Anal Overlords in the Gay Sauna Find Some New Boy Meat
Jon was always thinking about sucking cocks, fucking guys in the ass, and being fucked in the ass. It wasn't a romantic thing at all; he just liked good male action. He liked the feeling of a nice, big, greased up cock in his hand, be it his own dick or someone else's. There was just something about snapping a good, hard, greasy rod.
The main way he fed his appetite for meat was by making sure he put himself in the right kind of places to meet other men. He had particularly good fortune at the local community center, where he was a "member in good standing" (as he liked to think of it), and had full access to the workout room, the pool, the steam, and the sauna. He found specifically pleasurable to find first-timers who were curious, and satisfy them. He found that these types often revealed rather surprising qualities that you just didn't find with the regular kind of trade.
And so it was as this today, but things had moved along quite a bit faster than usual.
He had scoped a guy in the gym doing some stretching exercises. He had a good, lean body, dark hair, an excellent ass, and was clean shaven. He looked good, shimmering in sweat, wearing only a pair of Fila shorts (beneath which Jon could see the outline of a jockstrap, and even got a fleeting glimpse of one of its straps), along with a ribbed T-shirt.
They had exchanged a little small talk, and met up later on in the steam room, where Jonny had noticed that the guy was eying him up, but acting just a little bit skiddish about it. By the time they had made it to the locker room, and had both been in the shower together (where Jon always had to control his erection), they had a good rapport going. By the time it was done, they had agreed that Jon would stop over Brian's (that was his name, as it turned out) apartment, which was nearby, for cocktails, and maybe watch a boxing match that was coming on. Jon took a little chance, and before parting said "Maybe you should put that jock you were wearing back on later- it looks good on you." Brian had just smiled quickly, and turned away. Jon knew that he was about to tie into some prime boy-meat.
It so happened that Brian was freshly divorced, and had a rather nice townhouse of his own. Jon arrived (after stopping home to freshen up, and get a few special things), resplendent in a pair of parachute material black running pants (with a brand new white Champion jockstrap on underneath), and a tight spandex t-top, which accentuated his nipples. Brian was wearing white spandex biker shorts, but Jonny could see the black (!) jockstrap he was wearing underneath. Brian's ass was magnificently chiseled, with the straps from the jock running up the bottom of each buttock at just the right angle.
Jon discovered that very little small talk or maneuvering was needed- Brian seemed to just want to be fucked, and right now!
They had a couple of drinks (dry martinis, with glasses of cold spring water on the side), and that was it- it was just a matter of locking eyes for a moment, and they both knew it was time to get to it. They first removed each other's top, and pants, and stood together, their dicks straining through their jockstraps, pressing upon one another. Jon pulled the straps of Brian's jock up so that they went up in his crease, and then grabbed his ass-cheeks, compressing them together, and feeling their naughtiness. In one fluid motion, he pulled the jock down past Brian's knees, and dropped to the floor, taking up Brian's now-unfettered and bulging cock into his mouth, and applied as much suction as he could. Brian's whole body shuddered, and he gave up a slight moan.
After quite a bit of this, Jon guided Brian to the floor pulled off his own jock, and worked them around into a 69 position. He loved the feel of Brian sucking on his meat, while doing the same thing right back. He had also managed to send a probing finger up Brian's ass, which clearly had never been had, maybe even by a finger. Brian jumped a touch, but seemed to settle into it quickly.
"In a minute, I'm going to flip you over and fuck you", Jon breathed, barely getting the words out. "But first, I want to prepare you for a good, proper fucking, which includes shaving you down quite a lot.
Brian looked up, a touch confused, but didn't offer any resistance. Jonny told him to wait for a moment, and went to the kitchen, where he prepared a stainless steel bowlful of hot, soapy water. He brought it in to the living room, where Brian still laid on the futon. He pulled a fresh razor out of his pouch, along with some aloe scented shaving cream.
He then proceeded to shave Brian's cock, balls, and ass. Brian was now very worked up, and his cock and ass were wide open for the taking. Jon popped open a jar of grease, and lubed up Brian's rod and ass, having already cleaned his hole out with the soapy water. He flipped Brian over doggie style, and mounted him, reaching under him to his balls with one hand, and rand his nails down Brian's pelvis with the other. "I'm going to fuck you really deep, and really hard, now." Brian's ass twitched and gyrated. In one fluid thrust, Jon slid his dick in clear to the hilt, and held it there, its tip poking at Brian's prostate. Jon could feel Brian's dick throbbing in his hand, and squeezed it hard, his fingernails raking lightly along the now clean-shaven balls. Brian moaned and tensed, but then relaxed. Jon settled into a long, hard fucking, pounding Brian's ass like it sorely needed. He planned on paddling him with the new leather paddle he had just acquired, once he was done with this part of the session, then maybe re-fuck him a few times. After that, maybe he would give him a hot water enema, then put them both in the shower for awhile. It was going to be a long night.
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