A short retelling of a trip I had to a Sauna a few years back.
The steam was a thick, white curtain in the sauna, muffling sound and obscuring faces. Through it, two forms coalesced onto the bench opposite me—broad-shouldered, their skin gleaming with a sheen of sweat. They sat with a casual confidence that immediately drew my eye, their towels doing little to hide the heavy, substantial weight of what lay beneath. They weren't just looking; they were appraising. I held their gaze, a silent question passing between us in the suffocating heat.
One of them, with a neat goatee and a big strong body, gave a subtle nod. That was all it took. They rose, and I followed them out of the heat and into a small, private room off the main corridor. The door clicked shut.
There was no conversation. The taller one, Marcus, sat on the edge of the low bed, spreading his thighs. His cock was already hard, a thick, dark column of flesh rising from his lap. The other, David, came to stand behind me, his hands firm on my shoulders, pressing me down.
"On your knees," Marcus commanded.
I sank to the floor, the rough carpet abrasive on my skin. I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, the sheer girth of him stretching my lips, the salty taste of his skin and precum filling my senses. Behind me, I heard the snap of a lube cap, then the cool, slick pressure of David's fingers probing my entrance. He worked me open quickly, efficiently, before replacing his fingers with the broad, blunt head of his cock.
He pushed in with one smooth, relentless stroke, burying himself to the hilt. I gasped around Marcus's length, the sudden, intense fullness stealing my breath. They didn't wait. They found their rhythm instantly, a perfect, synchronous pistoning. As David thrust deep, forcing a moan from my throat, Marcus's hands tightened in my hair, pulling me down to meet him.
I was pinned between them, a vessel for their pleasure, the sounds of their grunts and the slick slap of flesh the only music. They used my body with a primal, singular focus, each thrust driving deeper, harder. The room spun, a blur of sensation and heat. I felt David's pace falter, his strokes becoming jagged, and with a guttural groan, he slammed into me one last time. A searing heat flooded my insides as he emptied himself deep in my ass. His release triggered Marcus. With a sharp curse, he held my head down and exploded in my mouth, hot, thick ropes of cum coating my tongue and throat.
I swallowed instinctively, my body convulsing around David's softening cock. They pulled out, leaving me gasping on the floor, a trembling, leaking mess. David gave my ass a final, possessive slap.
"Good boy," he rumbled, before they both turned and left the room without a backward glance. |
