The Workingmans' Sauna

Tommy was a magnificent bottom who most alphas would give their eyeteeth to have him in their clutches. He had the smaller stature of a world-class gymnast with a defined muscular frame that brought lustful tears to horny men’s eyes and excessive saliva to their lustful mouths. Tommy’s skin looked like alabaster. The light dusting of hair on his body and the mop of long hair on his head was the colour of an alloy that could only be created, from mixing gold and copper. Tommy’s boyish features and azure blue eyes were also totally arresting.

Tommy could’ve had the pick of any wealthy gay man in the world and lived in luxury, but that’s not what turned him on. Tommy liked his men rough, dirty, ugly, and grubby. The rank ripe reek of blue-collar guys was like an aphrodisiac to him, and he would often walk past building sites to observe grimy butch men covered with cement dust and muck.

Sadly, he was seldom successful in securing assignations with men like these. They were mostly straight and although he got lucky with the odd stray from time to time, unfortunately, these occurrences were few and far between.

All Tommy’s fantasies were about being gangbanged by a pack of sex-starved aggressive men. Tommy wanted it hard and merciless, like a stray bitch in heat, surrounded by a growling pack of wolves.

As luck would have it, he got in involved in a chat room with a German guy named Helmut, one evening, and learned about a place that would offer him the nirvana he had always sought. Tommy’s mom was German, and he was proficient in both the English and the German languages. According to the guy he was conversing with, there was a sauna in one of the northern German cities that catered for his exact needs. The place was described as hectic and if one entered, you did so at your own risk.

The place was called ‘Der Arbeiter-Sauna’ (The Workingmans’ Sauna) and was mostly frequented by very rough guys.

‘Bingo!’ Tommy thought. There and then he decided that he would move heaven and earth to visit this place.

With leave due to him, he planned a week-long visit to this city. He had been told that the sauna was closed on Mondays and Tuesdays and although activity at the sauna was quieter from Wednesdays to Fridays, on Saturdays and Sundays the place really pumped. There were a great many factories in the area, and as if this news wasn’t good enough, many of the patrons were also rough fishermen.

Tommy arrived in the city on Tuesday evening and was very excited about the five-day fuck-fest that lay ahead for him. The sauna was open daily from midday till nine p.m.

On Wednesday, he was one of the first patrons to arrive at Der Arbeiter-Sauna at noon.

Although the interior of the sauna was modern, the management had successfully managed to create a very industrial/hyper-masculine atmosphere. It was all on one level and had a workingmen’s pub, dark rooms, sling rooms, fuck rooms, several saunas, and two large steam rooms. Naturally, there were large television screens everywhere, and the porn being shown was of an extreme nature. Apparently, on the quieter days, only two of the saunas and one steam room were operational.

Cognisant that this was Tommy’s first visit, the man at the reception desk mentioned two things to Tommy. Firstly, he said that given Tommy’s looks he was going to be very popular and hoped that Tommy was aware of the rough nature of the place. Secondly, that all the areas in the establishment were very well soundproofed, so calling for help wasn’t going to be effective. This last bit of information the receptionist relayed with a salacious grin, was that thus far there hadn’t been any fatalities at the establishment. Tommy thanked him before moving off to the locker room.

The place seemed completely uninhabited and Tommy’s heart began to sink, as he ruminated on the fact that his first day in heaven might turn out to be a total failure. Nevertheless, he made his way to the operational steam room, hoping that matters might improve.

To his delight, two men entered the steam room several minutes later. As they entered chatting, their eyes lit up as they observed Tommy. They presently took a seat across from him and continued their banter, constantly gazing in his direction. As they communicated, he ascertained that one man was named Max, and the second, Dieter. Tommy soon realised that they were fishermen on a two-day break from their boats.

Both guys were bulky and rough looking. In addition, they were covered in tattoos, just the way Tommy liked his men. Max had a clean-shaven dome and face, and Dieter had medium length curly hair and a full beard. Max’s face was round and jowly, bordering on handsome. Dieter, in contrast, was swarthy and ugly. Tommy was pleased to see that both guys appeared to be well-endowed, an observation that became clearer as both men began to fiddle with their knobs. Max and Dieter now fixedly stared at Tommy as their cocks became fully erect.

Max’s dick looked like a rhino horn, with a very thick base that tapered to a foreskin overhang. In contrast, Dieter was cut, which Tommy found unusual for a European, and the thick shaft of his dick was topped by what looked like a shiny large red apple. A further fascination for Tommy was that Dieter’s left little finger and ring finger was missing. It was if they had been sliced off right up to his wrist. When Max and Dieter finally arose and moved in Tommy’s direction, Tommy’s heart began to beat faster with excitement.

Max sat down next to Tommy’s right side, and Dieter took up station in front of Tommy. Without pause, Dieter lifted Tommy off his seat and after clamping Tommy’s body in his right arm, his left hand drew Tommy’s head towards his lips. Dieter was not a gentle kisser and as their mouths mashed together, Tommy heard copious spitting sounds behind him, before Max’s wet fingers began to explore his backside. Max was as rough as Dieter and soon two fingers were spearing into Tommy’s arse. As Max’s fingers gathered intensity, a third finger was added. Shortly, Max’s other hand commenced administering slaps to Tommy’s butt cheeks as Dieter continued his oral onslaught on Tommy’s lips.

Not long after, Tommy’s body was turned and as he felt torso being pulled downwards, Max’s strong hands took hold of his head, completing Tommy’s journey towards Max’s pungent crotch. As Tommy began to nibble on Max’s ample foreskin, he felt the right side of hips being clamped against Dieter’s body. Dieter’s left hand then began to explore Tommy’s pucker. Again there was nothing tender about Dieter’s approach and soon the only three digits of his left hand were being impaled into Tommy’s arse. As Dieter’s stabbing gathered momentum, Max lost patience with Tommy nibbling and after slapping Tommy’s hand away, pulled Tommy’s head down onto his horn.

From behind him, Tommy could feel enormous pressure from Dieter’s hand and instinctively knew that Dieter was going to fist him. As much as Tommy loved this onslaught, he was very pleased about Dieter’s missing knuckles. When he felt Dieter’s thick wrist boring into his backside, he let out a garbled yelp on Max’s dick. As a reward, Tommy’s head was yanked upward and when he was at eye-level with Max, a huge blob of spit was blasted onto his face. Instantly, his head was again lowered onto Max’s horn as Dieter began to churn his wrist in Tommy’s butt.

As this attack continued, Tommy heard the banter of the voices of men who had joined in to watch the action. As the din of horny ranting around them escalated Tommy’s elation kept growing.

One of the spectators then asked Max if he could unload into ‘the bitch’s mouth.’ Strangely, Max refused, but did go on to say that all the guys were welcome to shoot their loads all over his dick, so that the ‘whore’ could eat their spunk off his cock. This information was met with a general exclamation of consent from the onlookers.

By now Dieter had withdrawn his arm, and instantly Tommy felt the huge apple-headed knob at his manhole. Again there was no gentleness as Max simply shunted his thick meat into Tommy manhole. As Tommy yelped his head was again lifted. This time, however, Tommy first got a slap to his face before the next gust of saliva from Max followed.

Before Tommy could be forced back onto the horn, spectator number one was ready to unload. As he moved in, his dick spewed cock-snot all over Max’s knob. With an approving grunt, Max then pushed Tommy’s head down again, rubbing Tommy’s face in all the muck. A succession of loads followed from the viewers, with the odd discharge of spit from Max. With his face drenched with cum, Tommy sucked, licked and savoured, as his backside got pounded by Mr Apple behind him. Tommy had indeed found heaven on earth!

After Dieter had shot his load, Max quickly took up station behind Tommy and sprayed his offering into Tommy’s happy arse as well.

When Tommy finally left the steam room he had a well-earned shower. After he had luxuriated in the warm water, he grabbed his towel and began to dry himself.

As Tommy was about to leave the shower area, he could already taste the beer he was about to enjoy.

Unfortunately, Tommy’s path was blocked by Germany’s own; ‘Michelin Man.’ The man blocking the doorway was fucking huge. Tommy liked them big, but this guy was simply ridiculous. What made Tommy rather nervous was the look of lustful fascination on the giant’s face.

Tommy gracefully asked the guy to allow him past, but the ogre just glared at him. Tommy was rather relieved when the monster finally stepped aside opening an exit. Tommy’s relief was short-lived, however, because as Tommy passed by a huge hand clamped onto the back of his neck. With Tommy’s feet scarcely touching the ground, his body was propelled towards one of the cubicles.

Once the cubicle door was bolted shut, Tommy suspected that he might become the first fatality that the receptionist had joked about. Axel, the Michelin Man’s name, as Tommy would later find out, pulled both towels off their bodies. In the brief time that Tommy was able to observe Axel’s cock, Tommy saw an incredibly thick stubby knob, with a foreskin so tight that it appeared to be glued to the glans. Shortly, Tommy was on his stomach as a mountain of flesh began to cover him. Tommy felt like a small egg onto which a huge brood hen had just settled.

As the mass above melded itself onto him, Tommy became aware of Axel’s loud breathing, which became louder by the second. As Axel wriggled above him, snorts and grunts joined the cacophony of sexual noises that Tommy would have to endure during their entire session. It also became clear that Axel was trying to locate Tommy’s manhole, as his very stiff knob prodded anxiously. Once located, as Axel began to stab Tommy’s butt manically Axel used his feet for traction to escalate his thrusting. Axel’s entire body wobbled as Tommy’s arse got frantically thumped. The burst of noise from above as Axel finally unloaded, was almost deafening.

Axel did not move off Tommy afterward and was as if the hen was happy to keep protecting its egg. Apart from the stiff knob that Tommy still had embedded in him and did not appear to be deflating, Tommy was also aware of the excessive moisture that was now coating him, as rivers of perspiration flowed off Axel.

Tommy found his confinement oddly erotic. He had never before had sex with such a large man and was surprised how much he liked it, much like a dish one had not tried formally and now found to be delectable.

Not long after, the mound above Tommy reawakened and the roaring of the engine once again got underway. Axel took things a little slower this time wanting to make it last as long as possible. Axel had never had anyone this mouth-watering before, and was not about to miss out on a second helping. Axel also began to lick Tommy’s head, occasionally turning it from side to side as he leisurely pummelled Tommy arse.

When Axel finally came, the two of them were exhausted and Tommy was actually relieved when the brooding hen finally relinquished its treasure. Axel was a nightshift worker, and always spent a few hours at this sauna in the afternoons. Naturally, for the remainder of Tommy’s stay, their trysts became a daily occurrence.

After another shower Tommy ultimately made it to the bar for the overdue and well-earned drink.

Twenty minutes later Tommy was firstly joined by Herman at the bar, and then a friend of Herman’s named Markus, a few minutes later.

Both men appeared to be in their sixties and were of similar stature. They were lanky and fairly unattractive, but charming, nevertheless. Tommy had never had sex with anyone older than forty-five before this and so he wasn’t particularly interested in this duo. This was soon to change, however. With one of the guys on either side of him, they sat on their bar stools chatting and sipping their beers. Gradually one, and then the other man, began to touch Tommy in one or other way.

Then Markus opened the front of his own towel, apparently needing to scratch the top of his thigh. As Tommy ogled Markus’ crotch, which was now on full display, his jaw almost hit the floor. Markus had a magnificent uncut cock that would make a donkey envious. Not to be outdone, Herman followed suit and also displayed his jewels. Although not as long as Markus’ dick, Herman’s uncut cock was almost equally as impressive, and in fact, appeared to be thicker than Markus’.

A funny thought crossed Tommy’s mind as he contemplated the ‘sales pitch’ that these two guys were making. Any ageist notions that Tommy may have felt were definitely being dispelled by their inspiring proposition.

Horny again and wanting to move things along, Tommy suggested a visit to the steam room.

As the three entered, there was a trio in action in the steam room. Two brawny brutes had hold of a smaller guy and as the seated thug face-fucked the smaller guy, the other bully administered vicious slaps to the little guy’s backside. Tommy was intrigued and would have liked to stay on, but Markus quickly suggested they find a quieter spot. Tommy reckoned that Markus and Herman were worried about having to share him with the two brutes.

Once they arrived at one of the larger cubicles, the door was locked behind them.

After dispensing with their towels, the trio amalgamated close to the plastic-covered bunk that was to be found in all the cubicles. As Tommy’s head was moved from mouth to mouth, his body was sensually caressed. Tommy’s hands fondled their knobs as a slow and leisurely pace was maintained. Gradually, Herman began to move behind Tommy as Markus took full control of his mouth from the front.

Tommy and Markus toyed with one another’s cocks, as Herman began his unhurried entrance into Tommy’s arse. Tommy couldn’t believe how good Herman’s dick felt as it slid further and further into him. When Herman commenced thrusting, Tommy let out a long contented sigh.

Not long after that, Markus began orchestrating matters by suggesting that Herman lie on the bunk, and that Tommy impale himself on Herman’ knob. Once this was done, Markus climbed on the bunk and presented his dick to Tommy’s mouth. After enough saliva had begun to form, Markus told hold of Tommy’s head firmly and began to coax Tommy’s throat muscles into submission. Tommy was a cock-sucker of note, but even he was impressed by how much dick his throat was capable of swallowing.

After several minutes, Markus extracted his knob from Tommy’s mouth and climbed off the bunk. Herman now pulled Tommy’s torso downwards and as his arms locked onto Tommy’s torso they began kissing. With Tommy’s legs spread wide over Herman’s closed legs, Tommy felt Markus move in behind him. Tommy instantly knew what would follow and given the size of these men’s dicks, became rather nervous. Tommy had been double-fucked before, but never by two huge cocks like theirs. He thought of baling, but Herman’s grip on him left him in no doubt that they were going to have their way with him.

A soothing voice from behind told Tommy to relax as Markus’s hands also caressed his back. Then Tommy started to feel the pressure of the second dick demanding entry. Tommy began to wince and yelp as the second head popped into him. Tommy gasped, inch by inch as Markus conquered his hole. Finally all in, the two swords fighters held still momentarily. Thankfully, the discomfort began to abate before Markus got going.

Hot as he found this scene, Tommy, nevertheless, hoped it wouldn’t endure for too long. A couple of minutes later, to Tommy’s relief, Herman announced that he was about to cum.

After Herman’s knob had slipped out, Markus got into full stride and fucked Tommy’s arse solidly. Markus then again redirected operations, telling Tommy to turn his body around and place his manhole over Herman’s face. When Herman began to lick Tommy’s puffy lips, Markus again stood and commenced skull-fucking Tommy.

Displaying harshness for the very first time, Markus barked, “I want to shoot my fucking load straight down your fucking throat, do you get me, boy?”

All Tommy could manage was a garbled, “Yes,” of sorts.

When Markus’ cum erupted, Tommy almost choked, but quickly regained his composure.

After a brief kissing session afterward, Markus and Herman announced that they needed to be on their way.

Tommy now made his way to the showers once more. After another enjoyable shower, Tommy planned to make his way back to the bar. Passing the steam room en route, however, a devilish horniness once more overcame him, as he thought about the earlier scene with the two brutes that he missed out on.

When Tommy entered the steam room he observed that there were only two men inside. From their banter, he quickly discerned their names. Evrard, who was the man to his right, had his entire body covered with tattoos. Evrard was lanky and sinewy, and scary looking. His eyebrows and ears were heavily studded, and he had a ring hanging off the bottom of his nose.

The other guy to Tommy left was Gunther. Gunther was big and brawny and Tommy immediately realized that he was the backside slapper Tommy had earlier observed. Gunther had a large square head with a thick scar running down the right side of his face. His good looks, however, were nullified by the rather cruel scowl that his face bore.

As Tommy observed the seated men they were toying with their dicks. Gunther had a thick and meaty fair-skinned uncut cock, with a pronounced downward curve. Evrard’s knob was long and thin, with a foreskin covered bulbous head at the top.

Gunther shortly arose and approached Tommy. Without pause, he pulled Tommy’s upward, before turning Tommy’s body with his left hand securely gripping the back of Tommy’s neck. Gunther now began to smack Tommy’s arse very hard. The stinging send shivers of lust through Tommy’s body, as Tommy yelped his appreciation.

After Tommy’s backside had developed a lovely red glow, Gunther moved behind him and buried his fillet of beef, balls deep into Tommy’s backside. Lifting Tommy’s body off the ground he now paraded around the room with Tommy hanging off the front of him. This scenario exacted raucous laughter and appreciative handclapping from Evrard.

Soon, Evrard asked Gunther to bring Tommy’s mouth over to him for a throat thrusting. After Gunther obliged, Evrard steadied Tommy’s head before he started skull-fucking him. With Tommy’s feet finally touching the floor, Gunther really commenced fucking Tommy’s arse vigorously.

Tommy was totally intrigued by Evrard’s dick-head as it emerged from the drapes of its confinement. The sharp smell emanating from Evrard’s unsheathed hood also pleased Tommy enormously. For the next few minutes, Tommy enjoyed what would be his finale of the day. As Gunther unloaded into his arse, the piquant lava flow from Evrard’s knob bubbled into his eager mouth.

As Tommy walked back to his hotel he let giggled incessantly, thinking about the next four days that lay ahead.