least it was a guaranteed root!
Tyler thought he was alone in the changing room. He pulled the singlet over his head and got a whiff of his own pits, not overpowering but definitely in need of a shower. He kicked off his trainers and then tugged down his jeans which clung tightly to his muscular thighs. Oblivious of anyone else in the room, he peeled off his underwear, also damp from the copious amount of sweat that had run down his torso and pooled in his pants. He wound the white towel around his hips and turned to head for the showers.
He got a jolt of surprise when he turned around as there was another guy sitting on the bench in a towel opposite who had obviously enjoyed his strip show. Tyler was not immediately attracted to the guy, he was well over his age limits and he had developed a paunch. He was covered in grey fur which seemed to emphasize his age; Tyler was all set to carry on walking.
The man sat up, discreetly spreading his legs without it seeming too obvious. Tyler couldn’t help but glance in between them. He noticed the guys massive tree trunk thighs (which had always been a weakness of his) disappearing under the towel and the tantalising glimpse of what might lay between them was still hidden from view.
Tyler sized up the man again, he revised his first impression, the guy’s grey trendy crew-cut suited his weathered face. His grey furred belly was oversized with the towel knotted under the paunch. There was no doubt than this man was in his 50s and quite a lot older than Tyler’s usual age limit. He would have described him as hefty, not fat or out of condition just large, but it seemed proportional to his overall bulk and height and he had those generous ‘rugby’ thighs.
The man said ‘Hi’ in a deep baritone voice and straight away Tyler picked up on the authoritative aura of the guy even though he’d only said one word.
The guy remained sitting, not making any move to approach or sweet talk Tyler. The next move was Tylers. He realised he found the man’s demeanour attractive, there was something about his manner that somehow seemed dangerous, but sensuous at the same time. If he was in a dark alley or in public toilets, he would have definitely kept on walking. But in the relatively safe environment of a gay sauna where staff regularly patrolled the corridors, Tyler felt more at ease.
As he stood to talk to the guy, he felt an unexplained chemistry. He felt the guy just exuded masculinity. Silently the guy stood up, he was an inch taller than Tyler and then what originally seemed like excess fat to Tyler seemed to be in proportion to his giant frame.
The guy reached out his hand in greeting. Tyler thought that was weird in a place where there was no formality but he returned the gesture and felt the man’s powerful grasp around his hand. He could tell it wasn’t bravado, it was this man’s naturally strong grip.
The man said “I’m Steve, wanna go to a cubicle?”
Tyler couldn’t work out how the polite gesture of a handshake and the obvious demand for immediate sex balanced out. And yet it seemed to sum up the man’s character straight away. Respectful. Controlled. Confident and no doubt Dominant.
Tyler almost stammered “I’m Tyler and……….. sure” He was going to add ”Shall I take a shower first?” But Steve had already made up his mind and was already turning round to leave the room.
Tyler followed Steve as he walked down the corridor looking for an open door to a cubicle. The man walked with purpose, strong strides. His back was square, from his shoulders, down his straight sides to the flattish shape of his ass. He was like a ‘block’ of muscle.
Steve swung open a door and stood inside as Tyler walked in. He pulled Tyler towards him and kissed him hard, his hands held Tyler’s face not giving the opportunity of pulling away. Their lips mashed together with Steve’s tongue invading Tyler’s mouth. Steve’s hand moved to the back of Tyler’s head solidifying his dominant grip not allowing him to pull back.
Tyler was stunned and could only hold onto Steve’s bare arms as if to ready himself to push him off….. if needed.
Steve had moved so quickly, he hadn’t even shut the cubicle door. A thought flashed through Tyler’s mind, maybe the guy was into voyeurism and didn’t care who looked in on them. It wasn’t Steve’s style, so with his face still trapped in Steve’s grip, he blindly reached behind him to slam the door. Steve was unperturbed.
As the onslaught of kisses continued, Steve removed one hand from the back of Tyler’s head and started to fiddle with the knotted towel around Tyler’s waist. It wasn’t tight and with one strong tug, Tyler was naked.
Straight away both of Steve’s hands were squeezing Tyler’s butt. His massive paws massaged the soft flesh of his buttocks.
Tyler wasn’t just going be passive. He reached down between them and undid Steves’s towel. Straight away their hard cocks clashed with each other’s, squashed between two very different torsos, one hairy and oversized and the other smooth and lean. Their cocks slid around in their joint spewed precum.
Tyler fought to get his hand down around Steve’s cock. He blindly fisted Steve’s shaft to gauge if his cock size matched the rest of his girth. Tyler estimated it to be a fat 5 inches, smaller than his own but the mass of it made it feel impressive.
He gripped the two cocks together, masturbating both as the onslaught of kissing carried on. Steve was masterful with his tongue, somehow managing to keep it rooting inside Tyler’s mouth and still managing to breathe.
Tyler pumped their cocks, feeling the juice run over his fingers – there was no doubt they were both in heat.
Then just as Tyler thought he had Steve all worked out and was already envisioning Steve’s cock up his ass, the whole scene took a whole other turn, Steve pulled away and commanded……….
“Fuck Me!!!”
Tyler couldn’t believe it. There was no doubt that he was all pumped up and ready to let the floodgates loose, he’d just never envisaged he was going to breach Steve’s asshole.
As far as Tyler was concerned, he’d misread all the signs; the indifferent approach; the aggressive kissing, the dominant body language, was completely flipped around.
And yet despite Steve demanding to be fucked – he still seemed to be in charge. Tyler couldn’t work it out – surely the top guy was always the boss? Why did it feel different this time?
Steve stepped aside and turned his back on Tyler to face the plastic mattress-covered bench, he clambered up on it on all fours and unashamedly exposed his asshole between his two glutenous buttocks.
He rested on his elbows and stuck out his ass – practically demanding to be fucked. Tyler was stunned, suddenly this sturdy mature guy was handing his ass on a platter.
Tyler marvelled the strong trunks of his legs, well able to take his weight, his two massive rounded exposed cheeks. Never before had he seen such a mass, usually the naked glutes that he was used to were perfectly lean and rounded, now Tyler was looking at doughy white cheeks where he could sink his fingers into the flesh and claw and drag them apart.
He stared at Steve’s hairy trench, the black twisted curls lined the length of his crack almost disguising Steve’s only miniature body part – his puckered asshole. In its surroundings it looked impenetrable – the mass of cheek flesh, the forest of hair, all there to protect its tiny target.
Steve squatted lower, spreading his legs, his daddy-sized balls swaying between them. Tyler walked up behind them, dripping cock in his fist, aiming for the hairy anal target and prepared to push……….
Tyler couldn’t believe it. This massive brute was on his hands and knees in front of him begging for his cock, well not really begging, but ‘demanding’ Somehow this guy was still in control and calling the shots. He wanted Tyler to ‘perform’ for him.
Tyler had fucked dozens of guys before but they were younger, usually smooth, their puckers pink and prime ready to be invaded. Older guys like Steve usually took the dominant role.
Tyler was transfixed on the asshole in front of him, the small brown pucker lurking in a thick forest of ass hair, ready for the taking. He stepped up, squeezing his solid shaft, feeling it pulse in his hand. His foreskin was already fully peeled tucked back, exposing his shiny helmet oozing with precum which negated the need for lube. But that asshole still needed to be primed.
As he edged his cock with his right hand, he scooped up some of the copious liquid and generously smeared two fingers of his left hand forming a cobweb of sperm between them. He crossed them and reached forward pointing them directly at Steve’s anus. He was surprised to realise his hand was shaking, but it didn’t hold him back, he started to use increased pressure to insert them through the tight anal ring.
Steve gave a loud deep guttural groan of pleasure as he was breached. That excited Tyler, he was pleasuring this hunk purely with his two fingers. He stopped being tentative and pushed in with more urgency.
It elicited another groan, and Tyler tunneled his fingers deep into Steve’s rectum, feeling the warm damp velvety walls. He didn’t mess around and sawed his fingers in and out, feeling the sphincter gradually slacken and lose some rigidity.
Far from rejecting Tylers fingers, his ass seemed to absorb them.
Steve then barked “Now gimme that cock!”
That made Tyler’s cock pulse. A string of precum was slow dripping to the floor. He pulled out his fingers with a slurp and scooped up the leaking liquid messaging it into his plump knob.
Leaning forward, he pressed his knob directly on Steve’s asshole. He looked down and saw Steve’s ass hairs greasily matted around the ribbed ring. He pushed forward – it was amazing to see the aperture open up and seemingly absorb the swollen helmet.
It was fucking tight and Steve’s deep growls increased a pitch as his asshole was stretched wider. Tyler had to force his cockhead through the tight sphincter muscle. The fingering might have helped but he should have used 3 fingers. Too late now.
To his credit, Steve didn’t ask him to slow down or stop, if anything he arched his back more and stuck out his ass as if to invite Tyler’s cock to invade him.
Tyler had never seen something so erotic. The mass of white wobbling flesh, separated by a hairy trench with his cock disappearing before his very eyes as he sunk into Steve’s asshole.
He watched as inch after inch plundered Steve’s hole, loving the tightness, the suction and the resistance as Tyler’s 7 inches wedged it’s way inside. Once anchored, Tyler grabbed fists full of pale ass meat and rammed in the rest of the way.
Steve gave out a high pitched yowl as he endured the onslaught. Tyler felt powerful, he’d never fucked a man like Steve before and he relished the dominant role as he withdrew to the tip and plunged in again. He balls slapped against Steve’s taint when he was fully embedded again.
Tyler grappled with fistsful of buttock meat as he rammed to and fro, letting his domineering mode possess him. This massive man, on his knees, at his mercy. Somehow Steve kept his dignity – he wasn’t whimpering, he was bellowing masculine grunts, the same kind as if he was powerlifting weights, each grunt of exertion matched each deep root of Tyler’s cock.
The great man swayed as Tyler built up a sweat, beads of perspiration rolled down his body only emphasizing the effort he was using to savage Steve’s ass. The sound of their bodies slapping together was drowned out by both of their synchronized groaning.
Tyler gave a little thought to what other sauna users might have made of their energetic rooting. Usually, he was a bit embarrassed of what others might hear but for this one time, with this stud, he didn’t care. They were working up the scales of passion that was going to end in a wild orgasmic crescendo.
Tyler heard the slicking of Steve’s hand working his own cock underneath as the giant man kept his balance on one hand. His body wobbling, coping with the onslaught and dealing with his own immediate needs.
The frantic rhythm could only last so long. Tyler moved his hands to Steve’s solid hips to firm his stance as he finally let go and experienced the overwhelming sensations of his cock pumping out rope after rope of cum deep inside Steve’s anus. Their bodies crashed together as Tyler unloaded, ass hair mashing pube hair as Steve’s cock was buried to the hilt as the powerful spurts died off.
Somewhere in the midst of Tyler’s powerful orgasm, Steve had also shot his load, the grunts had turned to panting as the two men recovered, sweat trickling down each body.
Tyler was unsure what to do next. He wasn’t used to be so in control of a man like this, so as his cock softened, he withdrew and there was the schloop of his escaping cockhead. Tyler looked down at Steve’s now-puffy reddened sphincter. He was transfixed as Steve seemed to pulse his anal muscle and a creamy stream of cum slowly escaped.
Tyler was proud of his ejaculation and in a spontaneous move, leant forward again, and fed his softening cock back into Steve’s rectum. The leaking cum eased the friction of re-entry and his helmet plugged the hole again scooping up and bottling what cum was still inside Steve’s well lubricated ass.
Tyler withdrew again, his cock dripping the remains of his load on the ground. Steve sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bench.
His face was reddened, and while he still looking menacing, his face had softened into a smirk. His chest hair was darkened by sweat and his fat soft cock almost hidden by his relaxed stomach, looked pitiful but still plentiful, nestled over his balls streaked with his own sperm.
He pulled Tyler in between his open thighs, embraced him and they kissed. It was the same passionate kiss but no longer in anticipation, but more like a reward for a ‘job well done’.
Together they smelt of sex – sweat and spent seed. The way Steve hugged Tyler was like a dad and his boy, still controlling but gentler. Their lips brushed each other rather than the tightly mashed lips of before. It was like they’d reached a new level of understanding.
Steve’s orders had turned to requests when he said “You want to shower together?” Tyler nodded and they both scooped up their towels and wrapped them around their waists. And they might have entered the cubicle as dom and sub but left as father-figure and his devoted son.
They got to the shower room, there were 8 open cubicles, 4 on each side facing each other. There was no room for modesty, guys had to shower and dry themselves in the exposed environment. Tyler usually just skipped in and out in the minimum of time. It wasn’t that he wasn’t proud of his body, he just wasn’t into exhibitionism and to be honest, was a bit embarrassed when revealing his shrivelled limp cock masked by an extended wrinkly foreskin as it gave no indication that it morphed into an impressive 7-inch pole.
Steve had no such qualms, and as they waited, as all the cubicles were being used, he was quite content to whisk off his towel, hang it over a random bar and stand there bollock naked.
Tyler took a sly look at the man’s body impressed by his confidence, for no way did he have a porn star stature. He was tall and broad; his rotund belly seemed less conspicuous because of his height. He was covered by a layer of fur that was turning gray, except for the forest of darker bushy pubes from which his fat limp cock protruded somehow still hinting at the larger size it was capable of.
Tyler didn’t want to reveal his embarrassment so he kept his towel tightened until a cubicle was free and tried to look nonchalant as they waited. The shower guys were obviously
checking them both out, Steve just stood there, arms folded almost daring anyone to approach him.
Finally, a guy finished drying himself off and left the room after a lingering glance at Steve’s flaccid tool. Tyler faked his bravado as he hung up his towel and made like it was no big deal to share a public cubicle.
Steve turned on the water and then manhandled Tyler into a position so that Tyler faced outwards with Steve close behind him. Tyler wasn’t comfortable but didn’t feel like he could protest so he allowed Steve to vigorously soap his back and then he felt Steve’s finger trace downwards forcefully pressing it between Tyler’s ass cheeks to eagerly search out his asshole.
It was too much for Tyler, being practically fingered in front of a group of voyeuristic horny guys. He turned to face Steve in a show of defiance and Steve smiled appreciatively as his ‘boy’ rebelled.
He gave Tyler the tablet of soap and indicated that Tyler should use it on him. It was very intimate being in the tiny cubicle, forced to be close together, almost but not quite touching bodies.
Tyler circled over Steve’s soft but muscular pecs. Steve was like a statue not giving any indication that he was enjoying the experience. In a devilish moment, Tyler pinched a nipple with some force. Steve gave a gasp of surprise and his eyes lit up. The massive statue didn’t move or object, far from it, the growl that he omitted was one of pleasure, not of pain. Tyler put the soap aside and squeezed the other nipple. His fingers were slippy from the soap, but he kept gripping them tighter in an effort to get more reactions from Steve.
Steve closed his eyes in ecstasy as he relished his nipples being abused. Tyler dared to dig his nails into Steve’s teats generating more animalistic groans. Tyler became oblivious to any of the guys who might have been watching the intense teasing.
Steve gasped his first words “Hold my cock.”
Tyler was unsure, it didn’t want to carry out a brazen sex act in public. He was astounded with the fact that Steve might have wanted to orgasm again when he’d only cum 10 minutes ago. But as Tyler obeyed the instruction, Steve’s cock remained limp. Tyler felt the soft tube of flesh in his hand. He tried squeezing some life into it but that wasn’t Steve’s intent.
“Not so tight” was the next instruction so Tyler loosened his grip slightly and as he looked down, he was shocked to see a yellow fountain squirting out of Steve’s frill covered knob.
“Pull it back.” Tyler meekly obliged, stunned by this very intimate act. He circled two fingers around Steve’s cock and edged the loose skin back to reveal Steve’s rounded knob and released an even stronger jet of urine.
In the tight confines of the cubicle, Steve’s piss splashed against Tylers thigh, only to be washed away by the water from the shower. Tyler was transfixed as he felt the warm liquid splatter against his thigh. For his part Steve’s eyes were still closed in satisfaction as he urinated against the boy.
As the pulse of piss spurts lessened, Steve opened his eyes. He took hold of Tylers chin and lifted it up and leant forward to kiss him. He then pulled the younger man towards him so their bodies touched. The tongue probing kiss continued and Tyler felt Steve hands travel down to his butt.
He felt each cheek being separated and then realised that his butthole was being deliberately exposed to whoever was in the room.
He knew Steve was teasing the audience but it still wasn’t Tyler’s scene and in a move of defiance, he moved out of Steve’s grasp and his first words in the whole scene were
“Let’s carry this on in private.”
Steve chuckled sensing Tyler’s discomfort but was happy to oblige. Tyler turned around and was met with several appreciative glances, some looked away embarrassed at being caught looking, whereas some were more brazen, obviously hoping for continuation of the live sex show.
Tyler dealt with his awkwardness by concentrating on toweling himself down. He glanced over at Steve and he couldn’t be sure if it was his imagination or not… Steve’s cock just seemed to be a little more plumped up………
