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By *rgeo OP Man
1 week ago
WOLVERHAMPTON |
This time George arrived much later. It had just gone six o'clock. The car park was almost full but his favourite space by the main entrance was free. He collected a few items from the boot of the car - a water bottle, his glasses, aromas - and walked over. He pressed the buzzer, entered and handed over his membership card and payment. As he collected his towel, a cute young Indian guy came up behind him and handed in his locker key. They looked at one another, nodded and smiled. One in, one out.
This week's events ran almost in reverse to what had happened to him last time. The fun started in the jacuzzi where last week it had ended with him and three other men together. Now there were just two of them, kissing and groping one another. Before joining in George watched very carefully as they looked at each other. They were both good-looking men and it was thrilling to see them gazing into each other's eyes, smiling, aroused, hungry for one another.
He was sat right next to them and was able to reach and stroke them both. They were both very happy to have him join in with their fun, each of them kissing him in turn and then all three of them kissing together. This carried on for about five minutes and then George got up and left to explore the rest of the rooms. As we waded across the jacuzzi, his penis felt thick and heavy, semi-erect, boosted with confidence. All day he had been feeling tired and out of sorts, not really caring if he visited the sauna today or not. But he had pushed himself to come. Now the tiredness had gone and a new energy ran through him.
Usually, he left going down into the dungeon until much later in his visit. In the past, going down into the dark room had always felt like a last resort, a desperate attempt to find anyone available in a place where a man could hide his features and his age. But lately he had come to view it all very differently and was starting to enjoy the prospect of having to cope with whatever was thrown at him.
A tall young man was lying face down on one of the benches. He was the only man there, the rest of the room empty. The tall man was well-built but not fat. Perhaps he was in his 30s or 40s; it was difficult to tell in the dim light. George stroked the man's legs and began to give him a massage, pressing into the man's thigh and calf muscles, rubbing his ankles, caressing his feet. George ran his fingers over the man's back and up to his shoulder. There were gentle murmurs from the man.
Around the man's buttocks there was the feel of lubricant and it was easy for George to slip his thumb into the crack and let it go deep inside. The man moaned and moved slightly to open a bottle of aromas and take a deep sniff. George rubbed the guy's flesh while his other hand opened him up.
A black guy appeared and joined in, standing at the side so that the tall man could lick and suck his cock. For the moment he didn't interact with George. Instead they both focused on pleasuring the tall guy. Obviously, the tall lad was keen to be fucked, but this was equally good for him. George's cock was pleased too, proudly full, warm and tender.
After a few minutes, the black guy pulled George towards him and they rubbed their bodies against each other. He was slightly taller than George. His cock was firm against George's belly. He felt down and played with his cock, complimenting it.
Then the three of them started talking to each other. Silly comments, trivial questions, while they carried on playing with each other. The fact that they were communicating verbally while touching each other added a new intensity to the exchange. It felt just like three men at work on their lunch break, feeling each other's cocks while passing the time of day. It was the intensity of normality perhaps. |
