Sauna Spectacle

I loved the nature programs on television. More precisely put, I was addicted to them. I wasn’t into the hectic stuff where carnivores rip little animals apart before devouring them because I always felt angst for the prey as fangs and claws ended their lives. But the programs about the peculiar behaviour and mating rituals of the various species mesmerized me. One of the best I ever watched was about the birds of paradise, presented by David Attenborough.

One evening I watched a program about elephant seals. I was astounded that the gargantuan males were able to copulate with females infinitely smaller than them, without squashing the females.

Two days later, I got the afternoon off from work because of all the extra time I had put in in recent times. I was in no doubt where I would be spending the afternoon.

There were two saunas close to my home. The one was chic and modern, but I practically never went there. To cut a long story short; that sauna was patronized by wealthy older men and infested with rent boys. At thirty-five years old, I didn’t see the need to pay for sex, as of yet.

The other sauna, however, was the one I preferred. The patrons were generally an older crowd, and there were no rent boys, only guys looking for a bit of fun without any of the affectations or harassment of the chic sauna.

The sauna was old and unfashionable, but clean and neat. It was relaxed and often yielded very satisfactory results. Most weekends, I would visit either on a Saturday or Sunday, sometimes, even on both days. During the week, this sauna was open from noon until nine in the evenings. Sadly, however, from six p.m. onwards, it was quiet and not worth the admission fee.

After I arrived at two in the afternoon, the place seemed quite busy. All the change rooms, bar, steam room, and sauna section, was located downstairs, and the upstairs area consisted of two large viewing areas, with built-up bunks covered by six synthetic covered green matrasses, side by side. In the first well-illuminated room, the customers could sit and watch the porn video on offer. The other room was a mirror image of the first room, but the lighting was far more subdued, and there was no television. This space was an area for group or public sex. Beyond all of this, there were individual cubicles for private sex.

My favourite place at this establishment was the steam room, and mostly, I would move between the steam room and the bar every half-hour or so. I had many fond memories of the steam room and mostly got lucky during the time I spent there.

Fortuitously, on this day, however, I first went upstairs to chill and watch a bit of porn.

As I got to the top of the spiral staircase, I saw three guys sitting side by side on the matrasses, watching the television screen. The man furthest to my right was very slim and effeminate. He had his towel wrapped around his hips, and he rubbed the fabric above his dick. Next to him, the man in the middle was a sixty-something guy whose towel was open. His claim to fame was that he had an enormous uncut dick and was proud to display it. The man on Mr. Big-Dick’s right was nondescript and also had his towel wrapped around his hips.

I decided to take the seat next to Mr. Effeminate, on his left and next to the wall.

As we all sat with our eyes glued to the screen, a gargantuan form began to ascend the staircase. Once this guy got to the top of the stairs, he stood huffing and puffing. Mr. Huge was fuckin’ enormous. He had his towel draped over one shoulder, no doubt because it wouldn’t have been big enough to close around his hips. Apart from his large stomach and limbs, his moobs were massive. Mr. Huge had a jowly handsome face. He was bald on top of his head, but his facial hair was extraordinary. He had an epic moustache, but no hair below his bottom lip. His lamb chop, let’s call them mutton chop sideburns were luxuriantly bushy, making his face look even broader than it was. All his features were bulky, and his eyes were mesmerizingly large and expressive.

As he stood triumphantly gazing at us, he removed his towel from his shoulder and let it dangle from one of his immense paws. He was now putting himself on display, and what a display it was! The man’s genitals were supersized. Mr. Huge had no self-doubt issues as he boldly displayed himself to his full glory, with a ‘come and get it’ attitude. This colossal hairy frame now stood looking at us, while moving his eyes from left to right. After Mt. Huge’s second scan, his gaze fixed on Mr. Effeminate. As I looked at Mr. Effeminate’s expression, who was sitting next to me, Mr. Effeminate had the look of a young schoolgirl who had just got asked for her first dance.

When I began to wonder what would happen next, Mr. Effeminate began to slide forward to the front of his mattress.

Once Mr. Effeminate had gotten to his feet, Mr. Huge cocked his head in an authoritative manner, gesturing for Mr. Effeminate to move next door. With compliant obedience, Mr. Effeminate did so on command.

The morbid fascination I felt was instantly echoed by my two fellow mattress associates, as we all got off the bunk and followed them next door to view the spectacle awaiting us.

By the time we arrived in the adjoining room, Mr. Effeminate was spread-eagled on the mattress on his stomach, awaiting his fate in a compression chamber.

It felt like I was in front of my television and again about to witness the mating ritual of elephant seals.

As Mr. Huge mounted the platform, he extended his mitt and probed the porthole awaiting him. Mr. Effeminate, was, apparently, a planner and had a well-lubricated cave primed for plundering. Nevertheless, Mr. Huge still added a generous helping of spit to his massive knob.

After lodging his knob, we all watched as Mr. Huge’s blubbery body brazenly began to batter the small seal underneath him. The grunts and wheezing that followed were astonishing.

It seemed unworldly as the mass of flesh lustfully shuddered in an exhibition of extreme fornication. Mr. Huge was no slouch and manically bounced about as his grunting became louder and louder. It looked exactly like the wildlife program I had watched.

By now, my fellow bunkmates and I all had our towels over our shoulders, as we excitedly tugged on our knobs as Mr. Huge just kept going.

In what was the most unbelievable climax I had ever had or witnessed, when Mr. Huge finally unloaded, all three of us watching also shot our loads in unison.

I had never imagined that a voyeuristic scene could’ve been so exciting.