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By *rgeo OP Man
6 weeks ago
WOLVERHAMPTON |
The original aim of George’s trips to the sauna had been to find ways of having as much sex as possible with hot young men. In this endeavour, George had been successful. Even tonight, on his seventh visit, there were plenty of young men inviting him, not rejecting his advances. There was a young south asian guy, maybe not more than twenty, who let George kiss and caress his body in the steam room. There was another young guy, with a firm, athletic body, perhaps about thirty, who perched with his bottom in the air, waiting for George’s hands and lips to explore him. This young man lay with his towel over his head, enjoying the thrill of not knowing who was touching him. He moaned and squirmed as George stroked him on the back. George pushed up closer to him, letting his cock rest in his arse crack. George wasn’t hard enough to enter the lad, but his thick cock rubbed comfortably up and down the crack, promisingly. George knelt down and nibbled the boy’s cheeks, then put his tongue inside him. The hole was already well lubricated and George added his own saliva to the fruity scented anus. He pressed in hard, his face pushing into the boy’s buttocks. The lad groaned thankfully from underneath his towel. Then George withdrew his tongue and pushed deep inside with his thumb, feeling the lad’s body flex and tense around it.
On entering the sauna, George had arrived at the same time as a tall, slender ginger-headed guy. He had a firm and friendly face, handsome, about thirty years younger than George. His body was tight and muscular. In the changing room they had adjacent lockers. They chatted amiably, glad to be where they were and both looking forward to the delights ahead. Later, in the steam room, the ginger-headed lad found George with his mouth around another man’s cock. They winked at one another. Later still they sat together in the jacuzzi and played with one another. At the end of the evening, they sat together in the cafe, flirting, chatting, laughing, with another friend from the jacuzzi. The other man was a good-looking older man, about ten years younger than George. They had spent at least half-an-hour with each other in the water, kissing, fondling and cuddling. They had been talking as they played, casually stroking cocks on either side of them as the opportunity arose. It was relaxed, friendly, male camaraderie at its best.
Looking back on the evening, George realised it had been like a prolonged session of edging for him, as he moved from room to room and from man to man. First there was a man in the dark room, slim, smooth, sensual, who kissed George on the lips and worked him up into a heightened state by rubbing and tweaking his nipples. This made George weak at the knees. He felt himself falling under the spell of the other man, unable to refuse him anything. The other man led him to the long, low benches and sat George down. They continued their love-making for a while, with the man bending down and rimming George, and then the man lifted George’s legs over his shoulders, pushing his large cock against the entrance to George’s rectum. At that moment, George wanted to be fucked; he wanted to abandon himself to this hot, rampant male who had brought him to such a high pitch of sexual arousal by playing with his nipples. The man was too big or George was too tight. Nothing happened except for a few playful jabs.
Passing into one of the darker areas upstairs, George noticed an attractive Indian man with amazingly beautiful eyes. George smiled at the man as he walked past. The man followed him and they stood in a corner together, kissing and feeling one another. The man was slim, hairy, a little shorter than George, about thirty years younger. They held on to one another and made love for the next ten minutes.
George wandered into the large cinema room and sat by a masturbating man. He reached over and gave a hand. The other man was grateful. Then the other man’s eyes indicated what else he would like and George obliged. George knelt down between his legs and put his lips around the proud, circumcised cock. It took just a minute. George heard the man’s moans increase and felt the muscles in the cock contract. The warm semen flooded into his throat, with a pleasant salty taste, and George relaxed his movements. It was a large cock. Very gently, George withdrew his mouth from it and gently licked it clean. The man lay back, exhaling a satisfied breath. They thanked each other. They would do it all again one day, no doubt.
George went to the jacuzzi next and had his half-an-hour of fun and friendship, finding people to talk to and play with. He received some nice compliments. They exchanged names and other details about themselves. At one point a circle jerk was suggested and everyone tried to join in, more in fun than in frenzy. It was a pool party for men who liked cock.
Finally, before getting his supper in the cafe, George returned to the large cinema and found another man with his hand under his towel, masturbating. George sat right beside him and joined in. Soon, the other man suggested that they go off to a private cubicle. They found one empty and stood inside with the door open. The man bent down and sucked at George’s cock. As he looked down at the other man, an attractive face, friendly eyes, his tongue playing over his cock, George could feel the wave approaching. He moaned with pleasure, but also to let the other man know what was happening. The man looked up at him, excited, his tongue eager to catch what came out of George. Another man appeared then at the doorway and stopped to watch. George breathed heavily and ejaculated forcefully into the mouth of the man at his feet. His two hours of steadily increasing pressure had finally been released at the hands and lips of another man.
This was George’s last recorded visit to the sauna. He was running out of new things to do there and new ways to describe the regular things he did. There are only so many ways to suck on a cock and to talk about the delights of it. But it is not that he was tired of the sauna visits. On the contrary, he had now reached a point where he realised the supreme importance of the place as a regular part of his life. He was starting to enjoy the wider aspects of the place, the little things that didn’t always need to get mentioned, that weren’t really erotic at all but were part of the erotic fabric of the place. Like the young man who brought him his supper-time sandwich, for example. George was now at a place where he could flirt and compliment and be cheeky with anyone. He could have made a pretend sexual play for the lad. Instead, as the boy placed the sandwich on the table before him, George held his arm and said, “Thank you, love.” George had relaxed into the place and the place had relaxed into him. He was thankful for it. It had taken thirty or more years to get to this point. These last seven visits were the culmination of something that had started a long time ago, when he was a different, shyer, and more frightened person.
Today had been the sexiest and the unsexiest time he had ever spent there. The two strands had come together with a perfectly fitting harmony and he was glad, not only that he had made the journey, but that he had also decided to document it as carefully and as accurately as he could. At seventy years old, he couldn’t ask for anything better.
Ironically, today’s visit was unplanned. George had had a date with the number one guy on his hotlist. At the last minute, the guy had postponed, for a legitimate reason, and their eventual get-together would be delayed by another week or two. It didn’t matter. It was not about getting sex off the lad. That was not why he was going to see him, though sex would definitely be at the centre of their meeting. This was all about George being stronger, braver, facing acceptance and rejection as the same thing, and being able to step into new situations and relationships fearlessly, lovingly. All he asked was that another human being could meet him halfway. Then the sex was bound to be terrific.
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