Introduction

I’d started visiting the local gay sauna’s just after turning 18, I’d been a couple of times before – this one was slightly different.

At that time, I always went to Acqua in Blackpool, I hadn’t tried any of the others, and posted my tales on a well-known (now defunct cottaging) website/forum. Being 18, closer to 19, my stories and pictures got a bit of attention! Messages and so on. I’d check the forum posts and guys would say when they’d be at various saunas.

One day I got a message from a married bi guy who was local to me. He was 36 at the time (the thought of him being double my age aroused me even more) and we got to messaging. He told me that his wife knew about his bi side and was happy for him to explore it, and he also enjoyed going to Acqua, suggesting we met up at some point. Well – this is where the excitement overtook me – and on one nervous and thrilling day I agreed.

We arranged to meet up in the afternoon of the next Saturday as he was away on business currently, swapped phone numbers (“Oh god someone now knows my phone number! What if…?” raced through my horny young mind (but there was nothing to worry about)).

On the day we had arranged to meet up in a public place a short walk away from the sauna in the north end of Blackpool. I felt comfortable with this and arriving at the meeting spot I only waited about 5 minutes before someone I thought I recognised started loitering around. Too shy – and cautious – to approach him directly, I called the number I had been given whilst looking at the stranger – to my delight he answered! I can’t remember what awkward thing I said but put the phone down and went over to him.

His pictures on the site were spot on – he certainly hadn’t lied. He was just over about 6ft tall, taller than me, average build, with a kind face. He looked his age, but in a good way. We exchanged pleasantries before he suggested we head on over.

Leading in front of me, during the short walk, idle chat about God knows what occurred. If he was nervous, or even excited, he didn’t show it. He was obviously experienced – and confident – something I wasn’t. This made me more attracted to him for certain.

We’d talked online about what we were into, limits, we’d even agreed a safeword if either one of us felt things were going too fast or getting out of hand. I’d admitted to him, maybe in a roundabout way (again, new, nervous, shy) I was a sub – and he liked that. I must say him leading in front towards the sauna got me right into my sub headspace during the short walk.

When we arrived, he rang the buzzer, and we went in. The guy behind the desk (which also ran as a bit of a sex shop back then – massive dildos and all sorts of toys – not sure if it still is haven’t been back for a while?) greeted us and after my master – yes… that’s what he was now – had paid for our entry we went into the locker room.

The locker room was strange – I’d been here before I knew the layout and what to do – but whilst we both undressed and wrapped the small towels around our waists – no conversation happened. I was getting worried, is he not interested, what have I said, but it was all just the demons in my mind.

I always took my time undressing – still do – it’s part of the enjoyment, slowly getting naked in a public setting around strangers (although the locker room was empty apart from us two). When I’d finished, I saw a smile grin across his face as all my nerves washed away in an instant. He asked if I was ready and with a nod, we proceeded deeper inside…

The Sauna

We started (as anyone should!) by visiting the showers. If memory serves, they were located right opposite the Jacuzzi when exiting the locker room. Rubbing my body under the warm water, I felt myself beginning to throb and expand to a semi, the thought of the fun to come and seeing his body glistening in the water. He had a great cock, it wasn’t massive – but it wasn’t small. Uncut (like me), his trimmed pubic hair soaking in the water, it was almost hypnotic to see his girthy manhood in person.

Showering over, and towels back on, he gave me a look with a smile – I knew what it meant “Follow me” – and we proceeded on through. As he led, he took my hand, in a gentle yet almost guiding way, his soft hand against mine raged my mind even more.

He led me straight past the jacuzzi, into the lounge area where some very older heavy-set guys in towels sat on the sofa’s were deep into conversation. As we walked in, my hard 18-year-old cock protruding from my loosely wrapped towel, they both stopped, and I could feel their eyes upon me. He walked me into the straight porn room, but no-one was in there, and we left as soon as we entered. As we carried on, his hand guiding mine, we walked towards the stairs to the upper level, stopping briefly inside each playroom. It was here it dawned on me – he was showing me off – advertising me to all the horny men in the sauna.

As he led me up the stairs that feeling of someone following close behind came over me. His short towel revealing not only his tight bottom and between it full ball sack, but only now writing this up realising what I must have been presenting to the men following behind!

At the top of the stairs, we turned the corner and headed straight, I knew where we were going. Straight in front of us an array of gloryhole cabins lined the wall. I’d been here before, always choosing the one on the end (to not get too many awaiting cocks at once) but walking towards the middle one he wrapped his hand around my waist and gently pushed me inside.

Locking the door behind him, I could hear the faint muttering, mumbling and thud of the men outside. His hand now tugged slightly at my loose towel, and it fell to the floor, my hard throbbing cock exposed. Without saying a word, he grinned, placed his hand gently on the top of my head, and applied pressure so I was commanded to kneel. Twisting slightly as I did, the first cock through the gloryhole was already shoved through and presenting itself.

My hand wrapped around its shaft as my mouth encompassed its bulging head. The taste of cock – especially stranger cock – it’s incredibly arousing and my exposed penis felt now as if it would fly away from my body! My master bobbing my head for the initial thrusting, released his hand and stood back watching enjoying the sight. I continued sucking the anonymous cock presented to me though the hole for several minutes before – without warning – my mouth was filled by hot, thick, salty cum.

Gagging slightly, I released the cock from my grasp as the cooling thick spunk dribbled out of my mouth. It drooled down my chin down onto the floor between my knees as my master’s hand yet again found the top of my head. It immediately tilted me to the other side of the gloryhole where another throbbing – yes it was pulsating – veiny cock was awaiting my service. He guided my face right into it and still with a mouth half full of cum, I began sucking this other stranger, the meaty taste of his cock mixing with the salty load in my mouth.

My master kept his hand on the top of my head, forcing it to suck the stranger’s cock with every thrust. From the corner of my eye, I could see now his towel had also dropped to the floor, now fully erect watching me service these strangers his free hand was slowly moving his foreskin back and forth over his purple head.

He saw me looking and held my head with one large thrust against the wall. The guy behind it pausing for a second began thrusting straight into my mouth. He must have not lasted more than 30 seconds – his cockhead finding my tonsils – before another eruption of cum flooded my mouth. My master held my head against the wall as it flooded in, coughing, yet again more spilled to the floor.

At this point he’d had enough of watching me, unlocked the door, and opened it. As it opened wide, I could see a crowd of 5 guys, all middle aged, peer into the open doorway – awaiting their turn at the gloryhole. He took my hand again, more forcefully this time and pulled me to my feet. He smiled yet again and asked me to 69 him, I agreed.

Leading me out of the gloryhole and through the crowd, around the corner, we found a black vinyl mattress, completely exposed to any passers-by, no privacy at all. Placing me in the centre, his hand on my shoulder guided me down lying on the sticky vinyl beneath.

As I lay there in the semi lit darkness staring up at the ceiling a nice thick hard cock and hairy set of balls came into view. My master was straddling over me, lowing his manhood slowly into my open still spunk covered mouth. As his cock slowly delved its way down my throat, as he took mine into his, pulses of excitement ran over my body.

Slowly his hips moved, bringing his cock in and out of my mouth as his thighs clamped around my head leaving me helpless on the floor. As his thrusting become more frequent and my gagging on his hard thick cock was more visceral, from the corner of my eye I could see the audience we had amassed. Men of all ages were crowded around watching the live sex show in front of them, the spit flowing out of my mouth with each thrust mixing with the anonymous cum still on my chin from before.

Some were wanking themselves out in the open, some still with the towel covering them, all intensely focused on me and my defilement for everyone to see.

We were there on the floor fucking each other’s mouths for 5 minutes before without warning my masters thighs clamped harder around my head as his cock began pulsing. Shot after shot of cum began to flood my mouth whilst he pressed his hard cock as deep as it could go into my throat. I couldn’t help but splutter and cough as it flooded in.

After a few more thrusts of postcoital joy my master unmounted my face and stood up, bending down to pull me up. My cock was still rock hard and now covered in the slight wetness of a loving mouth. I hadn’t cum at all, although my cock was begging for release – my master wasn’t going to allow me to.

Taking me by the hand we picked up our towels but didn’t stop to put them on. He led me through the crowd of men who had watched our show and back down the stairs. Walking fully naked, my cock still rock hard, through the lounge area where a few men who had missed out on the action looked both shocked and amused by this sight.

He led me back into the showers and came behind me. Washing together, his hands ran briefly over my body, cleaning the sweat and cum off me.

It’s now he left me. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t even look at me. He left me in the shower, went to the locker room and left.

I was stood there under the running water, still hard, excited, thrilled by the experience and begging to cum, confused.

After aimlessly showering myself for another 5 minutes I went into the locker room, changed and left. My way home was filled with excitement from the events today, my cock obviously straining to escape my jeans to passers-by.

When I got home immediately, I began wanking to what had just taken place. The faint aftertaste of cock still in my mouth mixed with the salty flem like texture of cum. I must have came 3 times in a row stroking my cock to those thoughts.

Later that night (although I didn’t see it until the next day) my master messaged me online. He said how much he had enjoyed our session, and how his wife enjoyed hearing about it. A picture contained within of her in black lingerie sucking on his cock made me jerk off yet again right then.

We never spoke again, or met up – that I know of… of course he could have been behind the hole on my many other adventures…

I still think back to that experience, the audience watching me being throat fucked. Load after load being forced down my throat. Being totally submissive to a complete gentleman who gave me what I not only deserved but craved.