Breakfast the next morning was slightly delayed as George, Arthur and Eric visited me individually to give me morning milk. I was amazed that each of these 70 plus year olds had more cum to feed me. Each was determined to get there share of cum from my cock as well, so it was late morning by the time George set off on the drive back to his place.
Driving back George asked me if I’d ever been to a gay sauna. I hadn’t, and George explained that he visited a small sauna on the outskirts of London where many of his older friends also attended and would I like to accompany him. Now from having no experience with any man older than 30 I found I was giving myself to every old man who wanted my arse! So of course I said yes.
Two weeks later and the Sunday had me stood in a slightly run down sauna with George as we undressed. As I gradually stripped off first one old man wearing just a towel strolled through the locker room and then a group of three more, all eyed me as they walked through, smiling lasciviously. God, I felt nervous.
Once undressed, with just our towels on, George gave me a quick tour of the facilities before we showered, watched by a small group of men who all seemed to know George well.
“I think we should acclimatise you to the sauna by starting off in the steam room,” said George.
We entered the steam room, leaving our towels on the pegs outside and, on entering, I felt like I was in a room with the thickest hot fog, as I could barely make out a couple of feet in front of me. As I followed George, hands fondled my arse until he guided me to a stone seat to one side. As my eyes grew accustomed to the steamy atmosphere I could make out movement opposite of a couple of guys slowly wanking. Another guy came and sat next to me on my right, his knee pressed up against mine and then his hand started stroking my thigh, gradually moving higher towards my semi hard cock. He grasped my hand and guided it to his cock, a rigid 5 or 6 inches and I started to wank him. One of the men opposite me now moved across to me, kneeling and taking my cock in his mouth as he greedily slurped on my bell end, all the while the first guy kept wanking my cock. I could make out the guy sucking me had grey hair but not much else. The guy on my right, I guessed around 60, as he appeared to have a firmer body than many of the others, whilst slowly wanking me had his other hand searching behind me for my crack. Lifting my arse a fraction he was able to run his fingers around my hole.
“Stand up” I was ordered. Awkwardly manoeuvring myself between the throng of bodies that surrounded me, the guy on his knees continued to gobble way on my cock whilst the right hand guy now stood up behind me and started rubbing his cock along my crack. Hands were now tweaking my nipples and another guy grabbed my head to claim my mouth for a rough snogging session. Right hand guy was now pushing his cock into my sweaty hole and I felt helpless to stop what was happening. I felt what I’m sure was cum fly across my thigh as I too exploded with a knee trembling orgasm, greedily lapped up by my elderly sucker. I suddenly felt light headed and quickly apologised to righthand guy and with George made my way to the showers.
I was disappointed that I had cum so quickly but George said not to worry as he had plenty of other fun in store. After drying off George took me up to the next floor which had a range of private cabins. In one was a sling, taking up the centre of the room.
“I think we have now become good friends Luke and, I now have a good understanding of your preferences, so would you be okay with me have some of my friends pleasure you?” I readily agreed.
“I shall be here to make sure your okay.”
“Thanks George, I trust you and know that if your friends are like you they must be trustworthy.”
George disappeared back to the Lockers and came back with wrist and ankle straps that he attached to me, I climbed into the sling and George fastened the restraints at each corner. I was now totally exposed to all cummers!
“Right Luke, relax and enjoy” George said as, standing by the open door to our cabin he waited for the first friend who would be ploughing my arse that afternoon.
To be continued |
