Gay sauna I used to visit yrs ago North Manchester ..... ground floor was a reception, changing room, then through a door into the semi dark. ........ two small 'Treatment rooms' where you could get a massage ..... and more ...... a plunge pool, a sauna and a steam room ...... door at the back led down a dark corridor to another room, seating and areas to lie down all made from scaffolding planks and tubes.......very very horny in a Butch workman, sleazy 70's/80's style.
Walk past that room head upstairs ....... a few dozen private cabins, cafe, gloryhole room and maze, ,,,,,,, dark corners, holes in the walls ............
Used to go on a Sunday, always busy, they often ahd a male stripper on, getting guys to join in with his act. There was a Masseur, very attractive, tall mid 30's, dark hair and beard, twinkling eyes, handsome, lean body ...... wore a white short-sleeved tunic, like dentists do, black trousers and sandals. Whenever he saw me he'd flirt like crazy, telling me I should have a massage ,........ one afternoon we were chatting in Reception as I arrived, feeling horny I told him I'd drop in to his room an hour later and that 'I want to get some cock fun first' ...... sucked in the gloryholes, wanked and kissed in the steam room, nipples teased in a main room with others watching........ sucked in the plunge pool.
I didn't allow anyone to de-spunk me so when I got to his room later I was still hard, full of cum ....... it was dimly lit with two incense candles burning, music playing softly. He told me to lie face down on the bed and as I lay on my stomach he slowly tugged the towel from under me leaving me naked. I looked around the room ....... large posters and photographs on the walls ........ oiled, muscular men, some naked in workboots, some in denim jeans, leather vests, all with thick heavy cocks on display. He walked in front of me to a table and I watched as he poured oil into his palms then he moved behind me and started at my ankles, very slow, strong, strokes along my legs .... his hands coated in the oil, firm yet gentle ...... the oil warm on my flesh. I closed my eyes relaxing to the sensation ...... yet my cock was rigid under my stomach ......... I fantasised him ordering me to turn over, exposing my cock and balls then him roughly tossing me ...... his hands were slowly moving up my thighs, across my cheeks and to my lower back ........ he paused, poured more oil into his hands then standing in front of me, began to work my shoulders and neck ......... I'd been hard ever since he touched me and knew I was leaking pre cum as his perfumed, oiled hands, worked my body. It was obvious he was hard himself ....... a very noticeable bulge in his trousers, inches from my face. He told me to lie on my back and as I rolled over and he saw my rigid cock I heard him murmur 'mmmmmmmmm, that looks lovely'.
His hands moved very very slowly down my body from my neck, across my chest, brushing my nipples, 'accidentally' pinching them, noticing my cock twitch as he did....... then circling my stiff cock and tight balls, not touching them, teasing me as, leaning down across my body I felt his cock brushing my face. I was naked, covered, head to toe in warm, perfumed oil when he commented on my shaved cock and balls ...... telling me I'd missed a few hairs and would I like him to 'attend' to that. I told him to go ahead, I'd like that ...... and wiping his hands he picked up a razor and a tube, released some gel into his hand then positioned himself at the foot of the bed looking along my body, watching my face as he took hold of my cock and worked the gel into a white foam. I was solid, like a pole as he pulled my cock towards his face and gently began shaving my shaft and balls, delicately gliding the blade over my taut sac, leaning so close I could feel his hot breath on the tip of my cock. He was taking his time, he applied the gel three times though there was nothing left to remove but the act of him shaving me was so erotic I just lay back, stiffer with each touch of his strong, gentle hands, enjoying the attention.
He began asking me what 'adventures' I'd had since arriving, wanting all the details of each cock, how many sucked, wanked me ...... had I spunked? It was only then I realised he was slowly wanking me .... a horny question with each stroke. When I told him I hadn't spunked all day, that my balls were still full he murmured approvingly again, leaning in staring at them, swollen, viened. He looked directly at me and said 'Would you like me to release your creamy spunk?'
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