One evening in September, I decided to go to the sauna. So I undress quietly I walk along the counter, and still veer a little to the right to go around the jacuzzi. By the way I give a little more details about the little blond, pleasant physique, classic not bodybuilt but not fat. He sips a coke, turns his head slightly towards me, it seems to me that my gaze bothers him, I do not insist. I go under the pommels, after having isolated my towel. I hang around a bit to see if by chance someone would watch me, but hey nothing, it sleeps or it quenches. The dry sauna near the showers seems empty and nothing can be seen on the opposite side of the hammam and due to a plastic curtain blocking its entrance. So I step away for the jacuzzi, there is still the man, who this time has his eyes open and details me as I enter the water. It exhilarates me a little and my cock hangs less without being at attention. I sit across from him, he smiles at me. Starting the conversation he tells me that his time slot is coming to an end, and that he will be home soon. He's been there since 4:00 p.m. He looks nice, nice, he must be bisexual just like me. After a few more words exchanged, he told me that he must go, and rising reveals a muscular torso and flat stomach, well sculpted and adorned with a pretty penis of average size, a bit like mine, penis which rests on two beautiful balls, quite hanging down, all that is very tempting. I watch him walk away towards the locker room with regret. And so here I am again alone in my bath, more and more hot. I go out in my turn, go up on the edge and come back down. I retrieve the towel, still in my hand, and head to the dry sauna. I enter it for a few moments in order to evaporate the water which still runs on my skin, being alone I remain standing there, naked, several tens of seconds, ready to go out at the first sign of perspiration. I check if by chance, there would be passage under the showers which are stacked opposite but nothing. To the right of these showers there is a small staircase that leads to the first floor, where there is a TV, a few small cabins, a glory - hole, and also a slightly larger room with mattresses on the floor. We can fight in a group. Feeling dry, I roll the towel back over my back and climb upstairs. As a matter of conscience, I take a tour of the cabins, revisit the glory-hole and pass my head at the entrance of the largest room where I see a man. This room has a wall covered with a large mirror and the man is there, sitting and leaning against the mirror where I can also see my silhouette. The man is naked, his towel resting on his shoulders. He is seated, his knees bent towards his chest, heels resting on the ground, his legs apart revealing his tail resting on fairly large balls. He stares at me, smiles and waves me over. I hear him say to me quite simply: "ha cool it is you that I was waiting for". Approaching me, I see that we must have in the same ages, he is virile, well sexed, a beautiful curly fleece on the pectorals. He makes me bend over to him until our heads are touching and places a kiss in my ear. Suddenly I crack and kneel in front of him between his feet. He attracts me for a mouth to mouth kiss not too deep. He presses on my shoulders so that my head goes down to the level of the abdominals and then at the birth of his rod still dozing, I breathe in his perfume while noting that his pubis is clean shaven, not a hair on the rod or below. Suddenly I do not hesitate to grab his penis in the mouth, or I begin to suckle it, in the desire that it grows there and takes a good place. And this is what happens, his member is straightening, he is of medium height, rather thin, I taste it with slow pleasure. His hand on my neck caresses him, we are in phase, his cock throbbing gently on my palate, I go down my throat as best I can. This situation makes me hard too.He moved slowly, bending his legs to rock onto his knees, as I continue to pump him diligently. His flexibility allowed him this little feat, his buttocks are now resting on his ankles, while his thighs are apart, his two knees frame my head that he maintains with a soft but firm hand and that with the other he strokes my shoulder blades. When I myself, I am in an almost identical position but the buttocks raised, still encircled by the towel. It was then that I felt it loosen, and two new hands were busy stripping me completely. A little surprised I look up and see in the mirror I young guy from the bar downstairs, who ended up giving up his coke to come and join us. My partner from the front shoves my tail in my mouth and warns me: "You're lucky, there is a young bull I know behind your back, I think you're going to enjoy it". I feel a hand pass under my balls, grip my cock which is soaked. The young behind positions me at his convenience, I feel his imposing tail come to do good between my two lobes, like a tit job except that there my buttocks serve as breasts.The man in front leans towards my ear and whispers: "If you feel it right, he can fuck you like never before with his donkey cock". These words make me tremble with excitement mixed with apprehension. The man comes to check with his hand the condition of my penis which is stiff and drooling a lot. The youngster's hands are on my ribs as he continues to rub between my two buttocks. The first resumes: "are you a virgin ass? ". I shake my head no. He takes the opportunity to give a few pushes at the back of the throat, then calms down and adds; "Anyway, given the size it will be like a deflower, but don't worry it can be done gradually and slowly, so what do you think?" ". He fully releases his cock to let me breathe and probably also express myself ..." So ? »He reminds me, staring at me, and always pleasant. He reads envy and apprehension in my eyes. It is at this moment that the young guy changes our positions slightly so as to slide his cock along my line, I feel his glans pass over my rosette, he does not linger there and position his cock under mine and my purses, it joins the two poles. One of his hands encloses our two members firmly pressing them one on the other. I then realize, knowing that my purses and my buttocks hold him back and that my own penis is below his, under his crown, how well he is mounted. I get a new chill from it and make a sort of growl. " You want ? »The man asks me, crossing me lightly. . Swallowing my saliva I emit a "Mumm, but it's huge! ". He questions me: " What's your first name ? », I give him:« Boromeo ». His hand lowers my head between his thighs, to the ground, I feel his cock in my hair, his balls too. A few seconds pass as he continues his caress of my neck. Him: "stay calm, Boromeo, relax, I'll check that". His other hand comes to replace the first, it running slowly in the small of my back, the top of my groove, then even lower. I shudder as I arch my back slightly. The finger passes over my tailbone and gently comes to rest on my washer, then crooked in my hole, just a phalanx. He then addresses the youngster: "Indeed, he will have to go slowly, this must be his first real XXL cock". The other responds "Ok, I get it, don't worry". With that, as the man in front removes his finger, loosens its embrace of our rods and moves back slightly. He keeps his cock under my balls while kneading my buttocks. The hand raised from my ass rests on my back, to arch my back, then she moves away to the side to come back and put a few bags. The youngster tears one and lets the lubricant flow at the top of my furrow. The man resumes the descent of his finger, bringing the lubricant this time to my orifice which he tests again. The other passes his hand under my stomach, strokes my hard bandaged cock, collects the liquid that flows from it. He adds: "Boromeo band and wet, it's a good sign". then she walks away to the side to come back and put a few sachets there. The youngster tears one and lets the lubricant flow at the top of my furrow. The man resumes the descent of his finger, bringing the lubricant this time to my orifice which he tests again. The other passes his hand under my stomach, strokes my hard bandaged cock, collects the liquid that flows from it. He adds: "Boromeo band and wet, that's a good sign". then she walks away to the side to come back and put a few sachets there. The youngster tears one and lets the lubricant flow at the top of my furrow. The man resumes the descent of his finger, bringing the lubricant this time to my orifice which he tests again. The other passes his hand under my stomach, strokes my hard bandaged cock, collects the liquid that flows from it. He adds: "Boromeo band and wet, it's a good sign".He brings this natural lubricant in the palm of his hand to my ass, deposits it just above the anal entrance, and sinks his thumb as soon as the other has released the access. "Little preparation" he ...

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