Sauna Induction

After moving to a large coastal city from the very small town I had grown up in, my gay life blossomed. I loved the bars and clubs and frequented them with increasing enthusiasm. With the shackles of my former life well and truly lifted, I was embracing my new emancipation wholeheartedly. There was, nevertheless, still one final hurdle I had to scale, and that was visiting a gay sauna.

I made my mind up that on an upcoming Saturday, I would definitely tick that final box. The normal operating hours for the sauna I planned to visit was from noon till two a.m. On weekends, however, the sauna remained open continuously from noon on Saturdays and only closed at midnight on Sunday. Eagerly, I thus arrived at the sauna at around six on Saturday evening.

Upon ringing the bell at a gated entrance, I heard a buzzing sound before entering. Ascending a staircase I arrived at a second gate and repeated my earlier procedure. After entering I found myself in a small reception area with a counter to my right. Subsequent to paying my entrance fee and being issued a towel, I was issued with a numbered wrist tag that had a key on it and proceeded through to a large locker room section.

There were lockers around the perimeter of the room and two rows of lockers, back to back, in the centre of the room. After undressing I placed my towel around my hips and entered a large lounge section. To my right, there was a long counter with bar stools and in front of that, there were three coffee tables surrounded by comfy chairs. Beyond this setup, there was a long six-foot-high drywall.

I initially decided to go on a mini reconnoitre before getting a drink at the bar. Moving beyond the six-foot-high wall to my right, four side by side sofas faced three large television screens on the back of the drywall. To my left, there was a large built-in Jacuzzi with a wide passage to the left. Passing the Jacuzzi and entering the passage, there were toilets and a shower area on my right, and sauna to my left. A steam room was located at the end of the passage with another narrower passage, leading off between the sauna and steam room. I decided to explore that passage later and returned to the sofa area with the television screens.

As I approached the sofa section I saw a passage at the far side that appeared to turn to my right. There were several cubicles beyond this turn. Each cubicle contained a bed with white linen. This section, as the barman told me later, was a pay area. Beyond these cubicles, I again arrived in the bar area, but on the opposite, left-hand side of the long bar counter.

Upon ordering a beer the barman explained; that no money changed hands inside the establishment and that all expenses incurred were credited to your bracelet number, and were to be paid for upon finally exiting the establishment.

While sitting and sipping my beer, I observed a really skanky looking guy further along the counter. He was covered in tattoos and really looked rough. He had long hair that was tied in a ponytail. As he began checking me out I decided to be on my way. I then made my way to the unexplored passage I had seen earlier, which passed between the sauna and steam room.

In this section, there was a cinema, a darkroom, a glory hole section, and numerous booths.

I decided to enter the glory hole section first. The glory hole section was a cube containing six adjoining compartments, which were surrounded by a narrow passage. These booths had holes facing in every direction. The entire area, however, was unoccupied.

Upon exiting this zone and moving along, I observed two men heading in my direction. One was a large hairy bear and the other a lanky guy. I estimated that both must have been in their forties. As we got fairly close I politely moved to the side to allow them to pass. The bear closed in on me from the left and lanky moved to my right, confining me against the wall.

“Hi, I’m Corky, and my buddies name is Hugh,” the bear announced.

Apprehensively I replied, “Hi, I’m Jay.”

“I haven’t seen you here before,” Corky concluded.

“It’s my first visit,” I answered.

After leering at me Corky glanced at Hugh and said, “Fresh meat, this is going to be great!”

Without hesitation, they grabbed me by my arms and frogmarched towards a large, recessed cubicle further along.

“Hey, stop… Please guys, fuck, take it easy.” I half-heartedly objected.

Inside the room, my towel was pulled off me and tossed aside. In a flash, Hugh also removed his towel and lay on the mattress before me. From behind, Corky pushed my torso downward before Hugh’s hands clamped onto my head. After also removing his towel Corky’s hands locked on my hips. Intrigued, I decided to go with the flow because the entire scenario was exciting me enormously.

Hugh had a long thin cock with a very small head. As Hugh’s dick conquered my mouth, Corky began squashing and grinding his fat knob between my cheeks. With Hugh’s long knob entering the back of my throat, Corky began sliding his fat knob between my cheeks.

“Oomph,” I babbled on Hugh’s thrusting pole as Corky commenced invading my backside. Hugh then tilted his body and after lifting his left leg instructed me to finger his arse. My middle finger slipped into his puffy bung-hole easily. Almost immediately, he requested a second, third, and then a fourth finger.

A minute later Hugh’s final command was issued, “Fist me!”

‘Jesus, I have never done this before, fuck… this is hectic,’ I thought. Hugh’s sphincter offered little resistance and shortly my fist was thrusting powerfully, to sighs of delight from him.

With my mouth, arse, and right fist in full operation, our lusty threesome was propelling me into horny overload. The groans and grunts emanating from us also added to the wonderful sexual ménage. I couldn’t have had a better induction into sauna culture and for the next several minutes I relished the action before Hugh announced that he was about to erupt in my mouth. My right fist now went into overdrive as I pummelled his manhole. As my mouth got coated in Hugh’s warm spunk, my tongue savoured the delicious fruit of his nut-sac.

After Hugh moved off the mattress, Corky pulled his cock out of me and turned me onto my back.

Next, Corky reinserted his thick dick into me before enclosing my thighs in his arms. Battering me solidly, my hole incurred the full power of his powerful thrusting hips. I toyed with my dick but anticipating the long visit that lay ahead of me, I had no intention of cumming. When Corky finally spewed his seed into me, he roared rowdily.

Corky continued holding my legs aloft as he withdrew from me, then offering gaping pucker to Hugh. Hugh licked and prodded me with his tongue initially before his lips turned into a high-powered vacuum. The attention my arse was receiving was simply too much for me, and against my will, my dick began spraying ropes of jizz all over my stomach. Corky’s swiftly lowered his head to snack on my creamy dessert. Being gratified by two mouths was awesome and I just lay there revelling in the afterglow. Before my two ‘kidnappers’ departed, we had a sustained kissing and groping session.

After announcing that they were about to leave the establishment, Corky mentioned that he would leave his phone number with the barman, before adding, “Give me a call if you would like to see us again.” I smiled in acknowledgment.

After composing myself for a minute or two, I started to make my way back to the bar. My journey, however, was interrupted by a glance at the entrance of glory hole section. ‘What the hell,’ I thought, ‘Just a little peek,’ I mentally concluded.

With horny sounds emanating from one of the cubicles, I bent down to take a look. A twink was solidly being butt-fucked beyond the hole. As I watched, bodies were rearranged inside and soon a pair of lips invited me to their party. I removed and flung my towel over the top of the stall, before hanging off the frame and pushing my dick into a warm cavern.

‘Fuck me,’ I thought, ‘this boy can really suck a cock!’

His pulsating lip action was supplemented by a lively tongue technique, which had me convulsing with pleasure. In the throes of my reverie, my attention was interrupted when Skanky, the tattooed ruffian I had seen earlier at the bar, rounded the corner and approached me. Escape was not an option because he was behind me in an instant. As his towel flew overhead next to mine, his arms enfolded me.

With his hot breath hissing in my ears, he said, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, baby.”

Crossing his arms in front of my chest his rough fingers located and then clamped onto my nipples. I yelped as his finger action intensified and his rump began to grind my pelvis into the drywall.

“What’s your name, baby?” he grunted in a low murmur.

“Jay,” I answered, meekly.

“I’m Bradley,” he replied.

With hot lips pleasuring me from the front, Bradley wasted no time before locating my hole. With my hole well lubricated from my former encounter, Bradley’s dick entered me urgently. Hanging off the wall, my gratifying double action got underway. With his rough hands still pinching my nipples, his tobacco flavoured mouth enveloped my lips. I had no inclination of contesting his oral onslaught and capitulated completely to my pungent tracker. As he speared into me, the ripe smell of his armpits also assailed my olfactory senses.

The thumping and sucking performance was shortly interrupted when another person approached from our left. I hardly got a look at the newcomer before my left hand was encouraged to take hold of his knob. The newcomer’s rigid log was extremely thick and my fingers were incapable of encasing it completely. Before long, my head was being slavered upon from both sides as lips and tongues explored my entire head. Added to that, my cock remained in the warm sheath of Hot Lip’s pulsating mouth.

Sensual overload hit once again, and shortly I began spraying my cream into my oral pleaser. With my legs almost giving way under me, Bradley held my body up as he addressed the newcomer.

“Why don’t the three of us head off to the steam room?” Bradley suggested to the stocky newcomer.

As we headed off in that direction the newcomer introduced himself as Carl.

The steam room was quite large. It was U-shaped, with built-in tiled seating around the perimeter, and a two-tiered tiled structure in the centre. After entering we all moved to the furthest end, where Carl informed us that he wanted to take his turn fucking my manhole. Bradley then sat down on the tiled seating before pulling my head onto his cock. As my mouth began to encase Bradley’s knob, Carl’s meat began to prod and nudge my arse lips. Well fucked as I was, the girth of his cock still garnered my full attention. As my sphincter scaled a level hitherto unknown, Carl’s clinching hands made it clear that escape was not an option.

Added to this, my head was also under the control of Bradley, who lustily grunted, “Fuck yeah… fuuuck yeah, thump your horse-dick into him and fuck the bitch hard.”

With Bradley’s substantial cock humping upwards excitedly, I listened to the cacophonic harmonies of my two handlers. My sauna induction was turning into a magnum opus, and as their groans and grunts reached fever pitch, two pairs of hands pushed me onto my knees. Lashings of spunk soon followed as I got bathed in the sweat seed of life. As I knelt on the tiled floor panting, chuckles broke out from above. Exhausted, gratified, and totally sated, I smiled at both guys.

“I need to shower and use the toilet,” I announced, in halting breaths.

“Cool,” Bradley’s replied. “Join us at the bar later.”

Once Bradley and Carl left, I went to the toilet as planned. After a pleasing shower, as I was about to return to the bar a voice from within advised differently. Having loved the steam room, I returned there.

After entering the steam room again, I moved towards the opposite side. With my eyes adjusting to the gloom I neared a seated giant, who appeared to be fully clothed. As I passed him I realized that the man mountain was actually naked, but covered in a mass of black body hair.

Despite all the hair and full beard, Bigfoot was fuckin’ good-looking. Sitting down a few feet further along, it took everything I had not to look deliberately ogle the man mountain. After a few minutes, the massive form next to me arose and presently stood before me.

‘Christ, this is one of the biggest men I have ever seen,’ I thought.

“I’ve hired a room,” the gravelly voice before me rumbled, before concluding, “Would you like to join me there?” The giant’s eyes were totally riveting.

After I nodded my head the giant introduced himself as Jack. As we made our way after collecting our towels at the steam room entrance, it occurred to me that I had not observed Jack’s genitals. I had been so overwhelmed by the bulk of the giant that I had never once glanced downward.

Upon arriving in one of the pay-rooms, Jack invited me to sit next to him on the bed. The conversation that followed revealed that we were both visiting a sauna for the first time. Jack had also recently arrived in the city after living in a small town. Ultra-masculine as he was, Jack had an affable disposition. When he placed his enormous hand on my leg, an electrical current pulsed through my body and I felt like I was being claimed.

“Lie on your stomach, Jay,” Jack commanded before I complied without hesitation.

Massive domineering hands now began to rub my back as the annexation by my Sasquatch lover began. The massage was rougher than any I had ever experienced before, but I loved it. The powers of Jack’s hands were awesome as he tantalized my flesh, and my whimpers soon turned into groans of total approval.

A short while later I felt Jack lift off the bed, before remounting my body with his knees between my legs. As he lowered himself onto me I was completely encased by Jack’s hot, heavy, hairy bulk. The divine heaviness of his frame almost had me convulsing with ecstasy. Cradling my head in his right paw he moved his lips towards my mouth. The oral appropriation I received from him was incredible, and he had the most sensual lips I had ever been kissed by.

“Just tell me if I become too heavy for you,” he growled, in a rumbling murmur.

“I won’t,” I responded in a lusty groan. “You can smother-fuck me to death for all I care.”

“Great,” he chuckled with a resounding roar, “because this is exactly how I like to fuck.”

Jack’s hips began to liven up as his knob searched for my burrow. It was clear that he was above average in the cock department, but fortunately, Carl’s fat dong had conditioned and primed me earlier. With his dick-head caressing my arse lips, Jack’s pole began nudging ever forward with increasing intensity.

“Oomph… aaaaah,” I sighed as he thumped into me.

After holding still for a few moments, Jack’s hips then began their incessant domination of my hole. Again my head was cradled in his hands before his tongue began its control of my mouth. As our action ensued, the heat and moisture from Jack’s steamy body seemed to envelop us in a haze of sexual funk. As I got pummelled my breathing became slightly erratic. I, however, couldn’t care less and loved the dominion. The horny growls of approval made it clear that my capitulation was exactly what he had expected of me.

Jack was no sprinter and was clear that I needed to prepare myself for the long haul. Varying his pace constantly, there was a bit of respite for me every here and there. Whenever my breathing, however, became too relaxed for his liking, he would again begin to pound into me powerfully. On and on the giant fucked me, and my blissful submission seemed never-ending. When Jack finally erupted, the rumble emanating from our cubicle must have raised many eyebrows in close proximity. The drenched white sheet under me also bore witness to my enjoyment.

Jack and I moved through to the bar after our marathon session and sat around chatting for the next hour or so.

After returning from the showers we had another beer and continued our conversation. Jack was the most incredible company and apart from being a fantastic lover, I really took a liking to him. He was currently living in a boarding house and was on the lookout to rent an apartment. I mentioned that there were always apartments for rent in the block I was living in.

“I would like to see your place if that’s okay with you?’” He suggested.

“Sure, anytime you like,” I answered.

“So let’s get going,” he countered smiling, before asking, “Unless you’re planning to stay a while longer?”

I shrugged and replied, “Actually, I’ve had my fill of the place. Fuck it, let’s get out of here.”

After arriving at my place, round two soon followed with Jack. In fact, there were several more rounds before Jack finally left on Sunday evening.

By the end of the following week, Jack had moved into my apartment.

My sauna visit turned out to be a once-off occurrence. We were happily involved and did not see the necessity to revisit the establishment again. I also never contacted Corky and Hugh.