Andy is next to me in my bed in a hotel close to Euston Station.
He has been with me all afternoon
I have buggered him twice
And used his toys on him
He keeps asking for more
I need a break and, with me promising, to do him again, he tells me of his early experiences.
He had hinted at them in the hotel bar but, once we were in my room, his reminiscences were forgotten as he opened his lips and his legs for me.
It started in Luton.
He had traveled over to visit the gay sauna.
He had not been to one before.
He was nervous
In the jacuzzi on the lower floor, he found himself next to an Asian guy.
Let’s call him Hassan.
He was born in Pakistan.
Hassan made Andy feel comfortable and, when his hand found its way onto Andy’s thigh, he had another feeling.
Understanding that Andy had not been to a gay sauna before, Hassan offered to show him around.
As they walked up the stairs to the top floor, Andy felt Hassan’s hand on his shoulder, the middle of his back and, finally, on his bottom.
It was so friendly, familiar
But it was a series of messages.
During the tour, Andy saw in plain sight men sucking cocks, kissing, and in a video lounge an elderly man, on his side, being fucked by a black guy.
They found a sofa somewhere and sat next to each other.
Hassan lifted Andy’s leg and placed it across his own thighs.
He gently pulled Andy’s head towards him until their lips almost touched.
Before they did, Hassan slid his hand down Andy’s thigh, fondled his balls and then probed behind them.
Andy gasped as he felt that first finger touch his anus.
He sighed and closed his eyes.
And, at that moment, Hassan kissed him and pushed one finger gently into Andy’s anus.
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