Canada--Friday at the Sauna

Fort Erie—August, 2012

The last time I was at this sauna, built in the 1930’s, it was rundown and showing its age.  It had little in common with any of the slick and gleaming spas of Toronto or Chicago.  It was a true steam bath.  The weathered wood seats in the steam room could give you splinters.  Windows in some of the rooms could not open or the glass was cracked.  But there were fun men who went there.  I gave it another try.

It has been purchased by a spa chain.  Everything is new, clean and best of all, there are more play areas.  There is now a gloryholed slurp ramp, a dark video room with two beds, a sun deck with places to fuck, and best of all, a sling.  I arrived when it opened that day, at 10:00am.  I wanted to catch the lunch crowd and I had a great 6 hours.  Here are a few highlights…

The handsome attendant lets me in.  He tells me my room is upstairs, gives my crotch a squeeze and says he hopes I’ll save some for him--as I had last year.  I nod…

I strip and go back down to the steam room.  I want some unwinding time in the hot, damp room.  An older gentleman is already there.  As the steam billows around us, we fondle each other.  When I can no longer breathe, we go to the upstairs video room.  There are two triangular padded platforms where you can relax and watch the video.  Or fuck.  And that’s what the older gentleman needs.  I eat his hole for a while—getting him wet and slick.  I stand up and beat my cock on his hole.  “Fuck me with your raw cock.”  Well, that answers that question.  I do.  I love fucking guys who know how to use their hole.  He milks and squeezes my cock with the best of them.  We only stop because we both want to see who else has arrived.

We go downstairs.  The second smaller, drier steam room is packed.  A furry otter of about my age is the ring leader.  His mouth is everywhere:  on a shaved headed ex-military man in the top corner; on me when I sit beside him; on another beefy top who stands in the corner; on the older gentleman who follows me in.  Soon Bill, the otter, is going back and forth between me and Mr. Ex-Military.  The top has slid up the ass of older gentleman, fucking him noisily.  Mr. Ex-Military can’t take all the attention.  I am pinching his nipples as Bill sucks his big cock.  He warns Bill he’s about to blow.  Bill doesn’t move away.  He takes the load, groaning loudly.  Then, for whatever reason, Bill leans over and snow balls the load into my mouth.  I can’t believe it.  We kiss hungrily.  It cements us as a team for the rest of the day.    

The heat becomes oppressive.  Bill and I go up to the video room beds, followed by the older gentleman and the top from the corner.  It’s now about ass eating.  I eat Bill’s.  His hole seems as hungry as the rest of him.  Before I can slide in, he begs to eat my ass.  I get on all fours and let his tongue enter me.  I can hear the sounds of fucking from the other bed from the other two.

When Bill tires, I flip over on my back and get my head right to the edge of the padded platform.  “Sit on my face,” I tell him.  He stands on the floor and lowers his hairy ass onto my tongue.  I go deeper than before.  He’s so wet now.  I slurp and swallow, lick and open him up.  Finally I get up, and tell him I want to fuck him.  He jumps up on the platform.  He gets on all fours.  I stand on the floor.  I get my head in…he asks me to stop.  “Later.  Let me get opened up.”  The other top hears this, pulls out of the older gentleman and slips his decidedly smaller dick into Bill.  He seems to be taking him just fine.

I get up on the platform and feed Bill my cock, liking how it is shoved down his throat by the thrust from the fucking. 

“Try him now.”  The other top, a hairy man with a broad chest, pulls out of Bill.  His cock is small, but he has lots of wrinkly foreskin covering it.  I start to enter Bill again.  He panics and clamps down.  I stop and we all take a break.

Up on the sun deck, I get some head from a new arrival--handsome and the youngest of us there.  Bill works on the older gentleman’s cock.  A greased up sun worshiper watches us.  He gets on all fours and calls the guy who’s giving me head by name, demanding to be fucked.  Sucking me has given this guy a raging hard on.  He’s up the sun worshipper in no time.  I go over and work his nipples as he fucks.  Then go around to the sun worshipper’s mouth.  He’s all teeth—so I go back to the nipples.  Almost instantly, the handsome man grunts and shoots a load deep into the sun worshipper’s guts.   I bend to felch.  And stand up.  He’s not anywhere near clean enough for that.  “Fuck his load into me,” pleads the sun worshipper.  “Nice and deep.”  I pause, then do just that.  Then take a very hot shower….

Later in the day, I get Bill in the sling room.  I want to trade more rimming time.  While my face is buried up his ass, the other top, the older gentleman and the Attendant find us.  Soon the Attendant has slipped up Bill’s ass, giving him a major fuck.  I eat the Attendant’s ass on the back stroke.  The other top sits and watches, stroking.  The older gentleman moves over and sits on his cock, fucking himself.  When he rises, I crawl over and clean the other top’s cock, leaving him super wet and shiny.  He rises and replaces the Attendant up Bill.  He fucks him until the chains rattle.  I try one more time, but the same thing happens—his hole shuts down with my girth.

It’s the Attendant’s turn in the sling.  I rim, deeper now.  He groans and tells me to plow him.  I enter easily and hold.  Then do a slow build until I’m slamming him.  He grunts.  I pull out and the other top takes a turn.  He fucks until he’s on the edge of cumming then pulls out.   I slip back in.  I have found the Attendant’s prostate.  He is dripping cum on every stroke.  He squirts a huge load—one shot hitting his chin.  He goes off to clean up.  Bill has ambled away mid fuck.   Only the other top and I are left.  “Come here,” he tells me.  He’s sitting on the chair.  He catches my wrist and pulls me down.  My face is just above his crotch as he shoots his load into my beard.  “There—I thought you’d like that.”  He goes off to shower, leaving me licking at my goatee in the dim light of the sling room.

Still later—It’s just the Attendant and I left.  We are back in the sling room.  I lick and chew at his freshly showered hole.  I pull back and look at his inviting pucker.  “Can I breed you?”

“Fuck yeah.”

“Yeah,” I say, “Keep it in you the rest of the day.”

I open him.  I fuck.  I rim.  I fuck.  I swallow his copious ass juices.  I fuck harder.  I take a hit of poppers.  I am going to blow.

“Do it,” he tells me. “I’m gonna shoot too.” 

We shoot at the same moment.  A rarity.  His spasming hole on my cock feels incredible.  I collapse on his chest. 

It’s 4 o’clock on the dot.  My six hours are up.