I’ve got a little story about visiting a sauna in London. I’d been out with friends for the afternoon, and then the evening, and there had been a gradual intake of delicious cold drinks over the hours. So by the time I waved people goodbye at the station, I was feeling rather horny. I was in the mood for some man-on-man fun, the more anonymous the better. And you know what that means: Sauna Time!

I popped to a cashpoint, and then walked to a gay sauna a couple of minutes from the station. Having paid, I ascended the stairs to the changing room, stripped, wrapped myself in a towel only just big enough for me, and wandered down to where I hoped the action was.

I always start my visits to a sauna by taking a walk around, getting a feel of where most of the men are. First stop, steam room. Three or four guys there. I love a steam room, but nobody was drawing me in.

So I tried the darkroom next. Even in pitch darkness, the heavy breathing and sweat told me it was nearly full. I took my towel off and slung it over my shoulder. Within seconds, there was a hand on my right hip, then my left, gently pulling me forward. This was swiftly followed by a warm, very wet, mouth that engulfed my hardening cock and brought it to attention. The mouth, almost immediately knowing its job was done, relinquished my erection.

I then felt a hand carefully putting a condom on me, then smearing my rubber-covered member with lube. My would-be fuck-buddy then got up, turned around, bent over, and used his hands to guide me inside him. I held his hips and slid back and forth inside his body. I generally prefer to bottom than to top, but I can’t deny that it felt fantastic.

Before long, the other men in the darkroom wanted a piece of the action too. We both felt hands all over us. I felt fingers stroking and squeezing my sensitive, sticky-out nipples, which sent sparks to my brain. Another hand explored my anonymous lover’s arse, in passing ascertaining that the cock penetrating it did have a condom on. I then felt one finger, then two, exploring my own fuckhole, sliding inside me, exploring my insides. It felt really horny, perhaps a bit too much, so I whispered, “Let’s go upstairs” and withdrew from him. He agreed, and we both left for the private rooms.

I recognised him immediately as we climbed the stairs. I’d seen him in a soap on tv, but I said nothing; all that mattered to me now was to enter this lovely man’s body once more, and fuck him good.

We found a private cabin, I put on another condom, we lubed each other up, and I took him once more, again from behind. We fucked gently, building up a tempo. I reached around to touch his nipples, and then stroke his cock, which was smaller than mine, but rock hard. I got the feeling that I was going to find it hard to cum tonight (the feeling of being inside an arse doesn’t compare to a pussy, for me), but I was certain that my gorgeous young fuckee should enjoy a happy finish.

I started wanking him as my cock continued to slide back and forth inside him, building up the pace, until he gasped, tensed, and I felt his hot cum all over my fingers. I gently stopped, and continued to softly hold his limpening cock. He stood and turned to me, forcing me to let go. He then put his hands on my cheeks and gave me the most erotic kiss I’ve ever had from a man, his soft tongue insistently exploring mine.

He put his towel back on, and left the cabin. I gave him a few seconds’ head start and followed. After a quick shower, I walked out into the main area of the sauna, but didn’t see him again. Still, I went there for the anonymity, and so, it seems, did he…