Brad and A Day at the Sauna.
By Alex Carbine
Please Note:- In written porn you have the choice of whether you use condoms or not. In reality there is NO choice.
Be safe and careful. Germs do not discriminate as to who they are going to infect, or kill.
His name was Bradley Putt. His parents pronounced it "Put", and all through his school days he bore the brunt of "put down" "put off" "put out" jokes that quickly became unfunny and wore him down. When he left home and started working he adopted pronouncing his name "putt" as in golf putt, but even that became tiresome when, as a visiting commercial salesman, he was asked 'who shall I say is calling?' he would answer "Bradley Putt. The 'T' is silent as in 'golf'" to be met by the uncomprehending stare of the non-golfing secretary who would give him a blank look, normally accompanied by the words "yer what?" Bradley was very pissed off with the world in general.
He was 42, unmarried, and had never achieved. He had dreams but they never realised themselves and he was 'too weak willed'. The bottom really fell out of his world when a film star, Brad Pitt, came onto the scene. All the stupid jokes started again, only this time it was "pity you're not Brad Pitt, I could fancy him", with an obvious unseen remark that they did not go for the lump of male in front of them at the moment. His childhood and teens had shaped him into a shy, timid boy, and he realised he was 'gay' before he was thirteen, as no girl was interested in him, and some of the boys were, and 'used' him. He actually learned to like being ass-fucked with just spittle for a lubricant, and anyway they did not beat him up if he let them fuck him.
So, Bradley Putt awoke on the Saturday morning and lay in bed thinking and planning. He lived in south England and it was winter time. He knew it was raining as it had every day this month, and because of the wet rattle on the window, the other side of the closed curtains. His hand gently wanked his morning hard-on as he thought of the lad that he had been employing to keep his small garden tidy this year. Drifting into fantasy he saw 17 year old 'Mike' in a pair of white shorts, which he did actually wear, but as he dreamed they changed into a pair of white 'speedo' trunks, so he could see the outline in relief of the boy's cock and balls, the now 10 inch (25cms) erection tenting the front out like an Egyptian pyramid, as he worked totally unconcerned. When Mike bent down Brad was able to clearly see Mike's bum, as Mike's now white jockstrap leg straps framed his darker fleshed, crinkly, slightly opened hole, that was constantly winking in expectation and invitation. Brad's point of view now contained both his stiff cock pointing out from his body, and the magnetic centre of his attention as he walked down his garden to arrive up behind the boy. Mike was now still bending over, but he was looking up between his legs and holding his buttocks apart to open his hole even more, so that he could see and feel as Brad slipped his horse sized cock into him. He was able to feel Brad's generous helmet as the corona reamed his insides, savour the warmth of Brad's sperm as it pumped into him ten, twelve, fourteen deliciously enormous spurts, whilst Brad answered the phone (?).
The ring of the telephone shattered Brad's reverie, leaving him laying on his back with his cummy spunk dribbling over his fist and cock head. With his unspunky hand he lifted the receiver and pulled it to his head. "This is your seven o'clock alarm call," said a bored voice at the other end. Brad thought all of two seconds before answering, "I booked the calls for each morning, Monday to Friday," he said clearly and quietly. "Today is Saturday. Why are you calling me on a Saturday? And don't charge me for this!" The bored voice at the other end did not change, except to say, "Oh yes. You're right. I read the notes wrong. It charges automatically if you answer the call. It's now seven oh three. Have a good day!" and was gone with an unapologetic click.
"Fuck!" he said to no one who could hear it, and lay back again. He licked his cum from his hand, tasting the slightly salty, sweetness of himself, and felt a bit better. Walking to the shower in his bathroom, his wilting cock dripped a final glob of spunk onto the carpet, but Brad did not care. It was not the first time the carpet of a Hotel had taken a load of his spunk. He hated the Midlands, and he hated Burming-bloody-ham, where he was at the moment, in some hole-in-the-wall Hotel. But, he thought to himself as he generously soaped his cock and balls, pushing his middle finger into his anus, Birmingham does have a fucking good Sauna! He leant against the tiled walls under the water and fingered his bum a bit more, his eyes shut in a dream again.
Having breakfasted in a greasy-spoon Café he hailed a taxi, which splashed his trousers as it passed him before stopping. "Cunt!" he thought, though he smiled and gave the address he wanted. The driver gave him a low sneer as he said "That's the Gay Sauna ain't it?" in a voice loud enough to be heard at the end of the street. Brad was too old react. He just nodded and climbed into the back.
The entrance to the Sauna was next to a small 7-to-11 Supermarket, and Brad ducked in and bought some mints before again braving the heavy, blustery showers outside. To gain entry he had to buzz and be let in, which, given the weather, took an unnecessary time. He shook his raincoat purposefully over the counter as he checked in. "Oh and can I have a Massage too?" Brad asked. "Not 'til 3 pm this afternoon. We have a new guy. Other one's sick. Bloody weather!" As he walked through to the changing rooms he looked up at the clock. It showed almost 10 o'clock.
There was one other guy in the locker room who was also undressing. Brad hung his raincoat on the communal hangers, and opened his lock-up. Having taken his tie, shirt and trousers off, folding them neatly before posting them into the locker, he removed his Calvin Klein pants and then his socks. Laying them neatly on top of the other clothes he turned to see that the other guy was watching him, wanking slowly his already hard cock. Brad reckoned he was in his early 40s and Brad felt his own cock fill a bit with hardening blood. 'This is going to be a good day' he though to himself as he looked pointedly at the cock and hand of the guy wanking and gave his own cock a couple of tugs. The other guy nodded and smiled, and moved off to the showers.
Brad had a problem with the key of his locker and it delayed him a few minutes, but heard the sound of the water from the showers as he left the lockers and rounded the corner, thinking of offering to soap the other guy down as an ice breaker. He was surprised to find him already kneeling on the floor under a running shower, sucking the cock of another guy who was standing over him, holding on to his buttocks and pulling himself deep onto the proffered cock. Brad's 7 inches (18cms) of uncut cock was hardening and sticking out straight in front of him, and Brad pulled his loose foreskin back to reveal his glans. He liked to feel the pressure of the foreskin bunched behind his helmet. Stepping under a nearby shower, he watched as the two sucked, kissed and jerked, his cock becoming fully erect and ending pointing straight up, almost kissing his navel, without him having to stimulate it at all. He always got excited watching others, even if he could not join in himself, and he wanted to keep his orgasm to the last moment of his day. He stayed watching, from the sidelines and out of their way until they left the showers, their erect cocks waving from side to side as they walked, 'in search of a cabin to fuck in' Brad mused, and his cock twitched in agreement.
He next went into the dry sauna, which was lit with a single red bulb over the entrance door. At the far end was a doorway to one side that led into another room containing a bench round three walls and with no lighting at all. There was no one in the first room and Brad found the dark room empty as well. Exiting there he put his head round the door of the low lit steam sauna, and that too was devoid of potential trade. With the small towel wrapped firmly round his waist Brad climbed the stairs to the Cabins and TV rooms, passing the empty Massage room on the way. Two out of the twelve cabins doors were closed. He looked into the room before the first occupied cabin and was heartened to find there was a large glory hole in the dividing wall he could look through.
He locked the door behind himself and took his towel off, throwing it to one end of the bunk, and standing naked and proud. The glory hole was on the divider wall that had the bed and was like a square picture frame just over 2 feet square, (80cms), the bottom edge of which ran between the mattresses on both sides. In the other cabin he was able to make out by their dim red light a guy laying on his side facing Brad with his knees bent, being fucked by another guy behind him. Brad watched from his total darkness, listening to the fuck sounds, smelling the distinctive fuck smells and watching the super-hard cock as it jutted out excitedly and bar-hard from the lap of the 'bottom' being fucked, the head waving and bobbing due to the energy and force of the guy behind. For over a minute Brad simply stood there taking it all in, watching, his untouched cock stiffening and pulsing as his anus and buttocks clenched and clenched again, then he climbed up on the bed and knelt there, so that his eyes were even closer.
He could see the wet pool of clear semen on the dark red leatherette cover of the mattress where the man had dripped. He watched as another drop fell like a piece of spider's web from the man's cock. Brad was able to get his head and shoulders through the hole in the wall and, taking hold of the man's balls as they jiggled, he leaned in further and took the magic dribbling cock in his mouth. Tasting him, Brad almost came there and then, his own cock pulsing rapidly as he sucked the stranger for more of his juice.
The man straightened his knees and body to make his stiffy more prominent, pushing it deeper into Brad's mouth, whilst the guy behind vocalised his enjoyment as the butt he was sticking his cock into tightened noticeably. It seemed that all three enjoyed the several moments that was available to each before the man in the middle suddenly, and without warning, started spewing his delicious white nectar into Brad's mouth whilst the guy behind gasped as his cock was grasped time and again by the muscles in the rectum he was invading. As Brad recovered from having his mouth overflowing with cum, the fucker came his load into the 'bottom' making him, in turn, push his cock deep into Brad's swallowing throat. Then, the excitement over, and as is the way with the anonymity of these cabins, Brad withdrew to his side of the wall, and left the other two to their own business.
Looking down the empty corridor, the door of the cabin that was previously occupied was now open. He walked past and saw a single occupant left laying on his back, his stiff cock pointing towards the ceiling. Brad stepped in through the open door, and took hold of this cock. The man looked at Brad's face, looked at Brad's stiff, ready cock, smiled a small smile, and lifted up his knees, then let them fall to either side, bent like a frog, to reveal his balls and ass hole. Brad's finger slid into the wet, lubricated fuck hole.
Bending down he took the man's cock in his mouth, tasting the distinctive condom lubricant residue on it. His finger slid easily in and out of the guy's loose, open anus. 'He's just had it,' thought Brad. He managed to get three fingers in as he continued to 'suck the lollipop', without a comment from the man except for a hissed "Yessss" to let him know all was well. The man's hand came round his hip and felt reciprocally for Brad's hole. Brad moved so his feet were further apart, letting the man get access to his secret brown cave. With three fingers in the man, Brad continued to suck the man's stalk, his other hand wanking the base of the cock as his mouth massaged the helmet. Again there was no warning before his mouth was flooded with semen. The man pushed his cock up into Brad's mouth with each spasm, as his anus closed down on Brad's fingers. Brad swallowed a couple of times and then let the rest dribble down the man's cock, over his balls and past the fingers that were still fucking him. Cumming over, Brad withdrew his fingers and proffered them to the man, who licked and sucked them clean, before he simply walked away, letting the man's finger pull out of his bum as he went.
At the end of the corridor, before it took a dog-leg and then continued to another area, there was a TV room with a 40 inch plasma wall set, and broad padded couches stretching across the room, stacked three high like a set of steps, to sit or lie on as one watched the continuous gay porn movies. There was a fellow sitting up on the top couch. He war mid-thirties, and fairly muscular, with little unnecessary fat, and was lazily wanking himself as he watched three guys blow each other. Brad sat on the middle couch, leaning against the wall at the end, watching the guy's hand rapidly stroke his cock and jiggle his balls. Being lower than the guy, he was able to see up the guy's ass, as the fellow was sitting on the edge of the upper couch with his legs wide apart, his feet flat on the middle couch where Brad sat. It was not an angle that Brad was usually able to take to watch another wank, so he just sat there and enjoyed the view, favouring the live man to the recorded sex on the TV. By the light from the television he saw the guy's balls slowly retract up almost into his body as his climax built, then Brad was able to witness the man cum, the ropes of spunk squirting out of the end of his cock as he slowly wanked it, to land on the middle couch below him, some splashing onto Brad's legs. "Fuck I needed that," said the guy, standing up when he had finished cumming, his stiff cock pointing out and away from him still. He stepped down over Brad to the floor, and out through the doorway without looking back. Brad looked at the clock on the wall. It was half past twelve. Brad realised his stomach was telling him he ought to have something to eat for a light lunch, other than the two high protein meal he had already had in the Cabins.
He went downstairs to the small Café by the Sauna entrance and ordered a couple of ham salad sandwiches and a coffee. The surly attendant who was on duty when he arrived earlier had changed and the young twenty-something who served him was full of smiles and laughter. He sat at one of the tables and leafed through the gay magazines left out for customers, until the boy brought his sandwiches over to him. Brad was able to see he was wearing tight yellow nylon shorts, that was covering a decent set of 'crown jewels', judging by the lumps and bumps. Brad chatted for a few seconds to him, but his eyes were on the boy's 'package' that was at his eye height. As he munched his lunch his mind drifted to thoughts about the gardener 'Mike' he fantasised about often. He looked over to the boy behind his counter and wondered what his bum would be like to fuck. Brad's cock, which had subsided when he sat down, began to stir slightly under his towel. He looked at the clock on the wall. It was just gone one, under two hours 'till his massage.
He finished his sandwiches and drank the good coffee. He stood and walked to the counter, and his towel decided to unwrap and fall to the ground. The lad behind the counter leaned over and looked at Brad's half-hard cock. "Is that a gun or are you pleased to see me?" he asked, laughing. Brad handed him the cup and asked for a refill before stooping and reclaiming his towel. The guy at the other table was laughing as well and Brad saw it was the muscular man from the TV room. Brad wrapped his cock away from view and took his fresh coffee back to his table without any more incident. He smiled at the guy at the other table. The guy nodded and smiled back amiably. "The name's Andy," called over the guy, and Brad was pleased by the sound of his mellow voice. "I'm Brad," he said, "and I saw you earlier upstairs." Andy smiled broadly, showing his sparkling white teeth, perfect as a film star.
"Yes I will have to start work soon," he said. "Ah Yes!," said Brad, grasping for something to say, "Work, the curse of the drinking class!" Andy laughed again. Brad thought it was a pleasant laugh. "I am today's Masseur here. The usual guy Graham has a chesty cold and it doesn't do to sneeze over your clients," Andy said. Brad, who had been sipping his coffee, almost spilt it with surprise. He put the hot coffee down on the saucer carefully. "I'm your 3 o'clock appointment," said Brad nonchalantly. "You are my only appointment," said Andy. "I'm sure that Graham's partner was making sure that no one knew I was here." "Graham's partner?" Brad asked. "The dull prat who was on the till this morning. I asked him to ask each Customer as they came in if they wanted a massage, but he is a surly bugger." "Yes, I had to ask and he said that you would be free at 3," said Brad. "I've been free all morning!" said Andy, coming over to Brad's table and sitting down. Brad noted that Andy was wearing tennis shorts. Brad took a sip from his coffee again. "Do you want to wait for 3 or would you like to have your massage now?" Andy asked, his knee pushing against Brad's knee under the table. "I've booked an hour ..." started Brad but Andy said over him, "Don't worry about that. We'll have to take it gently because you have just had something to eat." Brad looked into his smiling eyes. "But I don't think it will make any difference," continued Andy. He called over to the boy behind the counter. "I'm engaged until you see me again, OK?" The boy nodded and made a great show of licking his top lip. Andy laughed. "Cheeky bugger," he said to the lad.
Brad followed Andy back up the stairs onto the landing, expecting to turn right into the Cabin corridor and through to the Massage room. Andy turned left into the corridor over the Café. Along here was a small TV room, three private stalls with glory holes between them, and a room with a black leather sling hanging from hooks in the ceiling. "Must pop in for a pee," said Andy going into the only other room in the corridor, the Gents toilet. "Maybe you want a pee too, before your massage," he suggested. I followed him in.
There were two empty stalls with their doors open and along another wall was a handbasin and a short, knee-high pissoir trough. It was wide enough for two to stand at it at a time. Andy unzipped his fly, dropped his cock out and started to piss. Brad took his towel off and stood naked next to him, not holding his cock as he pissed, but looking at Andy's as he peed. Then Andy reached over and took hold of Brad's cock. Brad looked up into Andy's smiling face, as it came closer to his, eventually ending in a kiss. Andy did not need to ask Brad anything, as he already had the answer. He could feel Brad's cock lengthening and thickening in his hand as he worked his tongue into Brad's mouth.
They walked past the unoccupied Cabins, Brad holding his loose towel over his stiff cock, enjoying the feeling as the towelling rubbed on his helmet as he walked. Andy locked the door once they were both inside the Massage room, and he turned and kissed Brad again, as Brad gently worked his naked stiff front against the hard lump in Andy's shorts. When they eventually broke apart, Brad left a wet spot behind.
Andy had Brad lie face down, with his face in the padded ring at the end of the couch. He turned the lights low and removed his shorts and 't' shirt, so that he was only wearing socks and trainers. His cock had a lazy hard-on, and jutted out from his body before pointing downwards. He was not circumcised. He took three bottles from the warmer and mixed the three oils together, before testing their combined heat in his cupped hands and then spreading it over Andy's shoulders.
He stood by Brad's shoulder and began his massage. Brad was looking at the floor and turned his head to the side, to be greeted by the sight of Andy's almost hard cock pointing and waving at him, close up. He opened his mouth and Andy moved that much close to be able to stick his purple head into the waiting wet mouth. With his hands moving over Brad's shoulders, his hips started a dance, pushing the swollen tip of his cock in and out of Brad's mouth, past his dragging lips, over his slightly rasping tongue.
Brad had had 'happy ending' massages before but never by a masseur that was so forward. Turning his head to the side and being greeted by Andy's helmet, close up, at the end of a beautiful length of stiff shaft, and with a foreskin, was almost too much. He instinctively opened his mouth to invite Andy to stuff it in so he could taste and savour it, and it's juices, and feel it's size in his mouth before it entered his bowels, as he was sure it would before the massage was over. His salivary glands began to water immediately.
Andy now knew that Brad would be a 'sure bet' for any type of sex. He did not often push himself forward with a client like this, but, he told himself, Brad had by accident already seen him wank and shoot this morning, and it was obvious to him that Brad was gagging for his cock, or that matter any cock. He pumped his veined manhood in and out of Brad's face gently as he worked on Brad's spine, working lower into the small of his back, until it became uncomfortable for his body to be at Brad's head, and his hands at Brads buttocks. He carefully withdrew his shaft from the expertly sucking mouth and went over to the work-station for some more oil. His tote-bag was on the floor and, reaching in, he took out some toys he had brought with him. He lubed and inserted a black butt plug up into his own hole, as a preparation for what he planned to do later, and returned to Brad's hips, clenching his muscle ring round the narrow hip of the plug so it did not slide out as he worked.
Brad felt the emptiness after Andy had slid out of his mouth and he turned to face the floor again. He heard Andy over by the work-station and he clenched his buttocks and ass hole, feeling his hard cock pulse under him as he lay on it, knowing that some of his clear semen would ooze out to join the previous dribbles he had deposited as he was sucking Andy's magnificent cock. He had moved his feet further apart so that his feet hung over the edges and end of the couch, and he re-adjusted his stiffish cock so it pointed now towards his feet, affording Andy maximum sight and access between his legs to his cock, balls and hole. He heard Andy re-approach and felt his warm hands and the oil as he smoothed them over his buttocks, the warm oil penetrating down the crack of his ass to seep over his brown entrance hole. "Are you ready for the next part of your Massage?" Andy asked, and Brad nodded into the ring supporting his head and answered "Yes!" as he closed his eyes and waited for whatever Andy had in store for him.
Laying face down with his eyes closed, Brad now entered into a world of sensory stimulation. He was aware of the clock on the wall ticking, Andy's breathing as he worked on his legs, his own heartbeat pulsing is his neck and ears, the heat of the skin on his shoulders which he knew were blushing with sexual excitement. He clenched his buttocks about every five seconds, enjoying the different feeling the oil on his anus gave him, knowing that Andy could now see the head of his cock between his legs as he smoothed the muscles along them, that he could see he was leaking his stickiness from the piss slit, for him and because of him. He felt Andy's hand slide up the inner thigh of his right leg, the fingers brushing his balls and sack, over his stiff cock, into the crevice between his bum cheeks, to stroke across his hole, each finger in turn inexorably feeling into the indentation as they passed, as Brad relaxed his sphincter, wishing them to go in deeper, willing Andy to assail this private part that only the specially invited can enjoy.
Andy went over to the work station and returned with more oil for his left leg, He started at the foot and Brad's excitement mounted as he worked up the leg, closer and closer to the fork and its' hidden treasures. Brad was lifting his bum up off the table, his back muscles straining with the delicious exercise that goes hand-in-hand with expectation. Andy stroked over Brad's anus as he had done previously, and Brad lifted his bottom so the the pressure on Andy's fingers was greater.
He slid his other hand under Brad between his legs and took hold of Brad's stiff tube, his oily hand slipping up and down its' length, the cock head sliding over his palm and up onto his wrist. Brad grunted in appreciation, and reached round with his hands to pull his cheeks apart, in order to reveal easy access to his hole. Andy bent down and buried his face in the oily crack, his nose squashing up against the base of Brad's spine, his tongue seeking and finding Brad's treasure pit. Brad hissed "Oh Yessss!" as his Masseur masturbated his cock for him and sucked and licked his hole, revelling each time Andy's rough/smooth/wet tongue scraped across his opening, which was opening and closing with each muscular spasm of joy.
Brad moved his hands to his shoulders and held onto the sides of the table, pushing his bum up to the source of his pleasures. Andy pointed his tongue and pushed it into Brad's hole as deep as he could, his tongue flitting in and out like a miniature cock. Brad cried an "Arghhh" and sat up onto all-fours, pushing his bum firmly onto Andy's face. Andy held Brad's cheeks apart with a hand and his face and gave Brad several big 'cow' licks, starting at his hanging balls and finishing by curling the tip into his orifice, all the while wanking Brad's bar hard cock with his other hand between his legs, milking it like a milk-maid. Then Andy moved over to the work-station and returned.
Brad first realised what Andy was up to when he felt the tip of the dildo touch his hole entrance. Andy had smeared a large dollop of lubricating gel on the end and it felt cold to the touch. Putting his left hand on the base of Brad's spine, he pushed the head of the black plastic cock into Brad, watching the wide plastic glans disappear into his flesh, the muscle ring closing down onto the veined, 8 inch (20cms) round and 2¼ inch (6 cms) diameter shaft. Working it slightly in and out, Andy began to push the length of it up into Brad. He resumed pulling Andy's cock, feeling it pulse in his hand as more and more entered him.
Andy knew that the dildo was 12 inches (30cms) long and he was able to push 10 inches (25cms) in before Brad told him to stop, that he had had enough. Holding the invader in Brad's bum with just one finger, Andy moved up Brad's body slightly and took hold of his hand. Guiding it round to his ass, he felt Brad's cock jump in his hand as Brad felt the plug in Andy's ass and realised he had inserted and was wearing a butt-plug. Brad used two fingers to pull the 't' bar slightly out, so that Andy's ring would be stretched to accommodate the width of the plug. Then Andy started to move the 10 inches of dildo in and out of Brad, whilst Brad manipulated Andy's plug. Together they pleasured each other, each receiving the stimulation they craved, that of another playing lovingly with their ass.
Brad wanted the moment to go on for ever, but eventually Andy moved out of his reach. Standing behind Brad's rump he pulled the dildo fully out, leaving Brad's hole gaping. Andy leaned forward and gave the proffered bum-hole another of his 'cow' licks, before climbing up onto the table, his rampant cock jutting out rigidly in front of him. Putting both hands on Brad's hips, Andy steered his erection into the open, waiting hole. It slithered in without any trouble, until the full, hard, straining 9 inches long and 2 inch thick pole was totally immersed within the man he was now giving an internal massage to.
Brad kept his ring relaxed after the dildo had been removed and loved the wet lick that Andy gave him. He was surprised when he felt the table shake as Andy climbed up behind him, and was more than happy to feel both Andy's hands as he leaned on his rump. He knew he was gaping after the massive dildo fuck, and was gratified when Andy began to feed his stiffy into his love tunnel, feeling the cock-head as it moved deeper past his prostate gland and up along his lower bowel. Brad had used an enema before he went out that morning and guessed that he was 'clean round the bend' still. In his hands-and-knees position, he let his head hang between his shoulders and enjoyed the thrill of being fucked 'doggy-style' as it was, in his opinion, the most comfortable position to receive sex, although not the most sociable. He liked the fact that a well endowed partner was able to get the whole length of his cock into him. He did believe that sized mattered, but was not always necessary. He let Andy's big hard cock thrust into him.
Although Brad's ass-hole was gaping after the dildo fuck, he was surprised how tight it felt when he pushed his cock into the hole. Fair enough he was able to go in without stopping to let his partner get used to his reamer cock, but Brad had clamped down on his love-sleeve muscles once the first couple of inches had pushed up inside him, probably when he began to stroke his prostate. He felt the incredible heat within Brad, and continued to push until he base of his cock kissed Brad's ring. Then he gave himself a breather before commencing twenty or so rapid full-length thrusts and withdrawals, pulling Brad by his hips right down onto his cock until his balls knocked Brad's low hangers. After this he gave ten or so slow fucks, feeling the glans of his cock ripple past the lumps and bumps inside Brad's intestines, as he slid in and out easily, smoothly, gloriously.
Brad called out, "Fuck me fast again," and braced himself for the onslaught just in time as Andy really slammed himself into Brad, with Brad delighting at the internal feelings he was receiving, and hearing the "Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!" wet sound of their bodies meeting at the deepest point of the thrust. He could feel Andy's cock-head swell inside him with the effort of the push, before pulling himself back almost out, dragging his head's corona along the back passage's walls, like the rim of the cup of a plumber's help pistonning back through a drain pipe.
Andy could feel Brad applying pressure to his cock and it felt marvellous. He pumped Brad's rear as if there was no tomorrow, his head back on his shoulders, his tongue tucked behind his lower teeth, breathing lung changes through his open, smiling mouth. Then he felt the beginnings of his orgasm. "Do – you – want – me – to – cum – in - you?" he asked Brad as he stroked into his hole. "I would rather taste you in my mouth," was Andy's reply. Andy heard nothing else, but the speed of the strokes increased slightly, as though with more urgency. Then Andy gave the battle stations announcement, "I'm about to cum," and he pulled out of Brad's love glove and swung down from the table, holding his sex-streaked cock. Brad flopped down onto the table and opened his mouth as Andy almost ran round his shoulder.
Standing in front of him with legs wide apart, Andy started wanking his hard cock, the ring of his first finger and thumb slipping up and down the shaft from its' base to behind the head. Andy saw the piss slit open up as the head swelled even more, then the first spurt, of almost clear fluid, shot out of the slot, hitting Brad on his forehead and dripping down beside his nose to his lips and mouth. As if he had got his sights set, the next spurt, this time of thick Andy cream, erupted from the end of his cock and landed fair and square in Brad's mouth, coating his tongue. This was followed closely by another shot of cum to Brad's mouth, reaching the back of his throat. Brad instinctively swallowed, taking the next shot on his lips and nose. As he opened his mouth to lick at it another thick shot from Andy's cock hit him on his nose and left eye.
Andy felt his orgasm was almost there and warned Brad before pulling his cock out of Brad's suctioning hole, to hold it so that he did not explode before time. He clambered off the table, more a controlled fall than a safe climb, and staggered hurriedly round to face Brad, who was now laying flat with his mouth open. He spread his legs and started to wank his cock, coaxing the promised orgasm to fruition. His pre-cum shot went high to Brad's forehead, so he adjusted his grip on his cock and the next shot of his cum hit the bullseye, landing on Brad's tongue.
"Eat that! It's my white caviare baby!" he mentally yelled as another shot followed into Brad's mouth. Overtaken by the moment of orgasm Andy's head went back and, looking like some pop-star playing a guitar solo, he continued wanking, making his cock spit more and more, but his aim was wandering. When he looked back at Brad, his cum was dripping from Brad's left eye socket, his nose, and was in Brad's sweat matted hair, but Andy did not care. Cumming with a plug in his butt was his version of nirvana. He loved the feeling of the butt-plug on his grasping, clenching ring, sometimes greasing one up with petroleum jelly so it did not stick to the delicate flesh of his hole, as he would wear it as long as he could during the day. He had one plug at home that was long enough to continually stimulate his prostate, making him wet the front of his pants so much that he had to wear a feminine towel covering his cock to stop the constant dribble showing through on the front of his trousers.
Brad used his fingers to scrape the remainder of Andy's cum into his mouth, and thence to his stomach. Tasting Andy's cum almost made himself cum there and then, as he lay on his cock on the table, the taste giving him the same sexual jolt that he felt when sucking the man through the 'glory hole' in the cabin that morning.
Andy took a couple of steps and pushed his cummy cock-head into Brad's wanting mouth for Brad to clean. Brad put his hands round Andy's buttocks and pulled him in deeper, his fingertips pushing on the 't' bar of Andy's butt-plug, reminding him it was still there, and making Andy give one more muscular spasm of cum to ooze into Brad's mouth. "What do you want to do now?" asked Andy, stroking the head of hair that was sucking him off. He pulled out of Brad to let him speak. "I want to fuck you in the sling along the corridor here," answered Brad without hesitation. Andy looked up at the clock on the wall. "You've still have 40 mins of your 3 o'clock appointment," he said with a smile.
They walked down to the sling room, Andy's towel hiding the promised land as Brad followed him, his cock tenting the towel out to the front in silent expectation. There was a small TV alcove by the door into the sling room, and Brad saw in the light of the porn film on the wall mounted TV there was a guy sitting on a bar stool watching the young fuck movie whilst another guy, kneeling between his open spread knees, was munching on his cock. Neither looked in Brad's direction as the two entered the room.
A cube-like frame with a thick leather body-length sling supported by four thick linked chains from the corners dominated the room. There were six coat hooks on the wall to hangs towels on, over a work-station with a bowl of condoms and sachets of lubricants and a box dispenser of large sized latex gloves on its' top. Andy had removed his towel and was swinging into the sling as Brad hung his towel up and tore the tops across three packets of lube.
Brad helped Andy put his feet into the retaining straps for Andy's feet, hanging from the two corner chains, so that Andy's bum hung slightly over the end of the sling, and his legs were held apart. Andy lay back and held the edges of the sling, and relaxed. He trusted that Brad would do nothing untoward, and they had agreed on a 'stop' word if things started to get out of hand for either of them. Brad put a latex glove on his right hand, pulling it tight onto his fingers and making the latex 'snap' as he pulled it up his palm to his wrist. Andy would be in no illusions as to what was coming next.
Standing with Andy's undefended genitals in front of him, Brad took hold of the 't' bar and pulled the butt-plug out of the hole, making Andy's sling swing back and forth. Brad was surprised at how Andy's hole gaped swollen and red, until he saw that the plug was bigger and thicker than anything he had seen before. The shape was the usual pear shape, but it was 6 inches (15 cms) long from its' pointed tip to the 't' bar, and must have been about 3 inches (7½ cms) across at its' thickest, slimming down to a mere 2 inches (5 cms) thick before the 't' bar for his anus to close onto and hold it in secure. It was made of black rubber, not plastic, and had an appreciable weight. Brad put it on the work-station top, picked up one of the sachets of lubricant, and spread the contents over his latex covered right hand, testing its' slipperiness between his thumb and forefinger. Satisfied he went over to Andy's head and asked gently, "Are you ready?", receiving a smile as his answer.
Standing again in front of Andy's bent legs, Brad positioned his feet well apart, looking down at his stiff 7 inch prong before he looked at Andy's open wound of a hole. Putting his left hand round Andy's upright right leg thigh, as a purchase to pull against and to stop the sling swinging too much, he bunched his right hand into a cone shape, and applied the pointed end to Andy's anus. Brad was surprised at how little effort was required to push his hand in until his wrist was totally enveloped by Andy's sphincter muscle. He noticed Andy's cock twitch into life after dieing following his massive ejaculation, slowly inflating itself between Andy's legs. Taking some lubricant from near Andy's anus, he started to coax it into a full, hard erection, sliding his left hand up and down it whilst he rotated his right hand inside Andy so that his palm was face up. He could feel the nut-like gland of Andy's prostate, and rubbed over and around it, stimulating it to produce a clear nectar from the tip of Andy's cock, which fascinated Brad as it appeared in beads to dribble down Andy's now hard cock. He continued gently stroking the gland until Andy called softly for him to stop, the stimulation becoming too much for him to take.
Brad carefully extracted his hand from Andy's bowel, and stripped off the glove. He applied more lubricant to the open hole and the contents of the last sachet to his cock. Andy was laying at the right height for Brad to easily enter him. Holding onto the chains near where they joined the sling, Brad pulled them toward him, and Andy's hole swallowed his cock. Pushing the sling away from himself with a push of his hips, Brad was able to start a pendulum swing to the sling, so that his cock appeared and disappeared regularly into Andy's receptive anus, with a sucking and farting noise caused by the air in Andy's back passage being compressed out and sucked in past the lubrication round the circular entrance by Brad's thick hard piston tool.
Brad was almost chuckling with the feeling and sounds of the fuck, his cock being totally stimulated along its' whole length, the head seemingly swelling with each inward and outward stroke passing over its' sensitive rim. Andy's breathing rate had shallowed and quickened, and he was almost panting with each stroke, repeating the mantra of "Oh! Fuck! Me! Hard! Oh! Fuck! Me! Hard!" Brad felt his orgasm rising and asked Andy, "Are you ready?" as Andy had done to him. Andy almost shouted the reply of, "Cum up my butt! I want you to fill me with your spunk!"
Only five of six tugs at the chains and Brad felt the lava of his volcano start to move. Now thrusting in deep with his hips, he pumped his sperm into the depths of Andy. For several hours he had been waiting for this moment, brewing the liquids for this release of his seed. Eight times his anus clenched and the contents of his balls emptied, spewed and gushed under force into the fuck receptacle that was named Andy. He leaned against Andy's body, his cock hard into the hole that had received his body and his soul. Panting for breath, he took hold of Andy's cock and pumped it furiously, until it gouted forth more white, sticky lumps and fluids, Andy 'Oohing' and Aaghing' with the effort of cumming again, but loving it all the same.
They were both brought back into reality by a voice at the door saying, "Fuckin' 'ell. I ain't nevver seen anyfink like that afore." Andy looked over the side of the sling and Brad turned to face the voice, to find the two guys from the TV alcove, one holding onto the door jam and wanking, whilst his partner behind him was fucking him vigorously. "And you've still got five minutes left," said Andy, looking at the wall clock.
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