The Quick Fuck Sauna Guy

This one was in a sauna, the big one in Vauxhall. I’d been out clubbing till quite late, but failed to pull and I was feeling horny, as usual.
Anyway, I’ve been there a while, and it’s Saturday night so the place is busy, but I’m not having much success. I wander round the maze of cabins, there are a few guys there that are alright, but nothing special, so I sit for a bit in the lounge area and read a magazine. After a while I decide to give it another go, so I head through to the room with the big video screen showing porn movies. Its quite dark in there, the only light is coming from the flickering TV screen, and there’s a low platform along the other wall, like a cross between a bench and a long bed.
There are lots of guys lying on the bench, a couple of them are asleep, some are wanking off to the movie, and a couple near the door are having sex. It looks like they are fucking, but its hard to tell because one of them is lying right on top of the other and moving his arse back and forward and I can’t work out if his cock is actually in. I can’t see his face but his arse is saggy and old looking.
I sit down on the edge of the bench and watch the film for a few minutes, fiddling with myself half-heartedly. A guy walks in, he’s Asian, Chinese maybe, with a nicely toned body, good wide shoulders and a flat stomach. He walks right past me and gets up onto the bench a bit further down the room.
I look over and see that he is already touching up the guy next to him, putting his hand up inside the guy’s towel and pulling at his dick. The guy is older, mid 40’s say, and quite overweight with a heavy, round belly.
Within a few seconds they both have their towels off, and the asian guy is sitting on the big guys lap, with his back to him. The Asian guy is silent, but the big guy is moaning and gasping, and it’s obvious that he has got his cock up the Asian guy’s arse already, no mucking about.
The men around them all start getting stuck in, touching the two of them, then getting into each other and quickly there’s a whole orgy thing going on. I watch for a bit and wank myself casually through my towel.
It lasts a few minutes, till the big guys gives a long moan and I guess he must have come. The Asian guy immediately stands up and starts walking towards the door.
But when he gets to me he suddenly stops. He reaches over and grabs my towel just where my cock is, and he can feel that I am hard.
He nods his head and pushes me backwards, signalling me to get up onto the bench. I move up to the cushioned bit at the top, he pulls of his towel and straddles me, so I pull off my towel too.
He grabs my cock and starts to massage it, which feels good, and I move my hands over his torso and get a good feel of his pecs.
He’s already got a condom in his hand, and he rips open the wrapper with his teeth and puts it on my cock. He leans over and lets a long dribble of spit stream out of his mouth, and it hits my cock first time. This guy obviously knows what he is doing.
He pulls himself up a bit, up further towards me, then grabs my cock and sits down on it, hard. It goes right in, and I gasp a little bit. He doesn’t even flinch.
So then he gets to work, moving up and down, slowly at first, then a bit faster. I grab at his nipples and run my fingers over his tight body, and I am really enjoying this. I grab onto the wide, hard muscles down his side and help him move back and forth with the rhythm of my hips.
I want it to last a while, but he is getting faster and faster, and I can tell that he isn’t going to hang around. I’m aware of other guys watching, but I don’t pay much attention, I am totally concentrating on him.
I put my hands round behind him and pull his arse cheeks apart. He groans a bit, so then I put my hands on his shoulders, pushing him down as I push my hips up, getting as far into him as I can.
It’s not long before I am ready to come, and I do it with a loud grunt.
He looks right into my face for the first time and laughs.
“There you go” he says, and laughs. “You alright?”
“Yes,” I say, and I laugh too.
With that he pulls my dick out of his arse, gets up and walks out of the room, throwing his towel over his shoulders as he goes. I get up too, pulling the condom off my fast deflating cock, and throw it in the small bin by the door.
I follow him out of the room, hoping to catch him up, but he’s already disappeared into the half-light, and I don’t see him again as I shower and get dressed. I leave not long after.
I didn’t even know this guys name, but he was a great fuck, definitely one to remember.

The Big Teeth Guy

I met this guy in a club, one that used to be held in some railway arches just near King’s Cross Station. I think it’s moved on since then, but I haven’t been for a couple of years.
There’s a group of us there, and we are all dancing, but I decide to go for a wander and check out the talent. I am walking through the quiet seating area when I see this guy sitting on his own. He is cute, quite young looking, skinny with short brown hair. I sit down next to him.
It takes a few seconds to get his attention, but eventually he notices me smiling at him, and he smiles back, a tight lipped smile.
“Having a good night?” I ask.
“Yes, not bad,” he says, and that’s when I see his teeth. His teeth are huge, long and wide and sticking out of his mouth at an angle. But when he stops talking and closes his mouth again they are gone.
We chat for a bit about this and that, we find out that we both love cycling. He is from Australia, although is accent is not that strong, and he has been living in London for a couple of years. Every time he speaks I see the teeth. I think it’s a shame, because he seems like a decent guy, and he’s quite good looking when his mouth is closed.
So I decided to persevere, and I buy him a drink.
After a while we wander through to the main room where my friend’s are dancing. I introduce this guy to them. I can see them checking him out, and of course they spot the teeth too. It’s impossible not to.
We all dance for a bit.
“What do you think of him?” I ask one of my friends. “He’s quite cute apart from the teeth, don’t you think?”
“I am so glad you said that,” she says. “We were wondering if you had noticed.”
We have a bit of a laugh about that.
So the evening goes on, dancing and chatting, and eventually I kiss him. He is an ok kisser, the teeth don’t seem to make any difference, surprisingly enough.
As closing time approaches, my friends decided they are going to go back to someone’s flat for a chill out. I am not really in the mood for that, so I ask this guy if he wants to come back to mine. He seems keen enough, so we get our coats, leave the club and get ourselves a taxi.
Actually I am not staying at my flat, because I live on the other side of London. One of my friends has given me a set of his keys so I can crash in his spare room. It’s not far away, the taxi only takes a few minutes. We chat during the journey. He strikes me as a bit wet. His voice is all soft, and he doesn’t actually have much to say for himself in the cold light of (very early) day.
Back at the flat, we go straight to the bedroom and start to kiss. I push him over onto the bed and put my hand up his T-shirt, rubbing his body. He feels toned.
We kiss a bit more, but he doesn’t seem to be doing much, he just lies there. I stop for a second and look at him.
“Take your T-shirt off,” I say, and he does. His body is nice, thin but athletic looking.
We kiss a bit more.
“Take your jeans off,” I say, so he does that too, and then lies back on the bed. We a kiss for a bit longer, but this doesn’t really seem to be going anywhere. I’m getting bored now, and don’t know how to progress.
So I stand up and take my clothes off, down to my pants, and then get on the bed next to him and we kiss. I put my hand down the front of his pants, and I can feel he is semi-hard.
“Let’s take these off,” I say, pulling his pants down to reveal his cock. It’s fat and pink, kind of hard but not totally there. I start to rub it, pulling his foreskin back and forward, looking for a response. He just lies there, eyes closed, silent.
I go in for another kiss. Now I am getting annoyed. I push him over and look at his arse, which is nice, young and smooth, but when I start to play with it he rolls away from me onto his back.
After a bit I pull my own pants off. I am really horny, and I can tell this is going to need more drastic action. I’m hard.
“Suck my cock,” I say, and he screws up his face and looks uncomfortable.
“This is not really how I had imagined it would be,” he says.
I sigh.
“Maybe I should just go home,” he says.
“You don’t have to go home,” I say. “We can just go to sleep.”
So we try that for a while, I lie there and hold him. I am not too tired, still feeling quite high and awake. I play with his nipple, one last chance at getting somewhere, but nothing.
He gets up and goes to the toilet. When he comes back into the bedroom he says, “Maybe I should just leave,” and stands there, looking at me, teeth bared.
“Please, you don’t have to, let’s just go to sleep,” I say, although I am kind of hoping he will go.
He gets back into bed and snuggles up into me in a spoon formation.
We lie in silence for a few minutes.
“I should go home,” he says. “Do you want me to go?”
“Well maybe you should just go,” I say. I am at the end of my tether now, I’m not horny any more and I just want to try and get some sleep.
So he gets up and puts on his clothes.
He apologises that things haven’t really worked out, and I say it doesn’t matter, that it was nice to meet him, which is a lie.
He writes down his number on a scrap of paper.
“Call me,” he says. “Maybe we could hang out.”
“Erm, maybe,” I reply, trying to sound as non-committal as possible without being rude.
With that he leaves. My friend bumps into him on the street on his way back from the chill out party, and they chat briefly. My friend tells me this the next day, I tell him what happened and we have a laugh about the whole thing.
I don’t phone him of course, although I do spot him cycling up Charing Cross Road a couple of months later. His mouth is closed, so I don’t see his teeth.

The Hairy Muscle Guy

I met this guy in a club, one of the big places down at Vauxhall. It had been a long night, my friends had all gone home but I was still wired and wanted to stick around, partly for a dance and partly with the hope of getting a click.
So by four o’clock the club is starting to get quiet. I have reached the point where I reckon I’ve sussed out every guy in the place, and either decided I’m not interested in them or that they are not interested in me. I’m not so desperate that I will just go with anyone, so I start to think about heading home for a cigarette and a wank.
Anyway, I walk through the bar area for one last look before I leave, and I spot him sitting on his own in the corner. He’s got his T-shirt off and he’s muscley, that’s the first thing I notice, with big arms and a wide hairy chest. I sit down on a stool next to him, and smile over. He smiles back, so I say “How are you?”
“I’m alright, how are you?” he says, and the conversation starts there.
He’s older than me, in his early 40’s, and he seems friendly enough, and quite genuine. I can tell pretty quickly that he is interested in me, because he keeps talking, laughs at my jokes, and a couple of times he strokes the back of my head.
“Do you want to go for a dance,” I ask, and when he says yes we walk through to the room next door. He’s short, maybe 5’6, but his upper body is great, solid shoulders, a broad back and a tiny waist. We dance for a bit, gradually working closer, touching and rubbing against each other. After a few minutes we kiss, and I have to bend down to reach his mouth.
We dance and kiss for a bit more, then I suggest going back to mine. The music is so loud that I have to almost shout it in his ear. He is up for it, so I go to the cloakroom and get my coat and he puts his T-shirt back on.
Its daylight outside, and there are people wandering around, doing their shopping and having coffee. The sun is already warm, but I am still wired and wide awake.
As we walk back he talks about himself. He works for a supermarket, used to be a personal trainer, and has just finished his first course of steroids. Now that I look at him properly he does have a strange physique, with wide thighs and a sticky-out bum, but I still think he’s sexy. He says that he is a top, and describes himself as an ‘arse man’. He says that he used to be overweight, but now he goes to the gym six times a week, he thinks he might be addicted.
Back at the house I open a bottle of white wine. I end up drinking most of it, and we talk and kiss on the sofa as I smoke a couple of cigarettes. I ask him to take off his T-shirt so I can stroke his pecs and play around with his nipples. He can tell that I am getting tired, which might be something to do with the wine, so he suggests going through to the bedroom.
I go for a piss, and when I come through he’s already naked and in bed.
“I had to take my pants off, they were a mess,” he says.
I strip down to my underwear, get into bed next to him and we start to kiss. He’s a good kisser, surprisingly soft and gentle.
I work my hands over his torso, down his stomach and onto his cock. He’s hard already.
“I should warn you that I might no be able to get it up,” I say. “I’m still pretty wired.” He just laughs. I move myself down the bed, put his cock in my mouth and start working on it. It’s a good size, long with decent size balls, but his foreskin is loose and saggy which I find a bit of a turn-off.
After a few minutes he says “Turn over and let me get a look at your arse.”
I roll over and he pulls my pants down, I have to lift myself off the bed as he struggles to get them past my knees. He starts stroking my cheeks, them pulls them apart and sticks his face in between. He really goes for it, licking and sticking his tongue right in. I moan a bit, and play with myself, trying to get myself hard, feeling a bit self-conscious about my soft cock.
He pulls back, then starts fiddling with my hole. I look over my shoulder to see him licking one of his fingers, which he then sticks in me, firmly but carefully. I’m groaning now, hanging on the bars on my headboard, and pushing myself back onto his finger.
“You’ve got a very sexy arse,” he says.
He finger fucks me a bit more, pushing it in and out, but gently so that is doesn’t hurt.
“Will you fuck me?” I ask.
“Eventually,” he says, “but you’re quite tight.”
After that I suck him off a bit more, with him on his knees and me lying flat on my stomach so he can rub my back and work a finger into my hole.
Eventually he pushes me over onto my back and moves down to my cock, but I am embarrassed because it’s still soft. He takes it in his mouth, I try to push him away, but he fights me off playfully and sucks on it a bit longer.
It starts to harden slightly, but it’s obvious that I am still too high to get it up properly.
Eventually he gives up and we both lie there, exhausted.
He drifts in and out of sleep, I can tell by the changes in his breathing, but I am wide awake, so I lie and play with myself for a bit. He rolls into me, putting one of his massive arms round me, and a run a finger up and down the bulge of his muscle. I push my arse back onto his cock, and soon I can feel it harden again.
“Right,” he says with a new sense of determination, and he rolls me onto by back and climbs on top of me. I lift my head up awkwardly, pull his cock in my mouth and knead his balls in my other hand. He thrusts into my face, and reaches back and starts playing with my cock, which is hard now, at last. I move my free hand round to his arse, which is small and tight and covered in soft hairs.
I can tell he’s getting close, and after a couple of minutes he takes over his own cock and starts wanking himself hard. I notice the loose skin on his stomach which wobbles like jelly as he wanks, I suppose it must be because he used to be so fat. I ask him to flex, and try to concentrate on his hard, hairy pecs to take my attention away from his shivering belly.
He comes quickly, shoots over my stomach, but not much comes out. I run a finger through it then stick it in my mouth, just to get a taste of him. He moves over onto his back with a sigh, so I climb on top and start playing with myself. He helps me along by tweeking my nipples and rubbing my balls, and every so often I lean forward for a kiss.
When I come, its shoots a long string of spunk up over his chest, onto his cheek and up onto his forehead, just missing his eye.
“Sorry,” I say, but he just laughs.
“That’s alright.”
I go through to the bathroom and get a towel, which I use to mop up the spunk. I throw the towel on the bedroom floor, then we both lie there for a bit, me with my head on his chest.
After a bit he says, “I better get going. I’ve got to go to work this afternoon.”He gets up, and I fall back into a doze as he gets dressed and disappears through to the kitchen. A few minutes later he comes back into the bedroom
“I’ve left my number,” he says.
He leans over and kisses me goodbye, and I hear his footsteps on the stair followed by the slam of the front door.
When I go through to the kitchen later I find his number written on the cover of a magazine, along with his name and an x for a kiss.
A week later I am feeling horny, so I phone him and leave a message with my number.
He doesn’t call me back.